Her cheeks redden but she smiles, and she falls onto the couch.
“Let’s pause that conversation and you tell me why you wanted to join a Motorcycle Club.”
I wasn’t expecting to have this conversation any time soon, or at any time at all. I could lie to her but after watching my mom over the years, I know to do the complete opposite when it comes to relationships. If this is going somewhere, I want her to know all of me and like the person she knows I am, rather than what she’s imagining.
“Years ago, my mom used to hang around a biker club. Years later, she had me and my brother and lived worlds away from such clubs. Then my brother was killed. I spent months trying to get to the one who killed him. I was hell bent on revenge, and I wasn’t stopping until I got him. Luca rolled into town and set up a new chapter, my mom sent me their way, knowing they could help. So I joined and now I’m the prospect.”
“Did you find the guy who killed your brother?”
“I still don’t know who specially killed him, but the club and I made the whole crew disappear, so in the end, I got him.”
“Do I want to ask how they disappeared?”
I shake my head.
“So why did stay after? Once you avenged your brother, you stayed with them.”
“Because once you get past the assumptions, they’re good guys. There is sometimes sketchy shit but it’s my home and for the first time in my life, I belong.”
Draining half my beer, I lean forward and put the bottle on the coffee table.
“What about you? I know you grew up in the city, that you took on your nephew when your sister died, but I don’t know anything else about you.”
“What do you want to know?”
“When it comes to you, everything.”
She puts her wine glass down and she leans over the couch. She presses her lips to mine and moves closer to deepen the kiss.
I’m aware she’s not answering but I plan on having plenty of time to get to know her.
“I shouldn’t want you,” she murmurs.
Sliding my hand into her hair, I fist a handful and tell her, “Yes, you fuckin’ should.”
Using my free hand, I undo my belt and rearrange myself until my dick is free. Keeping a hold on her hair, I pull her in for another kiss before lowering her head to my lap.
I make sure to gather all her hair in my fist, giving me a clear view of her taking me into her mouth. Her lips feels so fucking good around my dick, I go to close my eyes, but I’m not letting a second go by without her in my sight.
While her head is bobbing up and down, taking more and more of me, I internally debate whether to stop her before I come, or blow my load and take the rest of the night to sink into her. She works me faster and the decision is taken from me as she scrapes her teeth along my length and reaches around to squeeze my balls. Tightening my grip on her hair, I hold her in place as I come and hard. Once she’s taken every drop, I release her hair and swear I fall in love with her when she looks up at me.
The kid cries and the moment is broken. “I’ll be right back,” she says and disappears into the kid’s bedroom.
I tuck myself back into my boxers and pull my jeans up. I leave my belt undone and count down until I get to see what she tastes like. The kid’s cries grow even louder, and I know that I’m not going to find out what she tastes like tonight. She carries him out and heads toward the kitchen. The place isn’t big enough to swing a cat in, and I join her, doing my belt up.
“I think it’s his teeth again.”
His cheeks are an angry red and he keeps chomping on his hands. “Can you grab one of the teething rings from the freezer please.”
“Sure.”
I find it in the top drawer and pass it over. I lean against the counter as a silence settles over us.
“You should go back to the club, there’s no point in neither of us getting no sleep.”
Smirking, I tell her, “I wasn’t planning on sleeping much.”
Her laughter turns my smirk into a smile. “Is that right?”
