Her eyes widen and she takes in a breath.
“I’m not sure you’re ready for that, Cherry.”
“Since I got here, I’ve heard three women ask where you are.”
“Only three?”
She pokes me in the stomach. “I’ll let that go because I trust you, Noah.”
That makes my heart pound and for once, I’m not scared by it. I’m still me though and she needs to remember that. “Good,” I lean closer to her ear. “Because the only woman I want wrapped around my cock, is you.”
“It goes both ways, doesn’t it? When you claim someone?” she asks after regaining her composure.
“Who has been filling your head?”
“I’m smart enough to figure these things out for myself.”
“You are,” I take a lock of her hair and wrap it around my fingers. “You really want me to claim you, Cherry. In front of everyone in here?”
“Would I be here if I didn’t?”
“You don’t know what it means, Cherry. What tying yourself to me is going to be like.”
This isn’t a conversation we should be having in here, but she is determined and I fucking want her. It’s not the right time, with everything going on at the club.
All of these thoughts are warring inside my head as she watches me. Something like disappointment starts to creep into her eyes.
Fuck it.
I grab the back of her head and kiss her. I’m not sure if the noise dies down or gets louder because Taylor grips my cut and kisses me back, rising up on the stool to get closer to me. There is no going back now. This isn’t me making her an old lady, we need to talk about that more but I’m making a statement as I grab her legs and wrap them around my hips.
The eyes of most of the people in here, the ones who understand, are on us as I walk to the back of the bar with her wrapped around me. I hold her under her ass with one arm and the back of her head with the other so I can keep kissing her.
“Fuck, I think I just got pregnant,” I hear someone say.
Taylor laughs against my lips, because it wasn’t a woman who said that. I don’t set her down until we’re in one of the bedrooms. One that looks like the sheets have been changed and smells clean. I lock the door then walk to the bed and drop her on it. She sits back and looks up, her head tilted back.
“I want to know everything about you, every side of you. I’m not scared.”
“You should be,” I lightly stroke her jaw then grab her chin. “I’m a scary man, Cherry.”
“I don’t care.”
“Don’t say that. You should care, because there are going to be times when you want to ask me questions that I will never answer. If this is what you really want, you have to go into it knowing that, Taylor,” I use her real name so she understands this is important.
“I’ve seen you around Oscar, and Jesse, the life you live outside of this club. I know you’re a good man Noah.”
“One who does bad things.”
She reaches up and touches my chest. My breath catches as she draws up my shirt and presses her palm to my skin. “It’s all a part of you. Nero, Noah, they’re the same person. We all have different sides to us. I want both sides of you.”
There is still a lot I should say but the words get stuck in my throat. Instead I push her head further back and lean down to kiss her. There are times when I’ve been rough during sex but nothing that would ever hurt her. I still have no intention of doing that but here, I am Nero.
I grab her hips and roughly turn her over so she is face down, her legs are over the edge, her knees almost touching the floor. She doesn’t do anything to stop me when I push her skirt up and drag her panties down her legs, or at the sound of my belt unbuckling.
All she does is hold on as I drag her hips up so her toes are on the floor and fuck into her, hard enough that the bed shakes. She lets out a moan then a surprised yelp when I smack her ass cheek.
“Do you still want to know this side of me?” I grunt, thrusting into her again hard enough to punctuate the question. “Do you, Cherry? You think you can handle this?” I slap her other ass cheek and she moans louder this time.
