His thumb moved to where we were joined, as if seeing our connection wasn’t enough. “You should fucking see us, Cass. My cock sliding in and out of this hot little pussy. Squeeze me tight. Fuck yes, just like that.”
Those filthy words only served to drive me higher. I pushed back against him, seeking more.
So much more.
I lost his thumb and gained an open palm across my ass, landing with a sharp smack. He squeezed the skin hard, jerking me back onto his cock with a savage pull. “That’s it, baby, fuck me back. Show me how much you want me.”
I met him pound for pound, my body begging for release as sweat slicked our skin and need filled our veins. It came like a tidal wave, destroying me from the inside out. I was drowning in pleasure unlike anything I’d ever known, and I willingly surrendered to it, allowing it to swallow me whole.
Reid found his release while the reality of what just happened slammed into me.
“Stay put,” he said, his breath as worn and ragged as mine. I smiled up at him, my heart warming at his gentle tone. It held a lick of contentment that hadn’t been there before. As if he’d just unloaded years’ worth of pain and longing. That’s kind of how I felt. Like my soul could finally rest.
Like I’d finally found my way home.
He walked into the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush then he came back out carrying a towel. He cleaned me up, careful to fold the towel over after each wipe. I’d never felt so cherished.
Adored.
His eyes wandered without an ounce of apology, roving over my body with slow deliverance.
Then he shocked me even more when he tossed the towel aside and climbed in bed next to me, pulling me tight into his chest.
His hand moved to my ass, giving it a soft squeeze before covering my mouth with his in a series of hot, tender kiss. “I can’t promise you anything, Cass. I won’t. But I do know I can never go back to the way we were.”
Dark eyes held mine as my heart pounded in my chest, aching to be at one with his. “I can live with that.”
He kissed me once more, rolling me over and positioning himself between my open thighs, his hard cock gliding back and forth against me. “I don’t have another condom or I would take you again. But to be honest, I didn’t get a good enough taste the first time.” He inched down, pressing a kiss between my breasts before burying his head between my legs, plunging me further into our fool’s paradise.
***
It was just after five a.m. the following morning when we set out for Texas. By the time we stopped for lunch, we’d put several hundred miles behind us.
Reid was quiet, brooding, but his voice no longer held the frustrated bite it had before. My hope was that our night together had a lot to do with that. I thought about what he’d said.
I can never go back to the way we were.
Waking up in his arms this morning had been nothing short of divine. Especially when he pulled me closer, nuzzling his scruffy face into my neck, causing my heart to sigh with relief. Reid had always been so elusive, nothing more than a dream or a fantasy, but last night he became my reality and what he made me feel was beyond anything I could have imagined. I knew he wasn’t ready for anything serious, and right now wasn’t the time to ask or consider it, but I had hope for our future, despite our pain-filled past.
“This is it,” he announced as we pulled into the long driveway of the compound hours later.
Located fifteen miles outside of Dallas, it was a fortress, equipped with razor wire and scary looking men wearing leather cuts and guns on their hips. I’d read about bikers in books, and it was some serious shit, but this was downright scary as hell.
We were greeted by a big black guy with gold teeth and arms thicker than tree trunks. The patch on the front of his cut indicated he was the sergeant-at-arms and his road name was Trigger.
I reached for Reid’s hand and he gripped mine tightly, offering me that little bit of reassurance I needed.
Trigger seemed less than thrilled we were here, especially when he denied us entry only for Reid to shove his badge in his face, earning us a long string of colorful words. Reid didn’t seem fazed by it in the least. The man towered over him by at least two inches, but Reid never backed down and he never lost his cool. I shivered with fear at the angry growl the man unleashed before making a call on his cell then followed Reid’s order to take us to the club president.
Seeing Reid in action, all badass and controlling, made me think about how he was with me last night. Though it worked much more in my favor than it did for these bikers.
Trigger led us through the compound. The half-naked women scattered about was a good indication that these men asked for nothing and took everything. I had a feeling people, women mostly, handed over whatever these men wanted willingly.
Everything was leather and chrome. Hard and soft. Tough and beautiful. It was incredibly intriguing, alluring, and nothing like I’d imagined it would be.
This was more than an MC; it was a whole other world.
We walked through a set of wooden double doors. A massive wood table dominated the space, the surface discolored and worn from years of use. It had several chairs positioned around it, all of which were equally as worn. A man sat in the lone seat at the head, his presence not only intimidating but also imposing, filling the room with distinct authority.
