“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I pleaded, my voice cracking.
“You’re mine, Dimples. You hear me?” I nodded, and he started pounding into me. “Nuh-uh! I want words. Who do you belong to?!” he bellowed, sounding almost possessed.
“You! Ohhhh…. I belong to you, Jacob!” I cried out, and tears slipped out from the intensity. He was snatching my soul at this moment. Jacob licked my tears away, and I swear I was about to blow.
He squeezed my ass, slamming into me over and over. The sound of us fucking echoed through the room. Jacob bit his lip, smiling possessively. “That’s right. You’re fuckin’ mine, and I’m yours. Always.” He nibbled on my bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth. “I’m close, baby.”
“Me too,” I gasped against his lips.
That seemed to be all he needed to hear. He grabbed both my hands, raised them above my head, and interlocked our fingers. He dropped his forehead down on mine, looking into my eyes as he thrust faster and harder.
“Come with me, baby. Right now,” he whispered, right as I felt him filling me up. That triggered my own release as I shot my load all over both of us. We lay in each other’s arms, breathing heavily.
I could feel consciousness leaving me. I was exhausted. Jacob rose up and chuckled when he saw my droopy eyes.
“Sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.” He pulled out of me, curled up beside me, and pulled my back against him. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “I love you more than you will ever know, Dimples.” That was the last thing I heard before sleep took me.
Chapter Eight
TECH
TWO YEARS LATER
Over the past two years, my life and the club had morphed into something I never thought possible. Ever since that night I first made love to Will, we fell into our own little routine. I spent every night at his apartment. For a while, Will never brought up my coming out to the guys. He was just focused on loving me.
I tried a few times to open my mouth, but each time I froze up. My brothers were the only family that I had. I had never heard of a gay biker, and I didn’t want to be the first to come out just to be shunned. I loved Will more than I ever thought humanly possible. There was no question about it. But being open about my sexuality was a fear that wasn’t easy to overcome.
As time passed, Will started becoming more vocal about wanting to be open about us. He was ready for me to claim him. I believe when some of the brothers started claiming their women, it made him a little envious.
First, there was Blade and his woman, Bianca. Cara and Sara had unknowingly hired the mother of Blade’s daughters, Abigail, Naomi, and Mari. He didn’t even know they existed. The clubwas pissed when we found out a former club bunny, Ivy, had scared Bianca off before she could tell him she was pregnant with triplets.
Once Blade’s daughters were brought into the equation, Will was a little busier than normal. We hardly texted during the day like we would when he first started. He had his hands full with two sets of triplets and two newborns.
One day, while Bianca was at work, Finn, a guy who used to work with her at the restaurant, snatched her up. It took us a little while to find her. By the time we got to Bianca, she had been cut several times on her arms. We were all relieved she was okay, for the most part. What blew our minds were the women we found locked in the basement.
Finn had a hidey-hole with three women chained to the wall. He had been living out some kind of sick fantasy. Nova, Violet, and Leah had been held captive for months. Leah was on the brink of death. She had so many infected cuts on her body, and she was all skin and bones.
After the club rescued them, we brought them back here. Usually, we would never do such a thing. That could really backfire and land us all in jail if they decided to tell the wrong person. But they were all homeless and had nowhere to go. Eventually, the club not only gave them a job cleaning the family homes but also built them a house right here on the compound. They planned to build something big enough for the ladies to share with Debbie and Will.
Cara and Sara felt it would be beneficial to have the nannies living close by for emergencies. I agreed with her reasoning, but I didn’t like it. The only person who knew about Will and me was Oscar. I was fine with that. Oscar had become somewhat of a friend to me as well, since I practically lived at the apartment with them.
My issue with Will being so close was strictly about the fear of being caught. There were plenty of times when we damn near got busted by either a brother or one of the Ol’ Ladies. Cara had come the closest to catching us. One day, Will had come to the cave looking for Cara, and the next thing I knew, I had him pressed against the door, rubbing our cocks together. I was sucking his neck, leaving hickeys behind.
Will tried to tell me it wasn’t smart to do that in the clubhouse if I didn’t want to get busted, but I couldn’t help myself. Any time he was near me, I had to touch him. There wasn’t any way around it. By the time we came, Will hurriedly fixed his clothing and covered his neck with his jacket.
As soon as we opened the door and walked out, Cara was rounding the corner. She gave both of us a side-eye before Will smoothly played it off. Linking their arms, he strutted away with her in tow, while telling her whatever it was that brought him here.
After that encounter, I hadn’t made any more moves on him here. I was scared shitless that she would question us. So, after the decision was made to have the nannies live here, I told Will to decline the offer. That was our first real argument.
“What do you mean you want me to tell them no?” Will hissed, placing his hands on his hips.
I tried to pull him into an embrace. He put his hand on my chest, pushing me away. He knew, just as I did, that if I got him in my arms, he would forget why he was upset with me to begin with.
“Dimples, I don’t think it's smart for you to be so close. We may end up getting caught.”
Will stared at me with a blank expression before he scoffed. “Well, maybe you should tell them. Don’t you think it's time? How long do you think we’ll be able to keep sneaking around?”
I rubbed my forehead in frustration. “I’m just not ready, Will.”
