"He's not just a buyer," I whisper, my voice trembling. "He... he's the boss. He’s the one the Madame answers to."
Rogue’s grip tightens, not enough to hurt, but enough to let me know the beast is back. The man who cleaned my wounds is still there, but the Road Captain of the Wicked Riders is standing right in front of me, and he looks ready for war.
"Vance," Rogue repeats, the name sounding like a death sentence in his mouth. "Good. I like it when they have names. It makes the headstone easier to order."
“He’s dangerous,” I squeak out, not liking the idea of him taking on a man like that.
“So am I,” he doesn’t hesitate to answer. Rogue takes a deep breath and calms down slightly. “I need to tell the others about this,” he says.
I nod while he picks up his phone again and makes a few calls. My head is spinning, but Rogue assures me after a few minutes that one of his MC brothers has eyes on Vance, so they know he’s not on the run. Yet. It does little to quell my anxiety.
Hours later,we’re stretched out in bed together. We didn’t discuss me spending the night again or him sleeping next to me. It all happened so naturally.
But now I’m restless and thinking about Vance’s hands wrapped around my arm, his whiskey-soaked breath filling my nostrils, and the tap-tap-tapping of his cane against the linoleum floor.
“Are you okay, angel?” Rogue asks, turning so that he’s spooning around me. “You keep jolting awake.”
“Sorry,” I say automatically.
“None of that, remember?” he breathes against the back of my neck before kissing me there. “Can I help distract you?”
Just like that, every other thought falls right out of my head. “What did you have in mind?” I wiggle against his hard body, my cheeks flushed with heat when I feel a certain part of him harden.
Being with Rogue like this, close and intimate, is the opposite of everything I’ve ever felt. I’m not being controlled, yelled at, or made fun of. In fact, Rogue worships me with every word, every gentle touch, every swipe of his tongue. We’ve only kissed once, but I could easily be persuaded to do more, as long as it’s with my sexy, safe biker.
“I could touch you. Make you feel good. Put you to sleep as you ride a wave of pleasure. But only if that’s what you want.”
“Please,” I whimper.God, is that my voice?
Rogue hums in approval and spreads his hand out over my stomach, tenderly caressing my skin. That simple touch makes my pussy throb and my skin break out into goosebumps.
“You’re so soft,” Rogue murmurs as he pulls me closer to him. Every single inch of his body is rock hard, from the defined muscles on his chest and abs to his thick cock digging into my ass. It feels so good being pressed against him while he continues to explore my body with gentle, yet scorching, touches.
I arch my back when he cups my breast and glides his thumb against my pebbled nipple. Rogue growls softly and grinds hiserection against me. He kisses the back of my neck then nips at the sensitive spot just below my ear. I can't help but whimper again when he scrapes his teeth along the same spot like he wants to devour me. I want him to.
Not too long ago, the idea of being intimate with someone would have caused a panic attack. But right here with my gentle giant? I want to taste, touch, and explore everything he has to offer. Lust isn’t the only thing pumping through my veins; an overwhelming sense of belonging and safety courses through me as Rogue strokes my curves almost reverently.
He tugs at my shirt, managing to lift it up and over my head with little to no help from me. Rogue squeezes my breasts and pinches one nipple, then the other. He grunts something about perfect tits, but I hardly hear him over the tide of sensations washing over me.
Rogue slides his hand down my torso, his fingers dancing along the edge of his boxers that I’m wearing. The featherlight touch drives me crazy. He’s teasing me, making me squirm, making me want so much more. I’ve never been this needy, this desperate, this… wet. God, I’m so, so incredibly turned on right now. Iachefor him.
He slips just the tips of his fingers beneath the elastic waistband, making me gasp at the sudden rush of arousal shooting through me. Every nerve ending spikes with pleasure, causing more wetness to coat the insides of my thighs.
“This okay, Melodie?” Rogue asks softly, his voice tinged with the same desperate need I feel.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”
“Are you sure? I would never take advantage–”
“Rogue!” I half plea, half yell. “I want you to touch me. Need it. Please,” I urge. My body writhes against his, as if to prove the mountain frustration throbbing from the inside out.
He groans and wastes no time shoving the boxers down my thighs. I wiggle and help him remove them completely as needy little whimpers fall from my lips, my desire growing each second his fingers aren’t inside me.
Once I’m completely naked, Rogue runs his hand across my bare skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Finally,finally,he dips one finger into my slit and strokes me. I cry out when he circles my clit with his calloused fingers. My core pulses and clenches up, and I swear I’m already right at the edge of total bliss.
“So wet for me,” he grunts, circling my opening with the pad of his finger. I buck my hips and grind down on his hand, unable to control my movements. Rogue teases my pulsing little hole, not quite entering me.How does that feel so good?I wiggle my hips, trying to get him to do… something. I don’t know. I just need more.
He runs his fingers up and down my slit, gathering up my juices and rubbing my clit until I’m moaning uncontrollably. I’m right there, so close I’m shaking. So close I squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath. So close I reach my arm behind me and fist his hair, needing something to hold onto.
