“Stay with me.” His fingers squeezed and released my hips in rhythmic succession and each time his fingers tightened, I felt a wave of heat flood between my legs.
“Stay with me tonight until I can find somewhere safe for you to go. I want you safe,” he muttered, and his voice was full of worry. “More than anything, I want you safe. So stay here tonight, and tomorrow I’ll take you to Ghost.”
Why did he keep mentioning Ghost? It wasn’t Ghost I was thinking of right now. It hadn’t been Ghost that I had been thinking of from the moment I had found Pocket on the side of the road.
Reaching down, I pulled his hand up and away from me, only to press it down over my breast.
“Make love to me, Pocket,” I whispered, and even in the darkness, I could see the way his eyes widened. “Please,” I begged. If he turned me down now, I might die. I had never had something or someone that was mine before. Not since my mother, but I wanted that now, and I wanted that person to be Pocket.
I didn’t know why, but I needed him to be my first. He had already been my first kiss, so he needed to be my first everything. Even if I never saw him again after tonight, I wanted the memories.
I needed them.
“Please, fuck me.”
He stood up so suddenly that I almost stumbled backwards and it was only his hands finding my waist to hold me still that stopped me from falling down. Pocket towered over me. Tilting my chin up, he lowered his mouth until it was no more than an inch from mine. “Don’t,” he warned. “Don’t call it that. Not between me and you. Don’t make it crass.”
There was so much feeling in his voice that my heart skipped a beat. “Pocket.”
“You’re afraid and lonely. You don’t want this, not really,” he said gruffly. “You will regret it in the long run.” Moving around me, he headed towards the door with his shoulders hunched.
Feeling defeated, I watched him walk away, and it was like my one chance of happiness walked away with him.
One night of happiness, of feeling like a woman. Was it really too much to ask? There was only one way I could think to change his mind.
“Pocket?”
He turned in the doorway just as I ripped the t-shirt from my body. My leggings went next, and I almost toppled over trying to step out of them.
“Chloe, stop.” He caught me under the elbow, straightening me as I kicked the clothing away. “What are you doing?”
Gathering my courage, I reached for him, cupping my hand over the zipper of his jeans and the entire time, I never took my eyes from his.
“I want you,” I said simply.
Pocket blinked slowly. “You don’t mean that. This isn’t something you should just give away. It should be with someone you care about. Someone you are in love with if you believe in that shit. It shouldn’t be with someone like me.”
“I almost died today, Pocket,” I reminded him. “I don’t want to die a virgin. But if you don’t want me, then I’m sure I can find someone who does.” Bending, I began to gather up my clothes.
Pocket let out a strangled sound in the back of his throat. Curling his arm around my waist, he flung me onto his bed and crawled up my body until our faces were level.
“No,” he growled. “No, you won’t be finding anyone else. Not now. Not ever.”
Chapter Twelve
She didn’t know what she was asking me to do, and I didn’t know what the repercussions would be if I did what she wanted. She didn’t belong to me. I had a sneaky suspicion she belonged to Ghost. Maybe not officially, but they definitely had a relationship.
But with her underneath me in nothing but her underwear, I really didn’t care. Chloe wanted me and that was enough because I had wanted her since she had walked into the clubhouse. Hell, it might have happened before that. When her face had drifted into my vision after my accident. Was it possible to fall in love with someone at first sight, or was this just lust? An infatuation with a sweet, beautiful woman who shouldn’t even look at me twice? “You don’t know what you're asking me.” Lifting myself up on my elbow, I trailed my fingers down her slender throat and over the swell of her small breasts. They heaved under my fingertips. Her breath came in little pants. She shivered, and her body stiffened slightly.
“I’m not the man to take this from you. I’m too rough.”
She shook her head, her hair falling into her eyes. “You’re not rough. Not with me. You’re always gentle and kind. I need that, Pocket.” She covered my hand with hers. Covering her breast completely and I stifled back a moan. “I needyou. Please?”
Maybe it was that one little word that did it. Maybe it was just that I wanted her so badly that my balls ached. It wasn’t even that I wanted to be her first that scared me. It was the fact I wanted to be her last.
I didn’t even care what Ghost had to say. If Chloe kept asking me to fuck her in her sweet little voice and saying please like she was begging me, then I would burn the world around me to keep her. I already knew that. Just like I knew I wouldn’t give her back to Ghost.
Not now.
