I barely heard him. I was too busy riding the wave.
And then there was pain.
My eyes flew open to find him looking down at me. He held his weight off me on one elbow, the other moved between our bodies. He had the thick head of his cock already between my lips, probing and testing my tightness.
“I don’t know…” I cried out as he surged forward, slamming forward in one long smooth stroke that filled me completely.
“I can’t…” Tears fell from my eyes. I had expected the pain, I truly had, but I hadn’t expected it to be like this. The feeling of fullness was worse in a way because there was nowhere I could move to find relief.
“You can, beautiful.” Pocket’s lips moved across my face, kissing away my tears. “You already are. God, you’re so perfect. Just take a deep breath.” Finally, his lips found mine. “I know it’s painful now, but relax, the worst is over.” Again and again, he kissed me, making it impossible to answer him. “Trust me, Chloe. Trust me, and I’ll make it feel amazing.”
Mutely, I nodded. I did trust him. I wouldn’t be there, naked, with my pussy full of him, if I didn’t. I had chosen him for a reason, and this was it. It didn’t matter that he looked like a big,scary biker. Pocket was gentle. Wrapping my arms around him, I found the curve of his ass just as he began to move.
The pain continued, but there was pleasure there as well, building rapidly on the pleasure he had just given me with his mouth and his fingers.
“I think you were made for me.” Sliding his hand down my thigh, he lifted it over his hip, changing the depth of his thrusts. “I think this pussy was made for me,” he growled out. “I think that’s why you waited.” His eyes stared down at me as he began to move more forcefully, filling me completely, only to slide almost all the way out and slam back inside.
I agreed. I couldn’t imagine my first time being with anyone else. Not now. Because this was perfect. He was perfect.
Pocket groaned low in his throat, and the sound of his breathing changed. It became rougher and needier, and that was fine because I was needy as well.
I wanted to fall off that cliff again, and this time I wanted to take him with me into blissful oblivion.
Chapter Fourteen
“Good morning, beautiful.” Striding into the kitchen, I trapped her between the kitchen counter and my body. My hands reached up to cup her breasts. I squeezed. And Chloe’s head fell back against my chest as she moaned.
She had been staying with me for five days, and I still couldn’t get enough of her. Every morning I woke up to her making breakfast and singing a song I didn’t recognize in her off key way.
I had never wanted to live with a woman before. I hadn’t even thought about having a regular woman, but having Chloe in my house felt more right than anything else I had ever had. She wasn’t a stranger staying with me. It was like she had always been there. With her, it was so easy.
“Hey, lazy bum.” She said the words like she had said them every day when I turned up hours after she had gotten up and started her day. Twisting in my arms, she lifted herself on to her tiptoes so she could find my mouth with hers.
Chloe might be sweet and perfect, but she sure as hell wasn’t shy. Not anymore, anyway, not with me. A few orgasms and she had turned into a bit of a sex pest. Not that I was complaining. I loved the way she always seemed to want me as much as I wanted her.
Scooping her up, I lifted her onto the countertop and slid between her legs, pushing up her t-shirt so I could touch the skin at the tops of her thighs. “I missed you this morning. I rolled over, and you weren’t there.” I nibbled at her collarbone, a wave of need flooding my body as she let her head fall back and moaned.
“I was making breakfast.” She lifted her head to stare at me. “Unless you want to have me for breakfast?” She winked and giggled.
“Always.” Catching her face between my hands, I caught her lips up in mine. “But I don’t have time today. I did tell you I have to go to Cardiff, didn’t I?”
I was sure I had mentioned it, but maybe I hadn’t. It wasn’t like I had been thinking much about the offer the Cardiff chapter had made me. My mind had been completely on her.
“Yeah.” Leaning back, she studied me. Her pale eyes sweeping across my face. “I just wish you didn’t have to go. Are you seriously thinking about moving there?”
“Come with me,” I whispered. I didn’t know what made me say it, but I didn’t regret it. I had been thinking about it a lot since the night we had first made love. She made my life feel complete for the first time, and I didn’t want to let that slip through my fingers. It wasn’t just that she made my house a home, it was more that she was my home. I wanted her by my side, but at the same time, I knew how crazy that was. We had only known each other for barely two weeks. It was much too soon to be talking about giving her my patch. The guys back at the clubhouse would laugh at me.
But did I really care?
Did it matter if things were going quickly?
“You mean today?” She lifted her eyebrow, and I swallowed down the no I wanted to say. It was clear that she wasn’t ready to move our relationship on yet and I didn’t want to push it or her away.
“Not today. But I’ll be back tonight, so just stay inside and I’ll be back before you know it.” As much as I wanted to take her with me and have her on the back of my bike with her arms around my waist and her soft breasts pressed against my back, I couldn’t. This was the last meeting I would have with the Cardiff chapter before they needed my decision. It wouldn’t be the kind of meeting I could take Chloe and make sure she was safe and happy.
“You will be safe here.”
“I think I’m going to go home. Sy is worried about me and—”
