“Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmured. He kissed up the inside of my thigh before situating himself over me, his cock at my willing entrance. I pried my eyes open, staring up into his beautiful stormy gaze. “Whose is this?” he asked as he pushed the head of his cock against me, not quite slipping it inside.
“Yours. Oh my God, it’s yours.”
One thrust and I was a goner. He drilled into me like nothing I’d felt before. Gone was the intimate loving, this was all raw and rough and I loved every fucking second of it. His fingers threaded through my hair and tugged at it, forcing my head back and giving me just enough pain to heighten the throws of pleasure. His mouth found my neck and he sucked and nipped at it, not relenting for one second as he powered into my wet waiting pussy. His body ground against mine, forcing me into the bed.
“You feel that?” he growled in my ear. My hands held his waist, my nails digging into his sides. I wouldn’t be surprised if I’ve drawn blood. “That’syourman, giving you everything you will ever. Fucking. Need.Yourman making your body hover at the edge of that fucking cliff of ecstasy, hoping that you’ll fall off into the abyss.”
His words hit home, the need that ran through my veins soaring. Before, it had all been about him needing to know I was his. And now, he was showing me that this wasn’t only about him owning me, but me also owning him.
“Fall baby. I’ll catch you.”
And I did. I fell, screaming my way to the fucking bottom, but not missing the moans that came from his mouth as he followed me off.
Our bodies both shook, sweat slick between us as he rested over me.
“I’m yours,” I managed to whisper in his ear as his head was bowed against my shoulder.
“And I’m yours, baby. If you’ll have me,” he replied with a soft kiss to my collar bone.
I smiled. “Can I think about it?”
“Fuck! No, you can’t.”
I finished packing my bag, ready to head back to Athens. Kit wasn’t coming with me, even though I had tried to tempt him into it a few times.
Damn his immunity to my sexual persuasions.
“You ready?” he asked, standing in the doorway with a solemn look on his face. I knew he hated this just as much as I did.
“I guess.”
He walked over to my guitar and picked it up, but instead of walking out with it, he sat down on the bed. “I want you to play.”
Tears burned in my eyes. Music now wasn’t something I kept just for myself. It was a part of me that I shared with Kit and more often these days with his club as well.
“Sure.” I went to take the guitar from him, but he held onto it using it to pull me closer. He shifted back on the bed, leaving a space for me between his legs.
“You do that part,” he gestured to the neck of the guitar where I played the chords. “I’ll do the other.” My heart fluttered, thinking about the last time we’d done this and how connected I had felt with him at that time. He wanted to show me that again and it reminded me that no matter what parts we played, together as one, we could still create something so beautiful, so harmonious.
I shuffled myself between his hard thighs and proceeded to show him how I needed him to play. Kit picked it up fast. “Sing…please.”
‘Am I Wrong’by Nico and Vinz was quite a fast paced song, but I changed the style up so it was soft and slow as opposed to its usual upbeat tempo. The new tone allowed the lyrics to become more pronounced, more meaningful. Kit let me sing, his head rested on my shoulder.
I wasn’t sure what it was about the situation that made this feel so hard. A few short weeks I’d been there, and I felt like as I walked out the clubhouse doors that I was leaving my heart behind. The club had taken me in, treated me as one of their own even though they knew what I’d been before. They didn’t judge me, they didn’t make crude comments and I knew that wasn’t just because Kit had claimed me. It was because I just fitted here, like the piece of a rough biker puzzle.
I tried to remind myself it was only for a few months and that I could still come and visit on the weekends if I wanted, and that Kit would be coming to see me as often as his presidential duties allowed. But as soon as I walked out the clubhouse doors, my body itched to just walk back inside and say screw it all.
“Lift is going to drive you up there and stay a couple days. The guys riding beside you will just ride up and head straight back.” I nodded as I stood next to Kit’s truck. He hooked his finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. I was rewarded with a gorgeous smile which I couldn’t help but mirror. “You’ll be okay, the boys have you covered.”
“I know.”
While the threat of Daniel still hung in the air, Kit wasn’t taking any chances. Along with me and Lift in the truck, there were four bikes riding with us. I hoped like hell this was just him going into overkill and things weren’t about to escalate to a place where having five men on me was a necessity. But I guess anything is possible, and covering all our bases was a necessary evil.
“Go on.” He helped to hoist me into the truck where Lift sat grinning in the driver’s seat. Kit stepped up and leaned in, eyeing the young guy with a glare so intense I was actually quite shocked that Lift didn’t instantly burst into flames. “You guard her with your God damn life. You hear me?”
“Yeah, Prez,” Lift said quickly with a sharp nod.
Kit kissed my forehead. “I’ll call you tonight, baby.”