If the man was pissed a heartbeat ago, he’s downright furious now. “Get it out of our system? A quick fuck is all you want from me?”

  I actually flinch from the way he threw those words at me and yet it’s exactly what I told him. Though I am confused he’s offended and decide to go for a little honesty. “Isn’t it the biker way? Take a cunt for a ride and switch to a new one when you need to gas up again?”

  His left eyebrow raises. “Take not one person but take em’ all and shove ‘em in a box with a manwhore label on it, why don’t ya?”

  I shrug. “That’s what I saw years ago when I pulled my friend out of your clubhouse. And it’s not like you guys give an impression things changed, because what I saw downstairs when I walked in with the naked women shaking their tight butts on the bar, hinted to the fact things never grow old around here.” I give him a wink. “Totally pun intended with the revolving door of fresh cunts to fuck. And besides...I’m allowed to have a few minutes of relaxation after the shitty day we’re both having, don’t you think?”

  He narrows his eyes. “Hold the fuck on. What friend did you pull out of my fucking clubhouse?” He curses some more and he shakes his head while he mutters, “No fucking wonder you have your reasons for hating me and the club.”

  Great. Me and my big mouth throwing a roadblock in front of my pussy. “It’s nothing, forget about it,” I grumble and tuck the sheets up while I give him my back.

  Deep down I know he’s right. This is where the root of my tunnel vision started when it comes to these bunch of bikers. But let’s face it...it’s not like they didn’t paint the pretty picture themselves.

  I hear clothes rustle before I feel the bed dip. “Wrong answer. My clubhouse, my bed. Tell me.”

  I release a deep sigh and decide to throw it all out. Nothing matters anyway, it’s in the past. “Remember Mickey Flan, the close friend of my father? Growing up, his daughter, Noa, and I used to be friends. She was seventeen when she hopped from one party to the other and one night I had to drag her out of the clubhouse. Well, not really, I searched but couldn’t find her so I asked that ex-VP of yours to help find my seventeen-year-old friend. He jumped into action at the sound of having an underage girl in the clubhouse and got the both of us out the door. I guess the fucker did have some morals back then, huh?”

  Marlon’s mouth scrunches up as if he just tasted something foul. “I don’t want to talk about him,” he snarls.

  “You and me both,” I mutter. Because I for sure do not want the reminder of the asshole who shot me in the fucking head. “And I don’t want to talk about Noa either. She basically threw me off her porch when all I wanted to do was be there for her. I mean, I knew we weren’t the best of friends, and we grew apart over the years, but come on...” I croak, somehow emotion is getting the better of me in this moment.

  Marlon is staring at me and I can tell his brain is hyperactive and I’m sure his train of thought is jumping to conclusions, and it makes me snap, “What?”

  “When was the last time you saw or heard from her?” His stare is making me uncomfortable.

  Or it could very well be the fact I suddenly realize why he’s asking me this question. “Do you think something happened to her? The last time was when she shoved me off her porch. Before then I haven’t seen her in years...going to see her was an impulsive thought. She was there for me when my father died years ago, I just...I just wanted to be there for her, even if we grew apart. Dammit. I can’t even call her. I have no damn phone! I had it in my purse when I threw it on the kitchen counter as I strolled into my apartment. I was still holding my keys when I saw the lollipop and dashed out of there. I was shocked and didn’t think to grab my purse. The keys are the only thing I have besides my car, the rest blew up. Shit, shit, shit...how...wait. Email! I still have that line of communication. Can I go check on your laptop?”

  “I can wake up,” Marlon starts, but I cut him right off.

  “No. You let everyone sleep, it’s the middle of the night.” Regret hits me when I remember the loss I brought to this club. I’ve already done too much damage. “It can wait till tomorrow morning. She didn’t call me before my house blew up. Hell, she pushed me out of her life to begin with so whatever you were going to say, it can wait till morning. Besides...you promised me sex.”

  “I promised you.” He slides a hand over his face. “Fucking hell, woman.”

  I need to be bold and end this discussion. Going from hot to cold within seconds; that’s us, and right now I want to be hot. I don’t want to argue or give him a reason to talk some more or start blabbering about how he wants to turn the thing between us into a forever. That’s not happening. It’s the here and now I’m looking for.

  Before he can react, I jump up and straddle him. Oh. Shit. Clearly I did not think this through because he’s naked underneath me. My pussy is in full contact of his thick, hard, and extremely hot dick.

  “Stop, stop, stop. Dammit, woman,” Marlon hisses through clenched teeth as he grips my hips and pins me in place.

  “Oh,” I gasp. “STD, bare contact and all. We need a condom. Right.”

  The air in my lungs rushes out when he spins us around with the speed of light. He’s towering over me with a feral look etched on his face. Oops. Seems like all I can do is poke this bear of a man.

  “Pop those delicate ears of yours open because I will repeat this one final fucking time. I haven’t had sex in months, not since I’ve met you. Before I laid my eyes on you, getting my cock wet was scarce to begin with. Being a Prez of an MC means every cunt wants a piece of me, and the power that flows with it. I can’t take a random chick to bed and have her scream out she’s my Old Lady. I never did. When I felt the need I drove out of town, left my cut in one of my saddlebags, before having a one-night stand. Within those scarce moments, I always wrapped up and afterwards got tested. None of this matters though since it’s all in the past. So be fucking sure to smother those assumptions deep inside your throat and think twice before spitting them out, or the next time I’ll shove my cock in there to really give you something to choke on.”

  He doesn’t give me a chance to reply but instead grabs me and spins my body midair, causing me to land on my belly. Hot fire erupts on my skin where his hand slaps my ass. Once. Twice. Three times, before I manage to scream, and for fuck’s sake, add his name on a moan right behind it.

  “Oh, no, you fucking don’t. I ain’t going to fuck that sweet taunting cunt no matter how delicious those moans you manage to stroke my ears with are or how tempting the sparkling arousal wafting around is luring me in. I won’t settle for a quick fuck.” His voice might be stern but his hot breath is making me shiver with desire.

  “Dammit,” I snap, annoyed as hell from the fact he’s depriving me of something the both of us crave. “Who said anything about a quick fuck? We could go on for hours or even continue cunt and cock tag for a few days or however long I’m here.”

  And I’m flipped midair again, his nose touching mine the next instant. “Woman, you’ve got a mouth like a horny sailor and I have no clue if it makes me even harder or feel the need to smack your damn ass some more for it.”

  “Oh, that’s an easy one.” I breathe when I feel his hard length. “You just flipped me back so smacking my ass is out of your grasp. And the way the massive unbreakable hardness is squashed between us, I can certainly say your cock reached full capacity.”

  I roll my hips, making him hiss and sit back while our eyes stay locked. I should feel exposed pinned by his piercing gaze. I’m lying naked in front of him and though I’ve flashed him at least two times before, this is completely different. While the times I’ve had sex in the past, it was quick with minimum lights on. Not to mention it was frustrating.

  You know when a guy finally manages to raise some tingles inside you...and then they finish and leave you more frustrated than ever? Right. Sex has always been frustrating for me and yet Marlon radiates the vibe of knocking away all boundaries and upping the sex-scale.

  So, back to not feeling exposed...the main reason I’m lying here, and stripped naked in front of this guy, is because I walked into the clubhouse while they had naked women dancing on the freaking bar. It’s pretty easy to jump to the conclusion these guys are numb when it comes to a woman’s naked flesh.

  I’m aware I jump to conclusions a lot when it comes to bikers, but with this? Marlon didn’t have a hard on when I walked into the clubhouse with all those women showing off their very naked bodies. He did have one when he set his eyes on me...fully clothed I might add.

  And when his gaze hits my naked body...I can see him grow harder before my eyes. It’s like taunting him on another level. To me this little fact is very satisfying and obviously trumps me being uncomfortable while being naked.

  The heat coming from his intense stare makes me swallow. “I meant what I said, Bubbles. I won’t settle for a quick fuck. This means you’re not getting my cock until I’m sure you’ve caught up to the point where I am in this thing between us.”

  I narrow my eyes at the frustrating man. If he thinks this is the way to force me into a relationship he’s calling a ‘thing between us’, where he already calls me his Old Lady, he’s going to be dead wrong.

  His hands go to my knees, sliding down while he pushes my legs apart. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t give you a little taste of what can be yours all day, every day.”

  Oh.

  My.

  Fucking.

  Gooooooooooodddddd.

  I’m sold. Slap a ring on my freaking finger, I’m his. The way his hot mouth is covering my pussy while his tongue is playing with my clit makes him sex on a damn magic stick. He’s right. I need this in my life all day, every day. Oh, the sucking is spreading tingles from my belly throughout my whole body. Intense pleasure consumes me, and yet it’s not enough.

  I’m afraid he’s going to pull back, like all the other men I’ve had sex with; start something without finishing. They find the perfect spot and change tactics right before you come. This is the very reason I reach out and wrap my fingers into his hair to keep him in place.

  Just so he knows I’m loving it, I add, “Don’t you dare fucking stop. So good, lover, keep going, don’t change...oh, damn. So. Good.”

  The moment the word lover flows from my lips, Marlon rumbles a growl that vibrates against my pussy. I deliberately picked that endearment, knowing he’d like it. I’m not a damn idiot and know very well a compliment goes a long way.

  Call it manipulation, whatever. Playing nice equals orgasm. And isn’t this what he wanted? Giving me a taste of what he has to offer? Well, he succeeded. I’m not sure I can give up something that brings me such intense pleasure. And to think he is only using his fucking mouth. I’m going to be in so much trouble when his dick comes out to play.

  “Oh, oh, ohhhhh,” I moan, unable to do anything else but surrender and add his name in a scream of pure ecstasy. Knowing very well I’m a lost cause when it comes to this man since I just managed to hand over my heart along with it, knowing he won’t have any intention of giving it back.

  Chapter 07

  ***Marlon***

  I watch how her whole face lights up. She’s damn gorgeous when her orgasm hits. Her eyes open and lock on mine. She’s allowing me to see her raw emotions from what I’m doing to her. On full fucking display and I revel in it.

  I make sure to swirl my tongue inside her a few extra times and memorize her taste. I regretfully pull back and crawl up her body. I make a quick stop to catch her nipple between my teeth to give her a little sting and repeat the action with the other one.

  Torture her with pleasure. That’s what I’m going for. Though the knife cuts both ways. My dick is hard as fuck and her taste is on my tongue, I’m ready to blow and yet I manage to keep it together. Barely.

  I’m sticking to my word. I’m not going to give her my cock, no matter how bad I want to fill her tight cunt in one stroke and pump my cum inside to mark her as mine. Maybe I should blow my load all over her stomach to mark her as mine in another way. I slowly thrust forward, sliding my cock over her clit, far enough to coat my balls with her arousal. Fuck. She’s slick.

  “Yessss,” she moans and claws my back to urge me on.

  I clench my teeth. I really shouldn’t do this and yet I can’t deny her. Leaning in, I let my mouth find her ear. “Ready to give me all, Bubbles? Only then you’ll be able to have all of me.”

  She’s too far gone to form words or even hear what I’m fucking saying. The heel of her foot is pressing against my ass to urge me on. No damn way am I going to break my word—I never do—even if I’m consumed by this woman. I grasp on to the last bit of sanity my skull can manage and start to build pressure by rubbing my cock against her clit in short strokes.

  It doesn’t take long for her to be taken by her orgasm. My eardrums rattle with the way her screams of pleasure vibrate with force through the room. And dammit, I can feel her cunt clench against my balls. I can’t fucking take it anymore. I cover her mouth with mine in a punishing kiss before pulling back.

  “That’s all for now, honey. Go sleep.” My voice is a raw croak. Pushing off the bed, I stalk into the bathroom and lock the door. A fucking cold shower is what I need right now.

  The water starts to hit my back and I can’t hold back. My fist finds the tiles and I can hear the crack. I don’t even care if it’s the bones in my hand or the fucking tiles, I’ll deal with it later. Right now, what matters is diverting the lust and craving swirling around inside me. The lashes of pain are enough of a distraction to reduce the need to walk back into the bedroom and fuck my woman’s tight cunt.

  “Marlon, let me in,” I hear her demanding voice outside of the locked door.

  No damn way she’s getting in here. “Go to bed, Unique,” I growl.

  She needs to leave me the hell alone. I’m barely hanging on. Glancing down I can see the red mixing with the water and swirling down the drain. I place my knuckles underneath the shower and wash away the blood. This I can do, clean a wound that’s starting to throb. A diversion from my throbbing cock, taking away the need for release.

  “Open. Up,” Unique’s voice barges through the door yet again.

  “Fuck no, go away,” I growl right back and I hear her kick the door in response.

  The corner of my mouth twitches. She’s damn cute, even if we’re fighting. Fucked up reason to fight because I could be balls deep, pleasuring the both of us till we’re sated but it’s not my end goal. The here and now leaves too much room for regret and reason. I don’t want to give her a reason for making this thing between us a mere pitstop.

  The rage and lust ebbs away and weirdly enough it’s also because of her. See what she’s worth? Every-fucking-thing. When you’ve got nothing good in life, nothing that sparks bright fucking rays of sun on your body, and finally feel the heat, and see something who’s worth everything? You work and fight for it.

  Even if it takes half my life waiting for her to get to the point where I am, I fucking will. It’s my own damn fault I screwed up my chance, so something’s gotta give between us.

  The fierce way she was knocking on the door just now proves I’m under her skin. We have history, yet our days of war are numbered. We will ride forward and once we get to a certain point, we will never look back. Something about a solid foundation and havin’ your eyes on the future. Well, ours might be rocky but fucking steady.

  I grab the soap and start to wash up, careful to avoid my damn knuckles. I take my time and finally stroll into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my waist. Unique is sitting at the end of the bed, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

  Shame she’s not naked, though wearing one of my shirts clearly has the same effect on me. Dammit, I walked into the shower with a boner, strolled out without one, yet now I’m hard as fuck again. I rub my eyes with my thumb and forefinger. Dammit, I need to focus. I hear a gasp and then her fingers wrap around my wrist, pulling it away from my face.

  “What did you do?” she growls, angry at me.

  I release a deep sigh. “It’s nothing. I’ll grab some ice from the freezer.”

  “You sit and I’ll grab the ice. Idiot. That’s the noise I heard. You punched the wall, didn’t you? Ugh.” She tries to throw my hand down and rushes out of the room.

  See what I mean about the two of us? She cares, yet there’s something holding her back. I’m pretty sure it all started when she pulled her friend out of my damn clubhouse. Fuck. Underage, and my damn ex-VP mixed up in it again. Everything in the past I have to deal with now is a damn roadblock for our future.

  She strolls back into the bedroom, her eyes still shooting daggers at me. I barely manage to bite back a smile. Though it slips right off when she puts an icepack on my knuckles, making me hiss.

  Now she’s the one fighting a smile. “Shut it. And please, don’t do stupid shit like that again.”

  I take a step closer to her while I whisper, “Why? Don’t want me to get hurt?”

  She rolls her eyes. “Hell no. I’m just looking out for myself. Or do I need to remind you I came here asking for your equipment...meaning I need those hands in one piece to handle a sniper rifle so your aim isn’t off.”

  “Ah, a compliment. Acknowledging my qualities—or the need of them—still shows you care on some level, honey,” I taunt.

  “Oh shut up,” she mutters and takes a peek at my knuckles underneath the icepack.

  The door opens a little bit further and we both watch as Harry strolls inside, glaring at us before he jumps on the bed. He makes a few circles and settles down, throwing us a look as if he’s daring us to order him to get off the fucking bed.

  Unique chuckles. “I guess we have no choice but to share the bed with Mr. Attitude, huh?”

  “He always sleeps in that spot and as long as we leave him be, he should be nice. He’s used to sleeping in the bed. My mother spoiled him when he was a kitten, allowing him to sleep on her pillow. She used to wake up all hot and sweaty because he was draped over her head.” I laugh at the reminder. “If that idiot new man of hers wasn’t allergic she would have taken Harry with her.”

 

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