Cocky Biker, page 13
“I just want you to wear a damn condom from now on.”
“Duly noted, ma’am.” He winked. “Now eat up.”
“Don’t worry, I will. I’m starving.”
“And I’m hungry for you.” He stroked his finger from her ankle to her knee, then took a deep breath as if summoning willpower and straightened. He strode to the dresser and grabbed his pizza and beer. Sitting on the end of her bed, he took a big bite, a drip of sunset-colored oil grazing his chin. “It’s good.”
“Mmm.” Belle was busy eating. “It is.” She really was hungry, and the pizza was good.
“Do you want me to be your kinky duke or handsome prince?”
His words came back to her. She wanted him to be her prince, which was a silly, girly thing to think, she knew that, but Prince James was so devoted to Charlotte, so besotted and in love, not a transient thing, but a real commitment to her. That was what Belle wanted. She’d had enough of playing games. It was time to get real.
“Garlic bread?” Wyatt offered her the box.
She took a slice.
“So, is it a good book?” He nodded at her bedside table. “Gonna give me ideas?”
“I haven’t got that far yet.” She paused and picked at a mushroom. “Maybe I’ll just see what you have in mind first.”
He laughed. “Oh, I have plenty of things on my mind when it comes to you, don’t you worry about that, babe.”
With the pizzas finished, Wyatt stepped outside for a smoke.
Belle tidied away the boxes, stacking them beside a small dented metal trash can under the dresser, then washed her hands and fluffed her nearly dry hair.
Anticipation built inside her, dampening her pussy and tightening her nipples. She resisted turning on all the lights. The ambiance was just right. Much like in the castle bedroom where flickering candles cast shivering shadows over the heroine’s and hero’s bodies as they made love.
“I intend to make love to you all night.”
It was what he’d said, and yes, that was what she wanted. No, make that needed. Not kink, not dirty talk, not hard and fast against a wall in an alley. She wanted to build on the connection they already had, finish what they’d started in the shower when she’d allowed him to see a hidden sad part of herself.
She wanted to see the hidden parts of him too. See into his soul. Read his mind, his thoughts, his intentions.
“Babe, it’s so damn dark in here.”
She turned as Wyatt came back into the room. “I like it.”
“You do?” He flicked the lock on the door.
“Yeah.”
“Then it stays.” He tossed his lighter onto the dresser. It landed beside the Glock he’d put there earlier. “But as for that robe, nice as it is.” He stepped up to her and took hold of the silky belt. “It really has to go.”
Staring into her eyes, he released it. When it fell open, his attention dipped to her cleavage and pretty black bra.
“Do your tits ever not look fucking hot?” he said then groaned. “If you and your tits were all I saw for the rest of my life, I’d be a happy man.”
“Is that you trying to be romantic again?” She cupped his stubbled cheek.
“You want romance?”
“I want it all. All of you. The real you.”
He was quiet for a moment. “The real me?”
“Yeah.”
“On one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“I get the real you. The perfect bits and the scared bits.”
She nodded. “I’m yours.” The words almost caught in her throat. This was getting serious. She had released all the bolts to her heart now, and he was on the threshold about to step in.
He held her face and kissed her. A lovely possessive hold and a deep kiss filled with passion and need, desire and want.
“This will be like nothing you’ve experienced before,” he murmured as he kissed to her neck and pushed her robe from her shoulders. “So just relax and enjoy. Go with your instincts.” The robe pooled around her feet.
Instincts. Wasn’t that what the prince said?
Right now, Wyatt was her prince, and as he led her to the bed, she felt like a princess.
His hands were roaming her body as he lowered her down and pressed over her. Suddenly, her bra was gone, and then her panties looped over her ankles.
He quickly removed his clothes, his movements hurried but not frantic. Then he was over her again, his mouth covering her right nipple. She moaned softly and filled her hands with his hair. Her entire breast was heavy, and his hot wet mouth delicious stimulation.
He switched to her other nipple, cupping the heavier underside in his palm.
A tremble in her pussy went straight to her clit and then up her spine. She was safe in his hands. Everyone and everything else could fade away. For a few hours, only they existed.
Chapter Thirteen
It was as if all of Wyatt’s birthdays and Christmases had come at once. Belle’s soft, round tits were the stuff of fantasies. Perfect in every way. Warm. Smooth. Ultra-responsive big nipples. He’d never get enough of touching them, licking them, losing himself in them.
Right now, he had her right nipple between his teeth. A super-gentle bite that was making her gasp and pull at the roots of his hair. The flesh was taut and twisted, and when he released the hard point and sucked it deep into the pull of his tongue, she arched her back and moaned his name.
He hoped she had a hotline from her tits to her pussy and this was making her as wet as he was hard.
He kissed to her other nipple and treated it to the same bite and suck. A drip of pre-cum leaked from his slit, but he wasn’t worried. His stamina was intact. He was just having a great time with this amazing woman.
Eventually, he dragged himself from her breasts and kissed up her sternum and neck to find her sweet mouth. Her small arms clung to him, and a layer of perspiration made her skin glossy as she pressed close. She was as excited as him. Or at least he hoped she was.
“Lie back,” he said, “let me show you you’re special.”
Her eyes seemed to mist slightly as she stared up at him. For a moment, he could see just how vulnerable she was. It was a flash in the depths of her pupils, a hitch of her breath. He’d asked for her to be real, and she was holding up her end of the bargain even though it was costing her, putting her heart at risk.
“I won’t let you down,” he whispered and stroked to her navel. “I just want you to be happy.”
“Oh, Wyatt.” She gripped his shoulder. “I … oh…”
He’d slipped to her pussy, rubbed over her small patch of pubic hair, and found her entrance. “Let me in.”
Your soul as well as your body.
She widened her legs.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “For you.”
He delved two fingers inside her tight pussy. Hot flesh hugged him, and his way was eased by her arousal. “So fucking wet,” he said against her lips. “Goddamn it, you turn me on so much.”
She didn’t answer, just stared up at him and ground her hips to sink more on his invasion.
God help me, she’s beautiful.
He forged higher, the heel of his hand grinding on her clit.
“Oh!” Her jaw slackened and her fingernails dug into his skin. Small pinpricks of the sweetest pain imaginable.
“You like that, huh?”
“Yes. Yes…”
He set up a gentle rocking action, fingering her and stimulating her clit the way he had before. It had worked a treat last time.
The black of her pupils expanded until they were deep, bottomless pools. He wanted to dive in, dive in and drown and not regret it for a moment. This woman could become his everything, his reason for breathing, he was sure of it.
“Oh, Wyatt.” Redness stained her cheeks, and her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breaths. “I’m going to…”
“Not yet.” He pulled out. “I want to be inside you when you come, feel your pussy hug my cock.” Reaching for a condom, he pressed it into her hand. “Here, put this on me.”
Quickly, he sat, knees folded beneath him on the bed at her side. His cock jutted upward, uncomfortably hard, the shaft dark and the end glossy.
She tore at the condom wrapper with her teeth then blew the fragment away. “Extra-large, huh.”
“Don’t you know it, babe.” He grinned.
She didn’t answer, instead, she poked the tip of her tongue out as she concentrated on rolling the condom over the domed head of his cock.
His belly tensed and his balls ached. “Oh, fuck,” he muttered. Watching her was sapping his stamina by the second.
The circle of her fingers toyed with his length in a slow teasing manner, testing his grit further. Moaning, he tipped his head back and closed his eyes.
“You like that?” she murmured.
He growled. A sound he barely recognized coming from his own throat. “You know I do. But what I like more is fucking.” He opened his eyes and flattened himself over her, forcing her to lie back beneath him, legs spread. “So, let’s get on with that, huh.”
She clutched his shoulders and through the shadows, she held his gaze. “I didn’t … I haven’t…”
“Felt this way before.” He brushed his lips over hers and pushed her hair back from her face as he propped his weight on his elbows so he could look down at her. “Me neither, and it’s fucking awesome.”
His cock found her wet, inviting entrance. The urge to rush, to ram in hard and get that instant gratification was almost overwhelming, but he wanted to savor every inch of her. Study every tiny expression on her face and see each flash of desire in her eyes as he pressed in.
“I’ll always protect you,” he said, easing in that first inch.
“I know.”
He gained more entry.
She moaned softly, her tight pussy quivering around his erection.
“And I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
“Oh … yes … oh … more…”
He filled her, a smooth glide to full depth, her wet heat embracing him as his balls pressed up against her. A stuttering gasp left her lips as he connected with her clit.
“Like this.” He ran his hand down her left side, to her buttock, then the back of her thigh. “Wrap your legs around my waist. I want to get deep, so damn deep inside you.”
She did as he’d asked, and he felt his cock slide higher, so high he knew that was it. She was full of him, and he couldn’t push in any more.
He gritted his teeth and hissed in a breath. “Fuck. That’s good.” He caught her mouth in a kiss, finding her tongue and setting up a gentle dance as he rocked over her, working her clit.
He’d come if he lost concentration on his fierce self-control for even a second. This woman drove him crazy in every way. She held him tight, with her hands and her legs. Closing her eyes, she moaned.
“No. Look at me.” He had to see her eyes. “You need to know it’s me making you feel this fucking awesome.”
She opened her eyes. “Oh, I know it’s you.”
“Don’t close them,” he demanded. “Look at me when you come.”
“I’m … I’m … coming.”
Thank fuck for that.
“Oh, God. Yes!” She held her breath. Didn’t blink. A lightning bolt of pure ecstasy seared over her eyes, and he lost it.
Cum raced up his cock with the promise of relief from the almost violent tension that had built. She cried out, her pussy spasming around his cock. He flooded the condom, the release and the bliss making him shake all over, but still, he held her eye contact.
She pulled him in for a kiss, and he gave it. Curling his hips under, another shot of pleasure sent a moan from his mouth to hers.
Had he ever felt so close to a woman? So in tune? He didn’t think so. Belle was different but the same, the same as him. This could work, it would work, he’d make sure of it.
She was wrapped around him limpet-style as he rode them through their orgasms. It was as if they were one being.
When her climax finally abated, he stilled and buried his head in her neck. Their flesh was slick with sweat, and their breaths noisy and rapid. She kept her legs locked around his waist.
“You can have that,” he said against her hair. “Whenever you want. Just gotta ask.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
He pressed upward so he could look at her face. “You should. I don’t say it to all the girls.”
“Special, am I?” She waggled her eyebrows.
“You know you are.” He stroked his finger over her full lips.
She didn’t answer. Her eyes went a little glassy.
The pressure in his chest grew, his heart squeezing. Damn it. She should have been told every day how special she was. How beautiful and funny and smart. He’d fix that, starting now. “And I’ll keep telling you ’til you believe it.”
She bit her bottom lip.
“Okay?”
“Okay.” She nodded and relaxed her legs.
He didn’t want to pull out, but there was the pain-in-the-ass condom to deal with. So he withdrew and sat on the edge of the bed. He tugged it off then wrapped it in a Kleenex. He tossed it in the garbage can, perfect shot. “You know something…”
“What?” she asked, circling her hard right nipple with the tip of her index finger.
“Nothing.” He watched her movements, a tingle returning to his cock.
“No. Tell me.” She stopped what she was doing and sat. “Please.”
After a moment of hesitation, he found the words. “In all seriousness, I do want to be a father … one day.”
“Er … okay.”
“So if you got pregnant, if I made you pregnant, then I’d be cool, you know.”
She was quiet then. “It’s too soon for me.”
“Too soon because we’ve just met?” He turned to face her fully. “Or too soon because you’re only…”
“Twenty-six, yeah, perhaps.” She shrugged. “I dunno. I want to be a mom too, one day, but I don’t want to do it alone.”
“You wouldn’t.” He reached for her hand and pulled it to his mouth, kissed her knuckles. “Not if it’s my child. Even if something happened to us, I’d always be there. You’d never have to be a lone parent.”
Unless I took a bullet.
“That’s good to know.” She glanced away.
“I mean it, Belle. I might be a dick sometimes, but I’m not an asshole.”
“I never said you were either.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“I’ve been treated badly, you know I have. Had a string of guys who’ve said they loved me and then left me, and then you—”
“I didn’t help by being AWOL last week, right?”
“Right.”
“It won’t happen again. Now I know it upset you.”
She nodded.
Wyatt wasn’t convinced she believed his words, but she would if it was the last thing he did.
A sudden rush of noise came from outside. He spun to the window.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“A crowd.” He reached for his boxers, pulled them on, then drew back the curtain.
The motel car park was being rigged with a crude backyard-boxing ring. Four oil drums and ropes. Bikers were flocking around it, their excitement evident in their body language and chatter. Money was exchanging hands.
“There’s a fight,” he said.
“Between who?”
“I dunno.” He spotted Carter, Taff, and Jayden on the outskirts of the throng of bikers. They all turned to a huge guy striding from the shadows.
Teddy.
It was Teddy fighting. He’d stripped off his top and bandaged his hands. Somehow, he looked even bigger and more menacing than usual as he paced toward the ring.
A cheer went up.
“Shit.” Belle was at his side, peering out. “He always does this. Makes him a pile of cash. He never gets beaten.”
“Really?” Wyatt couldn’t quite believe that. Sure, the guy was big, but that would make him slow. “I think I could take him.”
“Of course, you do.” She laughed. “I need to pee.”
She left his side, and Wyatt watched as Teddy’s opponent ducked into the ring. It was Baz from the San Fran chapter of the Barbarians—a loose cannon with a chip on his shoulder. It should be a good match.
Quickly, Wyatt dressed and laced up his boots. “I’m gonna watch,” he called.
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
Straightening, he swiped up his beer then headed out of the door. It would be nice to see Teddy take a few left hooks, maybe the odd kidney punch too. The guy was a jerk. A massive dude with muscles fit to burst, but still a jerk.
Chapter Fourteen
Belle pulled on her Daisy Dukes and a white shirt, which she knotted at her navel. The red bra beneath showed through the cotton and matched the swipe of Hell Fire lipstick she’d applied.
Still feeling high from her orgasm, she slipped on scarlet pumps and headed out of the motel room. Her limbs were loose and pliant, and her core, deep in her core, she was utterly satisfied.
Wyatt had given her something no man had before. He’d given her himself, every bit of him. As he’d stared into her eyes at their simultaneous moment of climax, it was like seeing into his soul and letting him see into hers.
It was more than sex.
It had to be. He didn’t just say she was special, he touched her like she was, and actions spoke very loud, very loud indeed.
Is it love? Am I in love? Is he in love?
Flicking her hair over her shoulders, she berated herself. It was too soon to even think about love.
Wasn’t it?
She spotted him standing with Carter, Taff, and Jayden, and her heart did a silly little squeeze. He was so handsome. So fucking sexy. She wanted to be alone with him again. Naked. Sweaty. Finding that high together.
A tremble went from her pussy to her belly, and she strutted toward him, taking no notice of a catcall that came from her right.
When she reached her man, he slipped his hand around her waist and pulled her close. He continued his conversation.
