Dean
Emma didn’t resist as Dean led her out of the garage and around to the side of the building. He had a small apartment above the garage, both to keep an eye on the clubhouse, and to also have some privacy. A lot of the others didn’t mind living in close communal quarters. For Dean himself, after an adolescence in foster care, he liked to have a door he could close, that no one else was allowed inside.
Except for this odd, beautiful woman, who seemed happy to follow him wherever he might need to go. He had no idea what he’d done to earn her trust or her interest, but he was absolutely not going to waste the chance she was giving him. If she’d said the word, he would have found somewhere else for her to sleep — although he was pretty sure he wasn’t going to let her out of his sight entirely — but the way she hooked her arm through his made him surge with delight, and things much more primal.
He hadn’t liked seeing her with Connell, even though he could tell neither one of them was specifically into the kiss. He’d never seen Connell with anyone in a relationship, and having been on the receiving end of a passionate kiss from Emma, he could tell she was showing off. But he still hadn’t liked it. Something inside of him had surged up, wanting to claim her, push Henry off of her and make sure that there was no confusion about who the woman belonged to. Which was screwed up alpha male nonsense. Emma belonged to herself, even if she was willing to be with him for a little bit.
He pushed the more complicated thoughts to the side and made himself stop on the small landing that led up to his apartment.
“This is where you make your choice,” he said, his voice low and heated. “You come in here with me, you’re choosing me. We’ll go inside, and we’ll make sure both of us get rid of these bothersome aches, and we make sure we can focus on what comes next. You want to do something else, you say so now, and I’ll take you somewhere else, and then I’ll come back here and take care of myself. I won’t be upset with you, and we’ll find the girl together, same as we were going to. But you come in here with me, I’m going to stop being a gentleman. We clear?”
Emma raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you going to open the door or are you going to stand here flapping your gums? I can think of a much better use for that tongue of yours.”
That settled that. He opened the door for her, but she walked in under her own power, turning to face him as he closed the door behind him. He had every intention of waiting for her, but thankfully, she did not make him wait long. With a rough little sound in her throat, she pressed herself against him, molding to him from shoulders to knees. Her arms wrapped around his neck and he sealed their mouths, eager for the contact. He let his hands wander, cupping her ample ass and pressing her more firmly against him.
“Tell me you have condoms,” she said when she tore free of him for a moment.
“Yes,” he said and kissed her again. A lingering tension seemed to loosen in her shoulders, and her tongue flicked against his lips. He opened to her, tangling with her, pulling her harder against him. He was so hard he thought he might tear through his jeans just to gain access to her body. “We should take this to bed.”
She looked up at him, her eyes smoky and heated. “Why bother?”
Oh, that was a tempting thought. To turn her around and press her up against the door, yank down her jeans and spread her legs, fuck her here, his hands full of her tits while she pressed that ass back into him? That would be so very nice. “Because I like to save the filthy shit for the second time.”
She smirked. “You so sure you’re going to get a second time?”
He reached down, cupping her breast and flicking at the nipple. She groaned and arched into him, though there was no way he was getting any kind of solid contact with her body. If he could reduce her to moans and whispers with this?
“Yeah,” he said. “I’m very sure. And a third. And more than that.”
“Are you insatiable?”
“Are you?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Then we’re going to do just fine.” He reached down, his hands grasping her thighs, and lifted her with ease. She squeaked when he did it. He doubted too many guys made that sort of effort with her, which was a damn shame. She wasn’t a skinny rail of a woman, and he loved it. When he put her knees over his shoulders and slammed himself into her, he could trust that she would take it without breaking. Assuming, of course, that she wanted to. It felt good to have that kind of assurance.
The apartment was just a small studio, the bed area curtained off. He carried her through and tossed her onto his mattress with a little bounce. He followed her quickly, pushing her shirt up her belly as he kissed the flesh he was revealing. She wiggled out of her vest and then helped him with the T-shirt, pushing it up over her head until that beautiful purple bra was visible, barely hiding any of her soft brown flesh. Her nipples were a darker brown, and he homed in on them quickly and eagerly. Tugging the cup of her bra down, he pulled her nipple into his mouth, and she gasped, hooking her leg around the back of his thigh to grind her pelvis against his.
He had to laugh. “You trying to get me to fuck you hard?”
“Yes,” she said. “If you’re so sure you’re good enough to get a second round, there will be time to be all soft and gentle — or kinky and filthy — later. Right now, I just want to get fucked.” She sighed and pulled him tighter. “I want to feel alive. I want to believe in hope.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said and got his own jeans off. Hers were more awkward. Why women’s jeans were made to be so tight and inaccessible, he’d never know. But they managed, and he didn’t even rip her panties off.
This time.
Condoms he kept in the small nightstand by the side of the bed. He managed to grab one and roll it on without losing contact with her body. Her thighs were open, and she helped him inside, urging him and rolling with him until he was seated fully within her.
“Holy shit, yes,” she murmured, rocking against him, showing him the rhythm she needed. He found his hips moving, his lips closing over her nipple again, his back arched awkwardly to keep the two points of contact, but it was so worth it.
She bucked against him harder, her breath coming in desperate little rasps, and then his fingers slid down her body, finding the tight nub of flesh above where they were joined. When he began to circle there, adding in the sensation to his movements and her responses, she cried out, rippling around him. Harsh and eager, she almost took him over the edge as well.
When she sagged against him, lax with release and relief, he found his own pleasure, thrusting against her in eager, hungry pulses. After a moment, she came back to herself, urging him on with words and gestures, pressing her breasts together and letting him watch as she flicked at the nipples, her gaze locked with his.
He came quickly, the orgasm bursting through him in harsh waves that choked his breath and left him blinking back tears. But it took his fear and his anxiety and his anguish with it. He collapsed over her, letting himself luxuriate in her nails tracing soft, light patterns on the skin of his back, and just rest. For a few moments, anyway.