Chapter 4 - Isabella
We only spent a few minutes at the police station returning the uniform and equipment they let me borrow to rescue Izzy from the clutches of the MC. She sat on the chair, her eyes never leaving me as I talked with a few of the officers. If looks could kill, I’d be dead and buried.
After we finished at the police station, Izzy and I headed to find a low-key hotel just outside of the county. I wanted to be far enough away that no one would find us, but close enough that, if shit went down, I could get backup. She climbed on the back of my bike after protesting and arguing for a few minutes. She knew it was futile. I wasn’t letting her out of my sight.
Feeling her body wrapped around mine—her thighs squeezing me tight, her arms holding on, and her tits against my back—was fucking perfection.
When Thomas had called and asked if I’d help rescue his sister, I’d jumped at the chance to see her again. It wasn’t that I loved her—fuck no. I’d only spent a night with her, but there was something about her.
No one had ever sneaked out of my bed the next morning without saying a word. Izzy was the exception to that rule, and for that, I gave her props. She was her own person. I knew she didn’t play by anyone’s rules but her own. Thomas spoke of her often, and I could feel the love he felt for her with his words.
Thomas and I had met back during training. We’d both joined the DEA right after college. I knew it was where I wanted to be, and had dedicated my life to ridding the world of drugs. I knew it wasn’t possible, but I’d do my best to not make it easy for the sleazeball criminals who preyed on the innocent.
I’d joined because I’d lost my little sister to an overdose. She was only seventeen and I was in my sophomore year at Florida State. Getting the news that your one and only sibling has died is indescribable. It crushes your soul and had made me question everything in my life. I’d felt like I’d lost direction in my life, and the only thing I’d wanted was retribution. The only way I knew how to do it legally was to join the one group that had the ability to stop the flow of illicit drugs. The DEA became my home and my new family.
Yes, I still had my parents, but they’d fallen apart after the death of my sister. They weren’t the same people anymore. They walked through life as shells of their former selves, the sorrow too much for them to bear.
When we met, we were excited and looking to kick some major ass in the drug world. We spent a lot of time talking about our families—his happy and mine not so much.
We each had sisters, his alive and mine dead. Even though I could never touch my sister again and I couldn’t protect her, I still loved her more than anyone else on Earth. We spent our nights drinking too much beer and talking about life. Our conversations always veered off course and would turn to our sisters as the main reasons for us being there.
Thomas said that Izzy wasn’t into drugs but he always felt a need to protect her, and others like her who didn’t come from such a loving family. I’d wanted to join because the same drugs had reached in and plucked my sister from my life.
I was out for payback. After we graduated training, Thomas and I were partnered with veterans and taught the ropes. Years later, we were paired up, and it felt like coming home. He was the brother I’d never had. I was his go-to person when he was placed undercover. I was his link to the DEA and his call of last resort. I kept tabs on him and picked up information when he found a way to get it out.
His case was solid, but at times, I worried about Thomas. I’d never admit it to him—he’d call me a pansy—but he was in deep. Deeper than I’d ever thought possible. He’d been able to move up the ranks and solidified his position with the club. I made sure to do my best to keep his cover intact and my ears to the ground in case shit went down.
Leaving him for the weekend to drive his sister home was a sacrifice I wasn’t sure I could make, but how could I say no to him? I didn’t want him to go through the same loss that still squeezed my heart and hung heavy on my soul even after ten years. Loss is loss and it never goes away. We learn to deal with it, but the desperation and longing never fade. I didn’t want Thomas to experience what I had.
I found a replacement in the agency, someone I trusted to cover for the weekend while I made the round trip with Izzy. I felt at ease knowing that he was protected and I could do the one favor—the only one, in fact—that Thomas had ever asked of me. His family was his number-one priority.
I’d felt shitty after fucking Izzy when I brought the card on his behalf to his brother’s wedding. I felt like I knew Izzy after having heard stories about her ball busting for years. I’d seen pictures of her, but her beauty in person couldn’t be conveyed in a photograph.
Her smart mouth, killer body, and bombshell looks had my cock throbbing and my mind reeling as I had a drink with her at the bar. A back-and-forth conversation over Jack Daniel’s left me hard as a rock, and I needed to crawl inside that sweet cunt of hers. After too many drinks to make a proper decision, I sure as fuck wasn’t thinking of her brother, and invited her to my room.
I wasn’t surprised when she accepted, following me to the elevator as the party raged on. As soon as the elevator doors closed, I had her against the wall. I claimed her mouth, her tongue sweet from the Jack and Coke lingering on the surface as I devoured her. Caging her face in my hands, I stole her breath and replaced it with my own.
When we reached my floor, I broke the kiss. She didn’t move as her eyes fluttered open, and her breathing was ragged. I grabbed her hand, pulling her toward my room, a little too eager to feel her skin.
The chemistry was off the charts. We tore at each other’s clothes as soon as the door shut while our lips stayed locked. The need I felt to be inside her bordered on animalistic as our heavy breathing and pants filled the room.
I dropped to my knees, looking up at her, and said, “I need to taste you.” She was a vision. She had on thigh-highs that connected to a garter belt and cock-hardening stilettos.
She didn’t reply, but spread her legs. I cupped her ass, bringing her body forward as I swept my tongue through her hair. I could smell her arousal as I flicked her skin with my tongue. I wanted to worship at her altar.
I lifted her with my hands, placing her legs over my shoulder as I feasted on her. I sucked like a starved man, licking every ridge and bump as she chanted, “Fuck yeah,” and “Oh my God.” I didn’t relent when she came on my face, her legs almost a vise around my head. I dug in deeper, sucking harder as I brushed her asshole with my fingertip. Her body shuddered, the light touch against the sensitive spot sending her quickly over the edge.
It’s not that I didn’t want to take her in every way, putting my cock in every hole and making her dirty, but I wasn’t ready to go there—not yet, at least. I wanted to feel her pussy squeeze my cock and milk me. I needed it.
I don’t know what time we both passed out. I’d never had sex so much in one night, but even after it all, I wanted more. She was the one person I couldn’t get enough of, and it didn’t sit well with me. When I woke up and found her gone, I won’t lie, that shit stung. In the end, I knew it was for the best. I didn’t need the headache in my life.
I couldn’t tell Thomas what had happened—no way in fucking hell. He’d murder me and hide my body. That shit I knew. I hadn’t chased her or tried to contact her. Let that shit stay buried in the past.
“Turn around or close your eyes,” she said.
Lost in the memory of our first night together, I blinked. “What?” I asked, shaking my head, trying to clear my mind. I took in the surroundings of a very different room. It wasn’t the lush accommodations from the night of the wedding, but a crappy, run-down motel.
“I need to undress,” she said, tapping her foot as she stared at me. “I don’t have my bag of clothes and I can’t wear this shit to bed.”
“I’ve seen it all.”
Her clothing didn’t do much to hide what I already knew lay underneath. The skintight jeans that narrowed around her ankle just above the black high heels had my dick aching. I wanted to feel the bite of them against my skin as I pounded into her.
“I was drunk,” she groaned, her eyes growing into little slits.
“Are you saying I took advantage of you?” She couldn’t be fucking serious. I didn’t do that shit. She’d wanted it as much as I had. I’d known from the moment she’d called me Jimmy that she’d wanted me. I’d known enough about her from Thomas that I’d had her MO down pat.
“I wasn’t thinking clearly. You aren’t my type.” She wrinkled her nose, twirling her finger like I was going to roll over like a dog and face the other way.
“Doll,” I teased.
“Fuck you and that ‘doll’ bullshit. Turn. The. Fuck. Around,” she hissed.
Laughing, I kicked back on the bed and covered my eyes with my hand. “Happy now?” I asked, leaving space between two of my fingers to get a clear view of her undressing.
“Very.” She turned around, facing the opposite direction as she removed her Harley tank top that framed her breasts but left little to the imagination.
Underneath, she was wearing a black bra that lay just below her shoulder blades. She reached back, unhooking the straps with her fingers. Black nail polish decorated the tips, and I wanted to see them wrapped around my cock and her eyes watering from choking on taking me to the back of her throat.
She bent down, pulling off her jeans, and her breasts fell to the side, giving me a marvelous view. They were full, round, and natural. I licked my lips as my mouth watered, while watching her tits sway as she stepped out of her jeans.
She climbed in the bed opposite mine, lying back, her tits on full display and her tiny black G-string the only thing she’d left on. Yeah, like that would protect her and keep her pussy safe from me.
She pulled the covers up to her chin, closing her eyes for a moment, and then said, “All done. You can look now.”
I turned to my side, resting my head on my hand, and smiled at her. “Now close your eyes,” I commanded, watching her face contort.
“For what?” she asked, staring at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact.
“I need to get undressed too, and I don’t want you to catch a glimpse.”
“Please, Jimmy.” She laughed. “I’ve seen it all.” She rolled over and smirked.
“Felt it too, but I still want you to turn around or close your eyes.”
She rolled her eyes, throwing her hands down and slapping the mattress at her sides. “Really? You worried that I’ll jump on you and beg for your dick?” She made a pfft noise with her lips, blowing out a quick breath of air, causing her hair to blow away from her face.
“Just do it, doll. I know if you see it you’ll be begging for me to crawl in that sweet cunt of yours and fuck you like no man has done before or since me.” I twirled my fingers, giving her the same patronizing gesture she did me.
She stuck her tongue out and covered her eyes with her hand. “Just get fucking undressed so I can go to sleep already. I’m exhausted,” she said, resting her other hand against her breast.
I could see that she was doing the same as I had—left a space between her fingers so she could peek. I knew she wanted me.
“I bet I could find a way to wake you up,” I taunted as I sat up, pulled my shirt off, and threw it across the room, just catching the back of the chair.
I pushed my shoulders into the mattress, lifted my ass, and contracted my abs, knowing that she was watching and taking in the view. I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down at a painfully slow pace just to prolong her show. I wasn’t the type of man who wore underwear, either.
As soon as I lowered my jeans below my thighs, my dick sprang free, bobbing as if waving hello and calling her over. I knew it remembered Izzy as much as I did.
Izzy sucked in a breath as soon as my cock entered the room devoid of covering, the piercing shimmering in the light.
“You okay over there?” I asked, smirking because I had further evidence that she wanted me. She wanted me badly.
“Yeah. Just a piece of dirt in my mouth.” She swallowed and coughed, playing the lie to the fullest.
I wrapped my hand around my shaft, stroking my length as I spoke. “Want something to wash it down?” I had to bite my cheek to stifle the laughter I felt coming to the surface. The only thing better than fucking her was fucking with her mind.
“No,” she breathed.
“You sure? I can find something to help that tickle in your throat. I have something close at hand.” Fuck, I felt like a creeper. Only to her would I say such fucked-up, bigheaded shit to, because she was Izzy—ball-buster champion of the world.
“I’m fine. I don’t need anything you have.” The corner of her mouth twitched.
Damn, her cockiness was such a fucking turn-on. No one had ever made my dick as hard as she did. The torture, too much for even me to bear anymore, made me kick my jeans off the rest of the way and toss them to the floor.
“Shit,” I mumbled, remembering that I’d left my gun on the stand next to the television. I never slept without it next to me in bed or on my nightstand.
“What?” she asked in an annoyed tone.
“My gun is by the TV. I need to get it. Keep your eyes closed,” I demanded as I placed my feet on the floor and faced her bed. I’d called dibs on the bed closest to the door in case anything happened. I’d be the one to protect her. I’d step in front of a bullet before I’d let anyone hurt her.
“They’re still covered, Jimmy.” She smiled, thinking she was slick.
“Uh huh,” I said as I climbed to my feet and stretched, my front on full display for her peep show.
Her mouth parted and her tongue darted out, sweeping across her bottom lip. I wouldn’t call her out on peeking because, fuck, it was just too much fun to watch her suffer in secret.
I stalked toward the television, taking small steps until I stopped and grabbed my gun. I lifted my head, catching a glimpse of her in the mirror that hung on the wall. Her fingers were spread apart for a moment, a smile playing across her lips before she closed the gap. Maybe she knew I’d caught her, but if she did, she didn’t confess.
I walked back, my dick swaying and bobbing as it passed close enough to reach out to touch her as I gave her a full show. I wanted her to remember what I had to offer physically. She couldn’t fight it forever.
After I pulled the covers just above my waist, I said, “You can look now.” I turned off the light and flipped on the television, needing some lighting in the room. I had to keep an eye on Izzy and be able to see if anything were to happen.
She nestled in her pillow, placing her hands above her head, the sheet slipping just enough that I could almost see the pink skin that lay underneath. I silently prayed the sheet would slide an inch lower, exposing her piercings and the hard nipples that were outlined by the thin material.
“Good night,” I yawned, trying to be a gentleman. “Sweet dreams.”
“Yeah,” she whispered as she closed her eyes.
I rolled toward her, resting my hand under my pillow as I watched her. Her face illuminated by the television, shadows playing across her features, she was even more stunning at peace. She looked like a different person as she slept. Her face was softer, but I knew the bite those sexy, full lips held when she was awake.
I didn’t feel guilty for staring at her, watching her chest move up and down as her breathing slowed and grew shallow.
Would she sneak out again? The woman was more pigheaded than any other person I’d ever met. She wouldn’t risk her life…would she?
I couldn’t take the chance. I had to find a way to keep her in the room, and I knew just how I’d do it.
I waited, watching the clock and her body as she slept. I needed her to be in a deep enough sleep that small noises wouldn’t wake her. When I felt she was ready, with small snores falling from her lips, I gingerly climbed out of bed, trying to avoid the box spring creaking with my weight.
I walked quietly to the bag I had set near the end of the bed and unzipped it, listening to it snag on each tooth as I pulled it open. I grabbed my cuffs, holding them together in my palm. I stood and approached her bed, trying not to wake her.
I’d never been so thankful for a shitty, old, ’70s-style bed frame. It was perfect to attach the handcuffs to in order to keep her exactly where I wanted her. I opened the cuffs, connecting them to the bed, wincing as I closed it around the wood slat.
Her hand rested just below and in the perfect spot to quickly put them on before she’d have a chance to react. As I reached out to grab her hand, she moved and her face turned away from me. I held my breath and prayed she didn’t wake up as I stood next to her. My balls and dick were too close and at eye level. I wanted to keep them and have them intact and functioning. I didn’t need her attacking me.
I pushed down on the pillow with the metal as I slid it under her wrist. As soon as they were closed, her eyes flew open and she yanked her arm, but it stopped, held by the handcuff.
“What the fuck?” she screamed, pulling against the cuff that trapped her. “Get this shit off of me, James.”
I laughed, moving out of the way of her kicking feet. “Calm down, Izzy.”
“How the fuck can I be calm when you did this shit?” she fumed, holding up her arm and shaking her wrist.
“I wanted to make sure you didn’t sneak out again.” I shrugged and smirked. “I used the only way I knew. Thomas said to ‘use any means necessary,’” I said, making air quotes.
“I don’t think he meant naked and handcuffed.”
“Details,” I muttered.
She grabbed the wooden slat with her free hand and began jostling it back and forth, trying to break it free from the frame.
“Stop,” I warned. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Is this really necessary?” she complained, lying still and glaring at me.
“Yep,” I crooned as I crawled back in bed.
Minutes passed as I heard her moving in bed, tossing and turning the best she could with one arm suspended above her head.
Finally, she stopped moving, the sheets crinkling as she turned to me. “James,” she whispered.
“Yes?” I answered, closing my eyes. Hearing her whisper my names with that sugary-sweet tone had made the bottom of my stomach drop like I was on a rollercoaster ride and had just plummeted from the first hill.
“I’m scared.”
Now that I knew was a load of shit. From what I knew of and had experienced with Izzy, she was never scared—or at least she wouldn’t admit to it. She was hatching a plan, but I’d play along.
I glanced over at her, taking in her beauty and feeling slightly guilty, but not enough to make me undo her cuffs. Izzy restrained was priceless. She was like MasterCard—everywhere I wanted to be.
“I got ya. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
She had let the sheet drop down a bit when she’d turned. Her nipple was almost showing, and my hands and mouth itched to feel her.
“Will you lie with me?” She pouted with sad eyes, trying to pull me in and break me down.
Obviously she didn’t give me much credit in the intelligence department. Did men always fall for her bullshit? I imagined that, with having four brothers, she was well practiced in getting her way and using her femininity to her advantage.
“That I can do, Izzy.” I didn’t bother to tell her to cover her eyes. I threw back the blanket and climbed to my feet. Fuck it. I could play too.
Her eyes grew wide as they traveled up my thighs and became fixated on my cock. “You could’ve warned a girl.”
“I don’t see a girl here, and you’re well acquainted with what I have.” I smirked, rounding the bed, not looking over my shoulder. I didn’t have to see her to know that she was staring at my ass, taking in my bare skin. “Like what you see?” I teased.
“Yes,” she whispered.
There were two things I knew with her words. The first thing I knew was that her answer wasn’t a lie. She was affected no matter how much she wanted to deny it. The second was that the niceness that had oozed out of her mouth was bullshit. There were no weapons near her, and I assumed she hoped to charm me with her nakedness to gain her freedom.
“You sure about this?” I asked as I stood on the opposite side of her bed, stark naked and unashamed.
She nodded and pulled back the blankets for me to climb in next to her.
I slid across the stiff sheets that sounded more like paper than cotton as my body moved closer to her. I punched the pillow a couple of times, trying to find comfort in my limited amount of space, but it was useless with Izzy this close to me. My semi-hard dick had grown rock solid with her proximity.
“James, will you hold me?” she asked, turning to me with those same doe eyes.
“Always,” I said as I faced her, placing my front to her side. I rested my hard length against her thigh and saw her eyes grow wide before a small smile played on her lips.
I couldn’t hide how attracted I was to her. I’d never had the capacity to turn off a hard-on. There was only one way to tame the beast, and she was currently at my mercy.
Turning her face toward me, she stared in my eyes, and I could see emotion behind her wild sapphire eyes. As part of the agency, I’d been trained in reading emotion and knowing when someone lied during an interrogation. Izzy wasn’t hard to read, since I knew her personality from firsthand experience and Thomas’s stories.
“Kiss me,” she blurted out, and bit her lip.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
There was nothing more I wanted in this world than to taste her again, but I wouldn’t get to taste all of her like I wanted. It would be an appetizer. Just enough to drive me mad and remind her of our night together.
I leaned over, hovering just above her lips as I looked into her eyes. “Last chance,” I warned, waiting for her to respond.
“I want you, James,” she whispered against my lips before moving her mouth to meet mine.
Her mouth felt soft, and I craved to feel her lips wrapped around my dick, sucking me off and choking on my hardness. What started as gentle kiss turned hot and heavy as my need for her intensified. Leaning over, I held her face in my hand, resting my thumb against our mouths.
She didn’t smell the same. The stench from the biker bar had almost washed out her perfume. I hadn’t been able to be near a woman who wore the same scent without growing hard.
Her mouth was unforgettable. The way it moved across my skin, devouring my lips, and took all of me was something I could never wipe from my mind.
She moaned as I swept my tongue against hers. I nipped her lips, drawing them into my mouth and sucking with enough pressure to cause them to be swollen tomorrow. I wanted her to remember where I’d been.
Moving my hand away from her face, I let it fall to her neck, feeling her pulse race under my palm. What started as a plan had turned into something more, something that could swallow us whole and suck us in so deep we wouldn’t be able to turn back. She dug her nails into my back, scraping down, and rested her hand just above my ass.
As she whimpered in my mouth, pushing her leg against my dick, I pulled back and looked at her. “You want me? “ I asked, resting my forehead against hers.
Breathing raggedly, she swallowed and answered, “Yes,” as she slid her hand down to my ass and squeezed.
I smirked, moving myself on top of her before taking her lips again. I captured her moans and tiny whimpers in my mouth as I pushed my cock against her G-string, driving her closer to the edge.
“James, my hand,” she whispered, grinding her pussy against me. “Please. I want to touch you.”
I was tempted to free her hand. I wanted to feel her fingers roam my skin and her fingernails scratch down my back, but I hadn’t been born yesterday.
Sliding my tongue down her neck, I latched on to the sensitive spot near her collarbone. She cried out, flinching from the pressure of the bite. I fisted the thin scrap of lace she thought was underwear, ripped it from her skin, and tossed it on my floor.
She sucked in a quick breath, pushing her hips into me. “Hand,” she whimpered.
Hearing her beg made my dick harder than it had been before. I could feel her wetness against my length as I feasted on her skin. She was right where I wanted her—horny and ready to take all of me.
Placing my hands on either side of her, I captured her lips, moving my hips to glide against her heat. I backed away, stared in her eyes, and pushed myself off her.
As I stood, her eyes grew wide and she pulled at the restraints. “What the fuck?” she thundered.
“I know your game, Izzy,” I replied as I walked toward my bed.
She kicked the mattress and grunted. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. Get your ass over here and finish what you started.”
I smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed, my cock standing at attention, and looked at her. “You started it. You only want me to take off the handcuffs, and that shit ain’t happening.”
“I wanted you, James.” She stilled in the bed and stared at the ceiling.
“You’ll get me when you’re not trying to play me for a fool.”
“I wasn’t,” she pleaded, closing her eyes and exhaling.
“The next time you have me, you’ll be begging for it, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll give it to you.”
“I won’t beg.”
I smiled, fisting my shaft as I stroked the length. “I won’t fuck you again until you’re begging for me to fuck you. Fuck you like I did months ago.”
She turned toward me, her eyes staring at my dick. “I won’t beg.”
I continued to move my hands up and down, teasing myself just as much. “You. Will. Beg.”
“You’re an asshole. I’ve never begged a man for cock,” she said through gritted teeth with her body uncovered and on full display.
“Those were boys, Izzy. I’m a man. I remember how hard you came with me, how many times you came on my cock and in my mouth. You fuckin’ loved it.”
“I was drunk,” she protested, stroking the space between her breasts with her fingertips as she moved them up to her neck and traced the same path down toward her belly button.
Sweet fucking Jesus, watching her touch herself made me want to the throw my brilliant plan out the window and fuck her senseless.
Her olive skin was highlighted with tattoos. Most of her tattoos were hidden from public view. They were for her personal enjoyment. She had a dragon down her left ribcage with the word “Gallo” underneath. Near her left breast, she had an intricate hibiscus flower in vibrant reds and oranges. The leaves and vines wrapped around her breast, almost cradling it. For a tattoo artist, she hadn’t overdone the artwork yet.
Her piercings captured my attention the most. Her nipples and the hood just above her clit were pierced. I wanted to yank on it with my teeth and scrape against her clit, causing her to chant my name. The small piercings hanging from her nipples had me fantasizing about the ways I could put them to use. I imagined restraining her using those alone. Fuck, I needed to stop thinking about fucking her.
“Not an excuse. I didn’t take advantage of you,” I said, pulling on the tip, running my fingers over the apadravya. “And I know you loved feeling this,” I declared as I gave the piercing a tug, “stroking you from the inside.”
“I’ll admit, the happydravya is a nice touch,” she conceded, pursing her lips.
“Happydravya?” I asked, tightening my grip around the shaft.
“It’s a nickname for that type of piercing.”
I released my cock, too close to coming, and placed my legs in the bed as I swiveled around. “Go to bed.”
“That’s it?”
“Yep. That’s it, doll. You won’t get my cock until you’re on your hands and knees, begging for me to fuck you. It won’t be as a ploy to untie your hands.”
“Asshole.”
“I’ll fuck you there too. I’m taking all of you the next time I sink my dick in you balls deep.” I punched the pillow, resting my head against the lumpy mess.
“You’re so full of yourself,” she whispered as she lay on her back and pulled the covers over her breasts.
I smiled, knowing that she was right. I was an asshole and full of myself, but she was right there with me. The girl had confidence and bullshit down pat. She was a master and could get her way with any man—anyone but me. I was impervious to her charms.
“You’ll be full of me again someday soon.”
“Fuck off,” she hissed.
“Good night, Isabella,” I crooned as I switched off the lamp and closed my eyes.
She didn’t reply. I could hear her breathing, jagged at first, begin to slow. Once she was asleep, I allowed myself to think of making her mine as I drifted off.
Isabella Gallo wasn’t an easy target, but nothing worth having ever is.
She didn’t know it yet, but I had my sights set on her, and I always got what I wanted.