Grace
GRAMS WAS ORDERED to stay in the hospital for at least two days after her surgery, so Merrick and I were free to go to the pig roast. Dad had taken time off so he could stay with her which made things easier. I’d spent a few hours with her on Saturday, but she’d shooed me out when she wanted to sleep. I headed back to her house and got ready for a night of drinking and food with my man.
I heard the pipes of Flea’s bike and grabbed my purse. I’d already fed the cats, but I made sure there was fresh water before heading to the front door. I pulled it open just as Flea walked up the walkway. “Baby, don’t do that!”
“Do what?”
“Open the door before you know who it is.”
I closed the door in his face and heard him laugh on the other side. “Grace.”
“Sir, I haven’t determined if you are a stranger. Please knock and announce yourself.”
“My name is Billy Jameson. My woman’s bein’ funny and cute, which means I’m havin’ a hard time not getting’ hard, so it’d be good if she opens the door or I’m gonna have to take care of that on the porch.”
I pulled open the door. “Hi.”
“Hey.” He grinned, leaning down to kiss me. “How’s your grandmother?”
“Ornery,” I replied.
He chuckled. “Good sign.”
“Really good sign.”
“You look gorgeous.”
“Thank you.” I licked my lips. “So do you.”
He wore dark jeans, motorcycle boots, a black shirt and his leather cut under a leather jacket. I wanted to peel him out of each layer.
“Stop,” he ordered.
“Stop what?”
“Lookin’ like you want to lick me,” he said.
“But I do want to lick you.”
He closed his eyes briefly. “Get your shit, Grace.”
I giggled and led him into the house where I grabbed my keys and bag. We locked up and he stowed my purse in one of his saddlebags while I shoved a helmet onto my head. I had a leather jacket and gloves on as well, but I was still a little cold, so I hugged him tight to stay warm. By the time we pulled into the compound, I was pretty sure I was frozen in place.
“Baby, why the fuck are you shakin’?” Flea demanded as he helped me off the bike.
I removed my helmet, then rubbed my gloved hands together, trying to get them warm. “Because I’m freezing.”
He took my hands between his and frowned. “These gloves are shit, Grace. No wonder you’re so cold. Let’s get you inside and warm you up.”
“Wine. I want wine.”
He grinned, grabbing my bag and setting our helmets on his seat. “Okay. We’ll get you wine.”
Heading inside, Flea led me toward the stairs, bypassing the guests already there. He did a couple of chin lifts on the way, but otherwise, didn’t acknowledge their existence. We were early, so there weren’t a whole lot of people there yet, but I recognized a few of the brothers.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“My room.”
We went up two flights of stairs, then turned right and walked down a long hallway. Flea pulled his keys out and unlocked a non-descript door, pushing it open and turning on the light.
“Top layer off,” he ordered, closing the door.
“What?” I squeaked.
He grinned as he peeled off his jacket, then his cut. “Body heat, Grace. Get your shit off.”
He pulled off his shirt and I couldn’t breathe. “Oh, god,” I whispered.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, dropping his shirt on the bed.
“How many hours a day do you go to the gym?”
He shook his head. “Grace, we need to get you warm.”
“Oh, I’m warm,” I said, swallowing. “Rapidly approaching hot.”
Apparently, he was not amused by the fact my pussy was now dripping at the sight of his perfectly formed chest. He let out a quiet sigh and began to assist me with my clothing.
“Lift your arms,” he directed.
I did, and he slid my shirt off, then reached behind me to unhook my bra. “I hope this isn’t a ruse to get a look at my sweater yams.”
He cracked a smile, but didn’t acknowledge my extremely funny joke.
Dragging a blanket off the end of his bed, he wrapped it around his shoulders, then pulled me against him. “Arms around me, baby.”
I pressed into his warmth and he enfolded us both in the blanket, kissing my temple. I sighed, closing my eyes and letting his heat infuse my bones. He started slightly when I flatted my palms to his back and I grimaced. “Sorry.”
“Fuck, baby, why didn’t you tell me you were so cold?”
“You mean, stop the ride?”
“Yeah, honey. That is a thing.”
“I just wanted to get here as fast as possible.”
He gave me a gentle squeeze and I kissed his chest, unable to stop myself from tasting him.
“Fuck, Grace, don’t do that.”
“I can’t stop myself. You taste good.”
He shifted and used a free hand to raise my chin. “I can’t handle you doin’ that, baby.”
“So, do something about it.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded. “I’m ready.”
“We do this, you’re mine. I don’t let go of what’s mine.”
I smiled. “Neither do I, so gird up your loins.”
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss me. “You warm enough?”
“So, so warm.”
“You sure you don’t wanna wait?”
“Until when?”
“Later? Next week… next month?”
I shook my head. “No, because tonight I want to drink, and I don’t want that to impair me.” I slid my hands across his back. “I want to remember everything. And, there’s no way I can wait another month.”
His mouth landed on mine and I squeezed him tighter to keep from falling. He broke the kiss, but kept the blanket around us as he yanked the comforter and blankets down the bed. “I want you to take your clothes off and climb under the blankets. I’m gonna get some heat going.”
“So romantic,” I retorted as I did as he told me.
He chuckled, stepping to the thermostat on the wall and adjusting it. I couldn’t stop a gasp at the sight of his back. The Dogs of Fire logo spanned the entire thing and it was gorgeous.
“What’s wrong?”
“Your back,” I said. “It’s awesome.”
He smiled, sitting to unzip his boots. “You like it?”
“Yes. Why don’t you have more?”
He sighed. “Scared shitless of needles.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Almost passed out halfway through this one.”
“Why did you get one so big? It must have taken forever.”
“Three fuckin’ days,” he said, kicking his boots into the corner, and crawling up the bed to me. “I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it.”
I grinned, reaching for him as he closed the distance between us. “Well done, big man. You survived and got something beautiful in the process.”
“I’m lookin’ at somethin’ even more beautiful right now.”
“Even with helmet head?”
“Especially with helmet head.”
“I’m nervous,” I whispered.
“Understandable.” He smiled. “We can stop anytime you want to.”
“Why are you still dressed?”
“Gonna leave my jeans on for a little bit.”
“Why?”
“To help you not be so nervous.”
I stroked his face. “I trust you.”
“I’m glad, Grace, but if you want to stop, we’ll stop, okay?”
I nodded. “Okay.”
He kissed me as he continued to hover over me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting the covers fall to my waist. His hand slid between my legs, cupping me and I squirmed at his touch. “Yes,” I rasped.
“Open, honey.”
I shifted so he could slide his hand further between my legs and then he slipped a finger inside of me as he threw the covers further off me and knelt between my legs. Gripping my thighs gently, he settled his face between them and kissed the top of each. “Gorgeous.”
“Flea,” I rasped as his mouth covered my core. I wove my fingers into his hair as he gently sucked my clit and I couldn’t stop myself from bucking against his mouth. This made him grip my thighs harder and keep me in place, but he kept his mouth right where it was. I bit my lip when his tongue slipped inside of me and my stomach fluttered as he added another finger.
His mouth moved back to my clit as he twisted his fingers inside of me… I was so unprepared for the sensation, I cried out as an orgasm flooded me.
“Fuckin’ perfect, Grace,” he whispered, kissing his way back up my body, ending at my neck and cupping my breast as he kissed me again.
“I want to see you.” I reached up to stroke his cheek. “All of you.”
He kissed me once more, then stood, pushing his jeans and boxer briefs off, and facing me again. I licked my lips. I wasn’t so sheltered that I’d never seen a man’s dick before, but never one in person or up this close. His was a work of art, and I wanted to taste every delectable inch.
Flea chuckled. “You’re doing it again.”
I frowned, leaning up on my arms. “Doing what?”
“Looking like you want to lick me.”
I sat up all the way and bit my lip. “Can I?”
He closed his eyes and dropped his head back. “Fuck.”
I giggled, sidling toward him. “Please.”
“Give me some space.”
“You’re big, honey, but do you need the whole bed?”
He laughed, stretching out on his back. “I like it when you call me honey.”
I leaned over him. “Ditto.”
He reached up and ran a lock of my hair through his fingers. “I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“You think I am?”
He hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me on top of him. I squeaked in surprise as I shifted to get my balance. His hand slid to my neck and he guided my head down to his mouth. “You are so fuckin’ adorable, Grace.”
I settled my chin on his chest and smiled. “You think so, huh?”
“I know so.”
I ran my finger over his collarbone. “Question.”
“Answer.”
“We both know this is new to me.”
He cocked his head. “Yeah.”
“But I’m not entirely naïve.”
“Good to know.”
“That being said… is this foreplay, or are you doing it wrong?”
He bellowed with laughter, rolling me onto my back and kissing me. “You want foreplay, beautiful?”
“I’d rather you just punch my V-card right now, but if you insist on foreplay, I’ll allow it.”
“I insist,” he said, kissing me again.
His hand went to my breast and he rolled my nipple between his fingers, then he moved his hand between my legs and slipped a finger inside. “Soaked, baby.”
He rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. “Straddle me.”
I continued to kiss him as I did as he ordered, but he broke our connection to reach for something in his nightstand. A condom. Which he rolled on quickly, then tapped my hips. “Lift up a bit.” I did, and he positioned his cock at my entrance. “Now, lower yourself. Slowly.”
I slid slowly onto him and bit my lip as his girth filled me.
“Okay?”
“So good,” I rasped.
I shifted and slid a little lower, then a little more. All the while, he worked my nipples, my clit, my mouth. I had to give it to him, he waited until I was grinding hard against him before he rolled me onto my back and gave one swift push. The biting sting of my lost virginity shocked me enough to cry out, but he caught the sound with his mouth and stilled his hips.
I could tell Flea was having a hard time keeping control as he stroked my cheek. “We’re gonna give this a minute.”
I felt tears leak down my cheeks and I took a few deep breaths. “I’m okay.”
He kissed me gently before drawing my nipple into his mouth, then the other. Sliding his hand between us again, he fingered my clit and I couldn’t help but rock my hips against him, which pulled him further inside of me.
“Slow, baby. You need to get used to me.”
“More.”
He thrust into me and I raised my legs, wrapping my ankles around his hips. He continued to surge into me, until my climax overtook me. I came undone just as he gave one final thrust and a grunt, then rolled us onto our sides again. He ran his finger down my cheek. “You okay?”
I nodded. “I think so.”
He wiped one of my errant tears from my cheek. “I’m gonna slide out and it may sting a bit.”
I nodded, gripping his shoulders as he moved his hips away from me. I swallowed a cry as the sting caught me unaware again.
“Don’t move,” he said, and kissed me gently. “I’ll be right back.”
He headed into the bathroom and I took a few deep breaths. God, I was sore. I heard the toilet flush and then Flea returned with a warm washcloth.
“Spread, Grace.” I did and he settled the soft cloth against me, soothing the sting. “As soon as you feel a little better, you should pee.”
I frowned. “Why?”
“It’ll help prevent a UTI.”
I felt heat creep up my neck and covered my face with my hands.
Flea stretched out beside me and gently pulled my arms away. “Don’t hide from me, honey. Ever.”
“I just feel so… I don’t know… young and dumb, I guess.”
He frowned. “What the hell for?”
“Because I know less than I thought I did and I feel so inexperienced compared to you. I don’t want you to ever be disappointed in me,” I admitted. “I want to be sexy and fulfill you.”
He kissed my shoulder and chuckled. “Grace. You do. You have no idea just how much you do.”
“I didn’t even know you could get a UTI from sex!” I cried. “I feel like an idiot.”
“Stop,” he growled.
“Don’t you dare growl at me.”
He let out a deep sigh. “Baby, I’m sorry I growled, but I never want to hear you call yourself an idiot.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You need to hear me on this, Grace. We’re in this together. We’re a team. I will never… look at me…” I met his eyes and he continued, “Never betray your trust. I will hold all your secrets deep in my heart and protect them with my life. You have given me something precious, honey, and I won’t ever take that for granted.”
I blinked back tears. “Flea,” I whispered.
“There is something so humbling about being someone’s first choice. I’m honored I was yours, Grace. Thank you.”
He kissed me, and I held him tight as he wrapped his arms around me and stroked my back.
“You’re making me cry,” I complained.
“I want you to understand exactly how I feel.”
I closed my eyes and nodded. “I do.”
“Good,” he said, stroking my cheek. “Are you sore?”
“Yes. It hurts. Like a mofo,” I said. “You broke my vagina.”
“I’m sorry.” He smiled gently. “We can hide up here tonight if you want to.”
I shook my head. “I haven’t seen Poppy in forever. I need some bestie time.”
“I’ve got some ibuprofen, let me get you some.”
While he did that, I climbed gingerly off the bed and stepped into the bathroom. The pain was starting to subside. What was left was an ache that wasn’t entirely unpleasant, because it reminded me that I was his. Wholly and completely.
I cleaned up as best I could, then wrapped a towel around myself and walked back into the bedroom. Flea handed me a couple of ibuprofen and a bottled water. He had pulled on his jeans and shirt, so I headed to my bag for the fresh pair of panties I’d packed in anticipation of tonight.
“You came prepared,” Flea mused.
“My secret’s out.” I grinned. “I had hoped you’d take care of it tonight.”
He raised an eyebrow. “It?”
“The ceremonial breaking of the hymen.” I cocked my head. “I feel like we should do some sort of fire dance.”
Flea laughed, sitting down to pull on his boots. “I bet they’ve fired up the drums outside. You wanna burn something?”
“Like my panties?”
“You wanna burn your panties?”
I shrugged. “I kind of like the idea of commemorating the moment.”
He stood and held his hand out, palm up. “Give ’em.”
I handed him the wisp of lace, a little disappointed he didn’t get to see me in them, but still excited to burn them. He shoved them in his pocket, then pulled on his cut while I finished dressing.
Once I was ready, he locked his room and we headed down to the party.