Lilah
“You got it?” Razor asked as we walked back into the clubhouse.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I told him, lugging my suitcase at my side. “Thanks for your help, Razor.”
“Anytime,” he said, walking off in the direction of the bar.
I heard the clang of a pool stick landing on the table before I saw Cole. He emerged from the members playing pool with an angry scowl on his face. He stormed over to me and grabbed my suitcase out of my hands before I could object.
“Upstairs. Now.” I knew better than to argue with a man who sounded the way he did. I let him take the suitcase and walked ahead of him, taking the stairs up to his room. I knew he wanted to walk behind me to make sure I went up to the room.
I didn’t say anything on the way up. I had a pretty good feeling I knew what was wrong, but I could also tell he didn’t want to talk about it in front of everyone else. If I said anything at the wrong time, it might have set him off. I had a feeling we were about to set new boundaries in our relationship – whatever that relationship was.
I walked into the room and sat down on the bed. Cole came in behind me with my luggage and set it next to the closet. His silence was anything but quiet. His anger roared around him. I felt the energy emanating from his body, and I could tell that he was barely holding it together as he walked back to the door, closed it, and locked it.
“What the hell were you thinking?” he growled out. He turned around from the door and walked over to the bed, standing over me.
“I needed some things for work,” I explained.
“You should have waited for me. You made me look like a fool in front of everyone by running off behind my back like that.”
“Whoa, hold up. I thought you guys were okay with looking out for each other,” I argued. What was the point of having an MC like the Steel Devils if the guys didn’t look after each other?
“Not like that. You put yourself and another member in danger,” he told me. “You should have waited, so I could have taken you and could have made sure you were safe.”
“Am I supposed to get your permission now?” I snapped. “You haven’t called me your girlfriend, old lady, or anything else. All you’ve done is bring me in here and tell me I have to sleep with you if I want you to keep me safe.”
“You keep acting stupid, and no one’s going to want to call you their old lady,” he said.
Stupid? Really?
“You know what, Cole? I took this from my ex-husband, and I don’t have to take it from you. I’m not your property.”
I stood up and tried to step around him, but he stepped to the side and used his size to block me from leaving.
“I’m going home,” I told him. “Get out of my way. You’re not going to keep me here.”
“You won’t be safe if you go home,” he insisted, his tone still full of rage.
“Then, I’ll crash on a friend’s couch, but you’re not going to control me. That’s not what I signed up for. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” I put a hand on his chest to push him out of the way.
I meant what I said. I wasn’t going to put up with another controlling man like my ex. I thought Cole was going to be different. He’d seemed thoughtful and sensitive under that rough tattooed biker façade of his, but I figured I was finally seeing the real Cole. Just another controlling, testosterone-fueled jackass.
“I can’t let you leave,” he said, stepping in my way again.
“Why not?”
Our eyes met, and we both froze. Our anger burned between us. We were locked into each other. Neither of us wanted to be the first to move. Slowly, our rage at each other seemed to burn itself out, cooling off a little at a time. My hand relaxed on his chest, and I eventually let it slip down.
“Why can’t you let me go home, Cole?” I asked finally. It would have been the perfect time for him to admit that he was starting to feel the same way I was, but I should have known that wasn’t going to happen.
“I agreed to protect you and watch out for you. You can’t go back there. It’s not safe. It’s not even safe for you to go to work,” he said, his tone calmer than before.
“How is my work not safe? I work in a library, Cole.”
“Trust me,” he insisted, stepping closer to me.
“If I’m not even safe at work, how am I supposed to trust that I’m safe here?”
He closed what little distance was between us. His arms slid around my waist, and he pulled me against his body. I felt his warmth, his hard body, his pounding heart.
“Trust me,” he said, breathing out, his lips almost close enough to touch.
I closed my eyes, overcome with my desire for him. I couldn’t stay angry when I knew that he was right and when my body was telling me that I wanted him. My insides quivered as he pressed his hips against me. I felt him growing harder while our bodies were pressed together.
“I do,” I whispered to him.
His lips met mine, pressing against me like he owned me. It was a possessive kiss, the kind that told anyone watching that I was his. I belonged to him.
I grabbed his waist as his hands slid up to the back of my head. He tangled his fingers in my hair as his tongue probed and claimed my mouth. He held my face against his as I pulled his hips against mine.
His teeth grazed my lips gently as he pulled my hair, exposing my neck to his rough kissing and bites. I gasped as his lips touched my neck. My muscles tightened between my legs, and my legs threatened to buckle underneath me.
“Take me,” I told him, sliding my hands up his back to hold onto him.
He let go of my hair and grabbed my arms. I opened my eyes and looked into his face in shock. His dirty blonde hair was disheveled, some of it hanging down around his face. His eyes no longer stared at me in anger. They looked at me with an insatiable hunger that I knew he was going to try to satisfy with me.
He turned me around and took me back in his arms. He kissed my neck and my shoulders while pressing himself against my ass and running his hands up the front of my shirt. He took my breasts in his hands and squeezed me a little harder than I was used to.
My bottom lip quivered, and I drew in a sharp breath as he laced my pleasure with pain. My hands grabbed his and held them in place. I pressed my ass against him, feeling his eager erection fighting to get out of his jeans and into me. He pulled me forward by my breasts until I had to put my hands on the bed to keep from falling over onto it.
Then, he grabbed my jeans and opened the front of them. He yanked them down from behind and pulled my panties down with them. I bit my lower lip and felt my sex clenching, aching for him to enter me again. He moved his hands under my shirt and pulled it over my head, leaving a trail of kisses down my back.
I heard his belt and his jeans behind me as he dropped his pants. Soon, his erection rested between my cheeks. I pushed back, sliding him up and down along my ass. He reached down and parted me with his fingers, running one between my soaking wet lips.
“Yes, baby,” I said, grabbing his sheets and letting myself bend down a little further until I pressed my face onto the bed.
He flicked my clitoris with his wet fingertip a few times, taking my breath away, before sliding a finger inside me. He ran along my front wall, hitting my G-spot. He moved his finger in such a way that I felt myself getting wetter with each movement. I clenched my legs together as the most intense pleasure shot through my body.
He took his hand away and moved his hands to my hips. As he held me tightly with his hands, he pressed himself against my entrance. He pushed into me slowly, stretching me again to fit all of him inside. I felt the texture of his solid shaft as he slid along my walls.
He pulled my head up from the bed, guiding me back with his hand buried in my hair. He put his other hand near my mouth, placing his fingers just in front of my lips. I pulled his wet finger into my mouth, sucking my flavor from it. I felt him getting more aroused as I sucked on his finger, running my tongue over it and pulling on it. He started moving with more intensity and passion each time I took his finger fully into my mouth.
The ridge along the bottom of his shaft ran across my G-spot, making it incredibly difficult to focus on his finger for long. He pulled his hand from my mouth and pressed it against my back, holding me down against the bed as he rammed his hips into me. My body shook with each thrust.
I gripped the sheets in my hands and cried out with each orgasmic thrust. My body started to quake as he shoved his manhood deep into me from pleasure as well as from the force of his body colliding with mine. It took all my strength to hold myself up against his powerful thrusts.
“Is it good?” he panted out above me.
“Oh, God, yes, baby,” I answered with my eyes closed and my breath coming in jerks as he pummeled me.
He slid back slowly, creating a vacuum where he’d been. My body tried to hold him in, but I just shook as ecstasy overtook me.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “I’m coming.” My voice came out as a whimper.
He slid back into me quickly this time, and I felt myself explode with pleasure as he drove himself along my walls. I shook and pressed back against him.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto him, pushing himself even deeper. He began taking slow, measured strokes into me. His cock strained. I felt his orgasm working its way up. He felt like he was going to finish at any moment. I pressed back as he pulled out of me, trying to keep him inside me.
I gasped as he left me.
“I’m coming,” he groaned out behind me.
I gasped again as his warm seed landed on my lower back.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he moaned out over me as he spilled every drop onto my smooth, pale skin. I pressed myself against him and felt his hand sliding along his shaft as he finished himself on my back.
“Give it all to me,” I told him. “Let me have it.”
I had never had a partner make me feel so wanted before. Compared to Cole, they’d all barely been interested in me. I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to have me any way he wanted me.
I let my body relax on the bed as he grabbed some tissues from his nightstand to wipe me off. His touch, even with the tissue, was both thrilling and comforting. I knew I was safe with him. I knew I could trust him to take care of me, but each time he touched me, he ignited my desire again.
After he finished cleaning me off, he slid his bare hand across my back, where he’d finished himself on me. I climbed on the bed, rolling over to see his sparkling eyes and satisfied smile as he climbed into bed with me.
He took me in his arms and held me close as I pulled the covers over us.
“Let me keep you safe,” he said dreamily beside me, as if he was already passing out and talking in his sleep.
I opened my mouth to say something, but I wasn’t sure what was about to come out. I decided to leave it at that with his request to allow him to protect me. I snuggled up against him and let myself fall asleep next to the man I was falling for so quickly.