Chapter Five
Harlow
“What the hell did I do?” I mumble under my breath so as not to wake the hulk of a man sleeping next to me. Peeking over my shoulder, I lie as still as possible and take in his features which aren't as hard as I remember from last night. My fingers twitch, wanting to run through his five o’clock shadow on his firm jaw. I double check he’s still sleeping and recall the piercing cool blue colour of his eyes, the way they seemed to lock onto every move I made. My eyes travel down to his plump lips and I suck my bottom lip into my mouth as I remember his taste of cinnamon and a touch of scotch. Releasing a soft hum, my eyes close and flashes of the way his rough hands worked their way around my body fill my head. Possession and dominance radiated from every touch, sending electricity running through my veins. Causing the cells in my body to release small electric shocks to each of my muscles, ensuring they were awake and not missing a single thing. Squeezing my thighs together, I struggle to control the pulse in my clit as his hand cups my pussy. Turning my face back to the bedside table, I try to calm the pitter patter of my heart as it races, caused by staring at this man. I cannot fall for this guy, I repeat over and over in my head. I hope the words catch up to my heart because something deep inside me is telling me it’s already too late. Letting out a soft groan, I rub the sleep from eyes. Last night was a total bust. I went to Club Ivy to get answers and ended up sleeping with a biker. And, not just any biker. No, I slept with the motherfucking Vice President of the club, a man who could have been involved in Julie’s death. Sucking down the lump which has formed in my throat, I close my eyes as they glass over and take a few deeps breaths when I feel my control slipping.
“I will not cry,” I chant to myself on a whisper over and over again.
I squeeze my eyes tight when I feel the hand resting on my boob flex making my body hum and my clit pulse harder. Fuck, I need him to leave. The way he’s holding my body so possessively, as if someone is going to take me away at any minute, has my already messed up heart screaming for him to be mine. I know it’s impossible, he made his feelings quite clear and I felt the same. I have no time for a man in my life, especially not this man. So, why the hell does it hurt so much to think of him walking out the door and never coming back. What if he already has somebody in his life who keeps his bed warm, fulfills his needs? Jealousy, like I’ve never felt before, rushes through my veins like hot lava. I know I need him to leave, for the first time in a long time he made me feel safe, protected. I never wanted the feeling to end, but I knew this was a onetime thing. As I’m about to roll over, he pulls me closer. His barrel chest seems to envelope my back. A sleepy groan washes down my neck, sending goosebumps breaking out over my skin. Biting my lip, I catch the whimper that wants to escape as one of his thick fingers runs small circles around my now throbbing clit. My toes curl at the sensation of the slightest touch, my body becomes rigid and a fast and hard orgasm slams into me, knocking the breath from my lungs.
“Morning, Babe.”
His voice, laden with sleep, has to be the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I know I need to get up and put as much distance as I can between us. Taking a few extra seconds to relish the feel of him, I grit my teeth and slide out of his hold, taking the bedsheet with me.
“I need the bathroom.” I put as much strength as I can muster into my words so he gets the hint. “Thanks for last night, I guess I’ll see you around,” I say over my shoulder. My eyes flick over his muscled, tattooed naked body and I curse myself for looking. His body is carved from sin and I bring the sheet to my lips to make sure I’m not drooling from one simple look.
“See you around?” His question comes out on a grunt.
Snapping my eyes to his, I notice the blue of his eyes is sharp, like a piece of ice. It sends shivers down my spine. He pushes to his feet and stands to his full height. I battle to keep my focus on his eyes and not his naked body as he closes the distance between us. Instinctively, I retreat until my back hits the wall. I should feel scared when his massive body cages me in, but my body betrays me and begins to hum. Reaching up, I place my hands against his hard chest, the hair tickles the palms of my hands. He leans down, so he’s at eye level with me. I jut my chin up so he knows I'm not scared of him. A smirk kisses the side of his mouth.
“No escaping me now, Lemon Drop.” His voice is husky sending tingles through every cell.
“One time… One night… That’s it... No more,” I mumble. “That’s what you said.” I need my mouth to catch up to my words as they tumble out of me. I need to speak in full sentences, but with him so close and his warm breath rushing over my skin, nothing is making sense.
“I changed my mind.”
His words confuse me. I’m not sure what the hell he means, but before I get a chance to say anything, his mouth crashes down against mine, preventing any more words from spilling free. I freeze, not sure what the fuck is happening.
“Fucking, kiss me.” He grunts into my mouth after a moment.
It snaps my mind to what is happening and grabbing him by the hair, I push my tongue against his and fight for control. His teeth nip my tongue causing me to moan and surrender. One hand lands on my ass, the other twists in my hair, tugging the strands and causing me to arch my neck. He angles my head to delve deeper, sending sparks of electricity shooting through me once again. Grunting, he lifts me and slams my back against the wall, photo frames hanging there, shake.
“Fuck.” He pulls back, sucking in air.
He sounds like he’s just run a marathon. I raise fingertips to touch my tingling lips, trying to catch my breath.
“This isn’t over!”
“But…” It’s all I manage to say before he pulls on my hair, sending delicious tingles racing down my spine.
“Lemon Drop, this shit is far from over.”
There is so much possessiveness coating his words, all I can do is nod. I know if I did try to speak at this moment, nothing would come out anyways. His hard cock rests against my now throbbing clit and I move my lower half, trying to get friction. To take what I want. Words and thoughts from earlier float away and I’m left in a bubble of need that only this man can fix.
“Fuck,” he growls before his teeth latch onto my bottom lip.
He sucks it into his warm mouth, my fingers twist and pull at his hair, making him grunt.
He pulls back from the kiss and whispers in my ear. “You want this, Babe?”
Moving my hips again, I moan when I feel the hard head of his cock hit my clit. I hiss as a sting crosses my ass and I find my voice.
“Fuck, yes,” I whimper as his fingers make contact with my pierced nipple.
I groan as he enters me in one smooth, hard stroke causing me to arch my back. Digging my nails into hard muscle in his back, he moves into my touch on a hiss and strokes harder. Releasing my hair, he grips my hips hard and I know I’ll have more bruises to add to the collection from earlier this morning and a thrill runs through me at the thought.
“Every time, Babe.”
He slams into me. I don’t know what the hell he means by that and right now, I don’t give a shit.
“Harder,” I moan.
I scrape my nails down his back and leaning forward, I latch onto his collarbone with my teeth, tasting the sweat coating his skin. He turns us around and I grip him tighter now I don’t have the support of the wall. He drops me to the bed and pulling out, flips me over onto my stomach. Before I can complain about the loss, he’s balls deep inside me again. Deeper this time.
“Fucking, so deep,” he groans.
I grunt, not even sure I can say my own name right now. I feel the sting on my ass again, not once but three times, it pushes me higher and I slam back into him, trying to take everything he has to give. Gripping my hips, his fingers bite into my skin. The pain magnifies the euphoria I’m feeling. Feeling his teeth, tongue and lips across my back, sends goosebumps racing over my skin.
“Greedy pussy,” he breathes out.
I’m so lost in the feel of him but the swipe with his finger across my back hole makes me jump.
“Easy, Lemon Drop.” He runs his finger in circles over my hole, trying to make me relax. “This will be mine soon, too.” He pushes in a little, making me gasp at the new sensation and also at the words he says.
“Yours?” I managed to get out, I’m completely fucking confused now.
“Mine,” he grits out before slamming into me hard one last time.
My world turns into a kaleidoscope of colours and his deep groans bounce off the walls around me.
“We’re far from done.”
“But you said…” I breath out, trying to catch my breath.
He rolls to the side, taking me with him so I’m lying on his chest, gasping. I feel his warm release run down my leg.
“Shit!”
“What?” he asks, sounding more awake now.
“You didn’t wear a condom.” Worry and anger at myself for letting it happen, coats my words.
“Are you mine?”
Pushing out of his hold I snap my eyes to his. “I’m not anybody's!”
He shakes his head and smirks. “That’s where you're wrong.”
Pushing to my feet, I pace in front of my bed, wondering what the hell is going on.
“Last night you said this was a onetime deal, that you wouldn’t call and this….” I wave my hand back and forth between us. “…..wasn’t what you had to give.”
He sits up in bed and runs a hand through his hair. A frustrated, hard look crosses his face. It reminds me, he’s a biker not to be fucked with.
“I never wanted this, but shit happens and now, you are mine.” He stares straight into my eyes as he speaks.
My body shakes but not from fear. It’s something else. I don’t know the name for it and for the first time in a long time, I don’t know what to say. This is all happening way too fast.
My eyes study the floor. “I’m not your property. You can’t just claim me after one night of hot sex and that’s all it was.”
I want everything he’s saying to be true, but we’re from two completely different worlds. I need to find who murdered my sister and if his club had anything to do with it, there’s no way I can be with a man like him.
“Whether you want to accept it or not, this is happening.” He climbs to his feet and pulls on his worn blue jeans before padding towards me. He pushes me into the wall again. I turn my face away, not wanting to see how hard and determined his eyes are. Closing my eyes tight I take in a few deep breaths.
“Babe,” he whispers against my cheek. He slowly turns my face to his while one hand cups my pussy. “You’re mine and so is this.” He squeezes me between my legs and my eyes fly open.
I stare into his eyes, they hold so many emotions as they devour every curve of my face.
“But,” I whisper.
“But nothing, Babe.” He brushes his lips over mine. “Everything about you is mine, from your dark hair to the sexy as fuck tattoos covering your skin. You belong to me in every way. You can keep telling yourself you don’t want this, but I can see in your eyes, that it’s a lie.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to speak before his mouth hits mine again in a crushing kiss, my body melts into his. When he tears his mouth from mine, I try to suck in as much oxygen as I can to calm my racing heart as the truth in his words soak through me.
“I have club shit to do but, Babe come this arvo, your ass is mine.” He pushes away from me, grabs his shirt off the floor and strides from the room.
Shit, why the hell do his words warm me inside? The idea of belonging to this beast of a man makes my heart pound faster and my head swim with the possibilities.
“Shit.” I shake my head.
I need to get my head out of the clouds, forget about the what ifs and concentrate on what needs to be done. Rushing into the bathroom, I make quick work of getting cleaned while planning my next move. Maybe if I head into the club, I’ll catch Trevor going over everything from last night. With the decision settled in my mind, I race back to my bedroom and dress in a pair on dark blue jeans and black singlet shirt with The Ivy embroidered on the front. After throwing my hair up into a messy bun, I head to the living room and grab my bag, keys and phone. As I reach for the door, someone knocks. Looking at the clock, I see it’s only 9am. Considering I’ve only had around four hours sleep, maybe less, I know I’ll have to stop for coffee on the way so it might as well be with whoever is on the other side of the door. Pulling it open, I smile when I see Alexis standing there wearing her work out gear and holding two travel cups of coffee.
“Morning, sweetcheeks.”
“Morning.” She notices my bag, the way I’m dressed and looks back at me with a puzzled look.
“I need to head into work and see if I can catch Trevor, wanna come?”
“Why not,” she shrugs.
“Okay, let’s go.” I lock up, take the coffee she hands me and we make our way towards my car.