Chapter 15
Declan
She isn’t scared. That’s not the look in her eyes. It’s something else, but I can’t place it.
“I’m sorry I hit you guys,” she mumbles a fake apology. It’s cute coming from her.
“Fuck that. You gonna tell me who hit you?” I growl. That’s what’s pissing me off the most. I want to know what idiot had the balls to put his hands on her.
“No one.” She raises her head in a defiant posture. Look at her! She’s testing my fucking patience and all I can think about is getting her naked beneath me. What is it about this woman?
“That’s how you want to play this?” I ask her to give her a chance to rethink it. She doesn’t move or say a word.
I lean down, my lips close to hers. “Last chance.” She still doesn’t move. Fuck, she is stubborn, and it makes my dick hard. I move closer, letting my lips linger on hers. She moans, slipping her tongue into my mouth. Goddamn, this woman is going to kill me.
I back her up until her legs hit the bed and she sprawls on the bed. Then she’s fair game. I lean over and yank her jeans down her legs with her panties. Her pussy is gleaming, ready to be taken. I grin when I run my fingers through her wetness. She’s fucking soaked.
“You wanted me that whole time, didn’t you? You like bein’ tied to my bed?” I ask her but not really giving a shit what she says. I can see how fucking wet she is and how hot her body feels. She’s fucking craving my dick right now. I lean down and kiss her stomach. Brooke arches her back pushing her flesh into me. I growl and nibble at her skin.
“Tell me, baby,” I say as I slide down, positioning myself between her legs. Brooke pushes up on her elbows, watching me. Fucking Christ this girl is wild, and I fucking love it.
“You wanna watch me eat this pussy?” I ask as I blow gently on her wet body. She arches her back and gasps. I slowly lick one long pass over her. Her eyes widen, but I just grin. I lean back in and lick her like she’s a fucking lollipop. I dip my tongue inside of her and twirl it around, but the whole time our eyes stay locked on each other. Not breaking that connection, I run my fingers over her skin on her thighs. I drag it up slowly, sliding one inside of her. I work her over before slipping a second inside. Curving my fingers, I find her sweet spot before I suck harder on her clit. Brooke’s mouth hangs open; she’s panting, gasping for air.
“Who hit you, baby? Tell me, and I’ll make you come.” She shakes her head no. I bring her closer and closer, but until she gives me what I want, I’m not giving her what she wants. I slow my pace, leaving her clit to the cool air of the room.
“Dec!” Brooke cries out my name. It’s such a fuckin’ sweet sound, too.
“Tell me, Brooke. That’s all you have to do.” I lean down and slowly take another long lick. “Say who it was and I’ll let you come.” My fingers keep moving as she presses her body into me. She wants this; I know she does.
“I don’t know! I don’t know who they were! They were bikers. They had vests like yours!” she cries out.
I lean my head back down, sucking and licking. My fingers are fucking her at the same pace my dick would if I were inside of her.
“Dec! Oh, fuck!” She screams just as her orgasm washes over her. Clenching around my fingers, she holds them hostage.
Her juices flow, but I lick every last drop from her. She tastes like perfection, and I want every drop of it. I ease my fingers out of her slowly noting the groan that escapes as I do.
“You taste perfect,” I tell her. Her face is flushed, little beads of sweat dripping down her temples. Fuck! She’s beautiful.
“You said you don’t know who they were?” I ask her again. She shakes her head, trying to catch her breath.
“Besides the cut, did you notice any other patches or anything on them?” She turns her head to look at me.
“Cut?” she asks.
“The vest he was wearin’. It’s called a cut.” She nods slowly before she sighs.
“No. I didn’t really see anything else. I was kind of busy,” she says as she points at her eye. I lean in and brush my lips over the swollen flesh.
“I’ll find out who hurt you,” I whisper against her.
She jolts and leaps up. Frantically looking for her clothes, she grabs them when she sees them. I watch her tug her jeans back on quickly, stuffing her panties into her pocket in her haste to get away.
“I don’t need you interfering in my life,” she states.
My heart hammers in my chest. The way I feel like I need to protect her is overwhelming to say the least. Something about Brooke sets the beast inside of me off and all I want to do is make sure she’s safe. Yet she can’t seem to get that through her head, and it’s infuriating.
“How many times are you gonna come to my clubhouse and think that I have no say in shit?”