Chapter Fourteen
Gage
Amelia’s shivering so hard as we leave the Hammer that another wave of fury scorches through me. I should’ve made sure she was safe from Rex Abbott, and instead he managed to scare the shit out of her in the Bastards own territory. It’s no excuse that he barely resembles the photos Zach sent me. I saw him hanging about outside the diner, and I should’ve followed up on my hunch.
Once we’re outside, I wrap both arms around her and pull her close.
“Don’t worry about him.” My voice is gruff. “He’s not gonna hurt you.”
She clutches my T-shirt. “What he said back there. It’s not true. I’ve never been with him.”
Why’s she worried I’d believe that? “I know that. He’s out of his fucking mind.” He looks half dead, not that I give a shit. He might be a pathetic asshole, and surviving on crack, but that won’t stop me helping him on his way if he even looks at Amelia again. “I’m sorry you were caught up in that. It shouldn’t have happened.”
Too right it shouldn’t. When Ty finds out Abbott got through his security, heads will roll.
She looks at me as though she doesn’t understand what I’m saying. “He came out of nowhere. I’m so sorry, Gage. I didn’t mean to cause a big scene in front of everyone.”
“It’s not your fault.” I hug her tighter in the hope that it’ll stop her shaking. Christ, is she going into shock or something? “This is something between the Bastards and Wolves. It goes back years.” She’s smart; she’ll understand what I’m saying and leave it at that.
“We need to talk about it.” Her voice is muffled against my shoulder, and I suck in a deep breath. Did I really think she’d let it go? Except this is club business, and we don’t discuss club business with chicks. Hell, most girls wouldn’t even dream of questioning me about what just happened.
She’s not most girls, though. And even though I don’t want to talk about it with her, I know I will. She deserves that much from me, after Abbott screwed up her night.
“Not right now.” I need to get her home, and fast. “Later. Okay?”
“Okay.” She sounds reluctant, as if she’s having second thoughts. “Just promise me you won’t get too mad.”
I give a grim laugh as we make our way to my Harley. “Can’t promise that. But I won’t get mad at you.”
…
Odin’s is still open when we arrive, but I take Amelia down the side alley to the private door to the apartment. I don’t even make a joke about having a quickie outside, since she’s still jittery and clings to my hand like she’s never going to let go.
Not that I mind. It’s just the reason why she’s doing it that pisses me off.
At least Tod won’t be interrupting us. I told him to find somewhere else to crash tonight, with the clear implication his days living here rent-free are numbered.
Once we’re inside, Amelia stands in front of the heater in the living room, her arms wrapped around her waist. She’s wound up tighter than a spring. So much for my plans to give her a great date so she’ll be mellow and relaxed, ready for tonight.
I pour double shots of whiskey and hand her one. “Get that down you.”
She sips it and pulls a face, but doesn’t stop drinking. I finish mine in two gulps, shrug off my cut, and fold it over the back of the couch.
“This is disgusting.” She wrinkles her nose and takes another sip before handing the glass back to me. “So, um. About Rex Abbott—”
No fucking way are we talking about that dipshit tonight, and I slam the glasses onto the coffee table. “Stop.” I press my finger against her lips, and she blinks up at me, and it’s crazy how adorable that is. “Not now, Amelia.”
“Yes, but—”
Christ, what is it with this chick? There’s only one way I know to shut her up. I claim her mouth, and her soft sigh pushes the last of my irritation with Abbott to the back of my mind.
I ease her jacket off her shoulders, and it drops to the floor before I slowly tug the silky scarf from around her throat. The buttons on her sexy top undo easily, and I slide it over her arms. She pulls it off her wrists, and I catch sight of a couple of angry red marks on her pale skin.
“What the hell.” I grab her wrist, and despite the rage pumping through me that Abbott dared to touch her, gently trace my finger over her arm. “He’ll pay for hurting you.”
“It doesn’t hurt. I bruise easily, that’s all.” She tries to tug free, but she’s not going anywhere. I kiss her injuries and force the image of smashing Abbott’s face to a pulp from my mind. Not going to think about him tonight. This is all about Amelia. And when she rakes her fingers through my hair and sighs, it’s easy to forget about everything but her.
I lift her into my arms, and she wraps herself around me. She’s so tiny and fragile, and another wave of anger against Abbott whips through me. If I hadn’t been there to protect her—I crush the thought. Not going there.
In my room, I lower her onto the bed, and as I strip she wriggles out of her clothes. Best show I’ve ever watched. “You better not do that for anyone else.”
“Do what?” Her thong hangs from one finger as she gives me the sweetest smile. “This?” She tosses the scrap of lace aside, and presses her thighs together, hiding her pussy.
I drop a rubber within easy reach and join her on the bed, trapping her beneath me. “Any of it.”
She winds her arms around my neck before tracing her hands over my shoulders and biceps, as though she’s worshipping my rock-hard muscles. “Give me a reason not to.”
“You’re playing with fire.” I kiss her throat, using my tongue and teeth, and she gasps and arches her body, her nails digging into me. “I’ll give you plenty of reasons. All night long.”
She drags her nails down my back, and I suck hard on her nipple. Fuck, I love playing with her tits, and when she grabs my ass, it’s hard not to just sink right into her soft, hot body.
Not yet. I shift down and kiss her tat, and she wriggles, her fingers gripping my hair. She doesn’t let go when I move between her legs and drink in the sight of her gorgeous pussy, her lips all swollen and spread open for me.
“Jesus, Gage. Just do me already.” Her demand is breathless and so hot it takes all my self-control not to grab the rubber. But I have plans, and I’ll stick to them if it kills me.
“I’m gonna do you so hard you won’t be able to leave this bed.” I give her a feral grin before dipping my head and teasing her wet slit with my tongue.
She bucks and groans, and I push in deeper, tongue-fucking her. I slide my hands beneath her ass, holding her still, and kiss her clit, long and hard, until her choked cries fill my head.
She’s close, and I roll on the rubber without taking my eyes off her writhing body. I push her legs up, over my shoulders, and thrust into her. Her harsh breathing and the way she claws my chest drives me out of my mind, but I have to hold on. Have to stay in control.
I ram into her, faster, harder, and when she comes, I nearly lose my damn mind. I grit my teeth and tense my muscles, sweat slicking my skin, but I won’t give in. She’s still convulsing around me when I withdraw, and that’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
“You ready, baby?” It’s not really a question, and I don’t expect an answer, but she gives me an exhausted smile anyway. I roll her over, and her naked back and cute ass take my fucking breath away.
I shove a pillow under her hips. “Gage,” she pants, and I lean over her so we’re check to cheek, my dick pressed tight against the small of her back. “What do I need to do?”
“Nothing.” I kiss her nose and eyelid and briefly bury my face in her hair. I’ve never had a girl ask me that before, and it gives me a weird, warm glow in the middle of my chest. “You just stay there and let me take your sweet little ass and make it mine.”
She shudders and fists her hands in the sheet. “I don’t know how you’re going to get it in there but…okay.”
I give a grunt of laughter and nibble her earlobe and earrings. “I’ll get in there, don’t worry about that.”
Even talking about it makes me harder than ever. I inch down her body, not wanting to break skin contact, but lust wins out.
On my knees, I run my hand along the length of her back and slide my other hand between her thighs and play with her pussy until my fingers are drenched with her juices. I circle her, lubricating her with her come, and she shivers, uncertain, but before I’m finished she’s gonna want this as much as I do.
“Feels good,” she mumbles, as I tease her tight hole, easing my finger inside her.
“What about this?” I push in a second finger, stretching her gently, hoping it’s enough. “This feel good?”
“Mmm.” She doesn’t sound too sure, and her body is tense beneath me.
“Relax,” I whisper. “You’re gonna like this, I promise.”
“I know.” From this angle, I can only see the side of her face, and she opens one eye and gives me a gorgeous smile. “First-time nerves, that’s all. I want you, Gage. I want this.”
I’ve butt-fucked loads of chicks, but never a virgin, and last thing I want to do is hurt her. I back down the bed, my fingers sliding over her warm skin, and trail kisses along her thigh. She wriggles and gives a breathy sigh, and I shift to her other leg, using my tongue and lips to taste and tease.
Her groan echoes through my head, and I trace the curve of her ass with my fingertips. “This view is awesome.”
She chokes out a laugh. “Don’t you dare take a photo.”
“Don’t need a photo.” I’ve got you. I reach for the lube. “Never gonna forget your sweet ass.”
She gives a little huff. “That’s good to know.” There’s no hint of uncertainty in her voice now. “Don’t want to join Butts Anonymous.”
With a lube-coated finger, I circle her. “No chance. You’ve a butt in a million.”
This time she snorts with laughter, and my finger slides inside her easier than before. “That feel better?”
She gives a soft groan and lifts her ass. “Not bad.”
I tear my hypnotized gaze from her gorgeous ass and glance at her face. Her cheek is pink, her eye closed, and her mouth is open as she drags in a ragged breath. Never seen anything so irresistible in my life.
I tease her a little more until her sweet gasps and little shudders are too much for me to handle. With hands that shake, I massage lube over my dick before I spread her ass cheeks. I’ve never wanted a girl as bad as I need her, and I guide my dick into her tight little hole. She goes rigid, and I tease her clit, mesmerized by the sight of my dick invading her ass. Christ, this is so hot. I push in a little farther—couldn’t stop if my life depended on it—and her tight, untouched muscles expand around me.
“Told you I’d make it.” My voice is raw with lust, and she makes a strange noise in her throat, but there’s a half smile on her face. “Fuck, you should see this, baby. Your ass is the prettiest thing ever.”
It’s torture not to ride her hard, nail her to the bed and hear her scream my name in mindless need. And sure, I’m going to do all that and more, but not tonight. Not when this is all so new for her. I screw my eyes shut, try to slow down, but the pressure’s building like an out of control volcano.
A hoarse laugh flays my throat at the image, but does nothing to halt the inevitable. I wanted to make this last, savor it—hell, I wanted to keep going all fucking night.
Tonight’s not that night. I grip her hips and slowly push into her, not all the way—hell, nowhere near—but enough. More than enough. And when she gasps my name, the whole damn world explodes.