Oh, how embarrassing, here I am blabbering about how good the sex was and he most probably wants me out of his room now that he’s finished with me. I can feel my eyes fill with tears, I will not cry, it will be even more embarrassing if I start crying in front of him. 

I had only had sex once before in my life when I was still in school and it was nothing like what we just had. Can it be possible that he did not feel what I did? I couldn’t believe it when I found myself in his arms and then, I think in his room. When he started kissing me I forgot about everything and was just feeling. I guess I should have known he was too good to want me, I mean look at the man. 

His muscles have muscles and with tattoos that make you want to draw your fingers down both his arms and when he was taking his pants off I noticed that his back is also tattooed, and his cock. I really thought we would have to stop for a bit there, but then he started to kiss me again and the uncomfortable feeling disappeared and all I could feel was his humongous cock devouring me.

“You don’t have to say anything, I will get dressed and leave.” I feel a weight on my heart. How can I feel so attached to this man? I’m sure he’s used to sleeping with women and moving on, just the thought of him with other women makes me want to scratch someone’s face.

“What? Why? You are not going anywhere.” His voice is still gruff from the sex we had, was that agitation I heard in his voice?

“I thought that’s what you wanted to talk to me about, that you wanted me to leave now that we are finished.” I can feel my cheeks flaming in embarrassment at his frown.

“We’re not finished Baby Girl, far from it!  I’m just giving you a break; besides we need to talk about what happened.” He kisses the top of my head while his hand strokes my back.

“You are mine, no one else will ever touch you again, and if anyone even tries I will make them wish they were dead. This might seem a bit sudden for you but I’m sure you can feel what we have between us.” His voice is gruff, he has also tensed as he spoke. I can’t believe what he’s saying, is this handsome God of a man serious. I have been lusting after him since the day I first saw him at the bakery with Jasmine and now he wants to be my boyfriend.

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“Fuck no!” At his answer I feel my heart pummel, I really thought he meant he wanted me as his girlfriend, I guess it was just sex. I really must go, I’m not the “just sex” kind of person. Pushing away from his chest I sit up, but he sits up with me. Taking hold of my waist in his strong hands he brings my back against his front. I’m sitting between his legs feeling his hard cock against my back. Just the feel of that hardness is making me want him again. What is wrong with me? His arms are now across my waist holding me against him.

“I want you as my Old Lady, we are way beyond you being just my girlfriend. You are a part of me now, I know I should have explained before we bonded but it was stronger than me … Baby Girl sit still, or I won’t be able to keep from sinking into your sweet pussy again.” His arms tighten around my waist holding me motionless, I can feel his cock twitch behind me.

“I knew you were too good to be true. You are not all there are you? I mean, I don’t want to offend you but what is it with the ‘Old Lady’. I might look older to you than my twenty-three years but I’m far from looking old. And honestly the sex was phenomenal but we just met. How can you say I’m a part of you? It’s bizarre.” I don’t move around as I speak because he’s not letting up on his hold and even though I’m complaining I do really want to have sex with him again. I lean a little forward as the beautiful stone he wears around his neck is poking into my back, the heat of it feels like it is branding my back. I’m also feeling a cramp and heat on my left thigh, stretching my leg out I try to rub the ache away.

“Listen to me, and stop trying to get away I’m not letting you move until I’m done explaining to you.  An Old Lady is the term we use as bikers when talking about our woman, it’s like a wife. And no, I’m not mad, you are mine and the sooner you believe me, the sooner we can move forward. You see I’m an Elemental, it’s not just our club name but what we are. My brothers and I are more than just human, we can bend the elements and when we find our mates in my case you, it’s for life.” Oh my word! He really is mad. 

“Oh, I understand. You did some kind of drug, didn’t you?” I try to move again but he’s too strong. His arms and his long legs that are stretched out one on each side of mine are keeping me still. Suddenly the heat and pain on my thigh intensify to the point where I can’t stop from crying out.

“What’s wrong, did I hurt you?” I can hear the concern in his voice as he lifts me and sits me down next to him. His hands are running over my body as he looks me over with dread in his eyes. When his hand touches my heated skin that is throbbing I flinch in pain.

“Aww, it’s burning and it hurts.” I was looking down at my thigh and notice that the area is a deep red as if sunburned. I’m trying to rub the pain away when Bjarni takes hold of my hand holding it with one of his and the other he places over the area that is paining.

“Shhh Baby Girl. I will take the pain away. It will get better soon.” I feel tingles around the area that is paining and a numbing kind of feeling in my thigh. Whatever he’s doing, is starting to help, but what is it and how does he know how to take the pain away?

“What are you doing?” I ask but he doesn’t answer. I see marks start to appear on my skin, they are just a few tones darker then my skin tone but that makes me freak out.

“What the hell is happening? Bjarni … make it stop!” The tears are now running down my face, but not from pain but from fear. The pain was gone. There was just heat now, but the marks! How had they appeared?

Bjarni takes his hand away from my thigh and I see that it looks like I have a tattoo done on it. He takes my face into his big hands so I can look at him.

“It’s over now, it’s all over. There won’t be any more pain. Shhh, stop crying you’re breaking my heart.” I can see tears in his eyes as he looks at me. 

“What is it?” Did he give me some kind of drug and I’m hallucinating? Can only be, where have you ever heard of a tattoo appearing out of the blue, but the pain isn’t a hallucination.

“That’s the mark that shows everyone that you are mine, that you belong to me for always. It’s the same as my birth mark, see?” Bjarni turns slightly showing me his right bicep. I look at his beautiful tattoo and then down at my thigh, it is identical but a bit smaller more delicate.

“What is happening?  How did I get a tattoo? I must be dreaming or hallucinating, that’s it you gave me something didn’t you? Oh, my word! What did you give me?” I jump out of the bed before he can even think of holding me down. Looking around wildly for my clothes. I can’t see them, they must be on the other side of the bed, so I bend down picking up his shirt. I put it on. I start to make my way to the door when Bjarni picks me up bridal-style.

“You are not going anywhere like that, you don’t even have panties on. I would have to kill my brothers if they had to see you like that.” His voice is commanding, he’s holding me tight against him. I try to wiggle free but soon stop knowing that there is no way I will get away from him unless he wants me to.

“Please, listen to me. I will never hurt you, hurting you will be like hurting myself. You are now the most important person in the world to me, a part of me. I know you don’t understand what I’m saying, but don’t think, feel. What do you feel for me? How do you feel towards me? Please Baby Girl I know you can feel the connection between us.” He lowers his head and consumes my lips in a punishing kiss that takes my breath away. I try to turn my head but soon all I can think about is his intoxicating essence and his overpowering kiss that is making my pussy gush with wanting this strong and powerful man between my legs again.

“Bjarni!” His forehead is now against mine.

“Just feel Baby Girl, don’t think!” he whispers against my neck. This was the beginning of a long, hot sexual marathon that consumes my thoughts, my body, and my very soul.

Waking up the next morning I feel such amazing heat surrounding me that all I would like to do is go back to sleep. I’m nearly dozing again when I feel a hand tighten on my breast. As my eyes shoot open the memories come flooding in. Looking down at myself I see Bjarni’s hand over my breast and the other is stretched out under my head. I know it’s madness but I believe him, how can those marks just appear on my thigh and be the same as the mark on his upper arm. I can’t believe this man is mine! If what he says is true, we are now together. I wouldn’t have been able to dream up anyone better for myself, even if I had wanted to, which I don’t.

This man is a God when it comes to a woman’s body, I can’t even remember how many orgasms he gave me. Just the thought makes me wet, I can feel his hard cock pressing into my back so I shift slightly pressing harder into him.

“Carry on doing that and we won’t get out of this room to eat.” He’s kissing my neck, I can feel his stubble scratching my face. Since the first time I saw Bjarni he has never been clean-shaven. There is always slight stubble on him. I realized last night that it was just one more thing about him that could drive me crazy. When his head was between my legs that stubble of his drove me out of my mind as he scratched lightly over my clit.

Just then my stomach rumbles, making Bjarni groan behind me. He gives me one last hard kiss to the back of my neck and then moves away. As I turn on my back I see him getting up from the bed and stretching. His back is to me, so I lay there and stare at this perfect specimen of a man. His shoulders are wide and muscular, with tattoos going down his back. His arms are bulging with muscles as he places them behind his neck, stretching. He’s got a tapered waist that leads to the most perfect ass I have ever seen on a guy. His legs are like tree trunks, strong and muscular. 

Turning he catches me staring at him, he winks with a smirk on his face that shows off his dimple. This is a man who is sure of himself, who knows women love him. His black hair is cut short, but not too short. It still allows me to stroke my fingers through it. His olive skin shows off his beautiful hazel eyes that are the colour of the stone he wears.

He has the wings tattoo of the Elementals MC across his chest, I draw my eyes down to his stomach feeling the heat build between my legs, at his six-pack as it tapers down to his cock that is still standing at attention. 

“Woman if you don’t stop looking at me like that we will never leave this room.” Even the rumble of his voice is sexy.

“You can’t blame me, you are like eye candy. I think after a month I’m going to need glasses because I have over-used my eyes.” He throws back his head and laughs. It’s the first time I have seen him laugh outright. His got a deep velvety laugh that floats over my skin, making me tingle.

Still smiling he nods towards the bathroom. “Come on Baby Girl, let’s go shower.” He moves towards the end of the bed, giving me space to get up, but as I’m about to get up my feet tangle on the sheets and I tumble to the floor, groaning.

Before I can even feel anything, he has already picked me up, and is holding me close to his chest. “Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?” his concerned eyes are roaming across my body making sure I’m not hurt. 

“I’m okay, just got tangled. You can put me down now.” He ignores my comment and moves towards the bathroom still holding me close. This bathroom is beautiful, with a huge mirror above the basin and dark grey tiles up the walls. There is a huge shower to one side and a sunken bath on the other, he sits me on the counter next to the basin and moves towards the shower to turn on the water. A minute later we are both under the spray of the water, him smoothing the soap over my body while I groan in pleasure.  As he washes my back I feel his erect cock bumping against my ass cheeks. Groaning I move back against his body rubbing myself against him. My arm goes up around his neck bringing his head down to mine as I turn my head to meet his lips. I hear the soap fall as his hand moves over my clit pinching it lightly.

The other hand is at my breast stroking and pulling at the nipple, I can feel the juices from my pussy running down my legs. “Put your hands on the wall and spread your legs, this is going to be quick Baby Girl.” I move to accommodate him as he positions himself to penetrate my pussy. I scream as he plunges into me, stretching my pussy. He stills once he’s balls deep, waiting for me to adjust to his size.  

He starts to move slowly at first, pumping in and out but then his rhythm changes. I can feel him swelling, stretching me even more. “Cum for me.” At his command and the hand stroking circles on my clit I come undone screaming his name.

I can feel him spurting his seed deep inside me as he groans. It’s a good thing that he’s holding me up or I would fall in a puddle at his feet, as my legs turn to jelly. We stand under the spray while we regain our breath, the warm water running down our bodies. Bjarni starts rinsing us off again, when he’s finished he steps out of the shower to dry off. He comes back with a fluffy towel and starts to dry me off as well. “You’re so beautiful you make me forget everything.”

After getting dressed we start to make our way out of the room when Bjarni suddenly stops, holding my face between his hands. “Say you are my woman.” His eyes are staring into mine with an emotion that I can’t read.

“I’m your woman.”

“You are now completely mine, as I am yours. Do you understand me?” I nod, but he shakes his head.

“I want the words Baby Girl.”

“I understand.” As the words leave my lips I feel him relax. I hadn’t even realised how tense he was until now. He guides me out of his spacious room, with a bed that would have fitted four of me. The way his room is set up I’m sure we could have stayed there for a few days without any problem. He has a flat screen TV against one wall. I’m sure that it has any channel that I would want to see. There is also a mini fridge on one side, two comfortable looking chairs and a desk with a laptop against one of the walls. Now that we are walking out of his room I’m not too sure that I want to leave, what if he changes his mind now that it wasn’t going to be just the two of us?

Before I can go into a full-blown panic we reach the kitchen. My stomach rumbles again as I smell the wonderful smells coming from inside. Jasmine is sitting at the table peeling potatoes. As we enter she looks up with a worried look in her eyes. “Finally, I was starting to worry. Lunch will be ready in about half an hour. How are you Gabriela?” Before I can answer she gets up and is hugging me, Bjarni is still holding onto my hand. It doesn’t look like he’s planning on letting go.

“I’m fine just a bit confused, sorry if I worried you.” As Jasmine moves, back to her chair at the table Bjarni guides me to a chair across from her. Sitting down I feel my face redden at the discomfort I feel between my legs, but oh boy it’s so worth it.

“Whatever you are making smells delicious. What do you mean lunch is nearly ready? Shouldn’t it be dinner?” At my question she looks across at Bjarni frowning and then back at me. “Sweetheart, you two missed dinner yesterday and breakfast this morning.”

I was surprised to say the least, I hadn’t even noticed the time passing. “I guess it’s true what they say, time flies when you’re having fun.” At my cheeky comment, Bjarni chuckles. He’s at the fridge with a carton of juice, at my look he lifts the juice up with a raised eyebrow. I nod turning my attention back to Jasmine. She’s starting to stand up with the potatoes already peeled, I can see a grimace on her face as she straightens. Jumping up I take the pot from her, placing my hand on her arm I pull her back into her chair.

“Sit, I will do whatever you need just guide me.”

“Thanks, I swear this baby is getting heavier by the day. The pot is already on the stove boiling just rinse them off and place them in the pot. I’m going to make some mash with the Roast that’s in the oven.”

“Jas, aren’t you feeling well?” I can hear the concern in Bjarni’s voice as he places a glass of juice in front of her and another two where I’m sitting.

“I’m fine, just tired. I was worried about you two yesterday so I didn’t sleep very well.” She has her hand on his arm and is stroking up and down. I know from what she has told me before that Bjarni is like a brother to her, but seeing her hand on his arm makes me want to go up to her and tear her hand away. This is so silly. How can I feel so possessive of a man I barely know?

Grinding my teeth, I walk back to the table, as I’m about to sit Bjarni sits down and pulls me onto his lap. I feel a bit awkward sitting on his lap in front of her, but she doesn’t even blink. “I’m sorry,” said Bjarni. “You know I couldn’t help what happened yesterday. I would never upset you on purpose little sister.” I take a sip of my juice as he caresses my back, I start to relax at his show of affection.  

When I place my glass back down on the table, I bump his one. The juice would have spilled all over the table if it wasn’t for Bjarni’s quick reflexes. I didn’t even see him move, one minute the glass was tipping; the next he is holding it up. “Wow! You move fast.”

Bjarni nuzzles my neck. “You have no idea, carry on moving your perfect little ass like that and I will bury my cock so deep inside you, you won’t even have a chance to blink.” As I’m about to answer I feel Bjarni tense just before I hear footsteps and voices approaching the kitchen.

“Well, well, look who has decided to join us? I must say Sweetheart, I have never known Bjarni to miss a meal, and now he’s missed two. You have my eternal respect.” At Ceric’s teasing I start to giggle.

“Very funny, asshole.”

“Oh man, and now I bet he’s hungry. I was hoping he was going to be absent again. I actually had two helpings this morning of my breakfast.” He carries on teasing and ignoring Bjarni’s comment. Bion, Brandr and Burkhart who had just entered the kitchen with Ceric, are also laughing. They have all made their way towards us and are now standing around teasing and laughing. While I laugh Bjarni just grunts. They are still teasing us when more of the guys arrive.

I notice that Wulf went directly to Jasmine, picking her up he places her on his lap as he sits down, his hand is over her stomach and he’s nuzzling her neck. “So, Gabriela”, he says, “I guess I can now welcome you to the family.” I hadn’t noticed Draco arriving but he’s now sitting at the head of the table on Bjarni’s left hand side. Wulf and Jasmine are on his right and in front of us, the other guys are starting to take their seats.

“Oh, thank you.” I hadn’t expected them to accept me just because I’m with one of them, but apparently, they do. His words touched my heart, especially now that I haven’t had anyone, after my father’s passing.

“This is so cool, we can see each other every day now.” Jasmine states with a smile on her face.

“Well I don’t know about every day, but I’m sure we will definitely see each other more often.” At my words, I feel Bjarni’s arms tense around me, all the conversation at the table has also ground to a halt.  Now what did I say?

“Why won’t you be seeing her every day?” Bjarni turns me slightly on his lap so I’m looking at him. I can see the frown on his face. If I didn’t believe that he would never hurt me I would be scared now.

“Well, I’m going to be at the bakery. I will try to come as often as I can, but I start at the bakery very early to get everything out before customers come in and then after closing and cleaning everything its quite late by the time I go home.” I can see Bjarni doesn’t like my explanation by the way his eyes darkened, and his body was starting to vibrate.

“You not going to go work at the bakery anymore.” Was he serious? How could he think just because we are together I wasn’t going to work, especially after the way I have been killing myself to get the bakery profitable again.

“What?” I’m sure I must be misunderstanding.

“You can’t go back to the bakery, you are mine now therefore you stay with me.”

“Are you mad?” I ask looking at him, and then I look around at everyone. “Is he mad? Of course, I’m going to work at the bakery. What are you proposing that I just close it? And what about Jenny and Lucy? Do I just fire them?” I’m so angry that I’m shaking. How dare he think that he can tell me what to do? I try to get up but he’s not letting me up.

“Listen to me. You are not safe at the bakery. I can’t protect you if you are not here all the time. You are my woman; your place is here where you are safe.” His voice is a deep grumble. I can tell he’s not pleased with me, but that is just too bad because I can take care of myself.

“I can take care of myself, I have been doing it for a while now.”

“What if Craig finds you again?” She just had to mention that now. I haven’t known Bjarni for that long, but I can just tell that he will be even more adamant once he knows about Craig.

“Who the fuck is Craig?” Yip, here we go as I thought. Looking up I can see the fury in his eyes. Oh boy, he does not look happy.

“It’s no one that matters. Look I understand that you want me here with you, but I can’t just leave the bakery. Maybe I can come here every day after work but I can’t just give everything up.” I try to calm him by stroking his face, and giving in to coming here every day. I know it’s going to be a mission having to travel back and forth every day instead of just climbing the stairs to the little apartment at the top of the bakery, but to be honest I also want to be with him. Just the thought of not seeing him makes my heart constrict. How can this be happening after knowing him for such a short time? 

“You don’t understand Baby Girl. We won’t be able to be apart for very long. It will be physically painful. Also I won’t be able to leave you at the bakery, knowing that you will be in danger. We have enemies, a rival MC that would love to get their hands on you, not just to hurt me, but because of your gift. I cannot allow you to be in danger.” His tone was now pleading, he sounded sincere. Could he be telling the truth? Would it be painful to be away from him? I was just thinking that before he mentioned it. Looking away from him and towards Jasmine, I see her nod in confirmation of what he is saying.

“So, what am I supposed to do? I can’t just leave the bakery, it was my father’s business.  I have people that depend on me.” I’m again looking at Bjarni in supplication and for his understanding. I must make him understand. There must be a way.

Draco said; “Bjarni, we can rotate and have the guys drop her off and pick her up after she has finished.  The prospects can stay with her for the hours that she will be at the bakery. Of course, she won’t be able to stay all the hours as she has been before, but until she can find someone to do what she is doing and look after the bakery for her we can run it like that if you agree.” Why was Draco asking him? He should be asking me, after all it’s my life they are talking about. Before I can say anything Bjarni answers.

“Fuck! I don’t like the idea of her being there. What if the Keres MC find out she’s mine? You know I won’t be able to do shit knowing that she might be in danger. Fuck!” Looking away from Draco and towards me, he continues. “We can do this, but you need to find someone to take over from you as soon as possible. Do you agree to this?” I can see he’s not happy about this decision, I’m not happy about this decision either but if what he says is true, how can I argue with him? I nod, still not too sure how I’m going to work everything out, but I just love the idea of belonging to this amazing man who professes that I was made for him. I can feel the connection between us. I know that he wasn’t exaggerating, even though I still find it difficult to believe everything he said.

“Now that we have agreed to that. Who the fuck is Craig Baby Girl?” Damn, I thought I would have time to explain to him and not in front of all the men in the club. His voice is all growly again and his eyes are piercing amber.

“We can talk about that later.” I state trying to delay the undesirable topic of my stalker.

“We will talk about it now! Who is he?” His voice is commanding, the muscles on his arms that are still around me are straining.

“Craig’s my ex-boss.” I say apprehensively, when I stop I see his one eyebrow go up in query. So much for trying to delay this, it’s clear he’s not going to drop the topic until he knows everything.

“And he became a stalker that I had to run away from.” At my words, I hear some of the men’s curses, the tension in the room is now palpable. I can feel the violence radiating off Bjarni as his body vibrates under me in rage.

“Motherfucker! Did he hurt you?” Bjarni’s voice is so low in his fury that if I hadn’t been sitting on his lap I don’t think I would have heard him. So, I start to relay my story to him and all the men in the room. At the end I feel drained, sometime through my story I had started crying at the memories of fear and helplessness that I had felt at the time. I also confess that I still find myself fearing that he will find me. Bjarni had pulled my head against his shoulder when I had started to cry, his face was hidden against my neck. I can feel his rapid breathing, I know he’s furious.

When I finish my story, no one speaks for a while there is only silence throughout the room. I don’t look around opting to snuggle closer to Bjarni’s chest. With time, the conversation resumes around the table, they are discussing what I had told them but I’m too emotionally tired to listen. I must have dozed until Bjarni calls to me. 

The food had been placed on the table, everyone was now eating. Bjarni lifts me of his lap and sits me down on the chair next to his. Looking up I see Jasmine smile at me with a sad smile on her face, I smile back to let her know I’m okay. I have spoken more about myself in the last two days then I have in the last couple of years and meanwhile I’m feeling lighter than I have in years.