Hatchet was on fire.
His mind, his body, his whole fucking world was going up in flames and it was all because this little slip of a woman was turning him inside out. With nothing more than a kiss. His thoughts were a tangled mess, a jumble of images and sensations that escaped as a groan from his mouth without him noticing. He couldn’t ever remember being this caught-up about a girl, let alone one who kissed like she was experiencing it for the first time—a girl who reacted to his touch like a live-wire.
All he could think about was sinking as deep inside her sweet, wet mouth and never leaving. He built his whole life on keeping a white-knuckled grasp on his control, but now, somehow, he felt it slipping.
And it was all because of her.
Her blond hair was spread out in gleaming honey rays behind her as Hatchet leaned even closer, trailing kisses across her cheek, her jawline, and the secret sensitive curve of her neck that drew little mewling cries he was almost certain she wasn’t even aware of.
Hatchet needed to get closer to her. It still wasn’t enough, and he dropped one knee between her thighs on the edge of the couch and pulled her tight against him. Hip to hip. Thigh to thigh. Her hands were still running across his bare skin in feather-light touches that drove him insane.
It was heaven. And, at the same time, it was pure, unadulterated torture.
He pulled back just enough to draw in a much-needed breath. All of the blood in his body had flooded south, along with any ability to think. His world had gone dizzy for a second. All from the petite, delicious blonde goddess spread out underneath him.
He looked down at her and he was again struck by a vague sense of familiarity. But as her hands reached up, snaked around his neck, and pulled him back down for another kiss, his ability to think was altogether wiped away.
The need to feel her, skin on skin, made him growl deep in his throat as he attempted to unbutton her shirt. ‘Attempted’ because his fingers were trembling so bad that he ended up ripping off at least half of the damned things. He would have laughed had he not been so hard that it felt like his entire body would explode right then if he didn’t touch more of her.
After a few moments of fumbling he was finally able to slide the offending fabric off her shoulders, but he stopped when the fabric got caught bunched around her hips.
“God damn it.” Hatchet snarled the curse as he attacked the knots that still held the bandana around her wrists. He’d forgotten all about it and, from the heavy-lidded look of surprise his goddess gave it, he was pretty sure she’d forgotten about it too.
“Just hold on a minute.” Hatchet bit his lip as he attacked the ties. It seemed like an eternity passed, maybe even two, before he finally got it undone. He threw the damned thing somewhere behind him and finished stripping the shirt off her. He haphazardly tossed that too.
Hatchet sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of her. She was absolutely beautiful, spread out on the couch, her lush curve contained by a slip of cream colored lace. Her skin was flushed with desire and the same pink hue tinged her cheeks. Two twin points of rose spoke of her need, a need that he was damned sure couldn’t possibly rival his own.
His hardness grew more urgent with every passing moment that he wasn’t touching or tasting her. He wasn’t used to waiting. The girls who came around to the Roadburner’s clubhouse were just looking for a quick fuck and he was happy to oblige. Fast, impersonal. Just two people getting off and then going on their own separate ways. He was usually just fine with that, but there was something about this girl that was different.
He couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Maybe it was the breathy moans in his ear, or the honest way she responded to his touch, that made him want to slow things down, to take his time instead of just rushing to the finish line.
It was one of the hardest things he’d ever done: taking a deep breath, pulling back, and forcing himself to slow his pace when his body urged him over and over again to take her, to claim her, to make her his in ways that she would never be able to forget.
He held himself as still as he could just a bare few inches above her and kissed her. He drew her deeper this time, his tongue twisting around hers, his lips nipping at hers until they were both panting as if they’d just run a marathon. Unable to keep his hands to himself any longer, Hatchet trailed his fingers up and down every inch of bare skin he could reach.
Every touch sent sparks like pure electricity shooting through his fingertips and traveling straight to his throbbing cock. His entire body was on fire, begging with him for more, pleading with him to move faster, to give him what they he so desperately wanted. But still, something held him back. Something had him teasing her with soft butterfly-light kisses and caresses instead of ripping her clothes off and fucking her until she screamed.
Hatchet was still kissing her when his busy hands found the clip at the back of her bra and he swallowed her groan of pleasure as he released it with an expert flick of his fingers and slid it from her arms. It landed somewhere on the floor with their other discarded clothes.
He left a trail of soft kisses as he made his way down the side of her neck, reveling in the shiver that shook her body as he paused at the curve of her shoulder before moving his mouth even further down. He was practically drooling by the time he reached the lush curve of her breasts, feeling their pleasing weight with both hands before latching on to one sensitive nipple. He teased it into a tight bud while his fingers toyed with the other and it didn’t take him long to have her writhing wildly beneath him.
Hatchet knew he was losing control. He knew it was only a matter of time before he let it slip altogether, but he clung to the last little bit of his reserve with all the strength he had. Seeing her half naked and wild beneath him made it that much harder, and he soon found himself gritting his teeth to still the wanton animal desire that threatened to overwhelm him.
While his mouth was busy, his hands slid down and found the zipper of her jeans. She let out a shivering, breathy moan as he slid the zipper open. She gasped when he hooked his thumbs into the waistband, and a whimper escaped her lips when his rough fingers took the denim and the little scrap of lace panties down with them in one swift motion.
Hatchet was on the edge, barely holding on the last little tiny bit of control he had left at the sight of her naked. She was as sweet and sexy as sin beneath him, and it made him want to push her legs apart and take whatever he wanted from her. He had felt the desire—the need—before. But this… this felt like so much more. If he’d been in his right mind at all, it might have given him pause. But any ability at logic had fled long before, from the moment his lips first met hers.
His hands were eager to explore all the new territory he’d just uncovered, and he was thorough as he caressed every peak and every valley he could find. His fingers swept across the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and he marveled at how soft she was.
She was like an oasis in the desert, and he was starving for a taste of her.
Her little cries of pleasure and need spurred him on and he nearly lost it then and there as his hand finally reached her hot wet center. She was dripping honey and so ready for him that, for a moment, he could have sworn he saw stars explode behind his eyelids. Hatchet didn’t think he’d ever seen anything more beautiful.
He teased her for a minute more, wanting to bring her to the brink, wanting to show her just how intense the pleasure between them could be. One finger entered her, and he had to fight to keep from trembling at how incredibly tight she was around him. She squeezed him like a vice and he could only imagine what it would feel like to bury himself to the hilt inside her.
But then he felt her move beneath him, not the wild, reckless, need driven movements of a moment before, but something different. And then she spoke, and his heart stalled painfully in his chest.
“Wait, Hatchet.” Her words stammered as she spoke. “Please, Hatchet. Stop.”
***
What are you doing? An inner voice cried out. It belonged to the old Elsie, too cautious, too careful, and too willing to sit on the sidelines as her life passed her by because she was too afraid to take a risk. But the new Elsie knew what she wanted, didn’t she? She wasn’t going to let a chance at living her life just slip through her fingers.
Yet doubts still circled her mind. Her newfound carefree attitude took a blow as she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to still the frantic pounding of her heart in her chest. What was she really doing there? She could have left. She should have left.
He’d given her the choice. She could have taken her chances in the wild. Because deep in her bones she’d known where it would lead if she went with him. She had known from the moment he touched her, from the moment he caught her after Goat had tossed her from the saddle.
He’s a criminal, Elsie, her inner voice reasoned. He’s part of a motorcycle gang that stole from your father. He’s got tattoos! He’s not someone you can trust! Elsie wanted to shake her head. She knew this was totally out of character for her. No, this was totally out of character for the old Elsie. But the new Elsie felt alive, really alive, for the first time in a long time. She felt in control and free. And the new Elsie knew exactly what she wanted.
She blinked her eyes open slowly, forcing away any last lingering doubts, forcing away the voice of old Elsie that still hollered in her head in a vain attempt to make her be rational and logical. But for once in her life she just wanted to stop thinking through every single detail of her choices, and just… feel.
And by God, did Hatchet make her feel!
Desire and need was a potent cocktail that made her drunk on him, and every touch just brought her higher and higher, lifting her towards some unknown cliff.
“Baby, you’re killing me here.” Hatchet groaned the words more than spoke them. And Elsie looked up at him, really looked at him, and she could read the same fire raging in him that was burning her up.
“Hatchet, I… I need to tell you something,” Elsie whispered, lifting one hand up and sweeping a tendril of hair out of his face.
“What? What is it?” He was panting, struggling to pull back. The sight of him trembling with effort warmed something inside her, adding to the heat that was already burning up her insides like a wildfire
“I’m…” Elsie swallowed against the sudden ball of butterflies fluttering in her stomach. “I’m a virgin.”
Hatchet stared down at her for so long she was worried he wouldn’t say anything at all. But then she saw it. His dark eyes softened on hers and his touch grew gentler. When he swept his lips over hers the kiss was filled with tenderness, and that surprised the hell out of her. She hadn’t known Hatchet long or at all really, but he didn’t strike her as the ‘tender’ type.
“If you want me to stop. If you really want me to stop, just say the word and I’ll stop.” His voice was deep and gruff as he spoke, but his eyes were soft on her face as he waited breathlessly for an answer. “But if you want more…”
He said the last with a strained voice, but she could see what the effort cost him. She could see the lines of agony etched into his handsome face. The way his jaw was clenched. The tremor that still shook him as he held himself above her.
It took her a moment and all the courage she possessed, but she knew she was doing the right thing. Because it was what she truly wanted. This wasn’t what someone else wanted for her, what someone else ordered her to do.
This was all for her.
Elsie slowly nodded her head and Hatchet let out a sharp breath, but still he didn’t move.
“Say the words, baby,” Hatchet growled, his dark eyes focused and intense on her. “Say them out loud.”
“I want you, Hatchet. I want all of you.”
“Thank fucking god.” Hatchet said the words like a prayer, or maybe like a curse, but he wasted no time shucking his tight-fitting jeans, pausing a moment to dig a small foil packet out of the wallet in the back pocket, and then he was back, settling on top her.
Elsie closed her eyes, waiting for the thrust, the pain, but all she felt were his hands, his fingers slowly caressing her, driving her wild for him once more. He didn’t stop until she was writhing uncontrollably, her hips hitching hard against his touch. But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. She wanted more. She needed more.
“Please, Hatchet. I need… I need.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I know what you need.” Hatchet whispered the words against her lips before ripping open the foil packet, rolling on the condom, and then settling once more in between her thighs. He moved slowly, lining his thick hardness at her slick entrance. But all Elsie could think was too damn slow.
With a thrust of her hips, Elsie pushed herself forward and wrapped her legs around him, so he had nowhere to go but inside her. Stars exploded behind her eyelids. There was no pain, only the most incredible, beautiful pleasure that swept over her and threatened to overwhelm her.
“Look at me,” he ordered gruffly. “Open your eyes and look at me.”
Elsie drew a deep, trembling breath before she could do as he commanded and, when she did, she was mesmerized by the look of awe on his face.
“Blue,” Hatchet said, staring intensely into her eyes. “They’re blue.”
She lost track of time after that. Lost track of everything but the two of them. It was if the rest of the world had just fallen away and all that was left was Hatchet and the pleasure he drove through her body. Elsie had no choice but to respond with all of herself, grasping for something inside of her that was just out of reach.
With every thrust from him, she drew closer and closer to the edge until, finally, it all became too much. On a cry that tore from her throat, Elsie arched her back, her whole body tightening, every muscle convulsing as if she had been struck by lightning. She heard Hatchet’s moan of pleasure as his climax hit him at the same time and the sensation of his cock pulsing deep inside of her pushed her even higher. He held her trembling frame close to him as he came, and she knew that it would a long, long time before either of them returned back down to earth.
Elsie collapsed as exhaustion pulled her into slumber, and the last thing she remembered was Hatchet’s arms wrapping tight around her as he lifted her effortlessly into his arms to carry her up a flight of stairs and lay her down gently in a soft bed. It dipped slightly as he climbed in next to her. And, through it all, he never once let her go.