BRANDON
I had every intention of staying away from Hannah for another day, maybe two, but I couldn’t get that woman out of my fucking head. So when Nathan needed me to run a quick errand over to the Soldiers, I didn’t even bother trying to get out of it. All of this planning could be done over the phone, but Nathan didn’t trust that the FBI or DEA wasn’t listening in on our calls. Paranoid fuck.
When I saw her, cleaning off tables in her short skirt and tank top, I knew there would be no staying away. I wanted her. No fuck that. I needed to get inside that woman and get her the fuck out of my head. Talking earlier about old ladies and relationships had messed with me all afternoon. I never saw myself as a long-term kind of guy, yet there we were talking about it as though it had been my plan all along. No. I just needed to fuck myself silly and get her out of my system.
When I got into her bedroom, I pulled off my kutte and shirt and tossed them on the dresser. She must not have expected to find me already half naked, because when she walked in and saw me, her jaw dropped. “Oh. No foreplay today?” She shut the door and bolted the lock.
I wasn’t going to be nice tonight. No way. A hard fuck, that’s what I needed. “Get over here and get on your knees.” I pointed to the square of carpeting at my feet.
She blinked a few times, then moved to do as I said. “Will you spank me if I’m a bad girl?” She teased as she slid to her knees. The tank top she wore did nothing to hide an inch of her tits. Full, round, fucking beautiful. A guy would be happy as shit to drown in a pair of tits like hers.
I took a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, so she looked up at me. “If you don’t do exactly as I say, you’ll be sorry. Understand?” I wasn’t in the mood for any fucking around and I sure as hell wasn’t in the mood for brattiness.
She stared at me with those big eyes of her and licked her lips. Her pupils were already dilated and I knew if I reached down I’d find her pussy soaked for me. “Yes. I understand.” And I could see in her eyes that she did.
I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock. I didn’t need to give her any more instruction. Her hot lips wrapped around my shaft and she slid easily down. She wanted to please me, that was evident in the way she took me deeper into her mouth until she couldn’t go any farther. She continued to move down on me, taking me deep and then gasping for air. Between breaths she glanced up at me, gauging my reaction. “Go on. Keeping sucking like a good girl.” I pushed her down on my cock and she opened her mouth wide. She reminded me of a hungry puppy, waiting to be fed by her owner. And for that moment, I owned her. Every part of her.
I gripped the back of her head, stilling her, as I drove into her mouth. She coughed at first, gasping for breath, but I didn’t relent. “Relax your throat.” I ordered and pushed into her mouth again. My cock hit the back of her throat and she swallowed. My eyes crossed and pulled back, letting her get a breath before I pushed into her again. “Take a deep breath.” I pulled out again. She sucked in air, and I pushed forward until my cock hit the back of her throat. I could feel her nose tickling me at the base. She’d taken all of me. “Good Girl.” I growled and let her go, wiping the spit from her chin. “On the bed. And get those clothes off.”
She didn’t hesitate to obey. Maybe she sensed my urgency or she had an urgency of her own.
I pushed out of my jeans, tossing them onto the pile with my shirt and kutte. I had the condom on my cock before I even got on the bed. “Get on your hands and knees, ass to me.” I ground out, stroking my cock.
The hesitation was brief, but there was a hesitation. I gave her a hard slap on her thigh to get her moving and she scrambled to get into position then. Leaning forward, she presented her ass to me. No marks from the spanking the day before. If I spanked her now, there’d be plenty of marks. I had to resist the urge.
Gathering her juices on my fingers, I rubbed them over her ass. She hissed when my nails dug into her flesh and I dragged them back down to her pussy. “Should I fuck your pussy again? Or maybe your asshole this time?” I tapped the clenched hole with my thumb. She didn’t make a sound, but I saw her shaking her head. “No? Do you get to tell me no, do you think?” I asked, rubbing the entrance.
“Please. Brandon.” The desperation of her plea told me she'd never been fucked there before. I wasn't in the patient mood, so it would have to wait.
“If I don’t get to fuck you there, you have to give me something else.” I ran my fingertips over each cheek, digging my nails in when she didn’t respond right away.
“A spanking?” Barely audible.
I laughed. “No. I think you want a spanking. You like my hand slapping your ass. Something else.” I slid two fingers into her wet entrance. I heard her swallow, felt the heated passage clench around my fingers. “Answers. You’ll answer my questions after, yes?” I moved my fingers inside, pushing in and pulling out.
Her back arched, her ass pushed higher in the air as she tried to take more of my fingers inside. “Yes, Brandon.” She nodded.
“Arch that back,” I gave her a quick slap on her ass. No more hesitation, she arched, pushing her ass even farther. I pulled my fingers out and looked at her. She looked so exposed, so open for me. The lips of her pussy had parted, showing off the glistening entrance that awaited me.
I moved to my knees, positioned behind her. With my hands gripping her waist, I pressed the head of my cock against her opening. She groaned when I stopped and rubbed her ass more with my hands. “Patience.” I slapped her hip. Easily I slid into her, slowly pushing until I was fully seated inside of her. We both groaned at the same time. Still so fucking tight.
I rubbed her clit with one hand, startling her at first with my touch, and the other found her nipple, drawing a deep groan from her. “That’s it. Good girl.” I whispered when she started to move her hips and fuck me. “Keep that up. Good.”
The sounds of slapping flesh filled the room as she moved back against me and I thrust forward to meet her. It was a carnal fucking. No gentleness, no soft touches. When I pinched her nipple, she bucked against me harder. I nearly came just from her lustful sounds alone. “God, Brandon! Please.” She looked over her shoulder at me, and I rubbed her clit even harder. Her eyes rolled back, her lids clenched closed.
“Come for me, Hannah. Come while I’m fucking you from behind, with my hands pinching you. The pleasure. The pain. You don’t know where one starts and the other begins.” I fucked her harder. “Come now, Hannah. Now.”
I increased the pressure on her nipple as she pushed off her hands, leaning back against me as I continued to fuck her. Her pussy clenched around me, milking me, as she screamed into the room. I released her clit, sending her into another spiral. This time, I let her drag me with her. I pressed the flat of my hand to her back, pushing her back onto the bed as I found my release. My dick pulsated inside of her. The intensity stole my breath. When it finally subsided, I felt empty.
“Fuck.” I growled as I moved from the bed, leaving her to curl into a ball. I stared at her, at the beautifulness that was this girl. She looked up at me with those pretty doe eyes of hers, a question on her lips. “Fuck.” I said again and went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. When would I get enough of her?
I ran water over my face in her bathroom, wiping my face on her towels. Everything smelled like her. Clean and pure. Nothing like me. Fuck!
When I got back to her room, she’d redressed. “What are you doing?”
“I have to finish my shift.” She nodded to the door. “Uh, I need…well…” Her face reddened as she tried to get out a question.
“What is it, babe?” I pulled her into my arms, pressing her face into my chest. Damn she felt good, even just holding her calmed my nerves.
She sighed, I felt the tension leave her muscles as she pulled away. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”
“Hey. You owe me answers.” I pointed out as I pulled on my jeans.
“One. I owe you one.” She ran her fingers through her hair, taking away the freshly fucked look that looked damn hot on her.
“Okay. One. What’s this hold Carter has on you?”
“Ah. Well, how about I give you an answer that will actually benefit you instead?” She grabbed the hem of my shirt as I slid it over my head and pulled it down, smoothing it over my stomach. I raised an eyebrow, but nodded. I’d get my answer out of her soon enough. Whatever she had lurking in her mind, seemed to have some significance. “This little alliance you have with Carter. Take it at face value. There’s nothing more to it.” She traced the letters on my kutte, spelling out Riders with her fingertip.
“I figured that already, babe.” I put a hand over hers, stilling her.
“You have a run tomorrow?” She looked up at me, a softness filled her eyes. “Be careful. Watch your back.”
“What’s he got planned?”
She gave a little laugh and pulled away. “I’ve already said enough to get me killed. Just please, be careful.” With that, she unlocked her door and pulled it open.
Not one to be dismissed, I was on her within two strides. I wrapped her hair in my hands and turned her to face me. Her lips were screwed up in a pretty pose of pain mixed with excitement. I captured those lips, hard. Kissing her until I couldn't breathe anymore. Neither could she from the look she gave me when I released her. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I hope so.” I heard her say as I walked down the hall to get my guys and get the hell out of there.
The run went smoothly. Although, Carter looked more irked when we all returned from the drop point than he had when I showed up the night before. Shark stuck close to his guys while we made the delivery, the harder they tried to shake him, the closer he got to them. Hannah had been right: something was up with them. I tried bringing her warning to the club, leaving her out of it, but without being able to put any reason behind my worry, I was told in no uncertain terms to drop it.
Everything began to feel warped and tainted. The club seemed hell bent on making this allegiance work, even when we knew the Soldiers would never hold up their end. We were to expect their betrayal and leap on it as soon as it happened to get their territory, but when I hand them a legitimate concern, it’s squashed. Shark felt the same way, but his head was wound up in his woman. I didn’t need that distraction.
Staying away from Hannah would be good for me, so I did. I stayed away for a week. When information needed to be relayed, I sent Shark or made a quick stop when I figured she’d be out. I did see her one morning as she made herself some coffee. I doubted she saw me; I high-tailed my ass out of there before she could.
I thought keeping her away from me would get her out of my head, but all it did was put her front and center. Wondering what she was doing all day. Was Carter giving her a hard time? And what the fuck was she doing there anyway?
“Hey, brother.” Shark slapped me on my back, taking the stool next to me. “What’s wrong with you lately? All these beautiful women around, and you’re sulking at the bar.” He turned and faced the open room. Everyone seemed to be having a great time. The liquor flowed freely, the women were in plentiful demand.
“Nothing. Just thinking about this deal. It’s like we’ve sold our souls to the cartel.”
“Agh. Don’t think about that shit right now.” He waved a hand out in the air. “Look at that. Any one of these girls would fuck the shit out of you right here if you just winked at them.”
I laughed. “What’s wrong, Lacy isn’t giving it up so easily now that there’s a ring on that finger?”
“Hormones.” He rolled his eyes.
“You could–” I waved my hand in the air, mimicking his gestures.
“Right. I could also lose my balls.” He scoffed. He pretended it was a pain in the ass having a woman who wouldn’t share, or look the other way, but I could see he wouldn’t take on another piece of ass anyway.
I laughed just as blondie walked up to me, her eyes hungry and lips pursed into a come here grin. She rubbed up against me in greeting.
“Hey.” She ran her fingers through my hair. “Haven't seen you around here in a while.” She ran her fingers over my cheek. I could still smell the nail polish from her manicure.
“Not tonight.” I pulled away.
“You’re not pining over that Soldiers chick, are you?” Shark raised an eyebrow at me.
Fuck. That’s exactly what I was doing. I looked over at the blonde and then pushed away from the bar. “Let’s go.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward my room. I barely had the door shut before she had her hands on my pants, unbuttoning, and unzipping them.
I managed to get her over to the bed where I leaned against the mattress and shoved her down to her knees. I wasn’t fucking her, but I’d use her mouth. Some relief would do me good.
She moved down to her knees with practiced skill, licking her lips as she situated herself. I yanked down my jeans far enough for my cock to bounce free. She giggled, grasping my shaft with both hands and began to stroke it. “Fuck, Brandon.” She flipped her hair behind her shoulders and began to run her tongue over my shaft.
“Don’t toy with it, just suck it.” I growled and pushed into her mouth. She took me deep with ease. No gasping for air, no surprise in her eyes at the depth I could sink into her throat. Her eyes looked up at me as she bobbed, sucking and licking me, but I felt nothing. I closed mine. Another set of eyes came into my mind. Large. Brown. Soft.
It was her mouth I wanted, her tongue I needed on my cock. I held the chick’s chin down, opening her mouth to allow me to fuck her throat. Hannah wouldn’t take my dick like that; she wasn’t as skilled. But this chick, she could handle anything. And a quick face fuck is what I wanted.
“Brandon, Carter–Oh!” That voice. My eyes flew open, I turned to the door to find Hannah standing there. Her eyes settled on the blonde kneeling in front of me, my dick still between her lips. Hannah’s face reddened with embarrassment then she swept her eyes up to mine.
“Hannah.” I breathed, pulling out of the chick’s mouth.
She squared her shoulders and thrust out her chin. Hurt flashed in her eyes for a split second before it was replaced with a hardened stare. “Sorry. Carter wants you. I was told to get you.” She glanced back at blondie, who was wiping her chin with her back of her hand. “Uh. I’ll tell them you’ll be out in a minute.”
“Wait.” But she was gone before I could say anything else. The door shut quietly behind her and I could hear her take controlled steps down the hall. “Fuck.”
“Brandon–” the blonde started.
I pulled my jeans back up and shook my head. “No. We’re done.”
I looked at the closed door and wondered how fast Hannah would manage to escape the clubhouse and get back home.