BRANDON
“What are you talking about? What’s going on?” Seeing her walk into the diner had made my morning—until she sat down and opened her mouth.
She shoved her hair behind her ear and wiped her eyes. Had she been crying? “Carter said if he caught me so much as looking at you, he’d kill you.”
“I can take care of myself,” I assured her, reaching out to her.
She slapped my hands away and took a shaky breath. “And your mom.”
My blood ran cold. I dropped my hands back to my sides and let the sentence hang between us, refusing to grasp it just yet. “My mom?”
“Yeah. He said he’d kill you both.”
“Hannah, that fucker is a dead man,” I promised her. My teeth clenched so hard my jaw ached. Part of me wanted to rush back out into the diner and rip Hunter’s throat out just for being related to that asshole.
“No.” She took another deep breath. “I came down here because I need you to back off, okay? Everything’s fucked up and I don't want you or your mom to get hurt.”
I grabbed her, wrapping my hand around her neck and pulled her to my chest. My arms captured her before she could wiggle away and held her tight. “Baby.” I rested my chin on her head. “He’s not going to lay a finger on my mom. Or you. Ever again.”
“There’s more.” I let up on my grasp enough for her to talk. “He’s taking me as his old lady.”
“Fuck no.” I let her go and began to pace the room. Seeing as it was barely large enough for me to take more than three long strides I probably looked a bit more manic than I would have liked. “That’s not going to happen.”
“He said it was either his old lady or the club’s Mama.” She said the words but I could see she didn’t fully understand them. Being the club’s Mama meant she belonged to all of them. Every member owned her and would do what they wanted with her. She’d service them any way they wanted.
“Then we go to Carter, and I’ll pay what you owe. You come back to my club and be my old lady until I can get the funds together to retire from the club. I’ve been with them long enough; as long as I leave in good standing we won't have any problems.” She was already shaking her head at me. I wanted to bend her over the sink and spank her disagreeable ass, then sink my dick so fast into her she screamed my name. It’d been forever since I touched her.
“No. Doing that would only cause trouble between the two clubs, and I doubt you’d get your good standing badge if you did that.”
I wanted to laugh over her terminology. This woman had no business in a MC clubhouse. She was right, though. Nathan made it fucking clear I was to steer clear of her. But how the fuck was I supposed to do that now? It was bad enough when Carter had toyed with the idea of making her an old lady, but that he’d proposed it? Threatened to turn her into the club’s maid and whore if she didn’t…it was different now.
Before I could stop myself, but not that I would have, I grabbed her chin and captured her mouth under mine. Her lips trembled beneath my touch. When the kiss broke, and I looked down into her eyes, I was surprised to find her staring up at me with such sadness.
“What is it? I promise you, he won’t touch you.” I pushed her hair from her face, letting my fingers drag across her skin and down her neck.
“You can’t stop him. I can’t either.” There it was again. Sadness. For the moment, she was right. My chest ached at the tension there, the helpless sensation of wanting to save and protect her, and being powerless to do it. It wouldn’t just mean being kicked from the club, it could mean our lives. Her life, my life—fuck, if Carter was as crazed as he seemed, my mom could be in trouble, too.
“Right now, let’s look at right now.” I kissed her again, her lips, her cheeks. “Just this minute. We’ll figure out the rest later.”
Her hands pressed against my chest. “Hunter is out there.” The reminder did not stifle the erection pressing against my zipper. Every second I was with Hannah was a second too long without touching her. I needed her, and right now, she needed me. I grasped her hands, pulling them up to my lips and pressing a kiss to both wrists.
“Put these behind your back, and don’t let me see them again. Understood?” I moved her hands behind her and waited for her nod before I let go. “Good.” I kissed her collarbone, a kiss, a nip, a lick, making my way down to where little sundress we buttoned. “Fuck, I love these cotton dresses of yours.” I unbuttoned each button, kissing my way down. Pushing the fabric aside, I freed one breast. “Fuck.” I grinned at her while I lightly flicked her nipple with the tip of my tongue. I heard her hiss, felt her body tighten. Again I flicked, then bit, a little more pressure and she rewarded me with that delicious moan of hers. “Careful, not too loud,” I playfully chastised her as I moved over to the other breast. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, toying with the peak with my tongue and sucking hard.
She kept her moan low, but I still heard it, felt the vibration from it in her chest. “Fuck, your tits are gorgeous.” I licked her chin, catching her off guard while I continued to massage both breasts with my hands. “If we weren’t here, I’d stripe them.” Her eyes widened with that promise, and my cock pushed harder against the zipper of my jeans. “Would you like that? If I took my crop to your tits?”
“Yes, Brandon.” She licked her bottom lip, her eyes watching as I kissed my way down her stomach, unbuttoning the last button and flipping the material to the side.
“Such pretty panties.” I kissed her mound, right above where her clit was. The lacy purple panties did nothing to contain the scent of her arousal. Hooking one finger inside them, I dragged the material to the side, exposing her wet pussy for me. “Fuck. So pretty.” I growled. Her hands dug into my hair and for a moment I thought she was going to try and push me away, but she spread her legs farther apart, giving me even better access. “Hands, Hannah. Don't make me tell you again.” Her fingers eased out my hair and she retook her position.
I softly ran two fingertips over her folds, watching her hips press toward me, searching out my fingers to graze her clit. I wouldn’t. Not yet. Not until I was ready. “Brandon.” Her thighs tensed as I dragged my nails down her labia then pulled them apart, exposing her beautiful, swollen clit.
“What, Hannah? What do you want?” I spoke over her pussy, letting my breath warm her skin more than it already was. “Do you want this?” I swiped my tongue up her pussy, flicking her clit and then pulling back.
“Brandon.” Her voice was ragged.
I didn’t even try to suppress my grin. “Yeah? That’s what you wanted? Tell me, Hannah. Tell me what you want.”
“Please, Brandon. More.”
I took her clit in my mouth and suckled the little nub. She gasped, her thighs tightening, but I wasn't finished with her just yet. She tasted wonderful, like something out of a memory, something that couldn’t be described.
Releasing her clit, I circled her entrance with two fingers, continuing to lick and nip at her. My teeth dug into her thigh as I pushed my fingers inside. She was soaked. Her juices ran down my fingers, and her muscles clung to me as I began to fuck her with my fingers.
“Brandon.”
“Not yet, babe.” I slid my fingers from her and stood back up, unzipping and pulling down my jeans. She watched me with hungry eyes, a plea resting on her lips. After managing to get the condom over my cock, I poised it at her entrance. “Lift your leg, babe.” I pulled her left leg up, hooking it over my waist, and slowly eased into her. Her eyes closed, and she put her head back. I didn’t force her to look at me. I let her have her moment as I pushed into her, filling her wet cunt with my cock.
She opened her eyes, tilted her chin down, and locked gazes with me. An intense shiver hit me at the sight of her beautiful brown eyes, and I pressed my lips to hers, pressing her against the wall of the bathroom. I plowed into her, slowly pulling back then driving into her again and again, while our lips locked, our tongues explored. Sugar. She tasted like sugar.
“Fuck. This is never going to be enough.” I swore when I pulled back. “Hands, I want them on me, Hannah.” She nodded, and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me toward her. A growl filled the room, but I couldn’t tell if it came from her or me, and I didn’t really care. I only cared about her, that moment of possessing her. I reached between us, grazing her clit with my thumb, and she cried out. “Shhh, careful now.” I kissed her again. “Can you be quiet for me? Can you come on my cock, but keep that scream of yours in?” Her eyes widened but she nodded. “I know you can. You’re a good girl for me. Come now, Hannah. Come.”
The pad of my thumb circled her clit around and around, then pushed directly downward. Her fingers dug into my ass, I could feel her nails biting me as I drove into her again and again. Harder and faster, my hands on her hips holding her still while I fucked her so hard my own orgasm ripped through me. True to her word, she remained quiet. She muffled her cry by keeping her mouth closed and burying her face in my neck. I was not as quiet. I slammed my hand against the wall as the last pulsations of my orgasm faded. “Agh. Fuck.”
Our heavy breathing the only sound between us as we both slowly faded back to reality. I pulled her away from the wall and held her against my chest. I couldn’t look at her yet. I didn’t want to see her soft eyes looking up at me with worry over what was going to happen when we opened that door and walked out. I couldn’t keep her safe. Not yet. Not with the way things stood at that moment, and I didn't want to see the fear I couldn’t wipe away.
She was mine. The revelation had come to me days ago, but not until that moment, holding her, feeling her heart racing against my chest, did I realize what that exactly meant. She wasn’t mine for the moment; she was mine forever.