Chapter Eight
Kasey waited in the kitchen, and when church ended, she noticed all the somber expressions on the women around the table as one by one, their men came. The single men stayed in the main part of the clubhouse.
Chip stood in front of her, and she offered him a smile, which he returned but without much enthusiasm.
Something had gone bad.
“Can we go to my room?” he asked.
She took his hand, not arguing as he followed her upstairs.
“Everyone seemed tense going into the room, but they all look even worse coming out of it,” she said.
He closed his bedroom door, and once again, she sat down at the end of his bed, waiting. Biting her lip, she was sure he was going to dump her. She didn’t know why it felt like that, only that it did.
“Do you want me to leave?” she asked.
“No, of course not. Why would you think for even a second I’d want you to leave?”
“You’re going to dump me, right? Isn’t that why we’re up here?” she asked.
He took her hand, pulling her to her feet and slamming his lips down on hers. All she wanted to do was hold him back, but she stopped herself, keeping her hands by her sides.
As the kiss progressed, she couldn’t help but touch him.
Chip set a blaze within her, and made it next to impossible for her to think clearly with him so close.
“I’m not going to dump you. I should slap your ass for even thinking such stupid things.”
She chuckled, opening her eyes, which had closed during their kiss. “If you don’t want to dump me, what’s wrong?”
He stroked her cheek, like he’d done so many times before, and she saw the struggle inside him.
“You’re my woman, right?” He looked her in the eye. “I’m not joking around. You’re my old lady in everything.”
“Like Holly?” she asked.
“Yes. You have my back, and that of the club. You don’t rat on us no matter what you hear or what you know.” He placed a hand at her heart. “Your loyalty is to the club and the people inside.”
“Yes,” she said. There was no way in hell that she’d ever allow any harm to come to the club or the people that served it. Over the years she’d come to see that the Trojans took care of each other.
“Agreeing to be my old lady, it’s being my wife, Kasey.”
“Are you asking me to marry you?”
“Yes, I am.”
She gasped and looked at him. So many questions rushed through her head.
Did he love her?
Did he want to get married for real?
Did she love him?
What did he want from her?
“This isn’t a church wedding, baby. Asking you to be my old lady is like marriage in the eyes of the club.”
“Oh.” She frowned. “You had me going for a second there.”
He tilted her head back, staring into her eyes. “Then let me make it clear for you, Kasey. I love you. I’ve been in love with you for a considerable amount of time. I didn’t act on it. For a long time, I didn’t even know your name.” His gaze moved down to her lips, and then back up. “When you’re ready, I will ask you to marry me, but I don’t expect you to fall for me in a couple of weeks. I know I’m not that good.”
She chuckled.
“Something’s about to happen at the club. Something big, and it’s going to take me out of town for a couple of days.”
“By something big, do you mean dangerous?”
“Yes.”
Fear and panic gripped her. Nothing could happen to him.
“Don’t go, please,” she said, holding onto his arms, needing him to know that she couldn’t stand it if something was to happen to him.
Just the thought of never being able to see him again…
She shook her head.
No!
She wouldn’t think like that.
She couldn’t.
Chip, Rufus Jones, was part of her life now.
“I’ve got to. I’m not a coward.”
“They’ll know that, Chip. They’ll know that you’re not a coward.”
He held her close, and she rested her head against his chest, not wanting to let him go. She couldn’t. What would she do if he didn’t make it? Dangerous meant he could be hurt or worse, killed.
She wasn’t some naïve person. Kasey was all too aware that the club was real, not some fake imitation. They did what they had to in order to survive.
The deaths of Russ and Sheila had confirmed that they were not a completely innocent club. She didn’t care, though.
Crazy, Leanna, Holly, Mary, and now Chip had all become part of her world. They were her friends, and Chip was the man she … cared about? No, she didn’t just care about him.
Her feelings for him were so much stronger than that.
“You can ask me anything in the world. I’ll do my best to give you every single thing that your heart desires, but don’t ever ask me to leave my club in the lurch.”
“I’m not.” She cupped the back of his head, bringing it down, so that she could kiss his lips.
The moment his lips were on hers, everything seemed clearer, right, and perfect. Kissing him back with a passion, she moaned, needing him so damn much.
Heat flooded her pussy, and her nipples tightened to unbearable points.
“I can’t stand the thought of anything bad happening to you, but I’d never, ever, ask you to turn your back on the club.” She broke from the kiss and ran her hands beneath his leather cut.
Sliding her hands up, she pushed the leather from his arms, hearing it fall to the floor. Tugging her own shirt off, she went to his, pulling it off as he unsnapped her bra. She attacked his jeans at the same time as he took hers away, and once they were completely naked, she sank to the floor before him.
Wrapping her fingers around his rock-hard cock, she licked the tip, which already had a copious amount of pre-cum spilling out of the tip. The moment she covered the head with her mouth, he released a little hiss, and she chuckled, taking more of him into her mouth. She loved the taste of him as he slid down her throat.
Pulling off his cock, she worked the length, watching as pre-cum leaked out of the slit at the head of him.
It was so sexy.
Staring up at him, she saw the desire, the need shining right back at her.
“Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you right now?”
She licked her lips and nodded. “Then do it.”
“What?”
“I want you to fuck me, Chip.” She licked his cock. “Do what you want with me.”
She’d been waiting for the right time, and then she finally realized that no time would ever be the right time. Her nerves would never just disappear. She’d always be waiting.
Chip made her feel so much. He made her comfortable to be herself, and he always made her laugh. When they weren’t together, she always thought about him, hoping he was having a good time.
He dominated her thoughts.
Lindsey had told her that someone who dominated thoughts the way she described, it had to be love.
Again, she didn’t want to put a label on anything for fear of it ruining whatever they’d begun. She knew he loved her, and she loved him, but … fear was a horrible thing, and right now, she was afraid to lose him. She’d been along for so long, so it was almost too much to hope that someone might want her as much as she wanted him.
He took her hand once again, lifting her to her feet. He sank his fingers into her hair, slamming his lips down on hers, making her melt against him.
“Do you have any idea at all what you do to me? What I want to do to you?” he asked.
“I’m hoping it’s something good,” she said, teasing him.
“More than good. I can promise you, babe, you won’t be thinking of anyone else by the time I’ve finished fucking you.”
“Chip, I don’t think of anyone else. There’s no one else in my life that I’ll ever want or need. It’s only you. It will only ever be—”
He silenced her with his lips, and she moaned, wrapping her arms around him at the same time, he moved her toward the bed.
She dropped down on it, breaking the kiss and intending to move up the bed, but he stopped her by wrapping his hand around her leg. He knelt down on the floor, and she followed his instructions putting both feet at the edge, and placing her ass close to the edge of the bed.
The position exposed her pussy, and Chip stared down at her.
She’d never been one to remove all of her pubic hair, as she didn’t like the feel of it when it grew back, so she kept it neatly trimmed.
“Do you have any idea how pretty this pussy looks?”
“No,” she said, smiling.
“It’s going to look even better when you take my cock.”
Biting her lip, she nodded.
“You do that a lot, you know,” he said.
“What?”
“Biting your lip. Do I make you nervous?”
“No. You don’t make me nervous.”
“What do I make you, baby?” he asked.
“You make me burn, and I can’t seem to help it. It’s bite my lip or moan.”
“Then moan. I want to hear those sounds coming from you.”
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Chip ran his fingers across her pussy, watching as her head moved back just a little, and a little gasp escaped her followed by the sexiest moan he’d ever heard. Sliding two fingers between her slit, he circled her swollen nub, marveling at how wet she was.
He’d licked and played with this pussy many times over the past few days, and he loved how slick and ready she was. She’d admitted to him just the other day that she’d only had sex with one person, and since then, all she’d done was pleasure herself.
Since then, he’d been determined to drive her crazy with need, to watch as each time he touched her, she fell apart, needing him even more.
The club was heading into serious danger. He got that, understood it, and there was a small smidgen of a chance that this wouldn’t blow up in all of their faces. Of course, there was also a large chance he’d be dead by the end of the week.
With that thought in mind, he filled her cunt with his two fingers watching as her hole stretched around him. Pulling out, he saw her cream soaking his digits, and he plunged them inside again.
Removing his fingers from her pussy, he replaced them with his tongue, sliding inside her, fucking her, tasting her before licking up to her clit and circling the hard bud. Over, around, and flicking across, he teased her clit, sucking it deep into his mouth.
She touched his head, and he grabbed her hands in both of his, locking them against the bed, holding her still as he ravished her tasty cunt.
“Oh, fuck, that feels … don’t stop, Chip. Please, don’t stop.”
He licked her pussy, sliding down to her cunt, then up to her clit and down again, each time driving her closer to orgasm. Her pussy tightened for him to see.
When he no longer could stand to keep her waiting anymore, he focused on her pretty clit, bringing her to an orgasm that had her screaming for him not to stop.
It wasn’t long before she pleaded for him to stop, but he wasn’t a man who liked odd numbers. He wanted to even things out, so he hurtled her into a second orgasm, relishing her cries as her pussy completely relented to his tongue.
He didn’t give her any time to come down from that second orgasm. Pushing her to the bed, he grabbed a condom, tearing into the latex and rolling it down his cock. Moving between her thighs, he rubbed his cock between her slick folds, wishing nothing was between them, but knowing that would come all too soon, and he was a very patient man.
With the head of his cock at her entrance, he slowly began to fill her, shocked by how tight she actually was.
Holding his cock until the first couple of inches were inside her, he slammed the last few to the hilt, taking hold of her hands and keeping them captive above her head, locking them there.
“I’ve got you now, baby. You’re completely at my mercy,” he said.
She wriggled her pussy onto his cock and smiled. “I don’t mind being at your mercy. You can have and do whatever you want with me. You’re my master.”
His cock pulsed at her words, and he pulled out only to slam back inside, going deeper than before.
They both moaned, and he couldn’t resist. Pulling out of her tight heat, he slammed inside her, going deeper with every single thrust.
“Oh, my God,” she said, screaming.
“Not God, me. I’m the one fucking you, baby.” He pounded inside her so hard that the headboard slammed against the wall.
Chip didn’t care. All he wanted to do was fuck her, take her so hard, and have her screaming and begging for more.
He didn’t want it to stop, so before he found that peak, Chip pulled out of her and held himself poised between her thighs.
“What is it?” she asked, panting.
“I’m not ready to finish, not yet. I don’t want this to end just yet.” His cock was still rock-hard, but he was back in control now. He slid his cock through her pussy, coating his condom-covered dick in her cream.
With each bump against her clit, she released a little moan, going deeper with each touch on her pussy.
“Please, Chip, fuck me,” she said.
“I will fuck you.”
With his grip on her hips, he moved her so that she was on her knees, her glorious ass presented to him. He ran his fingers over her cheeks, spreading them open to look at her anus and cunt.
Her cunt was slick, and he slid two fingers within her tightness.
“I’m going to have to fuck you a lot more so that you get used to me.”
“I’ve got no problem with that,” she said, glancing over her shoulder at him. The wicked smile on her lips drew another from him.
“You’re a temptress, you know that, right?”
“I know that I want you, and you’ve stopped fucking me.”
He then grabbed his cock and fucked her hard, slamming deep as he took hold of her hips, and used them to pound inside her soaked cunt.
They both moaned, and he fucked her harder, watching as his dick filled her pussy. The lips wrapped around his length, and the tight heat was like a vise around his dick.
Slamming his length hard and deep, he paused all the way inside her. The pleasure was out of this world, and he’d never been this close to coming so quickly before.
He didn’t want to stop.
Suddenly, Kasey pulled off his cock, and turned toward him so that she was kneeling on the bed, matching him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his lips, trailing them to his ear. “It doesn’t have to be just one time,” she said. “I don’t mind if I spend the entire night fucking you, Chip. You don’t have to make this last.”
He had her on her back with his cock deep inside her within a matter of seconds.
He slammed into her over and over, feeling the pleasure tightening his balls, wanting to go deeper still. Holding her hands, he pressed them against her head, liking how it put her at his mercy, keeping her under his control so that he could do whatever he liked with her body, and he intended to do a lot to her, to fuck her until she could no longer think straight and then some.
“Please, don’t stop,” she said.
Her pussy tightened as he fucked her harder than before. He glanced down, watching as his cock filled her, and the pleasure was something he couldn’t control.
After several thrusts, he came, filling the condom with his cum.
He wrapped his arms around her, keeping his dick inside her, not wanting to leave her body, or for this to end.
Staring into her eyes, he gripped her ass, kneading the flesh.
“That was amazing,” she said.
“It wasn’t my best performance.”
“Are you kidding right now?”
“I’ve been wanting to be inside you for a long time, Kasey. I rushed it. I couldn’t help it. You drive me wild.”
She chuckled. “I like that. I like that I drive you wild, and you can’t help it when you’re fucking me.”
“Don’t worry. I reckon in a couple of years, I’ll last ten minutes longer,” he said, teasing.
She stroked his cheek, and the smile on her lips did something inside him. The beauty of her, the kindness, everything about her just filled him with so much love and joy.
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than with you right now,” he said.
“Me neither. I like being with you, Chip. So much at times that it scares me.”
“Don’t let it.”
“I don’t want to turn into one of those women who can’t seem to function without her man around, you know? Always checking her phone, and nagging about him.”
“I’ll never cheat on you if that’s what you’re worried about,” he said.
“It’s not. Well, Holly said something about men always cheating, but then Zoe said that any man not just a biker cheats, and right now I’m rambling. The after sex thing is new to me.”
“As much as it kills me to say this, what normally happens after sex for you?” he asked. He didn’t like the thought of another man touching her.
She belonged to him.
“Do you really want me to talk about this right now?”
“Nope, I really don’t, but I also don’t want us to keep any secrets from each other.”
“Okay, erm, let’s see. After sex, talking about it with my current boyfriend, about my past boyfriends. He’d climb off, and I’d go to the bathroom, and I tended to have a shower. He never stayed the night, and I always saw him to the door like the nice, polite girl that I am.”
“Sounds so prim and proper,” he said.
“I’m very prim and proper.”
“Are you wanting to run to the shower right now?”
She shook her head. “Nah, I don’t even want to leave this bed.” She placed her hand over his chest. “There’s something I told Pie that I never told you before, and I don’t like that he knows, and you don’t.”
“What is it?”
“It’s about what happened after my brother died.”
He listened as she told him about the darkness, about how close she came to losing it, and only the memory of her brother pulled her out of the pain she’d been feeling.
“That’s what Pie knows?”
“Yes. We talked about it, and I didn’t want you to think for a second he was more important—”
He silenced her with a kiss.
“No, I don’t even think that, not even for a second. I will do everything in my power to make you happy.”
The smile on her face filled with sadness. “Then please don’t be a hero with whatever danger you’re going to face. I don’t think I could bear anything happening to you.”
He pulled her close and held her tightly.
No matter what, Chip knew he couldn’t die. Something told him that if he did, it could push Kasey over the edge, and he wouldn’t let that happen.