KATRINA

 

I sat in my dark apartment. I ignored the calls and texts my brother sent me. I didn’t want anything to do with him at the moment.

I didn’t care whether or not I was being unreasonable. Right now, all I wanted was to see the one man I had grown so accustomed to.

It felt like an eternity before I heard the rumbling exhaust just outside. I peeked through my window and saw Blake getting off of his bike. I got to the door before he had a chance to knock on it. As soon as he was there, I grabbed him by the collar and reeled him into my apartment.

“What’s going on—”

I didn’t give him a chance to finish. I put my lips to his. My tongue danced into his mouth. I reached up to wrap my hands around his head and pulled him closer.

The taste of his tongue. The aroma of leather and his masculine scent. The strong feeling of his hands as they caressed my back. His scruff against my cheek. His bulge poking through his jeans and rubbing against my thigh.

It wasn’t enough. I needed more of him.

I took control. I kept my hands around him, trying to kiss him even harder.

He suddenly gripped my arms and pulled me off of him.

“Katrina… What’s gotten into you?”

Deep blue eyes staring at me in the darkness. It was like he was peering into my soul. He felt so familiar but new all at the same time. I wanted to let him inside.

“You,” I whispered. “You got inside of me.”

“Katrina—”

“I want you inside of me. Give it to me.”

I started forcibly taking his vest off of him. A slightly bewildered look on his face, he didn’t protest as he pulled his shirt off. The tattooed muscles I’d grown so accustomed to seeing never got old. I reached up and pressed my hand to his chest, pleading with him to satisfy my craving.

“Fuck me,” I sighed. “Fuck me…”

He didn’t take my shirt off of me. There was no teasing. There was no foreplay.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yeah, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me…”

I gasped as he grabbed me by my arms. He spun me around and pushed me forward against the wall of my apartment. I reached down and fumbled with my pants. I listened to him undoing his belt buckle.

We peeled our bottoms down seemingly in unison. I was wet, warm, just waiting for him.

He slapped me on my ass and gripped me tight, forcing another squeal out of me.

“You want me to fuck you?” he grunted.

“Fuck me, dammit…” I pleaded. “Fuck me… I want your cock inside of me…”

“You want my cock inside of you… Your wet pussy…”

“Your wet pussy… It’s all yours.”

His tip was at my entrance. My jeans around my knees, I buckled to stay standing up straight.

“Come here.”

He grasped my hips and pulled me closer. I bent over with my palms pressing against the wall. I turned around and looked up just long enough to see the look in his eyes.

There was no cockiness. There was no smirk. All I saw was an arrogance that told me he knew he had control of me. It was what I needed more than anything else.

“Fuck me—Ahh!”

An embarrassing whimper poured from my throat as he shoved his cock into me. His length split my insides apart, rubbing against my walls. My mind went blank from the pleasure Blake immediately put me through.

“This is what you want?” he grunted. “You want my cock.”

“I want your cock… Your big fucking cock… Fuck me…”

“Like this?”

“Like that!”

“Fuck you… like this…”

“Yes!”

Incoherent ramblings of a woman desperate to satisfy her lust. I was saying anything just to make sure he kept giving it to me the way he was. And he was giving it to me exactly how I needed.

Hard, forceful strokes made my entire body tremble. Knees buckling. Toes curling. Back arching. Bent over. I was at his mercy as he split me apart.

Blake kept me in place with his hands on my waist. He clapped his hilt against my ass, pushing his entire length into me.

I was dripping. Fluids leaking down the insides of my thighs, a rush of warmth spread from between my legs and pulsed through my stomach. My skin was electric.

He slapped me against the ass. The stinging pain made me whimper in delight. My mouth hung open as I tried to breathe but stifled moans got caught in my throat.

“Harder…”

I pleaded with him and he complied.

Another stinging slap against my ass cheek made me squeal. I didn’t give a fuck if the neighbors could hear. I wanted more.

“Harder…”

“Katrina—”

“Harder!”

He shoved his cock into me, banging his body against mine like he was trying to permanently nail me to the wall. More hard slaps made the soft skin of my ass redden.

I turned around just long enough to look into his eyes. My hair over my face, my vision blurry, I could barely make him out. But from what I could see, he was a man. The man. The only man who mattered right now.

I reached out and wrapped my arm around his neck, bracing myself to stay standing as he pounded me. But he was giving it to me so hard, I couldn’t keep up.

Blake sensed that my legs were about to give out, so he dragged me over to my couch. He bent me over the side of it. My face fell into the cushion. My hands reached out and grasped for whatever they could grab.

“Oh, God… Harder… Just like that…”

I was a complete mess. My clothes half off of me, my entire body dripping, I wouldn’t want to look at myself in the mirror at the moment. But everything Blake made me feel was more important than anything else.

“More…” I pleaded. “I want you… I want all of you.”

His hand caressed my ass. He squeezed my tender flesh in his palms. Suddenly, I felt his fingers near my other entrance. A thumb pushed its way into my asshole. The sensation of my tightness being stretched out for the first time pulled another gasp out of me.

“You like that?” he grunted.

“Fuck… Yes…”

It didn’t matter if I liked it or not. I wanted him to have me. I wanted him to take me any and every way he wanted to.

So he did.

He took me hard. He kept slapping my ass. His thumb kept pushing into my asshole.

I remained bent over the couch. The temperature of my orgasm continued to rise until my whole body trembled with pleasure.

“Oh, God…”

I groaned and saw the edge so close. I looked over it before letting Blake finally push me over it.

“Oh…”

I held my breath for a moment. My muscles tightened. My lungs burned. My back arched. My toes curled. My eyes shut tight.

I squeezed every inch of my body before letting my insides explode.

“Fuck!”

I shouted as loud as I could. I wanted the entire town to know that I was coming. I wanted all of Ivory to hear the sound of ecstasy that only Blake could give me.

I kept screaming, panting like a dog as the waves of pleasure surged through my core. Every inch of my skin was vibrating. I had lost control and Blake was the only one there to stop me from losing myself completely.

A few more hard thumps and his grip tightened around my waist. I squeezed myself around him, pulling his seed from his cock. Thick pumps of cum splashing against my insides made me shiver.

The two of us lost ourselves to a brief moment of ecstasy. Blake made me come so hard that I forgot about everything.

But the moment didn’t last. My orgasm left just as quickly as it had come.

Blake kept pumping himself into me but his desire was disappearing. I had pulled everything I could out of him and even he would need a moment to recover.

He pulled his cock from me and released me from his grip. I remained bent over on the couch. My orgasm broke me into a million pieces.

My eyes closed, my chest heaved as I gasped for breath. I worked up enough strength to pick myself up. I turned around to see Blake standing there.

His shirt was off. His chest was glistening from the light coming in from my window. His sweat highlighted the ink on his chest and neck. His cock hung between his legs, exhausted from the pounding it had just given me.

Blake breathed hard through his nose, an intense stare confirmed what we had just done.

I moved toward him and pulled his face close to mine so I could kiss him again. My tongue pushed into his mouth. The taste of him cleared my thoughts but he pulled away from me.

“What’s wrong?” he said.

The intense look of desire he had was gone. Blake was cocky. So sure of himself. But deep inside, I knew he cared, even if he wouldn’t admit it or nobody else noticed it.

I could see it in him now. He was there for me. The Blake I needed with me now.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Katrina,” he said assuredly.

“It’s Jordan,” I sighed, looking away from him. “He doesn’t want to help you.”

“That’s what I figured would happen. His only allegiance is to his club. Like it should be.”

“Why does it have to be like that? Loyalty to a stupid patch—”

“Hey!”

He raised his voice suddenly. I slowly turned and saw a bit of anger in his furrowed brow.

“It’s not a stupid patch,” Blake said. “I may not have much love for the Cobras but Jordan is doing what’s right.”

“Is he? Blake, a group of skinheads just tried to kill the both of us and he refused to do something about it.”

“For all we know, they were just trying to kill me. Your brother is right to not get involved.”

“What are you saying?”

I blinked my eyes in confusion, unable to believe what I was hearing.

“What I’m saying is that I’ll take care of this,” he said. “I’m looking into the Spades. I’ll get to the bottom of what happened.”

“Let me help you—”

“No. Helping me would only put you in further danger. I can’t have that.”

“Blake… I have to help you. Screw my brother!”

I didn’t know what I’d said but the look on Blake’s face told me I shouldn’t have said it. His hands moved up to my shoulders as he frowned at me.

“I was never there for Jack,” he sighed. “Not when I needed to be. Family is more important than anything. Right now, you need to be with your family. He’s your brother.”

“He may be my brother but I’m my own woman. I’m capable of making my own decisions.”

“You can make your own decisions. But I don’t want you to make a decision because of me.”

“Blake—”

“Let me handle this, Katrina. I’ll be all right. Right now, the safest place for you is by his side. Your brother will do everything he can to protect you.”

“Are you saying you won’t protect me? Are you saying you don’t care about me?”

He clenched his jaw. I didn’t blink, staring back into the intensity he was giving me.

“I do care about you,” I said. “But this, whatever this is, it’s not more important than what’s at stake. I won’t let you put yourself in danger because of the time we spent together…”

He let me go from his grip. He pulled his jeans up and put himself back together. I stood there and stared at him, trying to wrap my head around everything he just said.

I didn’t move from the spot as he moved to the entrance of my apartment. He grabbed the door handle and looked down for a second before turning to me and speaking.

“The Spades are capable of anything. I don’t know why they attacked me. But if they know you and I are close, they won’t hesitate to go after you. The best place for you right now is with your brother.”

I wasn’t looking at him. I only listened to the sound of him leaving. As soon as he was gone, silence filled my apartment.

Jordan didn’t want to listen to me. Blake didn’t want to listen to me. They both agreed with what was best for me.

In my head, I tried to make sense of it. Maybe it would be best to stay away from Blake for the time being. Maybe whatever this was between us was just a physical desire that Blake pulled out of me.

But with Blake gone, there was a part of me that was missing. And the only thing that seemed to fit inside of it was whatever we had.