A New Day (Knights Disciple Motorcycle Club Book 1) (6 page)

CHAPTER TWELVE

Taking instructions on how to ride a motorcycle from the hottest possible teacher was an unforgettably, extraordinarily erotic experience. Every time Laura saw Will in a pair of jeans it was like she had never seen a man in jeans before. It was like she had never seen
him
in jeans before. Maybe it was all the attention he had been giving the two of them, but she could not figure out what he was doing to have a body like that. Unless he got up in the middle of the night – when she wasn’t in his bed – and hit the gym, he was blessed.

The faded blue denim fit around the hard cut of his thighs like they were tailored. His taut T-shirt had a similar characteristic. If ever a body called for a tight T-shirt, Will Shriner’s did. Despite its faded print, the shirt itself was vibrant and the cotton thick so that when Laura ran her hands over it and that amazing hard surface that was his torso, it was so incredibly soft. He had on a bomber jacket, the sweet leather smells of which curled up through her nostrils. His longish hair wisped around his face and neck in a romantic un-hairstyle. He was so handsome. The perfect knight.

He steadied the bike and patted the seat. "Come. Give it a try," he said. She sheepishly approached and waited for more instruction. He told her how to swing her leg over. She did and accidentally sat on his fingers. Her eyes widened. "Oh I see how you are," he winked. He told her where to place her feet, to hold on, and to lean when he leaned. Other than that, she would just get the hang of it. He did, however, have to make an addition to her riding attire. He gave her one of his leather jackets.

"Mine?" she clarified with a smile.

"Yours, although I am definitely going to have fun shopping for you. Get you all decked in stuff from the Harley store. I am going to have fun dressing you in denim and leather." He kissed her slow and sensually while she was straddled the bike.

She liked the way the bike made her body feel, the way it supported her weight and braced her. He traced the inside of her spread thighs with his fingers; the effect tingled through the rough denim to her sensitive flesh. The electric current hit every erogenous zone throughout her.

Her nipples were erect and Will knew. He reached up to play with them through her shirt. “We’re going to have fun today." They put on their helmets and were off.

They tooled around over to Boston Street to the Sip & Bite for breakfast. Laura felt like she was dismounting a horse from the way Will was so chivalrous in helping her get off. They went into the diner arm-in-arm, knocking against each other gently, flirting every step. They slid into the booth on the same side while the waitress poured their coffee, but then, while she left them to decide on food, he rounded across from her.

"Such a tough call. Sit next to you and feel you or sit across from you and look at your pretty face," he said softly.

A ball of warmth glowed in her chest from his words. She rubbed his fingers tenderly. "I've never been in this place. You hear about it all the time. How can you grow up in Baltimore and never go to any of its most famous places?"

"I am selfishly glad you've never been. I like sharing it with you," he winked. As it was, they were really there more for sight-seeing. They decided that they were going to hit one or two more food places in their day and were going to keep it light. They ordered a fountain milkshake with two straws. They leaned in to share it. Will stole kisses from her, very discretely. Sometimes his icy lips would graze her cheek or he would touch her face with his fingers in a sort of embrace as they drew the thick creamy chocolate from the glass.

Laura pulled back suddenly. "Ice cream headache," she chanted.

Will laughed softly. "I have a cure for that," he said decadently.

"That's probably your cure for everything, I have a feeling. In which case I have to tell you, I might be chronically ill," Laura joked as she waited for the brain freeze to pass. "Oh."

"Ice water?" he replied innocently making Laura doubt whether she had guessed wrong. He laughed again. "No you were right the first time. That is my cure for everything, but ice water does kill an ice cream headache."

Something about his comeback made Laura jealous. She was suddenly curious about whether he brought all his women here and whether he often he gave them the cure. This thing between them had happened awfully fast and she wondered if that was kind of the way he worked. The thoughts brought her down and she felt heavy.

Ever-sensitive, Will asked "What?"

She didn't want to tell him that she was jealous of imaginary women, that she wanted to be the only person he ever made feel as special as he was making her feel now. "I am having a really good time, that's all," she said soberly.

"I can see that," he teased. "How about an honest answer."

She leaned in and kissed him across the table, briefly. "I mean it. I am having a really good time," she said seductively.

"I'm going to get the check now," he replied.

His face was smoldering and he didn't say another word to her when they left the restaurant. He didn't say where he was taking them, but she could feel that he was up to something. They loaded up on to his bike and drove over to West Baltimore Street to the Lord Baltimore Hotel.

He turned to her. "I am going to use every ounce of self-discipline I have not to kill the entire day here with you. We may only be here for twenty minutes, but I am not going to take you in a gas station; not yet any way," he said devilishly. "But I've got to have you."

The lobby of the hotel was grand. Laura stood mutely as Will got them a room. He put it on a very heavy, thick black credit card that she knew was reserved for pretty hefty lines of credit. The guy didn't seem to earn a living, he had a nice house, bike and car, was generous almost to a fault, and he had a credit card that took a crane to lift.

"Come," he said to her breaking her trance. He took the room keys and her hand and they ascended to their suite in the elevator.

"A suite for a quickie,” she said as they approached the door.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Will swept her up and carried her across the threshold. She could feel his taut muscles against her back. "I promise you, Miss Mills, I'll make it totally worth it."

The door swung closed on its own. The room was exquisite, appointed with elegant period furniture and vaulted ceilings. Will set her in a high back chair as he sat on the corner of the bed. He looked at her with a smoky gaze. He slowly removed his heavy jacket and raked his hair with his fingers. His movements were torturously deliberate and she realized he was teasing her.

Laura rushed him, tackling him back on the bed. He knew how to draw her out; that was for sure. The first thing she did was lift up that T-shirt of his. His ripped body had been screaming to her all morning. She kissed his six-pack. "William, I don't think I've known you to even lift a single weight. How is it you have a body like this?"

"I just lifted you, didn't I?" Silence fell and then he said. "Um, that didn't come out right."

"It's a good thing you're so pretty or I might not be able to overlook that," she affected a tough attitude. But she went back to how smooth he was sometimes and whether he had brought other women here. The notion wrenched her and he picked up on it.

"Did I just hurt your feelings for real?" he asked, all kidding aside.

"No," she said somberly. She didn't want to be a buzz kill but she confessed. "I think I'm jealous."

His eyes flew opened. "What?"

"Well," she searched. "I wonder if you're this sweet to all the girls and...I don't know how you make a living or why you're in such good shape and now what I'm saying isn't sounding too good." She rolled off of him onto the ridiculously luxurious mattress.

"Uh-huh," he said, mildly scolding her, "Get back up here where you belong," he corralled her back on top of him. She had to look right at him. "Question one. Is it do I bring women to the Lord Baltimore Hotel?" he asked mildly facetiously. He was trying to evoke clarification and she knew it.

"No; it’s do you make all the women you date feel this special?" she asked shyly.

“I have made women feel special before. I enjoy it, but I only make special women feel special,” he said softly. “Did you get the feeling I’ve been playing you, sweet?”

“No, but you are just so awfully good at it,” she said. “You think fast on your feet…and in other positions, too,” she blushed.

His voice took on a different tone. His body felt like it got about ten degrees warmer. He reached between them and drew up her shirt so they were skin to skin. As he strummed her lightly on her slight, ticklish waist, she wondered if a person could fall in love with another person so quickly. He rolled her over on her back, her body sinking into the plush bedding. Their mouths found each other, feasting and feeding, warm and wet, probing, sweeping, penetrating.

He broke away to go lower, to free her breasts cased by frilly satin and lace push up. His tongue was so incredibly hot on the delicate flesh. Her body was completely alert knowing what was in store for her; his suckling drove an ache into her to her very core. She wrapped her legs around him, but he reached to her ankle and levered her leg up to his shoulder so that his mouth was near her foot. He lightly dragged his lips on the sensitive part of her ankle before turning her over completely.

Will huddled on to her, covering her completely. His hair and her hair meshed together as he laid his face next to hers. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered. Laura splayed her fingers on the mattress and Will covered one hand with his, lacing them while the other undressed her more. So she was naked, her buttocks warmed against his amazing abdomen. His fingers found her center. He was stroking in, creating wetness and drawing it upward.

He extended his tongue and glided it beneath the erogenous surface of her back. She was so incredibly, erotically sensitive there and he had discovered it. He knew her better than she knew herself in ways. It was as if he was sharing her with
her
. She arched her back lasciviously to offer herself to him. She had wondrous curvaceous bottom that created lovely contours and her hips flared gracefully from her waist. She splayed her thighs like a contortionist and reached down between them boldly.

"Ohh," he murmured as he lowered his mouth to her hands. His tongue entered her wet, aroused entrance. He rimmed the exterior and delved, rimmed the exterior and then delved. He trailed it up and rimmed her other entrance of her body before covering the arches of her buttocks with kisses.

Will rose up. She felt the tip of his erection gently nudge her readied opening and sink into her. Laura was up on her knees, rump in the air and torso low and flat to the mattress. Will's fingers toyed between the cleft of her buttocks sending wires of intense, pleasure arousal throughout her body. She reached again between and made pressured circles at the apex of her legs. Within seconds the first little pulses of her orgasm began.

Will bent down to her ear. "Can I love you here?" he asked, his fingers stroking the place.

"Yes," Laura replied breathlessly.

Will drew up her wetness to ready her for him and plunged into her but in partial increments at a time. The short strokes pushed Laura into a full powerful climax. She was catapulted into another consciousness as though she had been doped. Will was right behind her, tumbled into pleasure being embedded in her constricted entrance. Laura's orgasm while being filled there was like none she had ever experienced. They crumpled, momentarily dazed before pulling apart. Laura took a deep breath and scurried to the bathroom.

She washed up and ran the shower. If they were only going to have the place for a little while, she was going to experience the decadent tub. The water rushed so quickly and fully in the deep tub that when Will joined her Laura was floating naked in the tub like it was a mini swimming pool. Will picked up a mini bottle of bubble bath and spilled it under the water rushing from the faucet. Laura smiled at the full sight of his magnificent naked form.
He’s like a god,
she thought. He stepped into the warm bath and they bathed each other.

The suite had coffee so they enjoyed another cup after they dressed. "You were absolutely right about making our short stay worthwhile," she remarked fully sated. “It is such a shame we have to go so soon.”

“What would you think about leaving your brother overnight? Make up for lost time?” he asked.

Laura grinned. “What lost time?”

“You said you never really had a boyfriend before. I think I have my work cut out for me making up for what you’ve been missing all this time.”

Laura thought that Will Shriner was not only the hottest guy she ever met but maybe the sweetest. “Can I think about it? Maybe over lunch because I know we just ate but I am already starved.”

“Of course you’re starved,” he took her into his arms. “You worked it.” Even though she had no problem being open and demonstrative with him, his referenced to her sexual performance raised a fierce blush in her. She touched her forehead to his chest. “So have you ever been to the Paper Moon Diner?”

“No I haven’t,” she said, her voice muffled by his massive chest.

“Oh my goodness, if you get embarrassed this easily,” he said, his voice sensual and soft, “I better not tell you that even if you decide you’re not comfortable leaving Lucas overnight now, there are so many cool hotels around Baltimore and I am going to have such a blast taking you to each one of them and fucking you so soundly in each and every one of them.” There was no lifting her head up at that point; he had completely renewed her bashfulness.