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“Harder
,” she moaned, keeping her eyes solely connected with mine.

I slowly withdrew from
her but hit back into her hard. Keeping this momentum was blowing my mind.

“More. Please, more
,” she begged.

Picking up the moment
um, I gave her what she wanted…what we both wanted…and worked my hips into a fucking frenzy. Fuck the gasps that used to turn me on, I want to hear her scream, which she did until I felt her shudder and shake, her breath rushing against my chest. Her orgasm had me forgetting everything, even my fucking name as I came deep inside her.

I collapsed on top
of her, careful to keep most of my weight from crushing her and enjoyed the feeling of the best fuck I’d ever had.

I leant on my elbows and kissed her before I couldn’t help laughing
, still feeling the tremors coursing through me.

“You’re not
goin’ anywhere now, not after that,” I laughed, rolling off to her side and wrapping her in my arms.

No, she definitely needs more of that and so the fuck do
I.    

Chapter Nine

Bonnie...

During the night I had another nightmare, the same nightmare I always have. At the end of this one as my father turns from my mother’s lifeless body, he sees me in the darkness on the stairs, his rough voice saying ‘no one will want you now’. I was awoken to Sparky shaking me and I felt the tears streaking down my face. He didn’t say anything and nor did I. After we spent the afternoon and all evening exploring each other bodies, I was positive nothing could get to me here in this room with him. He pulled me in his arms and stroked my hair as he thought I was drifting back off to sleep. I remained awake long into the night asking myself stupid questions that I never want to know the answers to. Would he still want me if he knew I was damaged goods? Half of me wants to believe he would, after all he still wanted me after he saw my scarred body, but the other half screams out that isn’t as bad as how I got them.

I had given up thinking sex could be as it should, full of need and pure lust. The past six years have shown me nothing pure, Sparky has shown me it is
real and I can have a slice of it. Scrap that, nothing good can ever last around me. I allow myself to finally drift off to sleep in his warm, heavy arms, hoping this need for each other can last a few more days.

Waking this morning I brushed away the negative thoughts I had during the night and continued to prolong this moment of happiness.

Sparky is still asleep beside me, his arm instinctively around me, holding me close. The touch across my belly tingles
where contact is made and the desires that have built up over the last couple of weeks burst to my core. I feel myself becoming wet once again, lacking the confidence to initiate anything with him. I regretfully decide to get up and shower instead. I barely make it to the edge of his bed when I am pulled back. I couldn’t help but yelp as his strong arm shot across my waist and pulled me under the sheets.

“Where do you think you’re
goin’?” he asks, sleepily.

“I thought you were sleeping
.”

“If you’re awake then so am I. Why don’t we take advantage of it
,” he smiles.

He repositions himself so he is on top of me and uses his knee to open my legs wider.

“You should smile more often,” he murmurs, then begins trailing his lips across my bare shoulder.

I’ve got a feeling if I spend more time with him he will see me smile more and more. I feel his hardness pushing into my thigh and I am wishing he will stop this torment and just let me feel him inside me already.

The notion I am eager for a guy to be intimate with me rather than fearing the act turns me on even more. It feels like a doorway has been opened and I never want it to close again.

His fingers slowly making their way down between my legs has me squirming.

“Now…please,” I beg.

“Anything you want
,” he grunts, and before I can take my next breath he is filling into me and I feel myself begin the sensual high that in the last twenty-four hours I have come to love.

Mornings are never going to be the same again. I was hoping for more of his naked body but he is covering it with his jeans, tee and cut. He sits on the edge of the bed to put his boots on.

“I have to go and see
Cas, I won’t be long.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, I’m taken back to who he i
s and what he does. Just the sight of his cut reminds me of the world he lives in and the world I’m trying to run from.

“Is there a
nything you want to do today?” he asks, ready to leave.

I can’t believe he is asking me
, giving me a choice. ‘You never have a fuckin’ choice, you hearin’ me?’ I feel the bile rise to my throat as Tommy’s voice pops through my head.

“Or I can choose something to do?
” he asked, warily.

“You choose
,” I say.

I know he is nothing like my brother, T
ommy, or the Ghost Riders. Even in the short time I have been here, I can tell women have choices. The way Cas is with Alannah, so loving and protective. Running to her rescue when my father had her prisoner like a knight in shining armour, loving her to the point he shot his way through my father’s club to save her. In a weird sort of way it makes them all that more intimidating. If I had suggested somewhere to go and he didn’t agree, I would have been mortified.

He bends over the bed and lightly gives me a kiss before leaving the room.

Sparky...

I couldn’t give a fuck what my brothers think. They don’t trust one part of Bonnie but they are about to, I’m going to make sure of it. For that, there is only one thing I can do to make that happen.

Cas
isn’t in his office or in the bar. I track him down in the garage working on his bike with Barbie chatting away to him. He spots me heading towards them and frowns, it’s because if I am here then it means Bonnie is on her own.

“Hey Barbs, I need a word with my
prez,” I tell her. If she hears what I am about to say, God knows what conclusions she will jump to.

“Is Bonnie okay?”

“She’s fine, I just need a word, I promise,” I assure her, and she leaves reluctantly.

“What’s up?”
Cas asks, getting up to his feet and grabbing a rag to wipe his hands.

“I’m here to tell you I
’m makin’ a claim on Bonnie, I’m taking full responsibility over her. I don’t want a time limit on her stay here.”

There, I’ve said it now. He stands there motionless, his mouth moving to speak but nothing
is coming out.

“I know what I’m
doin’,” I add, when the silence becomes humiliating.

“I
ain’t sure you do brother. If you’re wrong about her and she does fuck us over, you know what will happen to you,” he said, full of concern.

I do know what will happen
if she fucks us over. My responsibility over her will cost me my place in the club, or depending on the situation it could cost me my life. Affectively, my making a claim on her tells my brothers my trust in her is solid, that they can trust her and if anything goes wrong, then I will handle her and take the blame.

“I’m not wrong about her, I wouldn’t lay a claim on her if I had any doubt
,” I urged.

He walks over to his pack of cigarettes and lights one up. I’m hoping the trust he has in me as his brother is as strong I think it is and he trusts what I am asking for is right.

“Something’s happened between ya both since yesterday, hasn’t it?” he asks.

“You could say that
,” I mutter.

“The guys were right, she’s got you actin’ crazy. You’ve never once took responsibility over anyone apart from the club. This is risky and I don’t like it brother. I don’t hide it that I don’t trust her…but,
havin’ said that, I trust you. I just hope you do know what you’re fuckin’ doin’.”

With
Cas agreeing to this, the club will have no choice but to keep their mouths shut.

“Just a suggestion. I
f she’s gonna be stayin’, I think she should leave your room a lot more. Maybe that way, we can see what you do in her,” he added.

It isn’t going to be easy getting her to spend time in the bar or around the other guys, but
Cas is right. The only way for them to begin to trust her is to meet her properly and what better than tonight’s party?

“
Thanks brother.”

“Don’t thank me yet, you
gotta a lot to prove with her. It might take more than my approval with the others,” he said, going back to work on his bike.

It took a lot of persuading to convince her to go to tonight’s party. I mainly achieved this by working her body over into submission. When she was at her weakest for me to touch certain parts of her, I would broach the subject. She was adamant at first that she would rather leave than go, but as the day wore on and I continued to arouse her, she eventually agreed. I promised I would never leave her side while we are down in the bar and that nailed it.

I was thinking she must have changed her mind again as she’s been in the bathroom for over an hour now and I can’t hear no movement from behind the door.

“Everythin’ okay in there?” I call, knocking on the door.

“I’ll be out in a minu
te,” she called back.

I wanted to sit and wait but I couldn’t stand still. Tonight is a big night, I haven’t said anything to Bonnie about taking responsibility over her, hoping she never has to know.
I am so wrapped up in my own head that I don’t hear the door unlocking and opening.

“I’m ready
,” she says quietly.

I turn and look at her and I am knocked over. Her hair is down and flowing in soft, s
hiny curls. Her skin is flawless, her eyes blackened from makeup instead of bruises. Her outfit clinging to her shapely body in all the right places, her skirt a bit too short for my liking. It doesn’t matter if my brothers trust her or not, they will still get an eyeful of her legs and ass. The height of her heels still make her shorter than me, but they give the illusion her legs are much longer than normal.

She is simply fucking stunning.

Compliment her, I tell myself, she is waiting for a compliment!

“You look nice
,” I cringe.

Nice? She is mor
e than fucking nice. Hot, sexy…oh so fucking sexy. I’m getting hard just looking at her.

Come on Sparky, pull yourself together. I take hold of her hand and open the door before I change my mind and keep her locked up in my room for the remainder of our lives.

The music is already filtering up the stairs. No doubt our late arrival will not go unnoticed.

I know my brothers, how they think and how they can be hard but only for a good reason. All Bonnie has
seen is the hard side of them. Her rigidness in my hold tells me she is only walking forward because I am guiding the way.

If the music wasn’t so loud I’d bet I would be able to hear her heart beating against her chest.

“Relax,” I tell her, close to her ear.

She doesn’t.

Heads turn as we come to the bottom of the stairs, eyes shooting to our clasped hands. I take an extra moment to stare down each of my brothers, silently telling them what is happening. My claim on Bonnie is well and truly out in the open. They nod back in understanding and return to their drinks and conversations.

Barbie is last to spot us, probably because she was too wrapped up in
Cas to have noticed. When she does, she comes straight over, beaming a smile a mile wide and greets Bonnie in a hug. I keep hold of Bonnie’s hand and start to push her and Barbie towards the bar.

“Cas said you might be coming down tonight. You lo
ok hot girlfriend,” Barbie said, excited she finally has her friend down in the bar.

“Sparky didn’t give me much of a choice
,” Bonnie winked, giving my hand a slight squeeze.

One of the new prospects came over with three beers and the girls began chatting.

I sit on the stool next to the girls and ignore Jilly’s scowl from across the room. Pope catches my eye and raises his eyebrows, questioning me about Bonnie. I give him one nod and he accepts her. Everyone here knows me to the bone, and like I hoped, they have taken my word and will now accept Bonnie. Slade shakes his head, assuming I am thinking with my dick instead of my head and laughs it off. And good old Oak, he remains at the other end of the bar holding his glass up, wishing me luck, as if I am going to need it.

By the time I return my attention to Bonnie and Barbie, Bonnie is feeling more relaxed leaning against me. She drained her first beer and is half way through her second, so that might be why.

Since Cas became president, brothers from other chapters have been dropping in and out regularly so tonight the bar is more full than it usually is. It is surprising how quickly everyone has adapted to the change in leadership and with Michael not around the place anymore, the sense of brotherhood is at an all-time high.

Barbie has managed to pull
Bonnie towards the dance floor. She can sense the adjustment from everyone and looks damn good with confidence, as she begins to sway her hips to the beat of the song.

The
real Bonnie is really beginning to come through and I find her fascinating. I wonder if she could ever let go and be herself while she was with the Ghost Riders and then quickly scrap that thought. She was a broken shell when she first come here and in a matter of weeks in a different environment, she is finding herself and I like it.

The way she is gyrating her body is making me hard, again. Luckily
Cas comes over and I turn my back to her and order another beer.

“Seems like you’ve made your point
,” he says leaning against the bar.