Blizzard (The Brotherhood Journals #1) (21 page)

She was beautiful.

There were a thousand words I could use to describe her, but it was simple—she was just beautiful.

Blizzard pulled me to my feet. His hand cupped my jaw and his thumb pulled gently at my bottom lip. “Can’t get you out of my head.”

I placed both my hands on his waist, his muscles were firm and tight. I wanted to run my tongue over them. Hearing his voice over the apartment intercom had been a shock, but I knew immediately that something had changed.

His head dipped and he used his hand to tilt my head as his lips found my neck. They were soft, but his bristles scratched at the delicate skin, just like they’d done as he had devoured my pussy like a starved man. The sensation was strange but so erotic.

His manhood pressed against my belly as he tugged me closer, nipping and sucking and working my body up all over again just by using his mouth.

I wanted him.

So fucking bad.

He began to walk me backward until my knees hit the bed. I pulled away reluctantly and climbed back onto the mess of sheets and blankets that had already been destroyed.

“You on birth control?” he asked tightly like he didn’t really want to know the answer.

I nodded.

He placed one knee on the bed, his hands going to my knees and slowly pushing my legs apart as they drifted upward.

I was bared to him. He could see me now. All of me. I had nothing left to hide both outside and in. I no longer had to lie or deceive. He knew everything, and he was seeing me for who I am, not who I was attempting to be.

I wanted to give him everything I had to give, but never thought it would be possible. Not with what I’d done. But he was here, giving himself to me and trusting me not to hurt him again. And I never would.

“I need you,” I whispered quietly.

“You’ve got me, baby.” He moved between my legs and braced his body over me.

I took in a sharp breath as his cock slipped up through my folds and bumped my clit. “All of you.” I encouraged, biting my lip.

“All?”

I reached up and grabbed his neck, my fingers brushing through his short hair. “Yes.”

He slammed into me at the same moment I pulled him down and crashed my lips against his. A gasp left my mouth but he swallowed it whole, not giving up anything. He took every part of me, owned every single inch and I never wanted it back.

I wanted him to claim me, to make me his. Because I’d learned over the last week with him that there was no going back to life before Blizzard. I thought I could do it after they saved me from the crazy that was my father. But I was barely making it by, simply surviving.

He continued to thrust inside me, finally letting me up for air. I sucked it in, but it was pointless. Every time he hit that spot inside me I cried out.

He pushed off me, sitting back on his knees and watching as his cock slipping in and out of me in a slow, steady rhythm. It was like he was mesmerized by it, every now and then looking up to meet my eyes.

“Oh God,” I groaned, gripping the sheets in my hands and thrashing my head side to side.

“You’re gonna come harder this time. And scream my fucking name.” He licked his thumb and brought it down to my clit, rubbing it back and forth as he picked up speed. My body bowed from the bed, the sensation almost too much for me to handle. But he placed his other hand on my stomach and pushed me back down. Writhing and squirming against the sheets, my body slowly began to heat up.

“Blizzard, oh shit. Yes.”

There was a sharp slap on my clit and I jumped, a shock shooting through me. I moaned deeply and he did it again. There was only a sharp jolt of pain before it turned into something so much more pleasurable.

Blizzard grunted in approval. “Fuck, you like it.” I couldn’t respond, it felt so good, my body was building higher and higher into a state of euphoria. “Tweak those nipples, you’re about to fall over the edge. Don't worry, you ain't gonna hit the bottom. You're about to fucking fly, baby.”

I reached up to my breasts, my eyes connecting directly with his as I pinched the tight little buds. The sound of skin slapping was the only thing that filled the air for a moment, but when I reached that peak, just like he’d said I would, his name instantly fell from my lips. I felt my pussy tighten and pulse around him, and it wasn’t long before I felt one final powerful thrust and he came apart with me. My clenching pussy felt good, squeezing his cock inside me.

A deep sound of ecstasy rumbled from his chest, his fingers digging into my thighs as he held himself all the way to the hilt inside me. Both of us just reveling in the bliss.

“Holy shit,” I sighed, throwing my head back.

I felt his hands cover mine that still cupped my breasts. He gave a squeeze and I bucked my hips off the bed, my body still super sensitive.

He laughed softly. “So responsive, baby.” I clenched, squeezing his cock which was still inside me, and a warning growl came from deep in his throat. “Playing with fire, Rose.”

I pulled the sheet around me as I watched him pull on his jeans. He wasn’t wearing boxers or briefs, completely bare. His jeans hung low on his hips, just enough for me to catch sight of that beautiful V that disappeared under the waistband.

“You going?”

“Nah, baby. But I do want to talk. So come get dressed and you can make me a coffee.” He walked around the bed, crouching at the edge next to me. “Need you to know this shit is serious.”

I nodded. “Just give me a minute.”

He leaned over and placed his lips against my forehead. My body tingled at the contact. He held them there for longer than a few seconds before pulling back and giving me the sweetest smile and disappearing out of the room.

My body relaxed and I sighed dramatically as I splayed myself on the bed, staring at the ceiling wondering if I was in some weird dream or alternate universe. Blizzard and I had had our moments, but I knew he was still confused and not entirely convinced he could trust me yet. But here he was. What had changed?

I threw the covers off and found my robe, tying it around my body and going to the bathroom before finally venturing out to the living room.

Blizzard stood leaning against my kitchen counter, still shirtless and coffee in his hand. “You took too long. I got up fucking early this morning, I needed coffee.”

“You’re so impatient.” I rolled my eyes stepping past him to find a cup for myself. His arm hooked around my waist and he pressed against my back. Brushing the hair away from my shoulder with his free hand he swept his lips across my neck. I shivered, goosebumps appearing on my skin.

Blizzard chuckled lightly, releasing me and leaving me standing frozen as he made himself comfortable on the sofa. I ignored his stare as I made myself a coffee.

“Couldn’t wait any longer.”

I held my hot cup between my hands. “For what?”

“For you.”

Hiding a smile with the rim, I sipped the hot liquid. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement flow through me. “Explain?”

He let out a sharp snort. “You really gonna make me do this, huh?”

Shrugging, I tried to calm my heart that raced inside my chest. Blizzard was one person who’d put me first and cared for me when I was at my worst. He and Chelsea had pulled me to the surface when I’d been slowly drowning—the weight of my mistakes dragging me down. Blizzard hit me full force with his subtle but commanding presence. Pushing his way into my life and making me laugh when I didn’t even want to live.

“We’ve been through some shit.” His eyes stayed connected with mine as he spoke, “I don’t want to fuck around with this. I know I told you I wanted more time to see if I could trust you again. But I kept fucking thinking, what if you got hurt or something worse?”

He placed his cup on my side table and pushed off the sofa, stalking toward me, every step completely full of purpose. His intensity burned so hotly I took a step back, the heat flicking at my skin.

“I wanna give this a go.” My back hit the counter and shortly after, Blizzard was taking the coffee cup from my hands and placing it to the side. His hips pressed against me, and I took the opportunity to trace the tattoos that ran across his chest and down his abdomen. A beautiful pattern of swirls and curves that I remembered him telling me long ago were cultural marks that represented his club family. I took my time, my fingers trailing over the dark markings. He stayed silent as I did, until I couldn’t control myself any longer and leaned forward, beginning to follow the lines with the tip of my tongue. His hand went to my throat, but it wasn’t an aggressive maneuver. It was possessive.

My breath fanned across his chest and he nudged my chin up with his hand. “I can’t predict what might happen. What I do know is, I want you as mine now. We’ve just gotta make it through this. Then we have all the time in the world to figure the rest out.”

I smiled. “I thought I’d fucked it up for good.”

“We all make mistakes, baby. I wouldn’t be where I am today if people hadn’t given me a second chance.” His lips touched mine briefly. “This is gonna be our second chance. We may even need a third or fourth or who fucking knows how many. But as long as there’s this connection between us, I’ll do whatever it takes to make it work if you’ll do the same.”

“Whatever it takes,” I echoed, knowing that the words were true. I would do anything to make sure this worked. Because Blizzard was my end game, he was my happily ever after, my ride or die.

It was only a dream before, but now it was real. There was nothing that would get in the way.

With Rose tucked under my arm as I flicked through the channels on the television, shit felt normal.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t.

We were sitting around, waiting for a phone call to say Edge was here to pick her up.

I was full of trepidation after hearing Rose talk about what had gone on the night before. These guys were into drugs, and while she was adamant that it had only been weed that they’d been passing around, I knew after looking into the club a little further that they were into shit that was a lot harder.

Word was that they’d lost more than a handful of brothers over the years to overdoses. That was a statistic that the Brothers by Blood had never had to deal with because of the way our clubs were run. Brothers didn’t get hooked on the hard stuff. It was a liability and a safety risk to have men who were constantly high off their fucking faces. It made them dangerous and unpredictable, and the Vicious Vultures were already both those things without adding meth and coke into the mix.

I’d known this wasn’t safe from the beginning, but now it was hitting next level and we weren’t ready yet to go in for Lane, so it meant Rose would need to spend at least tonight with these fuckers.

She snuggled in closer to me. “You’re all tense.”

“Just thinking.”

“Stop thinking.” Her hand drifted down my still bare chest, her nails scratching at them lightly. Just enough to excite me, but not enough to cause any pain. She tugged at the top of my jeans and I didn’t object, even lifting my hips to assist her as she pulled them down.

I cleared my throat. “Baby—”

“Stop thinking, Blizzard,” she whispered, wrapping her long fingers around my manhood as she changed her position so she was kneeling next to me.

A satisfied growl came from my throat as she dipped her head and took me into her mouth. She licked and sucked at the head of my cock as her hand worked the shaft. I let my head fall back, my hand gliding down her spine until I reached the curve of her ass. Pulling her robe up so I could feel her smooth skin, I gripped her hair in my other hand and guided her mouth down my cock.

“Jesus,” I groaned. She sucked with force as she pulled her mouth back up. I could feel the saliva dripping from my dick. She wiggled her butt in the air, and I laid a sharp slap on one of her cheeks. She jolted but wiggled it again as she took me inside her mouth once more.

“Didn’t know you liked a little bit of pain with your pleasure,” I mused.

Her mouth released me with a gentle pop. “Neither did I.”

I moaned, slipping my fingers down the crack of her ass until I found her beautiful wet pussy with my fingers. “Glad I’m gonna be the one to help you explore that little kink.” I slipped a finger inside her and she moaned loudly, her lips vibrating around me.

I controlled her pace as her head bobbed up and down, matching each movement with two fingers inside her, every few thrusts pulling out to flick her clit. Her hips began to move with me, pushing back against my hand and her hand took over from her mouth, her breathing becoming so heavy that she was struggling not to choke.

“I want to come.”

The breathless request surprised me, and I realized my girl didn’t just have a little bit of kink in her, she wanted me to take control. I wasn’t into the whole dom and sub thing with sex. I liked my woman to do what she felt was good. It was about making her happy, just as much as it was about making me come. But for Rose, I’d fucking give her whatever she needed to have the best orgasm of her life.

“You wanna come, baby?” I pulled my hand out and slapped her on both cheeks before driving my fingers back inside her.

Her hand tugged at my cock, it was taking everything I had to concentrate on her and not blow my load all over her face.

“Yes, make me come. Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” I grabbed her leg and she squealed as I pulled her across my lap, straddling me. I didn’t give her even a second to breathe before I pressed her hips down and forced my shaft inside her, completely bottoming out.

She threw her head back and cried out, “Blizzard!”

I lifted her hips up, pistoning my hips up and down as I held her in place.

“Come, Rose!”

It was like the most intense wave of pleasure hit us both at the same time. Working its way up our bodies and out our mouths as we both groaned loudly.

“Fuck!” I yelled, spearing her onto my cock one last time as my release filled her.

After a few moments of heavy breathing I leaned forward, nuzzling her robe to the side and took her tight nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. Her pussy contracted around my dick causing my fingers to dig into her hips and my eyes almost rolled back in my head. She fell onto my chest, her head tucking into my shoulder and I took the opportunity to wrap my arms around her slim waist. She felt so good. So fucking perfect in my arms.

“I need to shower and get dressed.” Her breath tickled my ear.

I squeezed her a little tighter. “I think you’re fine right where you are.”

She giggled but didn’t make an attempt to move.

When her cell phone started ringing, I almost picked it up and threw it at the nearest wall. Her body tensed instantly and she scrambled to climb off me, my come sliding down the inside of her legs as she picked up the phone from the coffee table.

It would have been a fucking sexy sight if it wasn’t for the fact that I knew exactly who was on the other end of the line.

I clenched my teeth.

She took a deep breath. “Hello?” Her eyes met mine and she shot me a sympathetic look, mouthing the words
‘I’m sorry.’
She pulled her phone away and looked at the screen before placing it back to her ear. She tightened her robe around her and moved to stand by the small window that looked out onto the parking lot. “Sounds good, I can be ready.”

I felt ill. That was the only way to explain it. Jealousy and fear settled like a heavy rock in my stomach.

“I’m just gonna jump in the shower. Buzz when you get here and I’ll come down.” There was more silence before she giggled. “Like a date?”

I clenched my fists.

“Yeah, yeah. I remember.”

I pushed off the sofa and pulled my jeans up, not caring that my dick was still wet with the mixture of our releases.

“Okay, see you soon.”

She turned to face me with a deep sigh, her eyes widening when she caught the furious look on my face.

“You two sound awfully cozy,” I sneered, folding my arms across my chest.

“Really, Blizzard?” she asked, raising her eyebrow and mirroring my stance.

I took a step toward her. “You forget to mention how close you two are?”

“What are you talking about? I had to get close. I had to make him feel like we were friends. You know this.”

I shook my head. I knew it was just jealousy that had taken over. That this was what she had come here to do. What she needed to do in order to get Lane out of there and bring these guys down. But it hit too close to home. “Just like you did with us.”

She flinched back, almost as if I’d struck her. I watched as her body sagged. “I’m doing this for you. For Judge, and the club. I thought you knew that. I thought after all this that you understood.”

It was like a kick in the nuts. She was right. I’d lost it. She didn’t deserve for me to accuse her like that when I’d just talked about moving forward and past all the bullshit that had happened.

“Baby—”

“No.” She shook her head and stepped away as I moved forward. “Do you have any idea how much it kills me to do this? How much I hate that once again, I have to fake a smile and pretend to be someone else? We can’t do this if every time something happens you have to question whether I’m lying or whether you can trust me.”

“It’s not that.”

“I hurt you. And for the rest of my life, I will regret that. It’s enough that I hate myself for what I’ve done, but I don’t need you or everyone else reminding me of it.” She held her head high, but I could see the tears forming in her eyes.

I didn’t have any words. She was fucking right. If I was going make this work between us, I needed to let it go. “Baby, I’m sorry.”

“I need to get ready. He’ll be here soon, so you better go.” She turned and walked down the hall. I listened as she closed the bathroom door and turned the lock.

I wanted to go to her. But she was right. I needed to get out of here before Edge showed up and I blew everything she’d done. I found my shirt in her room, taking one last look at the bathroom door before stepping out and heading for the truck.

I needed to remind myself that there was always tomorrow. I could talk to her then. We could sort this shit out because despite my asshole tendencies, I wanted this and I wanted her. That wasn’t a question anymore.

Just make it through today.

The slip of paper sitting on my passenger’s seat taunted me. “Fuck,” I groaned out loud, slamming my hand on the steering wheel before turning the key and feeling the truck roar to life.

Dinner with my mother and Judge.

Maybe making it through today would be harder than I thought.