Horse (Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club Book 6) (11 page)

Gabby

My heart beat a million times a minute as I breathed a constant stream of, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes,” to my great big Bear.

He’d taken me back to his house, and soaped and rinsed every millimeter of my skin and hair at least three times before taking me out and drying me with his energy.

Bears are solitary, so there’s no King or Alpha. No one to decide who the biggest, baddest bear is. No one pulls them all together and leads them. I have no idea where he falls on the non-existent hierarchy, but he’s one of the five strongest shifters I’ve had sex with — and the other four were all either Alphas or Kings.

And at the moment, my big strong Bear had his face buried between my legs bringing me to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. His tongue, his lips, his breath — he knew how to work everything in concert to take me from crescendo to crescendo.

Ranger and Mac had followed us here and given the okay that I could stay with Horse as long as he was here, but said I’d need to go to Aaron’s if Horse couldn’t be with me.

And now they were gone and I was begging for Horse’s cock.

“Four more orgasms and you can have it, Gabs.”

“Dammit, Horse! Please don’t make me—” his lips sealed around my clit and his tongue flicked it
just
right, and my spine arched, my head tilted until I could see the headboard before my eyes rolled back in my head, and I was sure everyone in a five-mile radius could hear my screams despite the fact we were underground.

Three orgasms later he finally gave me what I wanted, and as his thick cock spread me open my groan was so deep it startled me. I had no idea I had access to such low octaves, and it made me giggle as I pushed my hips up to take his length and girth into me.

“Love seeing you happy, Gabs.”

“I’ve only told four people I loved them in my entire life — my mom, dad, aunt, and… someone else.” God, why had I brought him up? It was a silly teenage crush in Faerie. I rushed to get my next words out. “I love the way you make me feel. I love being with you. I think I might be falling in love with you.”

His mouth came down on mine, hot, fierce, greedy. My gentle bear claimed me with his mouth while his hips moved ever-so-slowly and his breath caught on my name as he made love to me.

Damn, he was making
love
to me.

I’d been trying to make him lose control, but now I slowed my hips and met his rhythm, making love right back. I arched and offered myself to him, absorbed each sensual, slow inch, and shuddered with sensations as I let every one of my shields down and bared my heart to him.

“I’ve loved you since the first day I met you, Gabriella.” I felt his shields come down as well, and I got all of him without an orgasm. His heat and power washed over me, but instead of overpowering me it lifted me up. I was starved for him, and my hands trailed over his body as my hips moved with his and our dance slowly gained momentum — our gazes locked on one other, our souls fused into one.

Pleasure hit us both in a wild detonation of sensations, and reality splintered into colors as if I were awash in a sea of confetti, and gravity didn’t exist. Now my heart felt as if it might explode and I felt his raging as well, our slick bodies thrusting and pounding, too fast and yet not fast enough. My vision dimmed but I could still see my lover’s face, could see his love for me, and I felt every ounce of his pleasure through our shared bond.

When at last I collapsed and fell back into reality, the roaring in my ears subsided, my vision returned, and I stopped gasping for air, Horse’s arms were around me and I could still
feel
him. He, too, was trying to orient himself in this new reality, and still trying to get enough oxygen into his body so he could stop gasping for air.

* * * *

I must have passed out during or after my orgasm, because I awakened with a start — a cold washcloth on my forehead and Horse’s concerned face hovering over mine.

My heart skipped in my chest and it took two tries before I could speak, but the first words out of my mouth were, “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Are you okay?”

I did a quick inventory. “God, yes, but I need some water.”

I sat up and leaned against the headboard while he went to get my water, and my eyes followed the angled planes of his ass and thighs as he walked out. I couldn’t help my huge smile when he returned and I got the view of my big bear in human form from the front. God, he was a beautiful man.

He handed me the glass and watched me drink, and when I was finally sated, he said, “I was so damned worried about you last night. I’m sorry you couldn’t reach me when you needed me.”

“Don’t apologize. I knew you were in the middle of something, and between the cops, Marshal Faulkner, and Ranger, I was more than taken care of. It’s okay.”

He shook his head. “It isn’t. The ol’ladies have a way to contact the control room when we’re on an op. You have to be officially mine — it means you have to accept a vest I give you that’ll say you’re my property, before I can give you access.”

I’d seen Angelica’s vest the night before, though none of the other women had been wearing theirs.

I nodded. “I don’t have a problem with the wording, as long as I don’t have to wear it out in regular society, because I don’t think they’ll understand. I get that being your property means we belong to each other, but most humans will see it as derogatory, I think.”

He kissed my forehead. “Part of biker culture is not giving a fuck what other people think, but in answer to your question, you’ll have to wear it when the club goes on long rides to other cities, or when we host other clubs here. There may be other situations, but it’ll be when a whole bunch of bikers are together, usually.”

He’d put my glass on the side table, and now he sat beside me and pulled me into his lap. I turned my head so my lips touched his shoulder, and held them there. I needed the connection of earlier, needed to show him how I felt, and a simple
I love you
didn’t seem enough.

His lips brushed the top of my head as his warm embrace pulled me closer, and I rested my head on his arm and let him cuddle me. We’d gone beyond the need for words.

My heart belonged to Horse, but he’d given me his as well.

Horse

Before Nathan had arrived at the Drake Security offices with Gabby, Aaron had told me her energy wasn’t right. I’d known it, but until he said something about it, I’d been able to ignore it.

Now, there was no way to pretend she wasn’t taking on so much of my essence that she smelled half-rabbit and half-bear.

Sex with the Amakhosi — The Lion King — would help, but she needed to spend time with men who weren’t predators, too.

“There’s a commune of deer shifters just outside of town,” I told her over our midnight snack.

She seemed to know the direction of my thoughts, and said, “I’ve had regular sex with the Rabbit King, in Faerie, and I’m sure he’d appreciate an energy exchange with me right now.”

The Rabbit King? Really? “It occurs to me I don’t know much about your family.” Her aunt managed to get her under the protection of The Dragon King, perhaps I should’ve asked earlier, but she’s been so secretive about her past it’d seemed wise not to push.

She shrugged, suddenly uncomfortable. “King Neville is technically my great uncle, but that isn’t a big deal amongst Rabbits in the Summerlands. There are dozens with closer ties to him than mine.”

“I remember you saying your dad was minor royalty, but you weren’t because of who your mom was?” I tried to figure the relationships out, but wasn’t sure of where everyone fit. “How does your aunt fall in the hierarchy? No wonder she knew The Dragon King.”

“Aunt Bea and Aaron had a fling for a while, and they’re still good friends.”

“Your dad would’ve been… the King’s brother? No, his nephew, maybe?”

She shook her head. “Let’s start over. Bea is my great aunt, and is my dad’s mother’s sister.” I was still working it through in my head, and she added, “Aunt Bea, my paternal grandmother, and the King are siblings.”

“Why didn’t your grandparents take you in when you returned to Faerie?”

“It was determined they screwed up somewhere when they raised my dad, so they wouldn’t get an opportunity to mess me up as well. Rabbits are officially aligned with Queen Titania, because our King is, but when the news of what he’d done broke in Faerie, my grandparents were sent to Queen Mab to be treated as she saw fit.”

“That’s…. harsh.”

She shrugged. “They could’ve accepted my mom so my dad didn’t have to leave to be with her. Not allowing her into the family was their decision, and I can’t find it in my heart to feel sorry for them. If I’d let everyone know who I really am when I came back, my aunt would’ve seen to it I was officially let into the family, but I don’t want anyone knowing who I am.”

“Will you go to Faerie alone, or do you think you can wrangle me an invitation?”

“If I can get you an invitation…” She paused so long I wasn’t sure she’d finish her thought, but I didn’t rush her. “If you’re to be accepted as my mate, you’ll have to kneel to the Rabbit King and accept his rule over you while you’re in the Summerlands.”

I’ve never knelt to anyone in my life. I’ve bowed ever-so-slightly a few times to show respect to royalty of other species during ceremonies or special occasions, but not in everyday interaction.
Could
I kneel to a Rabbit? I wasn’t sure.

“Give me some time to look into it and explore how I feel? I want to go there with you and meet your family, but I need to be sure I can give the proper respect before I do.”

“Thanks for giving this the thought it needs.” Her smile told me she was relieved I understood the ramifications. “It’s a big deal, and I get that. I’ll be fine with whatever you decide.” She lifted my hand and kissed it before putting it back down. I loved the proprietary way she handled me now, after she’d been so scared at first. “If you just want to go as my good friend, but not my mate, you can get away with a slight bow, and you won’t have to accept his rule over you.”

“Good to know.”

“Did you know Nathan is the Amakhosi?”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t know until after the meeting, when one of the cats in the hallway bowed and called him Your Highness.” She kissed my hand again before asking, “How much do you want to know about me with others? I mean, Rabbits talk to each other about
everything
, so even if I was seeing someone kind of serious, if I had amazing sex with someone else, I could tell him about it without it being weird.” She shrugged. “Some species are okay with me fucking whoever, but they don’t want to hear about it.”

“Bears don’t get jealous, Gabs. I love you, and that means I want to know
everything
. Your happiness makes me happy, so I want you to have great sex with the lovers you’ll take on. I never want you to censor yourself around me. If it’s important to you, or was a good experience you want to share, I want to hear it.”

I felt some tension leave her body. She was happy she’d be able to talk to me about it, and I leaned forward to brush my lips across hers. My bunny
loves
sex, and I wouldn’t want to curtail her playing for anything.

She kissed me back, but then her brow wrinkled as she said, “I haven’t smelled anyone else on you, and you have to know I’m good with you having sex with others too, right?”

I nodded. “Right now, this is new and I’m not interested in anyone else. That’s another Bear thing, I think, because I know at some point I’ll want to fuck someone else — it just hasn’t happened yet.”

“Well, when it does, please don’t feel like you need to hide it, or fight it, or whatever. Tell me about it — before if you know about it before, and if not then after’s fine, too. I don’t care, as long as you’re open and honest.”

I leaned forward and kissed her nose with a smile. “Deal. Now go call the Lion King and tell him we’ve talked, and ask him when he wants to get together. You need someone else’s energy before I fuck you again, and we both know it.”

She shook her head, “We need to have a conversation before I call him. You haven’t taken my ass, and I don’t think Nathan’s going to let me put those kinds of limits on him.”

I sighed, knowing she was right. “Every time someone takes you in the ass, it’s like your first time, right? Rabbits don’t get de-virginized back there.”

She nodded, and I asked, “Do you want me to take you there?”

I smelled her conflict and wished I hadn’t had to ask, but we needed to talk about it.

“I’m not sure I can answer that,” she said, meeting my gaze, “because it depends on how you’ll feel about it. If you need to own all of me, if it’s important for you to take my ass, then we should do it — if you enjoy taking me and hurting me with your cock then I’ll enjoy the pain, but if you hate every second of hurting me, I’ll hate it, too.”

Neither of us said anything for a few seconds and she added, “If you aren’t taking my ass and I find out you’re taking someone else’s, it’ll hurt my feelings. I don’t want to do the reverse, and let someone take mine when it isn’t something you do to me.”

“I might want to take you there eventually, but I’m not prepared to hurt you right now. I won’t be upset or jealous if the Amakhosi can make you enjoy it, Gabs. You’re good.
We’re
good. Now call him and set something up.”