Lucien's War (11 page)

“So
good.
You’re doing so
good
.” He kissed the top of her head
and continued to push into her.

The
stretching and burning sensation was intense, but when he was fully inside of
her she sighed. The feeling of being completely filled by the man she loved was
breathtaking, and then when he cupped both sides of her face and kissed
possessively, her pussy clenched around him.

“Callie…”
Lucien said softly, but harshly, and started moving back and forth in her, slow
and easy at first. The broad head of his dick stretched her unused muscles when
he got to the entrance of her body, and then he pushed into her again. He did
this over and over again until she was sweating with pressure and pleasure.
With every inch he sank into her, Callie felt filled, claimed.

“So
good, Callie baby.”

Oh God.

He
leaned back slightly and watched himself push into her and pull back out. She
rose up on her elbows, saw the massive, long, thick length of him pull out of
her, and her eyes widened at the sight of her blood covering his cock. It
wasn’t a lot, just a few streaks of red, but it was as if that sight meant
something a hell of a lot more serious.

“It
is
fucking serious, Callie.” Lucien
said, and she realized she must have spoken out loud. “It means that you’re
mine, that this sweet fucking virgin pussy will only ever be mine. I claimed
you, took your cherry, and because of that I can’t let you go.” He growled out
the words, and thrust back into her. The play of muscles that rippled along his
shoulders and biceps spoke of his strength, and a gush of moisture slipped from
her, further aiding in his penetration. He pulled out slowly and pushed back
in. Over and over he did this, slow and easy thrusts that had her lifting her
hips in hopes he’d go faster. Beads of sweat dotted his brow and slid down his
temple. The force it took for him to control himself was astounding, but she
didn’t want gentle, even though this was her first time. She wanted his sweat
to drip on her as he pounded into her body. She wanted to just …
feel
Lucien Silver.

“I
know you’re holding back, and I don’t want that, Lucien.” Something shifted
behind his eyes after she spoke, and his movements picked up, as if he couldn’t
control himself. His cock slid in and out of her, growing faster and faster as
his hips slapped against hers and the sound of wet flesh filled the room.

“
Christ
, Callie,” Lucien said harshly. He
pushed himself up, leaning back on his haunches, and gripped her inner thighs.
He pushed her legs impossibly wider and stared down at where his cock sank into
her pussy. When he lifted his gaze back to hers he said hoarsely, “Look. Watch
as I take you.”

The
pleasure was insurmountable, but when she braced herself on her elbows and
stared down at where their bodies met once again, the ecstasy rose. He pulled
his cock almost all the way out, and the glossiness from her cream and her
virgin blood shone under the moonlight that came through the window. He placed
his thumb on her clit and moved the bundle of nerves back and forth, over and
over, and then she exploded without any preamble.

Lights
flashed before her eyes as her orgasm claimed her. But Lucien didn’t relent as
he
pistoned
in and out of her, drawing her climax to
the peak then keeping it there until she couldn’t breathe. When the world came back
into focus the image before her had her arousal racing to the forefront again.
He looked wild, untamed, and full of heat. Sweat dripped down his chest in
droplets and landed on her breasts. His short hair was wet from his
perspiration, but he had never looked so good to her. Before she could even
blink, Lucien moved onto his back and had her straddling him. His hands were on
her waist, and he lifted her, forcing his cock to almost slip out before he
impaled her on him again. Callie’s head spun as he did this continuously. All
she could do was brace herself with her hands on his chest as he fucked her on
his shaft.

Grunts
and groans left him and grew louder and louder. She knew he was close. Taking
matters into
her own
hands, Callie pressed all the way
down on him and ground her pussy on his pelvis. She was sensitive, sore even,
but she wasn’t going to stop this. A gasp left her when her clit rubbed against
the short, coarse hairs of his lower belly.
 

“Yeah,
Callie.
Fuck,
baby
.” He tightened his hold on
her waist as she took over the rocking motions. Up and down she moved
,
sinking harder and faster on his cock until her head grew
dizzy from it all. She was going to come again.

The
taste of sweet release was so close that on the next down stroke she ground her
clit against him. The explosion inside of her rivaled the one before. Callie
threw her head back and cried out as her pussy clamped down on his cock. Lucien
dug his fingertips into her, and his low, animalistic grunt signaled he’d found
his own release. If it were even possible, she felt him harden even further
inside of her.

She
collapsed against his chest, their skin sweaty and their breathing cacophonous.
He wrapped his arms around her and rolled so they were on their sides facing
each other. The heavy length of him was still buried inside of her, and spasms
continued to travel through her. Closing her eyes and resting her forehead on
his damp chest, she listened to the sound of his heart beating.

After
several minutes of silence, and the feel of Lucien stroking his fingers up and
down her back, she pushed back and braced herself on an elbow, staring down at
him. For a second he just stared at her, and then lifted his hand to cup her
cheek.

“What
is it, baby?” he said softly.

“Nothing.”
She smiled.
“Well, that’s not true. I’m just worried about how all of this will play out
with my dad and the club when all of this comes to light.” She lay on her side
and stared at the ceiling. The bed was small, barely big enough to hold her,
but having Lucien’s massive body on it, too, required her to be pressed right
up against him, nearly lying on top of him. “Because I don’t want this to be
the only time we see each other.” She looked over at him. He was staring at the
ceiling, his jaw locked tight as he looked deep in thought. She had
contemplated not saying anything, not wanting to ruin this moment, but it
needed to be said, because that was their reality. “I love you, Lucien,” she
said softly, and when he looked at her Callie’s heart jumped in her throat.

“Everything
will work out, Callie, because I’ll make sure it does.” He kissed her on the
forehead again, and she loved this gentleness in him. “Because I’ve never loved
anyone the way I love you, and I meant it when I said I wouldn’t let anyone or
anything take you away from me.”

Chapter Nine

Lucien
grabbed a tool from beside him and started taking apart the engine in the
rusted out Harley. He had been in the garage at the clubhouse for the last
three hours, and mainly it was to keep his mind off Callie. It had been two
long fucking weeks since he had been with her, and to say that it was damn hard
was an understatement. But she had been staying busy by packing up the rest of
her things for school.

Did
it suck that she’d be several hours away when they had just started being with
each other? Yeah, it fucking sucked, but he wasn’t going to hold her back by
being a selfish bastard. She needed to go to college, to learn and make
something huge out of
herself
, even if she had told
him she didn’t know what she wanted to do with her life. The point was she was
out there taking the initiative, and that was what he wanted for her. She was a
smart young woman—
his
woman—and he
wouldn’t tell her what she should and shouldn’t do when it came to living her
life. Now, those fuckers that she’d be going to school with, well, they better
watch their damn manners, and keep their hands to themselves, because if they
so much as looked at her wrong and he found out he’d beat their asses to the
ground. Lucien never pretended to be something he wasn’t. He had always been a
violent man toward the ones that wronged him or the ones he considered his
family. But with Callie he found himself even more possessive, dominant, and he
didn’t care if others saw how he acted toward her as being over the top alpha.

Being
inside of her that one time hadn’t quenched his need for her, and in fact made
him want her more, made him feel like this possessive obsessed animal that
couldn’t stop until she was his.
But she
was
Lucien’s, and nothing would change that. He sure as fuck wasn’t
an insecure man, and knew what he wanted in all things, but he also felt a
little unsure about where he was going with Callie because he’d never felt this
way before. He ached for her, but not just to be with her sexually. He wanted
to hold her, to kiss her. Hell, he’d even settle on going for a ride with her
on his Harley and sitting there in silence. He just wanted
her
.

Talking
on the phone to her in private, and making sure none of the other members heard
them, made him feel like a sneaky fucking bastard. It wasn’t like he didn’t
want to tell Kink that he loved Callie with this deep-rooted need that bordered
on obsession. He needed to go about this the right way, because as it was he
had fucked up big time by not telling Kink how he felt for Callie right away.
It was more about the timing. He had been trying to decide how to go about
this, but the last couple of weeks had opened his eyes to a lot of things: his
feelings, what he wanted out of life, and what he wanted with Callie. This was
a sensitive subject, and it wasn’t like he was just going to come out and tell
Kink that not only was he fucking his daughter, but that he was also madly in
love with her. He wanted a life with Callie, wanted to have a family one day
with her. She needed to have her own life, experience things, too, but he only
wanted her. He might have never felt this way, or wanted an old lady, but she
was his, he had claimed her, and nothing would change his mind on the end
result.

They
needed to tell Kink, and the other members, too, because this involved them as
well. A club member didn’t keep things from his brothers, but Lucien was doing
just that and he felt like a piece of shit because of it.

His
cell rang, and he grabbed a rag and cleaned his hands off before answering it.
He saw the flash of Callie’s number on his screen, and he felt like a damn
teenager for how happy he was when he saw that it was her. Lucien stood and
glanced out the open bay doors of the garage. He made sure he was alone, and
then he answered the phone.

“Hey,
baby.” He turned away from the clubhouse and went to his workbench.

“Hey
yourself,” she said softly.

He
was getting hard just from hearing her voice. “You nearly packed?” She’d be
heading off to the university next weekend—only a few days away—and only be
coming back to River Run for holidays and on weekends, and that was going to be
damn hard. But he didn’t cancel out the fact he was probably going to show up
randomly, just to make sure she was okay, and to tame the urge to touch her on
a constant basis.

“I
am, but I was thinking…” She paused, and he knew what she was going to say.

He
turned and looked at the clubhouse, saw Kink leaving with a few of the other
guys, and felt this gut-wrenching ache of betrayal. Lucien closed his eyes and
exhaled roughly. He knew that he couldn’t betray Kink anymore. “Baby—”

 
“Lucien, I can’t do this behind my dad’s back
anymore. We have to tell him about us.”

He
breathed out, feeling this relief fill him, but it was short-lived when Kink
stopped and waved at him.

“Later,
brother.
I’m heading home to be with my girls,” Kink shouted out, and Lucien lifted his
hand goodbye.

“Yeah,
baby, we need to tell him now, because this is a bad situation already, and the
longer we keep it from him the worse it’ll get.” He wasn’t about to tell her
that when they did tell Kink he would go bat-shit crazy, kick Lucien’s ass, and
worry about the damage afterwards.

“I
know.” She sighed, and he hated that she was feeling this way. “How about you
come over tomorrow? We’ll have dinner, and we can tell my dad together?” She
sounded unsure, a little frightened, and he hated that she was feeling these
turbulent emotions.

“Callie,
everything will be okay. I’ll make sure it is.” He wanted to pull her close
right now, to hold her, kiss her, and make sure she didn’t feel like this.
Yeah, he was totally fucking gone for this woman, and there was no changing the
fact that it would only get more intense.

“I’ll
text you the time to come over, but I want this out of the way, Lucien. I don’t
want to have to talk to you behind anyone’s back. I don’t want to hide my
relationship with you, and I hope you wouldn’t either.”

“No,
baby.
The last thing I want to do is keep how I feel for you in the dark. I’ve
already done it for too long.” She was breaking his fucking heart. Of course he
didn’t want to hide their relationship, and although they didn’t have some
childish title to go along with what was happening with them, she was his and
that was more than any boyfriend or girlfriend label that someone came up with.
He was old enough to know what he wanted in life, and that what he had with
Callie was real. “Baby, I want to be able to hold you, kiss you, and have my
way with you anytime and anywhere. I don’t want to have to do anything behind someone’s
back, least of all a Menace brother.”