ROUGHNECK: A DARK MOTORCYCLE CLUB ROMANCE (66 page)

M
y body was experiencing
an absolute nirvana that I never, ever dreamt impossible. The way that he knew just how best to tantalize me, to continuously push me to stark new heights…

I had long given up on actually escaping my restraints by now. Trent, to my great surprise, had quickly but adeptly improvised bindings that kept my wrists pinned down to the arms of the patio chair.

Truth be told, I wasn’t actually all that eager to get out of them…that was, up until the endless torture of his teasing.

Oh god, his fucking teasing.

It was driving me insane.

All I wanted to do was feeling his deep, animalistic penetration. I craved the touch of his huge cock deep inside me, the thrusting of his magnificent girth to stretch me to my limits.

With the blindfold of my shredded shirt still blinding my sight, I had been drowned in blackness from the start. My senses were on maximum overload, puckering for his definitive pressure and the intensity of his loving attention.

That’s why, when I finally felt the tip of his bulbous crown gently parting my lips down below, I felt an overwhelming
need
to be completely and utterly dominated by him.

But wait.

No.

No, don’t you fucking do this to me.

Instead of pushing the crown deep into me, he was merely toying with me further. I could feel it push apart my lips, sliding along the nerve endings outside, but never thrusting inward.

Goddammit.

He’s STILL TEASING ME.

Furiously, I fought against the restraints again, but they were so tight. I couldn’t get any leverage to even
begin
to free my wrists.

Instead, I had to lie there and accept my fate.

I mean, there
are
worse fates.

But this? This was absolute torture.

…Torture of the most satisfying kind.

“Are you ready for me?” He whispered, pausing his diabolical teasing for just a moment as I caught my breath.

Biting my lower lip flirtatiously but needfully, I nodded enthusiastically to him.

“Good,” he murmured, but his tone…

Something was off.

Only then did I realize the mistake.

He
wanted
me to stay enthusiastic.

But would it change his behavior?

Would he finally fit himself inside me?

His satisfied groan as he resumed teasing the lining of my drenched, sopping pussy told me that
no, it didn’t change a goddamn thing.

UGH.

GOD.

DAMN.

IT.

ALL.

TO.

HELL.

“If you don’t fuck me now, I swear to all that is out there that I will make you
absolutely regret this
,” I cursed him.

“You sound like you mean that,” he chuckled.

“Look. Me. In. The. Eyes.”

“I can’t…got a little something in the way,” he laughed cockily as he continued teasing my body.

“
Ohhhh…you are going to feel my wrath,
” I started giggling madly. “I am going to rip you to pieces when I’m free from these!”

For emphasis, I tugged violently at the bindings.

“I’m sure you are,” he whispered, “but I need to believe that you’ll never run off like that again. And the only way to be sure is to condition you…through a marathon of mind-breaking teasing. Wouldn’t you say so?”

“Trent, I am
never
going to run again,” I pleaded desperately. “Never. Ever.”

“It’s you and me,” he told me.

“That’s right. You and me.”

“Forever?”

“
Forever
.”

I didn’t even realize what I was saying until after I’d spoken the words, but I gasped with understanding.

Did he mean that?

Did he want me to stay forever?

I didn’t have time to dwell on this, because suddenly, his cock slammed
hard
into me.

My body was driven over the edge as he began furiously fucking me, his weight pushing down over me.

He was fiddling with something briefly to the side, and then the back to my chair collapsed down.

With a slight, padded thud, I realized that I was on my back, my bindings still securing me in place, and he was pushing down on top of me. His majestic, furious cock was penetrating me, over and over, again and again…

And I almost immediately came harder than I thought was humanly possible.

My brain practically whited out in complete, ethereal bliss as the punishing string of climaxes robbed me of all rational thought. The intense collective release left a tremendous ache all across my body. It was only as I began regaining my senses that I realized my tension had loosened my bindings.

Within an instant, I’d ripped my wrists free and thrown myself up from him, tearing the blindfold from my eyes.

As I glared down at Trent, sitting up to face me, his surprise fell way to what was
almost
fear.

“You look
pissed
,” he stammered out.

With a snarl, I descended, shoving him onto his back on the unfolded patio chair, where I had just been lying.

“MY TURN,” I furiously told him.

Grabbing his long cock with my hand, I lowered myself down onto it.

“You’ve been in control all this time…”

I moaned hungrily, feeling the overwhelming power of his cock slipping deep inside me. With a deep gasp, I struggled to keep my mind clear.

“…And now,
I’m
in control. Because you and I… We are partners now.
Equals.
”

Trent’s lip curled, but he didn’t contest this.

I lowered myself down
hard
onto his cock, and we both shuddered together with pleasure.

“And that means, from now on…we’re on the same page, you and I…”

I thrust down again.

“No secrets…”

And again.

“No fears…”

And again.

“No running away.”

Trent’s fingertips dug deep into my skin as he threw his head back in ecstasy. I don’t think he remembered what it was like to relinquish even a
tiny
bit of control.

“You and me, Angel,” he whispered seductively. “You and me against the fucking world.”

“That’s right,” I murmured, leaning forward to grasp onto his shoulders. I rolled my hips into his, and he thrust up to meet my movements. “You and I are a
team
. And from this point on… I won’t run, and you won’t control. We’ll be a force to be reckoned with.”

“You’re goddamn right,” he smiled.

I leant down, sealing the promise with a kiss. It wasn’t a hungry, lustful kiss between us – but that doesn’t mean it was any less passionate than any other kiss we’d ever had.

As we pulled away, we were in a different world together.

We were unified.

We were one.

We were together, in body and mind.

“Are you ready for this?” I whispered.

“Show me what you’ve got,” he grinned cockily.

I rolled my hips down against his again, harder than ever, and he practically let loose in the instant.

“For the rest of tonight, I’m calling the shots,” I told him. “And you’re going to be okay with that.”

“I already am.”

“Good,” I cooed, rocking against his body.

And for the rest of the night, we didn’t fuck. We weren’t at it like hungry, ravenous teenagers, sloppily banging with complete, animalistic abandon.

Instead…

We made wild, passionate, furious love.

And it was the second-best night of my life.

As for the
best
night…

A
s I nodded tearfully
with what must have been a ridiculously goofy smile, the roomful of pop stars and rock musicians burst into thunderously cheerful applause. Trent, happier than I had ever seen him, almost fumbled the ring as he slipped it up onto my finger.

Living with a mega rockstar for twelve months had been an enlightening experience. I’d adjusted to his world now – the endless promos, the record deals, even the paparazzi.

Trent Masters and the Whiplash
dissolved a few weeks after we arrived back home, citing “creative differences.”

Of course, I knew what really happened.

It had ended with split lips and broken bones.

The other musicians were off doing their own thing – the last I’d heard of them, they had tried to pull together a new band with pair of new singers, but were inwardly struggling to define their sound. It wasn’t looking hopeful.

And that was
before
dreadlocked Waylon wound up with possible charges of sex with a fan
just below
the age of consent. It was still inconclusive, but from what Trent had told me… it was probably inevitable.

Trent, meanwhile, had rescued his old bassist from that fate. Terence, ever quiet and studious, was a talented professional of several instruments. With Trent on vocals, acoustic, and electric guitar, Terence handled bass, piano, and occasionally violin duties.

But they still needed a third.

I politely declined when they originally approached me to play drums. I didn’t have any professional training, but they were convinced that my ability to keep rhythm was all I needed to get started. I practiced day and night…

Turned out, it worked. The two of them kept throwing out words like “a natural” and “drumming prodigy”, but I didn’t really believe any of that. I wanted this, and these days, I was willing to work hard and take what I wanted.

Together, we called ourselves
The Tonic Electronic
, quickly striking out a single that surprisingly found its way onto on the Billboard Top Ten. A few months later came our debut EP, up for critical acclaim and routine radio play.

I just liked the feel of the drumsticks in my hands. Although we knew we weren’t going to tour much, I loved knowing that I was onstage with my lover and our friend – making music that drew large, dedicated crowds.

It didn’t hurt that, while I completely trusted Trent, I got to watch him routinely turn down thirsty, lustful groupies and send them towards our very grateful stud of a musician.

Trent’s repeat success had also drawn the attention of a major label veteran – and that friendship quickly blossomed into mentorship. Guided every step of the way, he was weeks away from formally debuting his own label,
Whiplash Records.

Not only were we self-representing, a couple of other singers wanting to go solo had already headhunted Trent to support them. He was just putting the finishing touches on the proper team of studio professionals to see their careers rise.

Some of them were here this night, watching Trent propose to me. I’d naively thought this was some kind of a label pre-launch party, which is why I’d been surprised when other Top 40 musicians had been present.

As the champagne popped, and musical celebrities came to offer their congratulations, I realized that I had found my place in the world – a place beside the man who had always looked out for me and kept the evil men in my life away.

With that said, though, my distorted memories from before the accident were probably never going to come back…

But you know what?

I didn’t need them.

This new life of mine that Trent and I had forged together was perfect, just the way that it was. And now, with his ring on my finger, I knew that we were going to be happy together for the rest of our lives… I even took the time to let Old Greg know about it… It just felt right.

While we enjoyed the company of our friends, my fingers slipped into my pocket for my phone. I was going to make a post to Facebook for our fans to see. That’s when my fingers brushed against the folded sheet of paper – the results from my surprise exam earlier today.

I hadn’t even told him my big surprise yet.

Trent was going to be a daddy.

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