ROUGHNECK: A DARK MOTORCYCLE CLUB ROMANCE (8 page)

I
never saw this coming
. I’m still not sure I believed it was happening. Hale’s hulking form balanced itself over me. His hot mouth blew unrestrained passion against my neck.

I wanted him to devour me.

“You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?”

The whisper danced off of his lips to tickle the lobe of my ear.

I couldn’t have responded even if I
did
know what to say. It was a small miracle that I maintained my faculties enough to savor his piney scent. My senses heightened to a level they had never before achieved. It was as if every breath against my flushed skin had a ripple effect. Each time his thumb pressed down on the little spot above my hip bone the world seemed to explode with colors. Every one of his tensed muscles created a different kind of excitement within me.

This was no longer a fantasy. Each and every night since I went to pull Jared out of that bar, Hale Murphy had taken real estate in my mind. The dreams were usually hard and fast. He’d taken my subconscious the way I hoped he would now take my body.

Hale gripped for my wrists. With ease, he pinned them high above my head, letting them sink deep into the oversized pillow I kept propped against the headboard. If there was ever any doubt about who was in control, there wouldn’t be now.

“If this is what you want, you’re gonna work,” he growled, “but not as hard as me.”

I was curious to know exactly what he meant by that, but not so foolhardy as to question him. Either way, I understood the implication.

The full weight of his body settled next to me on the plush mattress. The iron hold he had on my wrists didn’t waver.

With his free hand, he began to draw little circles on my bare thigh. Such a delicate maneuver by such rough fingers brought with it a peculiar feel. It was purely primal.

He danced up my leg until he landed on my flexed hip. My ankles had been crossed, but I could no longer contain the yearning I felt between my legs. There was no point in trying to conceal the wet predicament that had come to pass. It was clear now that he knew exactly what I wanted the very moment he pinned me down with his eyes in that bar.

That last bit of self-control was the only thing keeping me from trapping his hand between my knees and inviting him in. Instead he continued on, going only where he wanted.

Just to see if I could, I dug my heels in to the bed and leveraged myself against his restraining hand. I bucked, then jerked down with all of my strength. The hold didn’t budge an inch.

The wide-eyed look I gave seemed to confirm the only thing running through his head.
I belonged to him now.

Up my side and under my arm went his beaten fingers, drawing those circles the whole time. I desperately wanted him the move to my breasts. My nipples were so hard and sensitive beneath the firm support of my woven fabric bra. Although the words wouldn’t come from my mouth, I screamed in my head for him to grab me… to manhandle me. The teasing was almost enough to make me cry. I knew my muscles would be sore from staying so tense for so long. It would be worth it.

But he didn’t go to my soft, full breast. He stayed the course, lightly brushing my collar bone before moving his hand beneath my chin. The steely gaze hit me like a bullet train. It took me back to that first night in the bar. It was so intense I could almost feel like I was there again, wishing he were this close.

I opened my mouth to say something… anything to break the control he had over me, if just for a second. But before I could, he leaned forward, pressing his hungry lips against mine. For all the dreams, all the sideways glances I’d given, nothing could prepare me for the feeling of kissing him for the second time.

Burning desire radiated off of him. The firm hold loosened from my wrists and moved to my chin. Something told me not to drop my hands. It was unspoken, but I wasn’t supposed to yet.

I cuddled into him as our lips locked in solid embrace. His tongue poked against mine and mine against his. The stubble on his chin and below his lower lip was harsh, but wanted against my soft skin.

My feet kicked out against nothing.

Hale’s big hands clamped down over my shoulders and then started to move down my back. When he got to the top of my butt, he stopped and held me tight. His mouth pulled away from mine and I chased after him like an eager high school girl. He tilted his gaze down so that our foreheads would meet and stop my pursuit. If he saw the red in my cheeks deepen from the embarrassment, he didn’t mention it.

His mouth dropped to my neck and I swear his lips sizzled when they touched. Hale bit lightly at the hollow under my jaw line. Adrenaline surged through my body. Something about his soft mouth and his heavy hands put me into overdrive.

Just as I was wondering how long I would have to keep my hands to myself, he reached up and jerked them down to my sides. As if they were controlled by outside forces, they bounced off that pillow top and shot to his squared chest.

His plain white t-shirt had a smattering of oil drops on the shoulder from when he’d been tuning up his bike earlier. I let my hands grope at his solid pecs.

“Push me away,” he demanded in the most pained whisper I’d ever heard.

I shook my head in a way that told him I didn’t quite understand.

“Push me away!”

This time it was more of a snarl than a whisper. He said it between bursts of frantic sucking at my neckline. My head spun like a top.

Hale grabbed forcefully at the crook of my knee, pushing it toward my body. My foot drew against the inside of his thigh and over the thrumming bulge in his jeans before he placed it firmly in his midsection. I got the point. He wanted me to do it because he couldn’t.

More out of reaction than due to conscious thought, I tried to push him off of me with the ball of my foot. It was like trying to move a tank. Accepting the challenge, I steadied myself with two hands against the headboard and shoved against him with both feet.

The individual outline of each flexed abdominal muscles was apparent under my toes. He let out a grunt. Something akin to pleasure mixed with frustration. Gradually, he tore away from me. He still strained for my neck with insatiable energy. When I got him far enough away to fully extend my legs, he rocked back on his knees and smiled.

I watched him reach an arm over his broad back and grip the t-shirt. His smooth, sinewy body was incredibly flexible. He took a handful of the shirt and deftly yanked it up over his head and away from his frame. He tossed the rumpled shirt toward the corner of the room.

Sat before me, ready to spring like a jaguar, was my biker in full form. His body was taught and tan. There wasn’t a change in skin tone from where his bare arms normally escaped the holes of his leather cut. His entire upper half held the same olive hue. The look on his face was like that of a starving man, standing over a feast, just forcing himself to wait for one second longer.

“I’ve been obsessed with taking that pussy since you first stumbled into Johnny’s all pissed off and uncomfortable.”

“And how did you know that I would like you?”

A smirk jumped across his face.

“Darlin’ the way you were stumbling over your words… you didn’t have a chance. When I walked up, you all but forgot your own name.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Your face gives away a lot more than you know. And then when you turned that tight ass on me and stepped hard on your way out the door… well that just confirmed it.”

“That’s what you think.”

“Is it? Well, I can leave if you want me to.”

I wanted to slap that superior look right off his face. He dared me to, too, when he took another self-indulgent and unabashed look at the wet spot between my legs.

I didn’t know whether to be offended or flattered. The arrogant prick just told me he
decided
he was going to fuck me the first time we met. But who was I kidding? The anticipation that was hanging in the air between us was almost palpable.

My shoulders involuntarily moved toward my ears as I tried to conceal the need on my face.

“Didn’t think so,” he said.

Hale lunged forward. I met him half way. I was in his lap in the span of two heartbeats. My fingers found themselves tangled in the back of his thick hair as I pushed forward to find his mouth again. He held me at bay, though, so he could place a firm bite on the back of my neck.

Like a lion pulling down his prey, he held his teeth firmly in place until I quit quivering from the sensation that screamed down my spine. There was going to be a mark left there for a least a day or two, one that no one would ever know about besides us.

I sucked in a quick breath as I heard the fabric from my blouse rip. In one smooth motion, he’d torn it to rags from the back side. The shredded ends fluttered forward around my shoulders as my back became exposed.

“You’re lucky I didn’t care much for that one.”

He didn’t say anything, and to me that spoke louder than any words. It made me wonder if
I
was the lucky one. Lucky, that is, if I’d be able to walk tomorrow.

His teeth left my neck, but his mouth never broke contact with my skin. His lips forged a trail between my shoulder blades, and down to the middle of my back where he found the strap to my bra. Somehow, and I don’t know if I’ll ever know how, he released the clasp without ever removing his hands from around my waist.

My breasts sprung forward. The straps fell as well, intermingling with the remains of my blouse. The cups remained in place, held precariously on my perky globes and steadied by my erect nipples.

Hale bounced me with his knee. The bra teetered, then fell harmlessly to the floor. I shimmied the rest of the way out of my shirt. He huffed air out of his nose and leaned back on his forearms. It sounded like an expression of approval, and was confirmed to be when he swatted my hand as I shyly tried to cover my chest.

Part of me was afraid to make eye contact with him. There was something behind those impressive blues that scared me to my core. They were intense and deep and all of those other things that drove me wild, but there was another aspect to them. One that I couldn’t quite nail down. If felt like danger, but I tried to push that thought to the back of my mind.

Who was he?

Normally I would never let a man into my world as quickly as I’d allowed him. But it just happened. With Jared in real trouble this time, I hadn’t had the chance to really think about it. There was no one else to turn to… he was my only hope.

The expression on his face still conveyed that animal lust, only now it was painted with impatience.

I couldn’t make him wait any longer.
I
couldn’t wait any longer.

Hale moved his hand to my thigh. I guided it toward my begging pussy. Only the thinnest of fabric separated us from actualizing what we had both coveted throughout the anarchy of what had been these past few days. The games were done. The waiting was over.

He roughly pulled my panties to the side, cupping the form of my vagina with his hand. I thrust into him, desperately trying to grind my clit against his palm. His cock pulsed against my leg from under the cover of his jeans.

The rhythmic massage from his strong hand worked in time with the motion of my body. Lust flowed unapologetically. I was ready to take him in, to let us be one.

I felt around for the zipper of his jeans. My hands didn’t want to cooperate. It was as if he had rubbed any semblance of coordination from my body. The pleasure he created with his hand made me unable to focus.

Two fingers slid easily into me. He penetrated gently, at first, using his thumb to work my clit. The same little circles he’d covered my body with earlier now went round and round my nub at the perfect pace.

Oh my God!

My body went crashing over the edge. I had to suspend the quest to reach his cock to allow for the orgasm to rush through me. I bucked and wiggled but he held me tightly in place on his lap. He withdrew his fingers and let them rest against my trembling lips.

A warm breeze blew through the open window, hitting my damp face. It was the refreshing burst I needed to spur on my attack.

He let me slither down between his legs onto my knees. There was purpose in my eyes as I turned to face him.

I want you.

This time I found the zipper with steady hands. It came down in one smooth motion. He ran the back of his wrist down the length of his cock, daring me to take it.

I reached through the hole to tug him free but his size wouldn’t allow it. Hale scooted closer to the edge of the bed so that my fingers came to rest on the button of his jeans. I followed the cue, releasing the tension in the material.

He was thick and alive under my touch. I encircled him with both hands and stroked him against my bare chest. He swept the hair from my eyes to behind my ear.

His cock was massive and beautiful. I wanted to let him feel the warmth of my wet mouth… to bring him in and suck the tension from his body. To worship at his altar.

Hale pushed his hips back to create more space. I let my hands drop to my sides. His erection stood firm in front of me. He wrapped his hand around the back of my head and pulled me forward. I took in as much of him as I could.

Again, he pulled back, letting his slickened member bounce before me.

“Between your tits,” he whispered.

The crass way he spoke didn’t bother me. He said the things I wanted to hear, but had always been too shy to ask for.

I pushed my breasts together as he guided himself toward the center of my chest. With a steady push, he found the groove in my flesh.

This was the first time I felt the true power in his body. He seemed to relish the suppleness of my figure. His thrusts grew in force. My hands found their way to his bare backside. I kneaded his muscled ass as he turned himself into a battering ram.

I badly wanted to give him the same release that he gave to me. I tilted my head forward to catch the tip of his cock with my tongue. Each time it rocketed from between by breasts, I engulfed the head with my lips and allowed my tongue to roll circles around its girth.