Because You're Mine

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Nessa / Vee

The rest of Saturday and Sunday with Rush had been a huge success. He was the sweetest little boy and laughed more than he cried. He settled in as if he had always lived with his dad.

His attempts to say my name had been hilarious and eventually between the two of us we’d settled on Va-va, it was simple and easy for him to say and remember.

Not that he had problems with his memory or his speech, he was a clever little man.

His daddy doted on him and when it was time to take him back to his mother Spider insisted that I had to go with them.

The baby mama was a revelation, and not a good one.

She was a skank dressed up like a high society bitch whose eyes kept drifting to the juncture of Spider’s thighs. Sickening. And it was done in front of everyone gathered there with no shame whatsoever. A slut for sure.

I swear I even caught her licking her lips one time. Yuck.

He was silent when we drove away and I didn’t try to talk to him. The man had just left his crying son behind with people he didn’t trust and was obviously hurting.

At the compound he excused himself, saying he would be in his office if I needed anything.

I left him alone and went home to clean up and set the duplex to rights. He was still going to miss seeing Rush playing and running around his home but it might make it easier if it wasn’t right in his face.

Not knowing if he was going to come to the duplex to eat or stay at the clubhouse I prepared a one pan dinner. If he didn’t come home I could cover it and put it in the fridge for tomorrow. Easy.

It was a favourite of Magic’s. Thai green curry chicken and onions on a bed of basmati rice cooked in coconut milk. To make it more filling I added sliced potatoes and peas.

I was about to dish up for myself when the alarm beeped and the front door opened.

Spider walked in, smiling and sniffing appreciatively.

“Damn, that smells amazing.” He said as he came to stand next to me. “Thank you for cooking, you didn’t have to.”

“It’s not a problem. I like cookin’ and when I was on the road with Sky and Lee I didn’t get a chance to do it often. I’m happy to cook for us as long as you help with the dishes. I don’t like washin’ up so much.”

He grinned as he reached up, took a bowl from the cupboard and set it next to mine.

“We have a deal. You cook and I’ll clean. I’m not a fussy eater so whatever you make I’ll eat.”

“If you can grab the silverware and set the table I’ll dish for us and bring it through.”

He set the table and shortly after I brought the food to the table.

We ate in a comfortable silence and I have to say it felt good when he got himself another bowl. It was obvious he liked my food.

As he finished his second bowl he looked up and smiled. The smile was a killer, making my heart race for no good reason.

“Thank you, that was amazing. Why don’t you relax in the lounge while I do the dishes and clean-up? I won’t be long, I want to talk to you about your assessment of Rush.”

“It was my pleasure to cook for us. I’ll get the notes I’ve made and bring it down so we can chat about it.” I pushed my chair back and tried to take my bowl to the kitchen but he put his hand over mine and softly squeezed and shook his head.

He didn’t let go immediately but when I gently pulled he did, all while looking up into my eyes with a small smile curving his lips.

Damn. This man was dynamite when he focused his attention on you.

Heart racing I went upstairs to gather the notes I had started making. Taking a notebook and pen I went back down and sat on the couch to wait for him.

Laying my things out on the coffee table I nervously played with the pen.

There was nothing to be nervous about but the thought of that gorgeous man sitting next to me on the couch had my heart racing.

All weekend I had fought my attraction to him with all my might but every time he was nice or sweet made it worse.

When I thought he was with Ingrid it had been easy to supress. Especially thinking he had bad taste in bed partners. And very young bed partners at that.

Now, with him showing me another side to him.

Things have changed.

And with no Ingrid standing between us it was harder to control my attraction.

Spending the weekend with him and Rush had felt too much like we were a family. I have never had that problem with Sky or with the guys in the band.

This was a new experience for me.

The visceral attraction I felt towards him had caught me totally unawares. I had liked the guy I had talked to during my interview but then he was such a dick during our first meeting, I instantly fell out of like. And seeing him with Ingrid had solidified that impression. It had been easy to delegate him to the position of arrogant asshole.

Only for it to be turned on its head when he became the protective biker, caring for me after my bad experience. Not to mention his total turnaround from grumpy asshole to nice guy this weekend.

I had expected the grumpy guy to return once we had dropped Rush off and when he retreated to his office I took that as a sign that guy was back. The grumpy asshole, that is.

I was wrong.

Mr Nice Guy was in the house.

“I poured you a glass of white wine.” He said as he walked in and set the glass down on a coaster on the coffee table. His beer was set down on another coaster conveniently close to mine.

And then he sat down next to me, too damned close, his thigh touching mine. The heat radiating from his thigh to mine was scorching. Okay, maybe not scorching but it was hot and not easy to ignore.

Picking up his beer he relaxed back against the cushions and sipped. Pointing towards the coffee table with his bottle he smiled.

“Go on, Vee, drink your wine and relax while we talk.”

Holy hell, and now he’s given me a nick name, calling me Vee.

I picked up my wine and gingerly sipped while sitting on the edge of my seat.

An arm came around my waist and gently pulled me back until I was sitting next to him, shoulders touching. He didn’t leave his arm around me, thankfully.

And him thinking that I could relax while our bodies touched? In what universe?

I sat stiff as a board, clutching my wine glass and taking tiny sips.

Leaning forward he set his beer down then half turned towards me.

“Right. Let’s talk about what’s going on here right now. You’re sitting there like you’re about to face the Spanish Inquisition. I want you to relax and listen to what I have to say. It might piss you off or it might fix what is worrying you.”

Taking my free hand in his he softly stroked his thumb over the back of it.

“I’m going to be brutally honest and lay it all out.”

His blue eyes sparkled as they held mine and I couldn’t look away.

“I’m attracted to you, have been from the very first moment I saw you in the common room. I immediately acted like an asshole to protect myself. At the time I wasn’t free to act on my attraction because of my arrangement with Ingrid. I used her to keep a distance between us. It wasn’t fair to her or to you, and maybe not even fair to me.”

I was stunned, and opened my mouth to speak but he squeezed my hand and shook his head.

So I closed my mouth and waited.

“I backed off from her that same night and we were completely done before you were accosted by those motherfuckers. I know it wasn’t soon enough. I should have done it sooner. It’s not easy to admit but, when I thought about being in bed with her it was you I imagined in it with me.”

I gasped in shock and tried to jerk my hand from his but he held on tight.

“Don’t, baby, I know it’s fucked up but I want to be honest with you. I want no secrets to stand between us.”

“I don’t like thinkin’ about you in bed with her, havin’ sex, and pretendin’ it was me. That’s not a great image to have in my head. Imagine how you’d feel if I had taken one of the brothers to my bed and pretended he was you.”

He growled angrily.

I tipped my wine glass towards him, using it instead of a finger.

“See. Not a great feelin’, now is it.”

I took a huge gulp of my wine then leaned over and set the half empty glass down.

He didn’t let go of my hand and the minute I put the glass down he took my other hand as well.

“I’ve been a dick, we both know it, but it doesn’t change a thing. It doesn’t change how I feel about you. Do you feel it too, Vee? Do you feel the attraction that’s been driving me insane?” He asked, his voice low, his eyes filled with hesitation and hope.

Looking down at our joined hands I marvelled at how even his hands were beautiful. I wondered if he had pretty feet too, not a lot of people did.

“What are you thinking?”

“I was thinkin’ that you have beautiful hands and wonderin’ if your feet was pretty too.”

He gave a surprised laugh and shrugged.

I shook my head. “Sorry, my head is filled with crazy right now. And to answer your first question, yes, I am attracted to you, but, I’m your employee, your son’s nanny. The two of us in a relationship is not goin’ to look good in court. Your opposition will use it to discredit you, to make you look like a player. Especially since you just ended your relationship with Ingrid.”

His hands tightened around mine and he shook them gently.

“Baby, it wasn’t a relationship, it was an arrangement for mutual satisfaction and I’m not ashamed to admit it. If they ask me in court I’ll tell them the same. We were two consenting adults in a mutually agreed to arrangement. Nothing more. The difference between that and what I want from you is like night and day. With you I want a relationship and everything that the word implies. I want to spend time getting to know you, take you on dates and show you my favourite places around the city. I want to do all the things couples do when they are dating and getting to know each other.”

He slowly dipped his head and brushed his lips across mine. Shivers raced down my spine as his warm lips touched mine and feeling his scruff on my skin increased those shivers. They raced to secret parts, setting them to tingle in anticipation.

Lifting his head he smiled at me, a knowing, hot as hell smile. Damn, that smile, it was a sure fire way to make a girl’s heart gallop in her chest. And mine galloped all right.

His thumbs stroked over the pulse points on my wrists. When did he move his hands to be able to do that?

It was official, I was lost in the sexual aura this man exuded from somewhere inside of him. Or maybe it surrounded him like halo or something. I have no idea, all I know was that it was there and it was damned potent.

“I would have loved to spend the day with you tomorrow but I have a lot of shit to get done at the office. Tomorrow night we’ll go on our first date. I’ll make a reservation at a nice restaurant, we’ll have good food, talk, and get to know each other. Then we’ll come home, and make out on the couch before I send you off to bed, on your own. We’re going to take it slow, no sex until I’ve convinced you that it’s not all I want from you.”

All I could do was nod because I had lost the ability to string two words together.

Not once, in all the years since I started dating, has a man ever laid out what he wanted from me the way Spider had just done.

It was scary and wondrous at the same time.

“Good.” He whispered. “Now give me your mouth, baby.”

And I did just that.

Lifted my head and gave him my mouth.

The kiss started soft, his lips and tongue exploring my mouth as I explored his.

I’ve never been a woman who liked beards, but I loved his scruff. I loved the way it brushed against my skin as he kissed me. I wanted more.

Pressing forward I extracted my hands from his and slowly stroked up his muscled arms. They were big and hard under my palms. I stroked and played as we kissed and kissed and kissed.

It still wasn’t enough. I burned for him.

Slinging my leg over his thighs I straddled him, my hands on the top of his shoulders. Our eyes met, his were burning with blue and golden flashes of fire. His big hands curved around my ass and dragged me closer, close enough I could feel his hard cock against my hot core.

I started rocking.

Until he stopped me, his hands clamped on my hips, his head thrown back as he gave a deep groan.

“Stop, baby, we’ve got to stop.” He groaned as he tipped his head back up and our eyes met.

“I’m not fucking you on the couch and I won’t have you until I’ve been tested. I want a clean bill of health before I put my cock inside you. I can feel your pussy, burning me, wanting me, as much as I want her.” He rolled his hips, rubbing his hard length against me. “Feel that? Feel how hard you make me? Haven’t been this hard and hurting since I was a fucking teenager.”

He rolled his hips once more and we both moaned, and then suddenly I was off his lap and sitting on the couch. My entire body screamed NO but he paid no attention to me. He had both hands in his hair as he paced back and forth in front of me, his hard cock straining against the front of his jeans. Dragging his hands over his face he stopped pacing and turned to me.

“Know what I want to do to you? I want to rip your tee and bra off you then play with your tits before I jerk off and paint your body with my come. I want to rub it into your skin, marking you as mine and only mine. That’s how fucking crazy you’re making me.”

I have no idea why I did what I did next. It was totally unlike me.

My hands moved as if by themselves, grabbing the hem of my tee and dragging it up and off, throwing it on the couch beside me. My bra soon joined it. Watching him I cupped my breasts and rolled my nipples. Licking my lips I lay back against the cushions watching as he dragged off his tee and dropped it on top of mine. Then he unbuttoned, unzipped and dragged out a cock unlike any I have ever seen before. My eyes widened as I took him in, from his neck down he had multiple piercings. There were bars through his nipples and a lot of metal in his cock. A cock that was big, really big. It was heavy, wide, long, and had veins I wanted to run my tongue over. It was so heavy it pulled away from his belly. The man was seriously endowed in that department and the piercings, it blew my mind.

“Holy shit.” I whispered. “You have a lot of piercings.”

Taking his shaft in his hand he pulled it away from his body revealing another piercing. He ran a finger over the piercing situated right at the wide base.

“This is a pubic piercing, it will stimulate your clit every time you take me deep inside.”

He stroked two fingers along his Jacob’s ladder along the underside of his shaft.

“These are going to drive you wild as I thrust in and out of you, it will be so good for both of us, baby.”

He circled his fingers below the head of his cock, showing me the piercings through it.

“This is called a magic cross, it’s going to slide along your walls and g-spot and make you come so hard for me. Can’t wait for the day when I take you bare and feel your juices covering my dick.”

Standing over me he slowly stroked from base to tip, sliding his thumb through the pre-cum flowing from the slit and spreading it around the big pierced mushroom head.

“Take off your jeans and panties, show me all of you. I need to see it.” He growled as he stroked.

I immediately did as he asked.

Throwing my clothes to the side I pulled up my legs, put my heels on the edge of the seat and opened my legs. Years of yoga made it easy to drop my knees to the side.

Leaving me wide open.

Putting the forefinger and middle finger of my right hand in my mouth I then slowly dragged it down my body until I reached the strip of hair at the top of my mound. With my eyes on him I dipped down and into my wet slit, stroking slowly.

“Fuck. I have never seen anything so fucking hot in all my life.” He muttered.

He moved closer, looming over me, his hand moving faster. With his free hand he dragged his pants off, kicked them to the side then widened his legs. One hand kept stroking, the other hand went to his balls, cupping them then rolling them. Letting go of his cock he brought his hand to his mouth and licked his palm, several times, getting it nice and wet.

The sound his wet palm made as he stroked himself had three of my fingers sliding deep inside me, matching his rhythm.

We were fucking each other without touching.

His eyes were on where my fingers disappeared inside me while mine were on his hand sliding up and down his cock.

In my mind he was inside me and I knew in his he was shoving himself deep and hard inside me. I became so wet my hand was coated and juices slicked my lips and dripped down my ass. I fucked myself harder and harder, trying to get as deep as I could. My hips rocking up into each thrust.

“Come for me, baby.” He grunted, his hand almost a blur it was moving so fast.

My back bowed as I shoved my fingers deep and came. I moaned deep and loud as every muscle in my body contracted and pleasure pulsed from between my legs to my fingers and toes.

The next moment he was bent over me, my hand ripped from inside me and shoved in his mouth. He sucked hard, groaning around my fingers.

Then with a loud grunt he started coming. He came on me, painting me from my neck, over my breasts down the centre of my body to the top of my mound. With. Hot. Wet. Sticky. Come.

“Baby, hold still, hold still and let me. Let me.” He muttered roughly.

I have no idea how he did it but he came down on top of me, his knees on the couch, and proceeded to rub his still hard cock through the come on my belly and over my tits. Sliding it over me and painting his come around my sensitive nipples with the pierced head. He continued sliding himself over me until he finally softened, only then did he stop.

Dropping his forehead to mine he blew out a hard breath then pressed a kiss to my nose.

His forearms rested on the cushions beside my head. His beautiful hard body covered mine, surrounded me.

“I have never done anything like this in my life.” He whispered. “It was the most wondrously sexy thing I’ve ever experienced. I want to do this with you again but I want to come inside you at the end, not on you. I want to be deep inside you and paint your inside with my come as I’ve done your outside. I want to stay inside you until I get hard again then take you with our mingled juices painting my cock and flowing from you.”

God. The things the man said.

It had me throbbing again.

“You have to stop talkin’ like that or I’m goin’ to wear out my vibrator tonight.” I gasped.

“Can I watch?” He asked with a sly grin.

“I thought you said we’re goin’ to take it slow.” I answered with a sly grin of my own. “I thought we were goin’ to do the datin’ thing before we have sex. Your cock might not be inside me but what we just did was sex. With what we’re doin’ to each other you nor I will be able to say no, and you’ll end up balls deep inside me before this night ends.”

He winked. “I swear I won’t put my cock inside you. I want to watch. I want to watch you play with yourself and I want to come all over you, again. You got me fucking hooked on watching your pussy swallowing your fingers, can’t wait to see it do the same with your vibe.”

I was about to say yes when his phone went off. It was on the coffee table and it vibrated loudly against the wood.

Reaching over he held up a finger before he answered. Asking me to stay silent.

His hips were still tight against me, his big, soft, sticky cock lying on my belly. My legs were still spread wide, his thigh up against my wet lips. It set off tiny aftershocks inside me.

“Yes.” He answered

He was suddenly off me, standing with a hand on his hip, frowning heavily as he listened intently.

“Give me a minute and I’ll be there, brother. Okay. See you.”

He ended the call and looked down at me, his eyes no longer filled with lust or warmth. The man in front of me was the biker version of him, totally focused on his club and his brothers.

“I have to go, baby. Shit’s hitting the fan and my brothers need me. I’m going to have a quick shower before I leave. I don’t know what time I’ll be back or if I’ll be back at all.”

He bent and kissed me hard, with closed lips.

“Go upstairs, shower and get into bed, naked. Don’t play with your vibrator without me, you wait until I’m with you. I’ll see you later.” He ordered.

And what did I do?

Yeah, I nodded, accepting his bloody dominant orders.

It earned me another hard kiss, this time with a sweep of his tongue over my lips.

And then he was gone, racing up the stairs.

Gathering our clothes I made my way upstairs, dropped his outside his door and went into my room.

By the time I finished my shower he was gone.

Then I did as he had asked.

Got into bed, naked, and as I lay there staring into the dark I wondered what the hell I was getting myself into.