Raze (Dirty Soul MC: Long Beach #1)

Chapter 17

We could have spent another night in Nevada, the brothers were keen, especially Rocco who’s never been to Vegas before, but unfortunately for them, Peyton gave me far too much to think about before I left. I’m desperate to get home to her so I can feel those lips on mine again.

I’ve had ten hours of road to beat myself up over owning her the way I did back at the club, but there was too much relief in it for me to have any regret. Sure, I feel selfish, and, yeah, I’m scared because I don’t know how this is gonna pan out, but one thing I’m sure about as I pull back into the Long Beach yard. Is that the girl, who kissed me before I left here three days ago, is mine now.

I get off my bike and head into the clubhouse and I’m not even mad when I find her playing cards at one of the tables with Sonny. She barely has time to look pleased to see me before I lift her up off the chair and toss her over my shoulder. I carry her through to my office, kicking the door shut behind us.

“Raze.” Her sweet, little giggle makes my cock stretch my jeans as I slam her ass on my desk and take those lips that I’ve been obsessing over for three days straight.

“You sure about this?” I pull away to give her one last out, my hand gripping under her chin so she can’t shy away from what I’ve gotta say to her.

“I’m too old for you and I’m grumpy. I see the bad in shit before I see the good and once I make you mine, there’ll be no escapin’ all that,” I warn, my fingers tensing tight as I look at her being deadly serious. I wanna keep her here, and make her happy. But I ain’t a romantic guy. I don’t do flowers or picnics on the beach. She needs to know that.

“I don’t want to escape it. I want to be yours.” Her tongue swipes over her bottom lip as she nods against my grip.

“You don’t know what ya sayin’.” I kiss her before she can take her words back, because as crazy as this is, I’m done fuckin’ fightin’ it and now I’m all in.

She told me before I left that there’s been no one else since the asshole who raped her. She told me that me touching her felt like a fuckin’ cure for it, and I’m about to make her forget every single bad thing that’s ever happened to her.

“Ya covered?” I ask as I lift the dress she’s wearing up her narrow waist and admire her slightly sunkissed skin.

“Like with health insurance?” Her eyes widen with concern, and make me stop in my tracks.

It should be fuckin’ illegal for someone to be this innocent.

“No, darlin’, what I meant was do ya take anythin’ to stop yaself gettin’ knocked up.” I try not to laugh because this is fuckin’ serious shit we’re talkin’ about.

“Oh…” Her cheeks turn that perfect shade of pink and she covers her face with her hands when she catches up. It has me questioning if I'd even care if I did knock her up. That’s never, ever been a contemplation before and I quickly shake it away.

“I’m not.” She looks up at me awkwardly.

“It’s fine, we can fix that. In the meantime, we better hope my predecessor liked to play it safe.” I pull open the top drawer of the desk and search around inside it, then when I feel a plastic wrapper under my fingertips I smile at her in relief.

“Wait, you wanna do it here?” She looks over her shoulder at the door, now that we’ve all returned, the clubhouse has come to life. The music is loud, and voices are calling over the top of it. It does sound a little wild out there.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” I suddenly realize how insensitive I’m being, this is a big deal to her and I’m letting my fuckin’ urgency to have her overshadow that. I’ve spent too many years being selfish, which is another reason why I shouldn’t be doing this. And yet I push that outta my mind with all the other reasons.

“No, don’t be sorry. I want to. Right here, right now.” She nods her head enthusiastically. “ I’ve been thinking about it ever since you left, wondering if that kiss meant things were gonna be different.” She slides her hips to the edge of my desk so they slightly hang over the edge like a temptation.

“Things are gonna be very different,” I assure her, looking down at her cotton-covered pussy and craving it on my tongue.

“I was just worried someone might come in.” She bites her lip and smiles at the same time.

“No one’s comin’ in here. When a president takes his old lady into his office and closes the door, no one interrupts.” I lift her dress all the way up her body so I can get another look at her pert, round tits. I remember how they fitted perfectly in my palm, just like they were made for me.

“I’m your old lady?” She looks surprised, maybe even scared.

“You’re mine in every sense of the fuckin’ word now, Peyton. I’m done holdin’ out on ya, and tryin’ to do the decent thing. You want it. I want it. Whether it’s right or wrong ain’t important anymore.”

“Raze,” she whispers my name so sweetly it doesn’t even sound real.

“Yes?” I narrow my eyes on her, waiting for her to back out.

“Get that rubber on and fuck me.” She shocks the life outta me with her impatience, gripping at my shirt and dragging me back onto her lips. She kisses me the way she did before I left here, while I unbuckle my belt and pull down my jeans.

I rip the rubber outta the packet and slide it over my shaft before my hand slides into the side of her thong and I find that spot that makes her thighs quiver.

“You’re soaked already, you’re gonna take my cock like such a good fuckin’ girl,” I whisper as her warm, tight pussy makes the finger, I slip inside it, slick with her pleasure.

“You missed me while I was away?” I ask, watchin’ how her hips roll to meet the rhythm of the hand I’m using to fuck her. I know she’s not a virgin but she sure as hell is tight like one. She’s gonna crush my cock to the point of pain when I put it inside her and I’ll take pleasure in every second of it.

“Yes,” she manages to answer, as her nails dig into the wood surface she’s resting on.

“Tell me all about it while I taste my pussy, darlin’.” I kneel in front of her and slide my tongue over the cotton barrier that’s between us, and when all I hear are her tiny little gasps, I hook my finger into the front of her thong, pulling it taut and letting it snap back against her sensitive flesh.

“Ahhh.”

“I don’t hear ya talkin’ much pretty girl,” I remind her as I hold the fabric to one side and make a trail with my tongue straight through her center.

“I missed you, I thought about you every second, and all I wanted was for you to come home and finish what we started,” she manages, rutting her hips against my face like a needy, little whore.

“Did you touch yourself?” I hold my mouth a breath away from where she wants it and glance up at her. I can tell just from the look on her face that she has and I wonder how the fuck the thought of it can be making me jealous.

“I…I..”

“What did you think about when you did it?” I spread her folds open with my fingers and blow softly over what I expose.

“I thought.” She swallows thickly. “About your mouth, right where it is now, and…and how it would have been…”

“Keep talkin’,” I remind her when she goes quiet on me.

“How it would have been if you hadn't left that night.” She comes around my finger when I spit on her clit and flick against it fast with my tongue. The sweetness that she spreads over it is fuckin’ addictive.

“Ra—” I stand up before she has the chance to come down from her high, taking a fistful of her hair in one hand and her hip in another as I slowly push all the way inside her.

“Fuuuuuck!” I growl when I’m fully rooted inside her hot, little snatch, and all that tension I’ve been carrying since she came here gets relieved all at once.

Peyton’s tight pussy pulses around me as I hold myself still, and admire how she looks taking it. It makes me wanna rip off the rubber that's working as a barrier between us.

I’m starting to learn that with her there's no boundary of intimacy I won’t cross. I’d break my own damn rules just to be that little bit closer to her.

“You feel that?” I stare at her. “That's me ownin’ you, Peyton. You're mine now. And no fucker in this world is ever gonna hurt ya again.” I see tears forming in her eyes, happy ones that look real pretty and make me even more determined to protect her from all the bad in the world.

Slowly I start to thrust inside her, wanting to take my time and feel her body adjust to me. I don’t care that the whole club is just the other side of the wall. I’ve thought about this moment for far too long, even when I shouldn’t have been, and during all those times it never came close to being as good as this.

My entire body hums from the adrenaline in my veins and despite this being so fuckin’ wrong, everything about it feels right.

“Who do you belong to, Peyton?” I ask, continuing to fuck her on my desk and looking deep into her pretty, green eyes.

“Raze.” She says my name with a thrill in her tone and a smile on her lips like she’s proud to be mine.

“That's right, darlin’.” I pick up my pace, squeezing the hip I'm holding a little tighter as she builds herself up to come for a second time.

“You look so damn pretty when you come for me. Do it right now,” I tell her, feeling myself getting closer. She’s too tight and too fuckin’ perfect for me to hold off much longer, and when my girl’s needy pussy clamps around me and she screams my name again, I let her have it.

It hits me like a tidal wave and I groan deep into her ear. I grip at her skin as I offload inside her, filling that fuckin’ rubber with cum and feeling my head spin at the same time. All my doubts and my fears up and fuck off with my willpower, because there’s no denying it now. This girl belongs right here with me and I’ll move the fuckin’ heavens to ensure it stays that way.

I slide my hand around her throat as I kiss her, letting her know without words that she’ll never have to doubt me again.

“Raze,” she whispers in my ear when I pull away to catch my breath.

“What’s up, darlin’?” I ask, looking down between us to where we remain joined together. I’ve never seen anything more satisfying.

“I think I’m gonna really like being yours,” she tells me and when I lift my head up and see the naughty, little smirk on her face, for the first time in a long time I actually laugh.

No one says a word when I lead Peyton outta my office and through the bar, but they do all stare. Some of my brothers snigger, some look confused, and the girls all scowl at her as we step toward the door that leads out to the balcony. I wanna get her home, back to my hut so I can be inside her all over again. I’ve held out and tortured myself and now I know how it feels to have her, I know it’s gonna be a huge distraction.

“Raze, slow down.” She giggles as she runs along the sand to keep up with my strides and when I finally get to my hut and open the door I wait for her to catch up before I lift her off her feet and carry her inside.

I’m taking this woman straight to bed. I’m gonna explore every curve of her body and claim it as mine.

“You should go away more often. I like how you come home.” She sounds so happy, and knowing I’m the cause of it feels even better than the rush of winning a fight.

I lie her down on the mattress and that pretty smile she gives me as her long hair fans out on the pillow stirs up a real hope inside me.

Maybe I can do this, maybe I can have a future here in Long Beach despite all the pain I’ve suffered.

“What’s going through your head?” She looks up at me with bright, sparkling eyes that only feed my desire to get all of this right, and when I hear a squawk come from the other side of the room and see the pet carrier that contains a raven on my kitchen table, I look back down at her and frown in confusion.

“Right now?” I check that she really wants to know.

“Right now,” she confirms.

“I wanna know what the fuck that bird is doin’ in my hut!”