Rogue (Rogue Angels MC #1)

Chapter 14

14

Melody

I had no trouble finding the Sunrise Hotel, a tall black glass walled building near the hospital. I got a room on the tenth floor then made two trips to the car to bring up my stuff.

The room was everything I expected it to be. New, modern, the mattress on the king-sized bed tall and firm, the sheets clean, smelling of bleach and a gentle infusion of lavender and rose water. The bathroom had a shower and a full-sized bath and was stocked with all the shower gels, lotions and creams I could wish for, even three bottles of bubble bath.

The fridge was also well-stocked with all kinds of tiny bottles of alcohol. The TV was large and has all the channels.

I could’ve taken a long bath. I could’ve ordered any kind of food I wanted from the four-page room service menu. I could’ve just vegged out under the soft duvet and watched TV until I fell asleep.

Instead, I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the twinkling lights of LA stretching off into the distance feeling very alone.

As alone as I felt when I lost my family.

As alone as I felt when I finally left the town of Pleasantville and the guys of Devil’s Nightmare MC behind.

As alone as I felt waiting on that dark sidewalk for Rogue to show up tonight.

So, I had the choice of sitting there, feeling sorry for myself, and slowly emptying the mini bar. Or driving to his clubhouse and seeing him again.

I chose the latter. Then I showered and took a very long time choosing an outfit that was just slutty enough, but not too much so. I went with a knitted black beach dress with a built-in bra, strappy sandals and wearing nothing underneath. Nothing gets a guy going like a woman showing up to see him without panties and bra.

He had too much faith in me, thinking I could easily remember the way, but eventually I found the long stretch of road bordered by empty fields that lead to his clubhouse—a modern three-story building behind a tall dark blue fence. Whoever was on the other end of the intercom when I buzzed to be let in only needed to hear my name to open the gate for me. The fact that I was expected like that made me feel a lot less alone all on its own.

The parking lot in front of the building was full of bikes and cars, including a black van with gold angel wings drawn on its sides. It seemed like the whole MC was gathered inside the clubhouse, which gave me pause, but I still had no second thoughts as I parked at the edge of the lot and walked to the door leading into the bar building.

I could hear Rogue’s voice even before I opened the door. Clear, carrying, and commanding in a lulling way that makes you want to be commanded.

I stuck my head in the door and that’s all it took for him to notice me. Even though what looked like the entire MC was standing or sitting in the bar room between him and me at the door. He looked both surprised and ecstatic to see me and that’s all it took for me to know I made the right decision coming here.

He waved and I waved back. A few turned and some even greeted me as I went to stand by the far wall where I had a good view of Rogue standing at the head of the crowd. He wasn’t standing on any kind of podium, but it still appeared that way. And I could feel it when the warm, pleasant waters of his attention turned from me back to the crowd. I missed it as soon as it was gone.

But then the grimacing, stocky man with bulging biceps, wide shoulders and chest but skinny legs, called me Devil’s Nightmare MC girl and I almost ran right back out. The warmth in Rogue’s eyes won’t be there anymore when he finds out I was exactly that—a club girl, a whore, anyone’s for the taking. Even though it wasn’t like that. Not with the Devils. I made my own choices. No one ever forced me to do anything I didn’t want to do. But it’s like that with most other clubs and the stigma will always be there.

Rogue spoke about loyalty and justice. Fairness and the way things must be. And just like that hope returned to my heart.

Along with the knowledge that I made the absolutely right choice coming here tonight. The stocky man left in a huff, and now Rogue is walking towards me, the glowing warmth in his eyes just for me.

“You came,” he says, sounding like it’s a dream come true for him.

I deflect, telling him what a great president he makes. He had them eating out of his palm and he doesn’t even seem to realize it. And all the while, he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing he wants to be seeing. But that won’t last. Not after that stocky Tito guy tells him who I really am.

I don’t have a lot of time with Rogue. We’ve only just begun, but our days are already numbered. And I mean to make the best of them.

It’s not hard for me to be seductive. Not after years and years of honing the skill. And it works like a charm on Rogue. Better than it ever has on anyone before him.

“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” he says as he leads me to a table.

“I almost didn’t,” I admit and smile. “I waited for you for almost an hour before I finally got the message that you weren’t coming. Ever thought about calling sooner?”

I smile again, to soften the blow.

“Couldn’t be helped,” he says. “If I had your phone number it wouldn’t be a problem.”

“I don’t have a local number yet,” I lie.

We won’t be exchanging numbers. We’ll just be having a little bit of fun. He’s the kind of guy that gets under your skin. If I didn’t realize it last night, I saw it clearly today. And the only way to deal with that is to get it out of your system.

I spent the whole day thinking about him. I came here because he wanted me to come. If I’m not careful, I’ll just keep on doing everything he wants from me. And then what? He’ll find out who I am and I’ll be left kneeling on the floor, picking up the pieces of my heart, like I’ve had to do so many times before when I mistook a guy’s lust and sweet words fueled by desire for genuine affection.

“What do you want to drink?”

You, I almost say, but that’d be carrying it too far. Although it’s the truth.

It’s not just that I want him. I suddenly need him. Need that warmth in his eyes and in his voice washing over me when he speaks. I need it all to myself. Even if it’s just for tonight. I’m happy I came here tonight. Loneliness has no meaning when he looks at me like he’s looking at me right now.

I ask for a scotch and coke. He goes to get it. The room is emptying, but the ones still in here are all sneaking glances at me while I wait for him to return. Curious glances. Surprised even. But not unwelcoming.

I drink about half the glass after he brings it.

“You had anything to eat yet?” he asks.

I’m gonna need him to stop being all gentleman-y. I’m gonna need him to let loose all that lust and desire making his eyes dark as he looks at me.

“Nope,” I say and wink at him over the rim of the glass. “But food can wait.”

“Oh, I see,” he says and grins. “You just came here to give me a wound check, or whatever you call it.”

“Yes, that’s exactly it,” I say. “But it’s a little crowded down here, don’t you think? Your room would be better.”

“Hey, you’re the doc,” he says and downs his whiskey in one long swallow. I finish my drink too.

“Lead the way,” I say and he takes my hand and does exactly that.

The crowd parts for us fluidly, the glances and whispers still surprised, still curious, still welcoming.

As soon as the heavy door of the barroom is closed behind us and we’re standing beneath the stairs leading up, he pulls me closer then presses me against the cool wall, towering over me. Being this close the warmth he gives off is almost enough to sear. It’s nearly dark in here, but the fire in his eyes gives plenty of light. And almost too much warmth.

“Did I ever tell you how hot you are?” he asks breathlessly. “Or that you drive me crazy?”

“Not in so many words,” I say. “But you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

I stand on my toes and kiss him.

As with the first time we kissed, everything crackles and fires to life inside me, like all the lights in a skyscraper going on at once, like the sun coming up over the ocean, like a fire raging through a forest stopping for nothing.

But it does stop when he takes my hand and leads me up two flights of stairs, which I’m not sure how I manage to climb on my wobbly legs. It’s not just a room he takes me to, but a whole apartment, with a small kitchen on one end, and a sofa in the middle. There’s no paintings on the wall, no plants and the furnishings are sparse. But it’s still a very cozy place. He leads me down a short hallway to the bedroom, which is our destination.

He flips on the light that casts a silvery white, shimmery light over the unmade bed in the center.

“Now, where were we?” he says as he shrugs off his jacket and turns to me.

“You were bringing me here to check your stitches,” I say as I gently lift his t-shift up to reveal not just that, but also the glorious peaks and valleys of his abs and the tattoos covering his chest.

The bandage itself looks pristine, like untouched white snow.

“I see that everything’s in order,” I say. “But I think I should give you a more thorough examination anyway.”

He grins and reaches for me, but I stop him by laying my hands against his chest and gently pushing him towards the bed. As much as I want more of his electrifying kisses and the fire they bring, I want that liquid, life-giving warmth of his gaze washing over me more.

I take a step back and let my jacket slide off my shoulders and smile as he gasps seeing me flip back my long hair. He’s rooted to the spot, staring at me like he’s never seen a woman take off her clothes for him before. I reach up and untie the string that is the only thing holding my knitted black beach dress up. His eyes widen and darken with desire as it slides over my curves to pool at my legs, revealing my nakedness. His jagged inhale is as loud as an avalanche.

“That’s better,” I say as I step out of the circle of my dress and walk towards him in just my stiletto heel sandals. “Now let’s see about you.”

I don’t remember the last time I came to a man like this. With everything I have to offer. Holding nothing back. Wanting him as much as I know he wants me right now, going by the burning darkness in his eyes.

Definitely not since before I realized that for all their sweet words and deep kisses, I was just another piece of ass to the guys in my life. Just a good time girl. The times we had were good. And eventually I stopped wanting more. But I stopped giving more too.

His cock is rock hard, the bulge tenting up the front of his black jeans. I won’t be disappointed by his size, I already know that.

I look deep into his eyes and slide my hands down his chest and across his rippling abs as I kneel down in front of him. And I keep my eyes firmly locked on the fires in his as I undo his belt, then the button and zipper, finally freeing his cock from the confines of first its jean prison and then the boxers.

“Everything looks just fine here too,” I say and grin at him.

“Man, you’re a wild one, aren’t you?” he says hoarsely.

I don’t answer in words. I just wink at him and lick the soft trembling head of his cock, getting my first real taste of him.

It’s everything I hoped it’d be. And more. So much more it makes my head spin.

He’s so big that I can hardly take all of him in my mouth, but he doesn’t give me a choice. He grabs a fistful of my hair and thrusts forward, sighing so deeply as he enters my mouth that his whole body shudders.

But then he lets me come back up for air. Lets me do it my way for a while.

I lick just the head for a time before taking him in my mouth again, seeing how far he can fit, imagining how good he’ll feel inside me. I already don’t want this night to end and we haven’t even gotten started yet.

But that’s thinking that won’t lead to anything good so I stop. Focusing on just how good he tastes, how wonderful the velvety softness of him feels against my lips, on my tongue in my throat.

His whole body tenses and I’m sure he’s about to come.

But instead, he pulls his cock from my mouth and lifts me to my feet, planting the hardest, deepest kiss on my lips that I’ve ever gotten.

“My turn to taste you,” he says hoarsely as he breaks away from the kiss.

He leads me to the bed and tells me to lay down. Then he balances over me and kisses me again. But he doesn’t stop just at my lips.

He trails kisses down my neck, over my heaving chest, sucking on my nipples so hard I come off the bed. By the time his lips reach my clit, I’m more ready for him than I’ve ever been for any man.

His tongue as he plays with my clit makes waves of electricity pass through me, each hotter, more dangerous than the last. I’m writhing on the bed, my hands balling up the sheets as I try to hold on, try to stay grounded, try to stave off the electric pleasure that will consume me.

“Mmm, so wet,” he says, as he stops just when I needed him to keep going most.

“Just for you,” I somehow manage to whisper.

The grin that stretches across his face is at once beautiful and devious. And the fire in his eyes is an inferno.

He slides his thumb over my opening, making me arch my back and press into his hand, needing more.

“You want it bad, don’t you?” he asks. “You dirty, wild girl.”

“Yes,” I say and grin at him. “Yes, I do.”

“What do you want?” he asks, his voice commanding.

“Anything you want,” I say.

“Anything?” he asks, a sharp, hard edge in his voice as he slides his thumb over my opening again, this time all the way to my butt hole.

“Anything,” I repeat.

“Then be a good girl and get on your hands and knees for me,” he says and moves away to give me room.

All I need is a second and I’m ready for him, back arched, eyes on his as he climbs on the bed behind me.

He slides his pulsing cock over my pussy and rests it against my other hole, making me gasp. I meant what I said. Completely. Doesn’t mean I think I can actually take him in all my holes. Not with how huge he is.

He chuckles.

“A lying girl too, then,” he says, as though reading my mind.

But before I can answer he slides his cock into my pussy with no warning, making me see stars floating in the silvery light all around us. They only get brighter and brighter, hotter too as he gives me more and more of his cock, slowly making me feel every pulsing inch of him.

Then he pulls out just as slowly until he’s all the way out. And does it again. And again. Until the bed beneath me feels like water and all I really know is how much I need more of him. How much I need all he can give me.

As though reading my mind again he starts thrusting into me faster, his thick cock beating at the walls of my pussy, pushing all my buttons, his strong hands on my hips holding me in place. Good thing too. Because I might run from this pleasure he’s giving me. From this all-consuming raging inferno of his desire meeting mine deep inside me.

I’m moaning so loud I’m practically screaming by the time the orgasm finally washes over me in electric waves of pure bliss, hot enough to sear my skin and make me see double.

Yet he keeps going, keeps thrusting into me. Harder and deeper as he breaks through the last of my walls. I come a second time and he’s still not done. And on the third, my breaths aren’t reaching my lungs anymore. And he’s still not done. He’s still riding me hard, his hands on my hips the only thing still keeping me upright. I’m shaking all over, barely still able to take the pleasure he’s giving me.

When I came for the fourth time, he finally came with me. His cock buried deep inside me and pulsing hard, my body shaking all around it, my very soul shattered into a billion glowing pieces of bliss and light and everything good.

Then he finally releases me and lays on his back next to me. Panting. All I can do is lie down on my stomach next to him and try to remember how to breathe right again.

“That was amazing,” I manage to tell him.

“It was,” he says, still looking up at the ceiling, but sliding his fingers gently up and down my back. “You sure can take it.”

I’m glad I could give him an amazing time. Yet hearing him put it this way kinda hurts too. But there’s too much to unpack in thinking that way so I won’t even try.

He turns to me and grins. “I’m ready to go again whenever you are,” he says and gives my ass a slap.

I shake my head. “Already? Let me at least catch my breath first.”

He looks disappointed but smiles and rolls over to give me quick peck on the lips. “Don’t take too long though.”

“I won’t,” I promise him.

But that’s probably a lie too. Because I can hardly keep my eyes open. And I already know I’ll sleep better than I have in years as soon as I let them close.