Chapter 9
9
NORA
M y day had started out so well, but it took a decided turn for the worse four hours after I returned home when my mom got back from her luncheon. I hadn’t seen her before she left, but since her spot in the garage was right next to mine, she knew I was home and headed straight for my room.
She didn’t bother knocking before she flung my door open and stomped over to my bed, where I was lying on my stomach while reading. Tilting my head back, I smiled up at her. “How was your lunch?”
“How was lunch?” she shrieked, planting her hands on her hips. “Is that all you have to say to me after disappearing for an entire night with that…that…thug?”
I set my book to the side with a sigh, then shifted positions so that I was sitting cross-legged—and she didn’t have quite as much of a height advantage. “I told you who was picking me up, Mom. That thug, as you called him, was Eli.”
“Elias Prescott III is in a gang?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“The Hounds of Hellfire aren’t a gang, Mother. They’re a motorcycle club,” I corrected, my voice thick with irritation. “One with members like Eli, who’s a lawyer. And two doctors who I haven’t met yet. I don’t think that thug accurately describes men who’ve earned medical degrees and juris doctorates. Do you?”
“Well, I never,” she huffed, twisting her hands together. “A senator’s son in a motorcycle club? That’s ridiculous.”
“Eli is more than his father’s son.” And I was more than my mother’s daughter, but I didn’t voice that thought because the only thing that would accomplish was making her even more angry.
“Now you’re being ridiculous,” she chided. “That boy grew up with all the advantages anyone could ask for, and he walked away from it for a motorcycle club of all things?”
Eli had left his family behind way before he prospected for the Hounds, but that was his story to tell. Not mine. And my parents had to earn the right to hear it—something I worried would never happen with their deeply ingrained biases against everyone they saw as beneath them.
“That boy is a thirty-three-year-old man,” I pointed out.
“Well, hopefully he comes to his senses now that he’s dating a nice girl like you.” She smoothed the material of her skirt. “A summer wedding next year with a senator in attendance would do wonders for your father’s next mayoral campaign.”
I narrowed my eyes and shook my head. “It’s way too soon to be talking about getting married.”
“Not if you’re spending the entire night out with him,” she chided, wagging her finger. “Remember…men won’t want to buy the cow if you’re giving them the milk for free.”
Was it any wonder that I’d still been a virgin when I got advice like that from her since I was twelve?
As soon as she trotted back out of my room, I grabbed my cell and typed out a text. I had no idea if Eli would see it anytime soon, but I was desperate.
Me
I really wish I’d waited for you at the clubhouse. No matter how long you’re gone.
It was a while before he responded, but at least I’d been able to avoid my mother and finish my book during that time.
Eli
Head to my house, and I’ll meet you there soon.
His offer was a big deal, especially coming from the man who’d told me that he’d never brought a woman there before.
Me
I don’t remember how to get there and wouldn’t be able to get in.
He sent me a pin with the address, followed by another text.
Eli
Door has an electronic lock. Added a code for you. 0720 followed by the # symbol.
That was a number I could easily remember since it was my birthday. I didn’t know how he knew when it was, same as I never found out how he got my phone number. But I was impressed by the thought he’d put into choosing a code that meant something to me.
Me
Thank you.
Those two words weren’t enough to express my gratitude, so I’d just have to come up with a better way when I saw him. Preferably one that involved me stripping that sexy suit from his even sexier body.
After tossing a few things into a weekender bag, I grabbed my purse, keys, and phone. Then I headed out the door, calling, “I’m going to see the man you’re hoping will propose soon, Mom.”
“If you spend the night again, be sure to set an alarm so you can put on your face before he wakes up.”
Since I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen her without makeup, I wasn’t surprised by the suggestion. But I was stunned that she didn’t lecture me about being home at a decent hour—probably because she was holding out hope that Eli would reconcile with his parents and give her something to brag about at the country club.
Whatever the reason, I took the win. And right on its heels came another since Eli pulled into his driveway right behind me in a Mercedes my father would appreciate. He shot me a sexy smile when he climbed out of the driver’s side and flung his suit coat over his shoulder. “Hey, baby girl. Thought for sure you’d beat me here. Seems I forgot to account for how long it’d take you to drive over.”
“Considering the little show you’re putting on for me.” I gestured down the length of his tall body. “I think my timing was perfect.”
He prowled toward me, his hazel eyes filled with heat. “Only thing that woulda been better was if you were waiting for me in my bed. Naked.”
“That can be arranged.”
The last word ended on a yelp when he crouched low enough to press his shoulder against my belly and lift me high into the air. Then he marched to the front door, punched in a code, tossed his suit coat onto a rack against the wall, and headed deeper into the house.
I hadn’t come inside when we followed Eli here to pick up his truck for our first date, so I was curious about the place he called home. But I didn’t get the chance to see much before he dumped me onto the mattress in what I assumed was the primary bedroom.
Pressing my elbows into the plush surface beneath me, I levered up just enough to cast him a playful look. “You’re not going to give me the full tour?”
“After,” he growled, kicking off his shoes before undoing the buckle on his belt.
I practically panted in anticipation as I got my own personal strip show. When he dropped his dress shirt to the floor, my fingers itched to trace over the black lines of the tattoo etched onto his left side. Also those thick veins in his forearms. And his six-pack abs. Basically, every inch of his amazing body…along with my tongue.
“I think I found a new fetish—suit porn.” His brows drew together as he stalked toward me, and I hurried to add, “But only if you’re the one who’s putting it on or taking it off.”
“Damn fucking straight, I’m the only man you’re ever gonna see naked.” Not wanting to ruin the moment, I decided it was probably best if I didn’t point out that sometimes I got stuck on calls when the patient wasn’t wearing clothes. I was rewarded for my restraint when Eli undid the button on his pants and dragged the zipper down. “And no other man is ever gonna sink into your sweet pussy, like I’m about to do right now.”
I signaled my enthusiasm for that plan by kicking off my shoes and yanking my top over my head. By the time he crawled onto the mattress in only his boxer briefs, I was down to my bra and panties.
“Been thinking about this all damn day,” he rasped right before his lips slammed down onto mine.
His kiss started out explosive and built more from there. He devoured my mouth as though he was a starving man and I was the only thing that could satisfy him.
I clung to his shoulders, my knees going up so that his hips were cradled between my legs. His hard length pressed against my core, creating a friction that drove me wild.
“I have, too. Need you,” I panted against his lips.
“You’re gonna get me, baby girl,” he promised. “But first, you earned yourself another spanking.”
My inner walls clenched at the thought of him leaving his handprint on my butt cheek again. But I still asked, “How did I do that?”
His hazel eyes burned with possession as he growled, “Two words…suit porn.”
“I was only talking about you, which I already said.” Rolling my eyes, I laughed. “You left me all hot and bothered this morning after I watched you get dressed. Then you did it again just climbing out of your car. Whoever you get your suits from definitely deserves a raise.”
“Any hint of you with another man makes me see red,” he admitted, yanking my hips off the mattress with one hand so he could swat at my butt with the other.
The spanking wasn’t as hard as the ones he’d given me last night, but I wasn’t expecting it, so I yelped in surprise. “Hey!”
“You want to waste time complaining?” He trailed his lips along my jaw to whisper in my ear. “Or do you want to get straight to me, giving you so much pleasure that your screams echo off these walls?”
I let out a little moan when he nipped at my earlobe. “Bring on the orgasms.”
He must’ve loved my response because he captured my mouth in another deep, ravishing kiss. His hands went behind my back to undo the clasp of my bra, then he slid them to the front to cup my bare breasts. He stroked the pads of his thumbs over my nipples, and it felt as though there was a direct line between them and my womb.
Moaning, I arched my back to press my chest deeper into his touch. “If you like that, baby girl, you’re gonna fucking love this.”
His lips wrapped around one of the pebbled tips, and I shuddered in need. “Eli, yes!”
Every tug of his mouth and teeth sent a streak of pleasure straight to my clit, making me desperate to feel him moving inside me. When he switched to the opposite side to toy with that rounded globe, I wiggled beneath him in an attempt to ease the ache between my legs.
“Is my sweet baby girl’s pussy ready to take my big, fat cock?” He punctuated his question by slipping his hand lower and trailing his fingers between my drenched folds. “Based on how wet you are for me, I’d say yes. But I want to hear the words from your perfect lips.”
“Yes,” I gasped.
“You gotta give me more than that, baby girl.”
I stroked my hand up his spine as I murmured, “I need you inside me. Please.”
“Good girl.”
He made quick work of stripping my panties off my body before shoving his boxer briefs down his legs. But before he settled back between my thighs, he yanked me down the mattress until my pussy was right in front of his mouth. Then his tongue circled my clit while he sank a finger in my tight hole.
I rocked my hips against his face, already desperate to come. As though he knew exactly what I needed, Eli twisted his wrist to hit the perfect spot inside me at the same time as his teeth tugged on my sensitive bundle of nerves.
My climax crashed over me, and I screamed, “Yes, oh yes! Eli!”
He ate me through my release, only tearing his mouth from me to replace it with the tip of his dick after my tremors stopped. I still hadn’t fully caught my breath when he plunged deep inside, and I dug my nails into his shoulders while I held on for the wild ride he gave me.
After giving me a moment to adjust to his invasion, he slipped his hands beneath my knees. Then he used his grip to drape my legs over his shoulders until only my shoulder blades and head were left on the mattress. “Time to do a little test of the limberness you bragged about.”
This position allowed him to drive deep enough for the tip of his dick to hit my cervix on each powerful thrust. He had all the control, and I could only take what he gave me while I was practically folded in half. Over and over again until I was writhing in ecstasy. “Eli! Yes! Oh yes!”
“I fucking love how your pussy fights to keep my cock inside. Fuck, yes! That’s it, baby girl. Come for me.”
Between his sensual demand and how his dick hammered into my pussy, I flew apart, screaming his name as I came.
Eli’s head reared back, the tendons in his neck standing out as he roared, “Fuck! Oh fuck, baby! Yes!”
The splash of his hot come against my inner walls set me off again. With his face buried in the crook of my neck, Eli kept moving until my tremors subsided. Then he rolled over onto his back without breaking our connection.
“Remind me to sign you up for some yoga classes or something. Gotta keep you flexible if you can bend like that while taking my dick hard.”
I never knew a woman could laugh while having a guy’s dick inside them, but I wasn’t surprised when I giggled. Being with Eli made me so darn happy, I was overflowing with joy.