5. Chapter 5
BLUE
When we pulled up in front of The Fallen MC headquarters in Entrance, my heart plummeted to the pit of my stomach and anchored there, a heavy, pinching weight.
It was obvious now that I thought about it.
Aaron might not have been wearing a leather jacket with club patches when he entered Evergreen Gas at the beginning of our night, but the rest of it—the tatts, the swagger, the way he’d systematically disarmed and beaten down the robbers, and that tangible charge of erotic danger surrounding him—all lent itself to an outlaw biker.
I should have known ’cause I’d grown up with them.
“I can’t go in there,” I told him as he parked the car. “I mean, I won’t.”
Aaron turned to me with an open, curious expression, resting one forearm on the wheel in a way that was strangely sexy as hell. “You wanna tell me why?”
I gestured to the mural of a skull and tattered, flaming wings painted on the brick wall of the low structure in front of us. A floodlight lit the massive mural like a spotlight from the heavens, highlighting a den of inequity.
“This is The Fallen MC clubhouse,” I stated flatly, trying to ignore the surge of bile threatening the back of my throat.
One thick brow arched. “You know the club?”
“Doesn’t everyone in BC?” I asked.
“You afraid?” Something gentled at the back of those coffee-coloured eyes, and he reached forward to brush a tattooed thumb along the edge of my jaw before gripping my chin lightly. “You got nothin’ to fear when I’m with ya, Blue. Don’t you get that?”
“I don’t get anything. I don’t know you,” I protested, but the words were like ash on my tongue.
Could you know a person without having their details?
I didn’t know Aaron’s last name, his favourite colour, or where he was born, but I felt like I had a sense of his soul, a blurry outline coming into focus.
And the truth was, I wanted to see more of it.
More of him.
But I couldn’t, not if he was one of them.
“I told you, I was raised by criminals. It took a lot for me to get away from them. I won’t risk everything again on another criminal,” I said, mostly honest because I couldn’t seem to keep from confiding in him. Not when he was staring at me like I was a movie star or a model—as if he could spend years looking at me and never get bored of what he saw.
He was silent for a long moment, but I didn’t press. I liked the feel of his rough-tipped fingers on my chin too much to force this exchange to its inevitable conclusion.
“You wanna call me a criminal, I can’t stop ya, but I wish you’d think’a me like somethin’ less defined. Like twilight between day and night. I got darkness in me, Blue. Don’t have to tell ya that after what you saw in Beaker’s trailer. But I got light too, a fuck ton’a it. Maybe the ratio’s too close for comfort, but I thought for a second you were the kinda girl who found more comfort in chaos than in what others think is right.”
He paused, and I realized, somehow, he’d drawn closer without me realizing. I could taste his breath on my lips and see the detailed ink of the inked owl wings spread over his throat. He was so beautiful, it seemed unthinkable he could be as ugly inside as the other criminals I’d known, but I wasn’t naive enough to think the face of evil had to be as grotesque as its heart.
“You might see me and this place as dangerous. As criminal. Maybe you’re right. But I’m also the same guy who took your hand when you needed help, and I learned that from the people in that clubhouse, Blue. I learned how to love like the best’a them ’cause my brothers and their families taught me what it means to be a man who protects his kin, who fights to the death for what he feels is right, and who won’t change for anyone. Even pretty girls with lake water eyes he could drown in.”
His thumb traveled from the dip above my chin to the swell of my lower lip, pressing lightly into the indent there to open my mouth. The pad of that finger dipped just slightly over the edge, past my teeth onto my tongue.
He tasted like salt and metal and man.
Electric lust sparked over my taste buds and charged down through my belly to my groin.
“Yeah,” he murmured in a voice so low it seemed like more of a purr. “I may be a dangerous man, but I’m the one in danger here. You walk out on me, that’ll ache in a way I’ve never ached ’fore. C’mon, Blue baby, what’s reward without a little risk?”
Those words echoed back at me from earlier in the night. The taste of him on my tongue, like one single bite of forbidden fruit, tempted me overwhelmingly to screw all the wisdom and lessons I’d learned in my life and follow trouble wherever he led.
I opened my mouth to say something even though my mind hadn’t yet landed on the right words because my heart was muddling up my thought process. But I didn’t get the chance because Aaron kissed me then.
He pressed his warm lips to my mouth, his thumb still pressing my lower lip down so his tongue was free to slide inside and claim every inch of me. He kissed me like a reverent scholar learning an ancient text, testing the texture of my tongue against his, mapping the edge of my teeth and the vibration of the moans that seeped unbidden from my throat. His other hand dipped into the hair at the side of my head and traveled to the back of my skull, cupping me like I was precious. A treasure he’d found and would never voluntarily part with.
There was passion and lust, but also something that kicked at the door of my heart, demanding entry.
Tenderness .
That was what it was.
The word floated into my brain when he crowded closer, tipping my head back to plunder me further.
This big brute of an outlaw was seducing me. Not taking. Not even owning. Just luring me deeper into his thrall. I was utterly defenceless against it because I’d thought he was the kind of man to force and push and bruise, and there he was, kissing me breathless while holding me carefully close.
How was I supposed to walk away from the only man who’d ever held me like that?
From a man who’d save a defenceless stranger.
From someone who said things like ‘lake water eyes’.
I didn’t want to.
God, I didn’t want to.
How cruel of God to dangle such beauty before my eyes, knowing it would be ripped away.
“Stop thinkin’. You’re woundin’ my pride,” Aaron murmured against my swollen lips before he angled his head and licked a wet trail up my throat to my ear, where he nipped and sucked at my lobe. “I won’t stop you, you want to walk away from me. But, Blue baby, kiss me now and give me somethin’ good to think about at night when I’m wishin’ you were here with me.”
Something like a whimper and a moan tangled in my throat a second before I arched up into his embrace, sank my hands in his overlong hair, and kissed him back. He fed me his own groan before clamping his wide hands over my thighs, fingers curling beneath the edge of each leg, then tugging sharply. I gasped as I fell back against the passenger door, but Aaron caught me with one hand to the back of my head while the other traveled down the inside of one thigh. Splayed over the console, my jean-clad groin was totally accessible to him, and he took full advantage by cupping me hard through the denim.
“So hot,” he murmured as he bent to nip at my mouth. “Fuck, I bet I tease this zipper open and slide my fingers inside, I’d find a pool’a wet waitin’ for me.”
“Do it,” I urged him, throwing my own rulebook out the window.
I’d pick it up later when I’d had my fill of this man and this moment.
Something dark and dangerous sparked in those brown eyes. When he spoke, his words were all gravel. “Yeah? You wanna taste’a me ’fore headin’ for the hills?”
“You got a problem with being used, Aaron?” I taunted, scratching at his chest through his tee. My nail hit something metallic on his left pec, and when I pinched, I discovered it was a hooped piercing through his nipple.
Any reservations I had evaporated in the flames of lust licking up from my core.
“A girl as pretty as you wants to use me, I won’t say no,” he agreed, but there was something a little sad, I thought, lurking in those flippant words.
It made my heart pang.
I ignored it, instead focusing on pulling his shirt up over his head. He lifted his arms for me and off it went, revealing tight, warm olive-brown skin with vividly inked tattoos across his shoulders and down his strong, flexing arms. Moisture pooled in my mouth as I traced a finger over the ridged boxes carved into his abdomen down to the rough path of hair leading into his jeans. The massive bulge down the length of one thigh was so obviously thick and long that a spark of worry actually made me pull back.
He chuckled huskily. “Don’t worry, Blue baby, I’ll get you nice and ready.”
“Even so,” I murmured incredulously as my questing fingers tentatively tried to wrap around that iron length. “I think this is a matter of physics, and you just won’t fit.”
Aaron’s laughter was so dark, it moved like smoke between us. In the low light creeping in the heavily tinted windows from the clubhouse exterior lights, I could see the joy and desire dancing in his eyes as he bent his head to my belly. When he went to lift my shirt, I batted his hand away. He tried again, this time with his eyes locked on mine.
When I blocked him, a sexy growl worked loose from his throat.
“You gotta let me touch you, Blue,” he groaned, voice wrecked by lust. “I’m dyin’ here.”
Feminine power surged through me, giving me confidence I’d never felt so acutely. I lay back and threaded my fingers through his, curling them both around the hem of my tee so we could lift it together. Aaron’s eyes were hot and bright on every inch of my skin as it was revealed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed roughly. There was no cruelty in his expression at the soft convex curve of my belly or the tracks of silvery stretch marks near my naval. Only a burning need so acute, it seared my skin and made me tremble.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he groaned roughly, dipping to press his mouth to my stomach. He rubbed his stubble-rough cheek against me as he peppered my torso with kisses, following the path of the tee as we raised it up to my breasts and over the twin mounds. My nipples pebbled in my bra, and Aaron found them immediately, sucking one into his mouth through the thin cotton. I arched into the hot, sucking friction of his mouth, clenching my hands in his hair to keep him still as he feasted on my tits. One and then the other, back and forth like a pendulum luring me into a trance. Distantly, I was aware that I was murmuring his name over and over, less coherent words as he worked me slowly and patiently into a frenzy using just his mouth on my breasts.
His teeth rasped against a swollen nipple in a way that made me rut up against him, searching for contact where I really needed it, between my thighs.
He laughed, husky and cruel. “You want more, Blue?”
I nodded, eyes closed, head tipped back as I focused on the lingering heat in each peak of my breast.
“Wanna hear you tell me what you want,” he ordered me, fingers flexing around my breasts, plumping the full weight of them in his big hands. “You want me to take off your bra and fuck these gorgeous tits? You want my tongue lower? Licking up all that sweet honey you got leakin’ between your pretty thighs? You tell me what you want, I’ll give it to you, baby.”
“God,” I moaned, almost scared by the level of heat burning low in my belly. “Can I choose all of the above?”
“Be careful what ya wish for,” came his throaty response a moment before he pulled away.
I murmured a protest, but he was only gone for a moment, cranking the front seat back so he had space to kneel on the ground before the wheel. His new position brought him low enough to kiss the inside of my denim-covered thigh. His eyes burned like banked coals as he slowly popped the button, then bent to drag the zipper tab down with his teeth.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, hypnotized by the sight of his broad shoulders between my thighs, of his mouth so close to my shamefully wet sex. My hands tightened in his hair when he kissed the flat of my groin covered by the simple blue panties he’d uncovered through the opening in my jeans.
“Lift,” he ordered as he started to peel the fabric from my legs, his big body coiling as he pulled them down to my ankles, then off along with my blue boots.
Finally, I was naked but for my underwear, sprawled indelicately across the passenger seat and the center console, my legs pushed wide by the breadth of his body between them. I squirmed, too exposed, doubt creeping in along old pathways.
Aaron stilled me by sliding his arms beneath my legs and wrapping his hands around my thighs to frame the inside of my groin where the fabric of my underwear was soaked through with desire. He dipped to press his nose to the top of my pussy and inhaled deeply, a shudder rocking through his spine.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he growled, pulling back just enough to show me the desire carved brutally into his features. “Smell like goddamn heaven. Now, be a good girl, Blue, and lay still while I take my fill. This is as close to heaven as a man like me’s ever likely to get.”
I opened my mouth to say something that ended with a ragged groan when he sealed his lips around my clit through the thin cotton and sucked me into the hot cavern of his mouth. The friction of his lashing tongue against the fabric was like a match to strike paper, igniting a heat so high inside me I thought it would burn me from the inside out. When he trailed two thick, rough-tipped fingers down the crease of my thigh and groin, then hooked my panties to the side so he could sink a finger inside my aching pussy, my bones turned to ash, and I collapsed limply against the passenger door, unable to hold myself up anymore.
He ate me like that, ruthlessly, ceaselessly. Tongue, teeth, fingers, the hot clasp of his lips all over every inch of my pussy, over the cotton and under it.
The first time I came, it crashed over my head like a wave, submerging me in pleasure so blue and bright it seemed like I’d fallen into the summer sea at noon. Heat blazed through me and left me a shaking, quivering mess in his strong hands.
He laughed, a soft, triumphant sound that gave way to a groan when he licked a path from the bottom of my crease to the top. “So fuckin’ delicious. All that cum just for me.”
A shiver rattled through me. “Come here, now. I want you.”
“Nah, not yet. You’re not nearly ready. Trust me.” He winked, one of his hands disappearing to wrench open his own jeans and pull out his cock. It slapped hard against his belly, a thick column of flesh wrapped with veins throbbing in time with his heartbeat. There were five silver bars through the underside of that wide shaft that glinted in the low light. A Jacob’s ladder.
My mouth watered, and my stomach flipped at the sight of it.
“Oh my God,” I whispered from deep in my throat. “I have a thing for piercings and that…” My hand fluttered uselessly. “Oh my God.”
But I had to agree with him.
I was not ready for that monster.
Aaron chuckled again at the expression on my face. His voice was a hot caress against my inner thigh as he nuzzled it and whispered, “Don’t worry, by the time I’m slidin’ inside this hot little pussy, you’ll be so ready, you’ll be beggin’ to feel the stretch and burn’a me. But I’m glad you like the look’a me ’cause I sure as fuck love the look and taste’a you.”
“Get to work then,” I said, trying for haughtiness, for a joke when all I wanted to do was stay in this steaming car forever being worked over like a fine instrument by a musical genius.
Aaron didn’t laugh. Instead, he looked up at me as he lay his cheek on the inside of my soft thigh and wrapped his hand firmly in the soaked-through placket of my underwear. With a sharp, sudden tug that cut into my hips, he wrenched the thong apart in his grip. I watched without breathing as he lifted the ruined panties to his nose, breathed deeply, then shoved them into his pocket for later.
His grin was wicked as he brought his hands around my hips to cup my ass and lifted me high to bring my leaking pussy to his mouth again.
“Feel free to scream if ya need to,” he allowed before sealing his mouth to me.
My spine bowed as he sucked my tender clit and slid two twisting fingers into the silken clutch of my body.
This time, he didn’t work me up slowly. He attacked me, nipping at the swell of my pubic mound, whipping my clit with hard tongue lashes and sucking so firmly I felt he was about to turn me inside out into his mouth. When I came, I screamed around the sound of his name in my mouth and shattered into pieces, knowing he would catch every single jagged edge of me.
I floated so high on my climax that, at first, I wasn’t aware of the tear of foil, then the hiss as Aaron rolled a condom onto his length. I blinked once, twice, clearing the fog and the sheen of pleasure-bought tears. Aaron’s gaze was fixed on the sight of his large sheathed cock parting my folds, sliding through the wet over my entrance but not actually entering me.
I whimpered as I canted my hips, too far gone to be embarrassed.
“I need to feel you,” I said, but I didn’t beg. My voice was strong, unwavering. I needed this man inside me like I needed my next breath. Electricity sparked along my skin as I thought of being connected to him, of having someone worthy for the first time in my life between my thighs. “I don’t care if it hurts. I want it to, so I remember you for days after this.”
Aaron moaned, and his hands lashed on to my hips, hauling me over the console so I settled suddenly in his lap. My cum-slick thighs slid against the rough fabric of his jeans as he moved me up and over his cock.
“Look at me when I spread you open,” he barked gruffly, one hand curling into the back of my hair to clench tightly and the other slowly pressing me down onto his erection. “I wanna watch you struggle to take me.”
“Fuck,” I hissed, fisting both hands in his shirt so tightly there was a rip . Even though I was loose and ready, slick as spilled oil between my thighs, it was a struggle to work myself down onto his thickness. He held me close, panting raggedly as he watched me wriggle and rock onto him.
“That’s it,” he coaxed thickly. “Yeah, Blue baby, work that cock into your snug little cunt. Wanna see you work for it.”
God, I was working for it. My head fell back between my shoulders as he released his grip on my hair and trailed a hand down the center of my chest, spreading his fingers over my thundering heart. I shuddered as the last of my resistance snapped like an elastic band, and I finally impaled myself on him. The metal bars through his frenum warmed instantly against the heat of me and felt utterly erotic rubbing into my sensitized flesh.
We both groaned, the sounds tangling together like our sweat-dampened bodies. Aaron wrapped his strong arms around me and hugged me close, grinding me down onto him in a way that made feverish shivers break out across my body.
It was intimate.
Not fucking, not quite.
He held me so close I could feel his heartbeat against my own chest. I could taste the salt of his neck against my tongue and hear the way his breath stuttered and filtered through his laboring lungs. He held me in that way I was discovering he had that made me feel like more than a stranger.
Like more than the past I was ashamed of and the future I was scared for.
Like I was just a girl and he was just a boy.
“Ride me,” he ordered on a hot exhale in my ear before leaning back to prop his hands behind his head in an arrogant, insanely sexy posture that made his arms bulge and his abs contract. “Wanna watch you take me.”
Confidence like I’d never felt buoyed me. I rose, cresting his tip like a wave I rode all the way down to the end of his length, then back again.
“Touch your gorgeous tits for me.”
My fingers trembled as I reached up to tweak my nipples through my thin bra.
“Take them out over the cups.” His voice was like a hand at my throat, almost threatening and dangerously alluring.
I pulled the cups down so my heavy breasts were plumped up over the fabric and Aaron responded with a groan that rumbled through him into me.
“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” he told me, then when I shied away from his gaze, he clasped my chin and forced me to look into his heavy-lidded eyes. “Gorgeous. A fuckin’ dream.”
Tears seared the backs of my eyes even when I tried to blink them back. “Why are you ruining this?”
“This?” he asked, with a raised brow, grinding me down on him so my clit caught fire at the impact of his short, coarse pubic hair against my tender flesh. “The only way I’m ruinin’ this is by tryin’ to ruin you for other men. I’m thinkin’ you should be mine alone.”
“You don’t know me,” I panted as he dipped to suck my left breast into his mouth, one hand palming the entire thing and lifting it to his lips. “You don’t know enough to want me.”
“Know enough to want to know you more,” he countered, nipping hard at my flesh in a way that had me tightening like a vise around his cock as I churned over it. “Know enough to want to mark your neck with hickeys and fill your tight cunt with so much cum I leak outta ya for days. So any man who gets too close can smell me on you and know, even though you walked away, I had you here, and I wanted you bad.”
“Stop,” I begged, but my hips were pumping hard, my fingers spasming in his hair as I held him close to my breasts, to my heart. Dreams and desires spun a mad dance together in my blood, heating it until I felt I would burst.
“Only if you make me,” he growled, pulling back with a snarl to glare at me with flashing eyes. His hands found my hips in a punishing grip that somehow made the pleasure coil tighter in my belly. “Until then, you’re fuckin’ mine .”
He fucked up into me then, fast, hard strokes that dragged across my raw nerves and lit them all on fire. He fucked me until I couldn’t breathe, every single muscle in my body clenched around the monstrous girth of him inside me.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod,” I chanted, a desperate edge to my voice as pleasure clawed at my insides and threatened to tear me in two. “Fuck, fuck, Aaron, I c-can’t.”
“You can,” he growled, and as if to prove it, he wedged a hand between our bodies where we were joined and carefully worked one of his fingers into my stretched pussy beside his pounding dick. I shuddered and made a keening animal noise I couldn’t control as I struggled and surged against him, so close to breaking I almost couldn’t bear it. “You will,” he ordered and then bit down hard at the junction of my neck and shoulder.
I burst apart.
Like waves against the rock or fireworks shattering into bright pieces in a dark night sky, every particle of my body separated and reformed around him. Around Aaron. I sobbed from the sheer power of the climax and the swift aftermath of realization that reality was still outside this car and would inevitably call me back home.
I clutched my midnight stranger close, pouring my tears over his shoulder and pressing kisses on top of his pounding pulse as he groaned and arched and seated himself at the very end of me as he came inside me.
Recklessly, I wished I could feel the heat of him at the entrance of my womb without the barrier of a condom.
I squeezed my eyes shut as we held each other in the quiet, warm afterglow. Aaron’s hand mapped a lazy trail down my right side, tracing my curves like he planned to sculpt me later out of clay.
A tear escaped the tight compression of my lids and rolled down my cheek.
In all the years I was with Otto, and the man before him, I’d never been cradled in the bowl of a big man’s arms and held like he’d shield me through anything.
And fuck, it was a powerful moment, one I felt sear itself into my soul in a way I’d never, ever forget.
“What’d that motherfucker do to you?” Aaron asked, rough voice low like he was afraid to startle me.
“A scumbag who stole my savings and the sapphire and diamond ring my mum gave me. Otto was nothing,” I admitted. “It’s what happened before.”
What might be happening again , I thought but didn’t say. If Rooster was in the area, I was as good as fucked. And if he thought for one second I’d taken up with a new man, and worse, that the new man was affiliated with The Fallen…well, he’d kill him.
I couldn’t–– wouldn’t ––let that happen to a man who could hold me like this.
Like I was precious.
“Stay,” Aaron said suddenly, and the hand cupping the back of my skull pulled at my hair so I was forced to look at his pleasure-softened face. “Stay with me. After we get this shit sorted, give me your name, give me your number. Let me know you.”
I was already shaking my head before he’d finished. “You don’t want to know me. I’m trouble.”
A sharp-edged grin flashed across his inky stubble-stained cheeks. “I’m a fan’a trouble.”
“Yeah and you’re too much of it for me to handle.”
“You handled me just fine right now,” he quipped.
“Aaron,” I said, leveling him with a somber gaze. “Trust me, you don’t want to get involved with me. There’s trouble, and then there’s more trouble than I’m worth.”
“Never had anythin’ good come to me I didn’t have to work for first,” he rebutted with a stubborn jut of his scarred chin. “You think you aren’t worth that? Even knowin’ ya for five hours, I can tell havin’ you is worth a lifetime’a trouble.”
My heart twisted and flopped like a slippery fish as I tried to get a grip on it and force it back into its net.
“Blue,” he whispered, moving a big, ringed hand over my hair to push it back from my face. “Take a chance on me.”
“I want to,” I admitted as I pressed my forehead to his. “But it’s better for both of us that I don’t.”
He stared at me, but we were too close for me to read the expression in those dramatic eyes. After a long moment, he pulled away and gently lifted me off him into the passenger seat. He avoided my eyes as he tucked his still-large but softening cock into his jeans and tied off the used condom.
“Fine,” he said gruffly. “But there’s no way I’m lettin’ ya outta my sight until we get this shit sorted with your ex. He could come for you thinkin’ you have his loot.”
“I can handle Otto.”
He shot me a withering look that made me feel guilt like a spear through my side. “Yeah, well, you’re not gonna. At least not alone. You want a moment to get cleaned up, I’ll wait outside. But you’re goin’ in that clubhouse with me so we can sort out a plan to keep you safe. I don’t care if I gotta drag you inside kickin’ and screamin’ to do it. You get me, Blue?”
He slid out of the car before I could say another word.
A massive sigh nearly choked me on its way out of my mouth. I wanted to meet The Fallen MC almost as much as I wanted Rooster to discover me again, but I couldn’t deny that I…trusted Aaron. If he thought they were good people, and I knew he was a good person, how far off base could he be? Truth be told, I didn’t really have any other choice. We had two duffels of contraband goods and a criminal gang after us, after me. I was fucked if I did and fucked if I didn’t. At least if I went inside with Aaron, the danger was targeted more at my heart than my life.
With another heavy sigh, I flipped the visor down to check my appearance and nearly laughed at the sight that greeted me.
Because despite knowing no matter what happened the rest of the night, I had to leave Aaron behind forever, mussed from his grip and his kiss, flushed from the pleasure he’d coaxed from my body, I looked prettier and happier than I’d ever looked before.