4. Katherine
CHAPTER 4
KATHERINE
The concert wasn't even that good. I didn't try to bail early because Arrow stood there with his arms wrapped around me the whole time. And boy, did I love being in his arms.
Crank has taken a special liking to Penny, and Motor Mouth has been by Bridget's side. They seem to be having fun. Though it’s pretty obvious that my friends are irritated that they can't flirt and get a reaction from the other two guys.
I could tell Arrow was paying attention because about the time I lost interest, he leaned over and whispered into my ear.
“Ready to get out of here? We can go. Those guys will make sure your friends are safe,” he says.
Turning, I look up at him and nod. Getting Penny and Bridget’s attention, I yell goodbye to my friends.
They're all smiles and singing along to the music, which is so loud I can't hear a single thing they're saying. But they both give me a thumbs up, so we leave, enjoying the silence and the night air.
“Your place or mine, Kitty Kat?” he asks as we get closer to his bike.
“I have my own hotel room...” I say, and he smiles.
“Your place it is, then. Hop on,” he says, helping me up on his bike and securing a helmet over my head that actually fits me this time.
“I stopped and got you a helmet. You’ll need it riding on my bike," he says, anticipating the question in my head.
My mind races because that's not something a guy would do if he’s not planning on seeing a woman after they have sex. That's something he’d do for someone he plans on keeping around. But I brush it off. Maybe he's just trying to be nice and ensure that he gets laid tonight.
What he doesn't know is that he has gotten me so worked up at this concert that I might self-combust if he does the gentlemanly thing and walks away.
But that doesn't mean my nerves aren't going crazy either. When he gets on the bike, I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight. He picks up one of my hands from his chest and brings it up to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss on my knuckles before putting it back on his chest and patting it.
Then he slides his helmet on and turns the engine on.
I'm already on edge from all the teasing at the concert, and now, with the vibrations between my legs, I miss the question he asks.
“Kitty Kat, what has your mind so distracted?” he chuckles.
Focusing on him, I ask, “I'm sorry. What did I miss?”
“I asked what hotel are you staying at?”
Even over the roar of the motorcycle, I can hear the chuckle in his voice.
I give him the name and some directions, and before I know it, we're pulling into the hotel parking lot. Once he parks, secures his bike, and takes my helmet, we head upstairs. Thankfully, there is a door to enter where I don’t have to go through the lobby. Since we've been here, Penny and Bridget have made it a point to get to know all the staff. Without a doubt, they’d remember me coming in with a big biker, and I want to keep my stuff private.
His gaze is intense as we ride the elevator up to my floor. My nipples are hard points under my bra, and I want to shiver at his stare.
When the elevator doors open, he follows me down the hallway to my room. I don't know what I expect, but once the door is closed and locked behind us, he walks over to the dresser and sets the helmet down, then turns to look at me.
I haven't moved. My back is still to the door. He walks over to me, studying me with his every step.
“Why are you so nervous, Kitty Kat?” he asks as he puts his hands on my waist so there are only a few inches between us.
“Well, this is my first time doing something like this,” I say, not quite sure how to tell him I’m a virgin without scaring him off. Because I'm sure once he finds out, he will grab his stuff and be out the door so fast.
"Your first one-night stand, perhaps. But let me assure you, Kitty Kat, it will also be your last. Because this won't just be one night," he says confidently, his eyes never leaving mine, as if trying to read my thoughts.
How can he be so sure?
Maybe I want to scare him off because the next thing I know, I tell him what I said I wasn't going to.
“No, it's my first time. I've never had sex before,” I say and then clamp my mouth shut, waiting for his reaction.
Once again, his eyes are focused on me, searching mine like he's waiting for me to say that I was just joking.
“Are you serious?” he asks softly, in a dangerous way, not at all like I expected.
My tongue feels way too big for my mouth, so all I do is nod.
A beautiful smile lights up his face and he tilts my head up to look me right in the eyes. “Well, that's perfect because it's my first time, too,” he says.
My jaw drops open in astonishment. “How is that possible?” I ask in complete bewilderment.
He lets out a deep chuckle before answering, “How is it possible that I'm almost forty and still a virgin? Have you not noticed the massive scar on my face?”
What is he talking about? Of course, I've seen it and I think it's sexy as hell. Anyone who doesn't think so has seriously got problems. Without thinking about it, I reach up and gently trace the scar. He closes his eyes and doesn't move, his body tight and tense.
“I see the scar,” I say softly. “And I think it's really sexy.”
His eyes pop open, and he stares incredulously at me.
“You don't have to lie to me. I'm already a sure thing,” he says in a growly whisper.
I feel a deep desire to prove to him that I mean what I say, so I maintain eye contact as I reach between us and unbutton my jeans. Slowly, I slide them down my hips, revealing lacy black panties that match the bra peeking out from under my shirt. Taking his hand, I guide it between my legs, feeling the electric surge of anticipation course through my body at his touch.
"Fuck," he whispers, his eyes shining with wonder as he feels how soaked my panties are. "You really do find that scar a turn-on, don't you?" His question sends a jolt of arousal through me, and all I can manage is a nod.
Suddenly, without any warning, his lips crash into mine. Then he picks me up, carries me to the bed, and lays me down like I am the most fragile thing in the world.
While he undresses me, his lips never leave mine. I’m breathless with desire, and I wrap my arms tightly around him, feeling the heat and the wonderful hardness of his body.
Finally, I am laid bare before him, and I’m slightly nervous about his perusal of my naked body. Holding my breath, I wait for his reaction, but he only smiles softly, and reaches out to gently trace my curves.
His touch sends a lightning bolt of desire through me, and for the first time in my life, I understand what it means to be so aroused that the world will end if I don’t get what I need.
Then he leans down and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking gently while his hands continue to explore my body. I gasp as a new wave of pleasure washes over me, and I realize I am completely under his spell.
With one swift motion, he slides my panties down my legs, and I am completely exposed to him. My heart pounds in my chest, and I can feel the heat of his desire as he positions himself between my legs.
He spreads my legs and kisses down my belly toward my core. My body trembles in anticipation. Every touch, every kiss, every word he speaks sends shivers down my spine.
Finally, his lips graze my most sensitive spot, and I cry out in pleasure. He slides his tongue inside me, sending waves of deliciousness coursing through my body. The pleasure is intense, and I cling to him, not wanting this moment to end.
I’m racing toward an orgasm more powerful than any I’ve ever given myself. He gently slides one finger inside me while his tongue keeps teasing my clit. After a few thrusts, he slides in a second finger, stretching me out.
I feel like I'm being split in two, and I moan loudly as my orgasm crashes into me. He reaches up and covers my mouth with one hand, while the other keeps thrusting in and out. Only once my body starts to relax, does he remove his fingers and slowly kiss his way back up my body. I'm panting heavily, my heart pounding in my chest as I anticipate what comes next.
“I love how loud you are, but those sounds are only for me, not our neighbors,” he says, kissing me. I taste myself in that kiss and it’s such a turn on. I’ve read about it in my romance books, but I never expected it to be so erotic.
I’m almost disappointed when he pulls away and stands. Though when he bends down to grab his wallet from his pants, and I see him pull out a condom, I smile in anticipation.
“This is your last chance to tell me if you don't want this. Once I'm inside you, Kitty Kat, there's no turning back. You'll be mine,” he declares confidently.
My heart pounds in excitement as I look up at him and reply without hesitation, “I want this more than anything else in the world.”
But deep down, I know it's more than just physical desire. Without him, I feel like a part of me would wither away.
His grin widens at my response, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
“Good. Because I don't plan on stopping until you beg for more.”
He rips open the foil and slides the condom on before climbing back onto the bed with me. Caging me in with his strong tattooed arms, I can feel my heart pound in my chest at his possessiveness. I gaze into his steel-gray eyes, and let myself enjoy this moment.
Breaking the spell, he leans down and kisses me deeply. While his tongue explores my mouth, his hands roam over my body. I can feel the heat of his desire as he positions himself between my legs.
He lines up with me, holding his breath for just a moment as though he's taking one last deep breath before a plunge.
"Are you sure?" he whispers, his eyes searching mine for any sign of doubt.
With my heart still racing, I meet his gaze and nod.
With a single, powerful thrust, he fills me completely, and a cry escapes my lips as I feel every inch of him deep inside me. The pinch of pain is nothing like I thought it would be.
"Oh, fuck," he breathes, his eyes closing for a moment as he adjusts to the feeling of being inside me.
It takes a moment for me to adapt to the fullness, but soon I want him to move. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him closer, wanting to feel every stroke and sensuous movement.
He begins to move, slowly at first, setting a rhythm that sends shivers through me. With each thrust, he hits a spot deep inside me that makes me cry out, arching my back and clutching at him.
He watches me with a mixture of awe and desire, his eyes never leaving mine.
I claw at his back, desperate for more.
“That’s right, Kitty Kay, claw at my back, leave marks I’m going to feel for days,” he growls. But he does as I want and picks up the pace, driving into me harder and faster. My body responds to his every move, and I feel myself building toward something incredible.
His hands grip my hips as he continues to fuck me, his eyes never leaving mine. "You like that, Kitty Kat?" he asks breathlessly.
"Yes, yes, yes," I gasp, my body reacting to every thrust. My nails dig into his skin, leaving marks, saying he is mine.
My orgasm is building, and there’s such an intensity and fluttering in my pussy that I know I'm close. He senses it, too, and leans down, capturing my lips in a heated kiss. "That's it, Kat," he murmurs against my mouth. "Let go for me."
My pleasure increases with such force that I cling to him, my body arching upward as my climax screams through me. I cry out his name, my body shaking with the intensity of it.
He watches me come apart in his arms, his eyes never leaving mine as I shatter into a million pieces. My orgasm is all-consuming, and I can't help but cling to him, needing his touch to ground me.
Finally, my body starts to relax, and I can feel his arousal pulsing against me as his own orgasm hits him.
He groans loudly, his body stiffening as he pumps into me one last time before he goes completely limp, still buried inside me.
Once he catches his breath, he gets up and goes to the bathroom to clean up. Bringing out a wet washcloth, he gently cleans me before lying down and pulling me into his side.
Contented, I lie in his arms with my head on his shoulder, tracing over the tattoos he has on his chest. There’s one of a cross and boots that I know symbolize he lost someone that he served with. Wanting to know that story is just one of many questions I have, but there’s one at the top of my mind.
“Mean what you said earlier?” I ask, my mind still in a daze from all the orgasms he gave me.
“Which part?” he smirks, pulling me closer and kissing the top of my head.
“You said that this is not going to be a one-night stand.” I’m glad that I'm not facing him because I don't know if I could look into his eyes right now, especially if he didn't really mean that.
“I absolutely meant that. Even though I have to head home to Mustang Mountain and take care of a few things, I will be coming back for you.”
I don’t bother to hide my smile or the way my nipples harden at his words. And the whole-body tingles when he says he's coming for me? It fills me with wonder and a little, okay, lots of heat.
“Take care of?” I ask deciding to joke with him. “You mean like a wife?”
Moments after the words are out of my mouth, he has me flipped over on my back, and he is on top of me, staring at me, engaging me.
“You're playing a dangerous game, Kitty Kat. I already told you that you were my first. How could you be my first if I had a wife?”
As he stares at me, his eyes darken, as if he's studying me and wanting to know every thought that crosses my mind.
“I don't know. Maybe it's just something you say to get women into bed. It’s not like with a woman. You can tell for sure if she’s a virgin or not,” I say, continuing to mess with him.
Growling at me, then with no effort, he flips me over onto my stomach and spanks my butt several times. Each slap on my ass goes straight to my core. Interesting, I never thought I’d like it, but now, yes, I think I want more of this.
“I will never lie to you, Kitty Kat,” he says as he flips me back over onto my back again. “I don't ever want you doubting me, either. There’s some club business I have to take care of and a few things to arrange before I come back. Do you understand me? No matter what, I am coming for you. Don't you forget that you are mine. Your virgin blood on my cock proves it,” he snarls before his lips crash into mine again.
I love this man's dirty talk. The words that he's telling me, I love even more. Time will tell if he's actually going to make good on his promise.