CHAPTER FOUR #2
“Blue? Yeah, he’s in the back. Come on.” He pushes off the bar and comes out from behind it. Low music echoes through the place.
I follow him down a long hall and through a door, noticing his vest says prospect on the back of it. The hall opens into a big room with a concrete floor and a bunch of exercise equipment. A skylight in the roof is the only illumination.
Across the room, Blue has his back to us and is hitting a punching bag. He’s also shirtless.
“Hey, Blue,” the prospect yells over the music blasting from a speaker. “You’ve got a visitor.”
Blue pauses and glances over his shoulder to the prospect, then his eyes go past the man to me, and he turns fully, his chest heaving and sweat gleaming on his tattooed skin.
My eyes trail over the ink and all that muscle on display.
“Thanks, prospect. Beat it,” Blue tells him, then stares at me as the man exits the way we came, leaving us alone.
Blue flicks off the music, and suddenly the quiet is deafening. His eyes trail over me, then lock on mine. “What are you doing here, Luisa?”
“I… I don’t know. I was driving past, and then before I knew it, I was turning in the drive. I saw your bike out front.”
“Yeah? So?”
He’s being difficult, and he knows it. “I wanted to see you.”
“You found me. Now what?”
I’m at a loss for words. I’ve texted this man, telling him things about myself no one knows. He’s seen my breasts; he’s had his mouth on them. Why can’t I speak now? I take a step closer and lay a palm on his chest. His heart pounds beneath it, but is it from the punching bag or from my nearness?
His eyes drop to my hand, then lift to mine.
“You look real pretty in that dress, sweetheart. All fresh and sweet, and I’m a sweaty mess.”
“I don’t mind,” I whisper, inching closer. “Kiss me, Blue.”
And then he moves with a suddenness that has me gasping. He takes my face in his hands, then spins us and backs me against the wall, his big body boxing mine in and his face dipping close, his mouth a mere inch from mine.
“You tempt a man to his limits, pretty girl. Be careful because you’re playing with fire.” And then he kisses me, and it’s just like the last time we were together, all eagerness and impatience. His mouth devours mine, and my hands stray up, and my fingers thread through his damp hair.
The attraction between us is insane. It’s heady how much I want this man. I don’t want the kiss to end, but when it does, we’re both breathing hard.
I can see him struggling with a decision, and wonder if he’s about to tell me to leave, but instead he steps back, takes my hand, and leads me to the door.
Fear spikes through me that he’s going to take me to my car, but then he makes a turn down another hall and opens the door at the end.
Once we’re inside, I see it’s a bedroom.
“Is this yours?”
“Yeah.” He grabs a towel from a hook on the wall and wipes his chest, then tosses it, strolling toward me.
“What happened with that woman from the gas station the other day?” I ask nervously making small talk.
“Bandit took her to a friend’s house. She’s staying there until she figures out what she wants to do. You didn’t come here to ask me about her, though.”
“It was nice what you did. Stopping that man from hitting her.”
“I don’t take to men beating on women. Guys who do that are fucking cowards in my book.
” He walks closer. “So, you tracked me down, and now we’re alone.
You sure you want to stay? Because if you do, I’m going to take you down on that bed and fuck you.
Maybe that way we’ll both get this out of our systems. But that’s all this will be—just sex. You good with that?”
I nod, but everything inside me screams I won’t be. It would never be enough.
“You won’t expect more?”
If once is all we’ll have, at least I’ll have that much of him.
“Because I can’t be whatever prince charming is in your head, darlin’.”
“If this is all we can have, then it will have to be enough.”
“Not sure once is ever gonna be enough with you,” he murmurs. He holds out his hand, and I take it.
He tugs me closer, and his eyes move over my face. “How the hell did I get so lucky? What’d I ever do to deserve you?”
I don’t answer, because then he’s kissing me and I’m clutching him. He smells masculine in a heady way that’s intoxicating, and in his arms is the only place I want to be.
Before long, he’s reaching for the zipper at the back of my dress, and then it's pooled on the floor at my feet. I gasp when he scoops me into his arms and my back hits the mattress of his bed. He stands over me, and one hand hooks my ankle to lift my foot. He slips off the cute wedge sandal I bought just last week, then moves to the other and when they’re both off, he holds one foot, massaging it and I moan.
“Feel good?” he asks, his voice low and sexy.
“Yes,” I whisper in reply. A heady feeling fills me. I’m lying in Blue’s bed, in Blue’s room, in nothing but my bra and panties, and his eyes are moving over me. And to think, just an hour ago I was sitting in the diner on Main Street, bored with no clue this would happen today.
I lick my lips and watch the heat in his hooded gaze blaze even hotter. His eyes trail over my body, then back to mine.
“You sure about this, Luisa? This is your last chance to change your mind.”
He’s giving me an out if I want it, but I don’t want it. Instead, I lift a hand toward him, expecting him to pounce on me, but he hesitates, and I wonder if he’s having second thoughts.
“Need to hear you say it.” The muscle in his jaw tenses as he waits for my answer.
“I want to be here, Blue.”
I swear his body relaxes, and his eyes soften.
His hand moves to his jeans, and he undresses while I watch, breathless until he’s standing there in all his glory. My eyes trail over him. I’ve never seen a naked man before.
He takes his erection in his hand and strokes it, root to tip, giving a twist at the end. “You’ve got me rock hard, baby. This is all for you. You gonna let me give it to you?”
I swallow, suddenly unsure.
I see the change in his eyes as it dawns on him. “I am your first, Luisa?”
I nod, and he swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He glances toward the door, as if he’s thinking about sending me on my way.
That’s the last thing I want, and panic floods through me. With it, comes the knowledge that I don’t want to stop or turn back now.
“Blue…” I hold my hand out. “I want you to be my first.”
He stares at my hand for a split second before giving up any thoughts of sending me home.
The instant his hard body comes down on me, I know I’m where I’m meant to be.
His lips find mine, and his kiss tells me everything. He wants me as badly as I want him. When he finally lifts his head, he searches my eyes. I think he’s about to say something, but I’m done talking. I don’t want to change my mind, so I pull his head down again.
Eventually, when the kiss is not enough for either of us, his mouth trails down my jaw and throat, and across my cleavage. His hand snakes under me to find the hook of my bra, and he pulls it off, tossing it to the floor.
He devours my breasts, his mouth moving from one nipple to the other, and the tug of his lips has them wet and engorged and standing pert like they’re begging for more.
His body shifts, and he works his way down my body. Thumbs hook in the fabric at my hips, dragging my panties down my legs, and then I’m completely naked before him. His hungry eyes take in every inch.
“Stunning. Just like I knew you’d be.”
I melt a little at his words.
He shifts off the end of the bed to his knees and spreads my thighs apart, making room for his broad shoulders. His hands stroke up my thighs toward the apex.
“Your skin is so soft, sweetheart,” he whispers in a low murmur that sends a ripple of desire through me.
He draws out the anticipation of his touch, moving slowly up my legs until I’m dying for that very first touch. And then his thumbs sweep over me and I jump.
“Easy, baby. I’ll go slow. I promise.”
I take a deep breath and force myself to relax.
“Only want to give you pleasure, sweetheart. We good?”
I nod, and a moment later, my hands fist in the blanket when he seeks out my clit, then dips his head and strokes his tongue over it.
I moan, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. He’s gentle and tender and everything I could want, taking his time and coaxing my body to respond. And it doesn’t disappoint. I feel a rush of wetness flow from me.
He laps at it, then lifts to watch me as he slips two fingers inside me and strokes my clit with his thumb. It’s the most incredible sensation, and I feel my body tensing, and with every stroke the feeling becomes more intense.
His finger inside me seeks and finds a spot that has me jolting with sensation. “Oh, God. Do that again.”
My mouth falls open, and my hips lift in reaction. He works me until I’m thrusting against every movement, wanting something I’m not even sure of.
He works it over and over until I fly over the edge of ecstasy with a moan.
While I lay gasping, floating down to earth, he leans and grabs something from the nightstand.
I don’t realize what it is until I hear the wrapper crinkle and realize it’s a condom.
He rolls it on, then moves over me, and takes his erection in his hand, guiding it to my drenched opening. Before I can react, he thrusts inside.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls.
I gasp and cry out at the searing pain, and he goes still inside me.
“I’m sorry. I know it hurts, but it can’t be helped. It’s because it’s your first time. It’ll never hurt again, baby. I promise.”
He gives my body time to adjust, and soon the pain fades. When he begins to move again, he’s gentle, his body slowly rocking against mine, and I cling to him and kiss his neck.
He’s my first, and right now I can’t imagine anyone ever taking his place.
I know I’ll never want another man the way I want Blue.
And despite our words, I know this will never be enough.
I’m already addicted to his touch. I’m already his, as if my body has imprinted on him or he on me.
I only know I’ll never belong to anyone else. Not like this.
He’s the only one I want, and he’ll be the only one I want until the day I die. I’m sure of it. I know it in my soul.
Just sex? How could anything this good, anything that feels so right, be just sex?
How will I ever keep my word to him about that? This will never be casual for me.
He moves his hand between our bodies and strokes my clit again, drawing reactions from me I’ve never felt before today.
With every thrust, he becomes more urgent, until his body is rock hard above me, all muscle and movement, and I’m clutching him.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he says, grabbing my thigh and pulling it around him.
Soon he’s pounding into me, and it’s something to watch. When his orgasm hits him, his body goes stiff, trembling as he comes and then collapses on top of me, his hot skin pressed to mine. He’s breathing hard, and I feel his heart thundering.
I wrap my arms around him, and hold him close, kissing his neck and his ear and his strong jaw.
He moans and gathers the energy to lift his head and meet my eyes. “You okay?”
I smile and nod. “That was wonderful.”
“Bullshit. I hurt you.”
“You made up for it.”
That gets me a grin and a flash of white teeth.
He pulls out of me and sits up. “Shit.”
“What is it?”
“Nothing. There’s just some blood. Stay there and let me go turn on the shower.”
He disappears into the bathroom, and I hear the water come on. A moment later, he returns.
“Come on.” He scoops me into his arms and carries me into the attached bathroom.
I giggle.
“What’s so funny?” he asks.
“This is the first time a man has ever carried me. I think I like it.”
“Do you, now? Guess there’s a lot of firsts for you today, huh?”
There’s a small shower stall, and he sets me down and reaches inside to adjust the temperature, and then he’s pulling me in with him.
Warm water soon turns hot and sluices over our bodies. He reaches for a container of body wash and pours some in his hand, then soaps my body from head to toe and then I do the same with his, laughing.
He’s gentle when he works his soapy fingers between my legs, taking care with my tender flesh.
Even so, I moan.
His expression softens, and he dips his head and kisses me.
“If you weren’t so sore, I’d lift you up and fuck you against the tile,” he teases with a gleam in his eye.
When we’re finished, he towels my body dry, his touch gentle and tender. Then we dress, and he takes my hand and leads me out to my car. The sun is setting, and I know I’m supposed to be home by now.
We pause by the driver’s door, and he turns me to face him.
“You’re not sorry you came, are you?” he asks.
“No. Not at all.”
“Good.” He dips and gives me a soft kiss, then opens my door.
I slip inside, and he leans in. “I’ll call you.”
I nod, happiness flooding through me. That has to be enough. “Goodbye, Blue.”
He winks, and I start the engine. He stands there motionless, and when I look in my rearview mirror, he’s still watching me until I pull out onto the highway.
*****
Blue—
A plume of dust rises behind Luisa’s car.
She was quite the surprise, showing up like she did. That took guts walking into the Saint’s Outlaws clubhouse unannounced and alone. The girl’s got grit, I’ll give her that.
Christ, she’s something else. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and with a rockin’ body to boot. I drag a hand down my face. This could get out of hand quickly, because I already know once with her is not enough for me. I’m going back for more.
But one thought has an uneasy feeling skating down my spine.
I didn’t have the heart to tell her the condom broke.
When it happened, I quickly disposed of it before she could see it.
Fuck. This could be bad.
But what are the odds she’d get pregnant the first time?
Hell, I can’t do anything about it now. All I can do is cross that bridge if I come to it.
The door behind me opens, and the prospect comes to stand next to me, watching her car disappear down the highway.
“Who was that girl?”
I turn my icy stare on him. “She was never here. Got that, prospect?”
He straightens, the smile fading from his face. “Yes, sir.”
With that, I stride inside.