Chapter Seventeen
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
THE CLUBHOUSE WAS silent when we got back. We had spent hours trying to find the scummy lizards, but with no luck. Most of the brothers headed straight to bed, ready to pass out, the adrenaline of the night giving way to exhaustion. My mind was still buzzing with the image of Spinner’s busted-up body and the wreck of his bike burned into the back of my skull.
Plus, I couldn’t stop thinking about Fiona. She was supposed to be the last thing on my mind after a night like this, but here I was, standing in the middle of the clubhouse, wondering if she was okay. Wondering if I should go check on her. The way we rushed out, I hadn’t got to talk to her after we spoke outside.
I told myself I was doing it for her safety, that with everything going on, keeping an eye on her was just being smart. But deep down, I knew that wasn’t the full truth.
I made my way down the hallway, the faint sounds of snoring coming from behind some of the doors. When I reached Fiona’s room, I hesitated for a second, listening. No sound. She was probably asleep, and I should’ve walked away right then. Should’ve gone back to the bar, poured myself another drink, and focused on what the club needed from me. But instead, I cracked the door open just enough to see inside.
Fiona was curled up in the bed, her face soft in sleep, her hair spread across the pillow. She looked peaceful, like the cruelty of the world outside hadn’t touched her. For a moment, I just stood there, watching her breathe, my heart doing that strange, tight thing it had been doing since the first time I saw her.
You’re getting in too deep , that stubborn voice in my head warned.
But I told it to shut the fuck up.
I was about to step back, close the door, and walk away when she stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She blinked, her gaze finding mine, and for a second, neither of us said anything.
“Bolt?” she whispered, sitting up, her voice thick with sleep. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”
I stepped inside, letting the door click shut behind me. “Yeah. It’s fine. Just checkin’ on you.”
Her eyes searched mine, and I knew she wasn’t buying it. Fiona had a way of looking at me like she could see through all the bullshit, right to the parts of me I tried to keep hidden.
“Does it have to do with why everyone rushed out earlier tonight?” she asked, her voice husky, making me want something I figured she wasn’t ready for.
I didn’t want to get into the details—couldn’t drag her into the mess that was happening with Dragon Fire. But I couldn’t lie to her either. “We had some trouble with another club tonight. Spinner got hurt.”
Her expression softened with concern. “Is he okay?”
“He’ll live,” I muttered, running my hand down my beard. “Got beat up pretty bad.”
She was quiet for a moment, her eyes locked on mine, and I could see the questions swirling behind them. She was nervous, curious—I could see it in the way her hands gripped the edge of the blanket—she wanted something but wouldn’t ask.
“You’re worried about me,” she said after a long pause. It wasn’t a question.
I nodded. “Yeah. I am. I needed to see you.”
Fiona looked down, her hands still twisting the sheets. “I don’t know if I’m ready for this, Bolt. For everything that comes with being part of your world.”
“I don’t blame you,” I admitted, my voice almost hard, thinking she was backing out. “But I want you to be part of my world.”
She looked up at me, her eyes soft but filled with uncertainty. “Then can we maybe... Bolt... I want...us to get closer. I trust you.”
I stepped toward her, my hand reaching out to gently brush her hair back from her face, knowing what she wanted. “You’re safe with me, and I would never hurt you.”
She didn’t say anything for a long time, just stared at me, her expression unreadable. But then, slowly she pulled the covers back in an invitation I wasn’t about to reject and nodded. “I believe you.”
I WATCHED AS he undressed and my mouth watered at the sight of him, and I realized as my hungry eyes ate him up that I was one lucky woman. He took a condom out of his wallet and laid it on the nightstand before crawling into bed and taking me in his arms.
“I’m gonna warn you Fiona,” he whispered into my ear as he drew me close. “I like to talk dirty during sex, so prepare yourself because I never know what the fuck will come out of my mouth.”
He didn’t give me time to answer as his lips took mine in a hungry kiss that made me forget whatever he just said. His hands reached for the hem of my nightgown and pulled it over my head and threw it to the floor.
“Fuck,” he said as his eyes went over my body. “It’s like you were handmade for me.”
His fingers traced the contours of my body like a map he was eager to explore, his touch teasing and tantalizing, setting my skin on fire with a lustful need I had never felt, even in my dreams. His lips found mine, every kiss a pledge of passion that sent currents of pleasure shooting through me. I had never felt anything so raw, so undeniably real.
James, even at the beginning, never brought this spine-tingling pleasure out in me, this need so powerful I could die with it.
As Bolt’s hands roamed across my skin, I reached out for him, pulling him closer. Our bodies intertwined, our breaths coming faster. I was far from a virgin, yet with Bolt it felt that way. He was different. He wasn’t my past; he was my present and hopefully my future and so damn sexual that he had me panting.
His husky whispers filled my ears in the darkness, his words promising infinite tenderness and wild, dirty sex wrapped in one. Every gasp I took was filled with him, every sigh resonated with us. The beating of our hearts, the gasps, and the moans drowned out everything else; the world outside our bubble ceased to exist.
I arched into his touch as he murmured some very dirty things into my ear, his voice deep and seductive - he didn’t lie when he gave me that warning. He held nothing back, his kisses deepening, our dancing tongues quickening. My name on his lips was full of a need that had my body in flames.
Bolt leaned back suddenly to look me in the face and murmured, “I’m never gonna get tired of havin’ you like this.”
“God, you make me feel so...” my words trailed off as he kissed his way down to my stomach, his beard brushing softly against my skin, then lower, his hand spreading my thighs, and his head dropping as his tongue started licking my pussy like a man starving. I let out a surprised gasp, a quiet whimper. My fingers ran through his hair, tangling in the soft strands. Bolt chuckled low and husky against my skin, his breath tinkling my thigh.
“You taste so fuckin’ good,” he murmured against me, each word punctuated by another wicked stroke of his tongue that had me bucking against him. He growled deeply, wrapping an arm around my waist to keep me pressed closer to his mouth, devouring me with a hunger I thought only happened in fantasies.
“Bolt,” I breathed out, my voice shaky and filled with need. A thrill coursed through me as he continued using his tongue, his breath hot against my pussy. Every stroke of his hot tongue felt like he was breathing fire, causing me to cry out. He brought something out of me that no other man had managed.
He made me burn for him.
Crave him with a need that I would do whatever he asked of me just to keep feeling this way.
A bolt of pleasure shot through me as his tongue explored further, coaxing shuddering cries from my lips. His fingers delved inside of me, moving rhythmically with each flick of his tongue. The room was filled with our panting breaths and whispered words, creating an intoxicating sound of pleasure.
And then he was rising up again, pressing kisses to my trembling thighs, trailing upwards until he was hovering over me once more. The intensity in his eyes made my heart skip.
“Bolt,” I breathed, my hands coming to his face as his lips claimed mine once more, his tongue dancing against mine in a sensual tango that sent shivers through my entire body. His hands roamed over me, trailing fire along my skin as they moved to cup my ass cheeks and squeeze them together.
With a low growl, he pulled me closer, lifting my hips off the bed and positioning his thick cock at my entrance. The head of his dick teased my pussy lips, causing me to pant in anticipation.
He pushed forward slowly, inch by glorious inch, filling me up in the most exquisite way possible. My body welcomed him with a moan, and he groaned in response, thrusting deeper into me. His hips pounded against mine in a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. The friction between our bodies was electric, and I felt every inch of him inside me.
“Fuck,” he growled, slamming into me harder. “That’s it, Fiona. Take it all. Fuck my cock with this sweet, tight pussy.” His hands gripped my hips tightly, pulling me against his hardness as he pounded into me. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed through the room, and the smell of sex filled the air.
I arched my back, meeting his thrusts with my own, my nails digging into his shoulders as I felt the stretch of his cock inside me. It was incredible, the most intense feeling ever. Bolt’s fingers dug deeper into my hips, holding me in place as he took me with urgency, his lips finding their way back to my neck, sucking and nipping on the soft skin there.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Fiona,” he rasped as his teeth grazed along my collarbone. His breath hitched, and I felt him shudder within me as his pace quickened. “I don’t ever wanna stop touchin’ you.”
I gasped at the sensation, digging my fingers into his back. He growled and rocked against me harder, pushing us both towards the brink. His hot, consuming mouth descended on mine once again, swallowing up any sounds that threatened to escape from my lips.
His thrusts became more frantic, more desperate. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, and it spurred me on. I met each of his thrusts with a counter-thrust of my own, our bodies writhing together.
“Your pussy is so damn...” he panted against my ear as his climax neared, until he groaned, “Fuck... Fiona.”
And then we were both lost in the throes of our orgasms, our cries echoing in the dark room as wave after wave of pleasure swept over us. All there was in that moment was him and I—Bolt and Fiona—joined in the most intimate way possible.
Our ragged breathing filled the silence in the aftermath. He collapsed on top of me, his chest rising and falling against mine. Our bodies were slick with a sheen of sweat, a testament to our rigorous sex. His fingers ran over my skin, eliciting small sparks of tingling pleasure that made me squirm beneath him. I felt him chuckle, the vibration rumbling through his chest and into mine.
My fingers lightly traced over his back, feeling the cords of muscle relax beneath my touch as he started to come down from his high. I whispered his name, causing him to lift his head and look into my eyes. His were darker than before, filled with an indescribable emotion that made my heart beat faster.
“I meant what I said,” he murmured, brushing a lock of hair away from my face with tender fingers. “I don’t ever want to stop touchin’ you.”
My heart pounded in my chest. He was looking at me so intensely, it was like he was seeing right into my soul. I swallowed hard, managing a small smile in response, and said, “I feel the same way.” He grinned back before capturing my lips in another deep and passionate kiss.
He rolled off me then and pulled me into his side. His arms wrapped securely around me, pulling me closer to him. His fingers idly played with strands of hair, twirling them around his fingers.
We lay there together in silence, taking in each other’s presence. Our hearts finally calming to a regular beat. My head rested on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a sound that was quickly becoming my favorite lullaby. His fingers drew lazy patterns on my back, each stroke sending goosebumps rippling across my skin.
His voice, deep and resonant, broke the silence. “How do you feel?” he asked, his words accompanied by the soothing movement of his fingers.
“Almost like a new woman,” I admitted with a soft laugh. “And very happy.” It was the truth; I hadn’t felt this level of contentment in a long time... probably ever.
His smile was evident in his voice as he replied, “I’m glad.” He pressed his lips to my forehead, holding me closer. The simple gesture filled me with a warmth that radiated throughout my entire body.
We laid there together for what felt like eternity, neither of us feeling the need to break the comfortable silence that enveloped us. It was as if time had stopped in this intimate moment between us.
Later, when sleep began pulling at our eyelids, Bolt shifted, pulling the covers over us before pulling me closer to him. The room was cocooned in darkness save for the faint glow from the lamp on the bedside table. The glow illuminated Bolt’s face in a soft, warm light, casting shadows that highlighted his chiseled features. His eyes were heavy with sleep, but he managed a small smile as he looked down at me.
“Sleep now, Fiona,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. His fingers continued their gentle exploration of my skin, tracing aimless patterns that lulled me further into relaxation.
I nodded, burrowing deeper into the warmth of his embrace. I sighed contentedly as I closed my eyes. As I drifted off to sleep, I felt his arms pull me closer and his body wrapped around mine in protective warmth.
My last thought before sleep claimed me was just how perfectly I fit against him; like two pieces of a puzzle coming together after so long apart. I had never known a connection as deep as this, and in the arms of this man, I finally felt safe, cherished.