Chapter Five
Pope
I try to keep a tight rein on my temper. Someone tried to kill Sienna and Jude, and almost did. It’s a fucking miracle that all she got out of it was a few scratches. It could have ended worse. Much worse.
Fuck, the thought of Sienna throwing herself in the path of a speeding car only sends a fresh wave of anger rocking through me. She did it to save her brother and fuck, I would have done the same but knowing that does nothing to erase the rage…and the fear.
I could have lost her.
“I’m fine,” she says as I close the apartment door behind me.
“I swear, I’m fine. Look.” She spreads her arms and spins around to prove her point but all I notice are the scratches marring her beautiful skin.
I can tell she’s waiting for a response but I have nothing.
I don’t trust myself to speak so I remain silent, taking her hand and pulling her into the master bathroom. “Pope, I’m fine. I swear.”
But I’m not.
I sit her on the edge of the tub so I can get the first aid kit and with my back turned to her, I realize it's not just anger I am feeling—anger at the driver, at her for shoving herself in harm's way.
For the first time in my life, I have someone to lose.
I mean, sure, I have Bishop and my brothers in the MC but I can trust them to take care of themselves. It's different with Sienna.
She came into my life, into this crazy arrangement we made because she believed I would protect her and tonight, I failed to do that. And her throwing herself in danger doesn’t exactly help matters.
I grab the kit and crouch in front of her to tend to her injuries.
She doesn’t say a word as I clean and bandage her injuries.
I help her get undressed, careful not to disturb her injuries then I carry her to bed.
Only when she’s under the covers do I strip out of my own clothes and get in after her.
It's tempting to go down to the gym and work up a sweat.
Hell, maybe I could talk some of the guys into getting in the boxing ring with me but with the way I'm feeling, I could seriously injure them in that ring.
Besides, the thought of leaving Sienna after the night we just had doesn't sit well with me. So, I pull her into me, against me—wrapping my arms around her soft body and pressing her head to my chest, reminding myself that she’s alive. Breathing.
Alive and breathing.
Christ.
“I’m fine,” Sienna whispers into my skin after long beats of silence. “I was scared when I saw the car rush toward Jude. I didn’t think, not really. In that moment, all I could think about was losing another member of my family.. I couldn’t…I can’t stand the thought of losing anyone.”
How can I hold that against her when I know deep in my heart that I would have done the same thing? I can be angry about her throwing herself in harm’s way but she was only trying to protect the one other person she has left in her life.
Still…
"You scared me," I admit, pulling back to look into her eyes and I find myself sucked in, a fresh wave of fear flooding in like it's never done before. "Don’t do something like that ever again. You’re too important for me to lose.”
“I’m fine,” she whispers in the dark, pushing up to kiss me, a simple brush of lips—innocent as can be but it works to light a fire underneath me.
I don’t move, barely react until I feel her hand snake over my chest and caress my pec then down my stomach where it lingers but I grab the hand before it can slide into my boxers.
“A few more seconds and…”
“It didn’t happen.” She tugs her hand from my grip, sliding those slender fingers into my boxers and gripping my erection, making me groan.
Her lips whisper against mine as she strokes my cock slowly, chipping at the control I always seem to lose around her.
“Nothing happened. I’m with you now, and I’m safe. ”
“Damn right," I growl, pushing into the kiss and ravaging her mouth like a starved man.
Her hand squeezes my cock in response, mouth opening in a whimper against mine.
Lust rampages through my body as I reach to touch her, slicking my hand down the side of her breasts, feeling her shiver against me.
I want her.
I always do. I can’t seem to make myself stop and when she touches me the way she is, it takes about every strength I can conjure to not spill.
I break the kiss, trailing my mouth over her jaw and moving to savage her neck when I find the air sucked out of my lungs when she shoves me on my back.
I watch her with lustful eyes, under the night lights coming through the windows as Sienna moves to straddle me.
And hell, watching her, perfectly silhouetted by the light behind her, eyes hot mine and her groin pressed against mine damn near pushes me to the edge.
“Sienna." My voice is ragged, heavy. Filled with desire for a woman I damn near lost tonight.
A woman I have started to love in ways I never imagined myself ever doing with a woman before.
"Baby, let me…fuck!" I growl when she rolls her hips over my cock in a motion so slow, so sensual, my cock jolts with need, balls aching for release.
“I want to try something,” she says huskily, leaning down to brush her lips over mine, pulling back when I lean up to deepen the kiss. She chuckles softly when I make a frustrated noise. “I talked to some of the escorts in the casino and they gave me a few tips.”
“A few tips on…oh fuck!” My head falls back with a groan when she rolls her hips again, her pussy positioned right above my aching cock. I feel her lips touch my throat and tongue lick down the ridged valley of my Adam’s apple, slowly moving down to my chest. “Jesus, Sienna!”
“Is it working?” she whispers against my skin, her teeth grazing my nipple as she moves down. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“Thinking?” I rasp, trying to gather a single thought in my scrambled brain but nothing comes up, sensations flooding my system and overwhelming it until all I can feel, see and hear her. Only her. “I can’t think—”
“Then it’s working,” she murmurs as she trails her tongue down my stomach, making the muscles contract.
I suck in a sharp breath as she moves down, shuffling lower until her mouth is on the spot just above my groin and when I look down at her, it’s to find those big brown eyes staring up at me with something like to desire.
I’ve never had another woman look at me like that—not with a mix of desire, need and something like love. I’m afraid to hope, to believe that someone as perfect as her could have such deep feelings for a man as flawed as I am.
Those eyes stay locked on mine as she tugs down my boxers, causing my cock to bob up, hard and angry.
I groan when she takes my rigid flesh into her hand and slowly leans forward, tracking her tongue over the length of it.
A flush rises on her cheeks, brightening them into a bright pink but she doesn't move her eyes as she gives my hard length a few kitten licks and I'm convinced that it is
But it’s not.
A sharp breath hisses out between my teeth and dark spots spark behind my eyelids when her mouth opens around the head of my erection, taking me deeper into her mouth, inch by painful inch until I’m halfway in, the tip pressed against the back of her throat.
Her eyes water and she chokes, pulling back with a gasping breath.
“They made it sound simple,” she says with a raspy breath but before I can ask what she means, her mouth is wrapped around the head of my cock, suckling on the tip and sending my hips rising from the bed with a grunt.
The tears in her eyes fall as she leans down to take more of me, whimpering around my cock and threatening to push me to the edge.
She repeats the motion, pulling back and pushing in.
It’s messy, wet and awkward…and it’s perfect.
Deeply arousing. Her hands scrape my thighs as she attempts to take me deeper.
“Fuuuck!” I growl, sliding my hand through her hair and gripping a handful.
My hips jerk as I try to restrain myself from fucking her mouth like a madman.
Christ, I’m not sure how long I’m going to last. “You have to stop, little rabbit. I can’t…
fuck!” I groan, sliding further into her throat, her moans pushing me closer and closer to an edge I am not ready to touch.
I tug her head back from my cock and the look on her face tattoos itself in my mind. Her flushed cheeks, those wet, swollen lips and the hungry look in her eyes are not ones I am likely to forget in this lifetime.
She gasps when I wrap a hand around her waist and spin her so she’s the one on her back.
I nudge open her thighs, my eyes locking on her sex, wet with arousal and it makes my nostrils flare.
“Did it turn you on?” I grit out, leaning down to press my mouth to her mound, growing lightheaded as I catch her scent.
Delicious. intoxicating. “Did having my cock shoved down your throat make you wet?”
Her chest shudders in a breath when I nuzzle my nose against her soft folds. “Yes.”
“Then let me take care of that for you,” I say, wedging my tongue between her feminine lips and lapping at her slit.
She cries out, back arching off the bed as fingers grab at my hair.
There is nothing gentle or soft about the way my tongue laves at her pussy, licking her up like a man starved of affection for decades, and hell, it feels like decades since I last touched her.
Since I felt the warmth, the sweet and tangy taste of her arousal against my tongue.
Her hips lift off the bed when my mouth wraps hungrily around the little bud of her clit, sucking at the swollen, juicy berry until she's sobbing, fingers tugging desperately at my hair and her hips shaking restlessly.