CHAPTER FIVE
MERIDEA
I drape my leg over his shoulder as Declan’s tongue delves deeper into my core, drawing an involuntary moan from my lips.
“Oh God, Declan,” I gasp, my voice trembling with pleasure.
I’m not leaving here. I try to block out the words he spoke moments ago as he pleases me, like no man has ever done before. He doesn’t mean it. Declan is just being territorial, like most men are. He probably only wants to satisfy his own desires. No, I’m done with that.
“Cum on my tongue,” he demands.
I grip his brown strands and stare into his lust filled green eyes. This beautiful biker is on his knees, pleasing me.
I don’t say a word, trying to hold back my release.
“Let go,” he orders. His deep voice against my clit sends my body quivering against his delectable mouth.
“Declan,” I roar as the orgasm rips through me.
He kisses my pussy one last time and stands to his full height. He yanks the tiny dress over my head, leaving me standing there in just a bra.
“Take it off,” he commands.
Wordlessly, I unclasp the bra, letting it fall to the floor. He shrugs out of his blazer, tossing it aside carelessly. I take a step forward, grabbing the front of his shirt and ripping it open, buttons flying in all directions, clattering against the hardwood floor.
“Give it to me now,” I demand.
But before I can drop to my knees, he halts me. “No. I’m coming in your pussy, not your mouth.”
My eyes widen. “What? No way, just because you saw my test results and know that I’m clean doesn’t mean I’m letting you come inside me.”
“Meridea, you also know I’m clean because I told you I get tested often.”
I tilt my head to the side. “You saw my tests. I didn’t see yours. Besides, I don’t want your raw dick in my pussy.”
He chuckles and tosses me over his shoulder.
“Declan! Put me down,” I demand, my fists pounding against his broad back.
He ignores me, striding through the mansion with purpose, the cold air grazing my bare skin and sending goosebumps racing across my body.
“You want my raw dick? And you’ll get it. Did you enjoy watching me cum that night? With your name on my tongue?”
His hand comes down hard on my ass, the sting making me yelp.
“Declan!”
He carries me up the stairs, and I bite back any further protests.
I don’t say a word. I wasn’t sure what made me tip toe down to his room that night after he left.
His hard dick against my back felt good.
I just had to see what it looked like. His dick was glorious.
The veins snaking up the sides angrily. My mouth watered.
I wanted to get on my knees and take him into my mouth and worship his long, thick dick.
He dumps me onto his massive king-sized bed, his commanding presence looming over me. “Answer me,” he growls.
Kicking off his shoes, he pulls off his socks and unfastens his slacks. In one fluid motion, he pushes them down along with his boxers, leaving himself bare.
“The purple veins look even angrier up close,” I mutter as I sit up and kiss the tip.
“You’ll take every fucking inch and come all over my dick like a good girl.”
I squeeze my legs together.
Declan steps into his walk-in closet and returns moments later, holding a piece of paper. He hands it to me. “Read it.”
I take the paper and skim through it. I notice that the date on the test was the day after I arrived.
“Ok, you’re clean. That’s great. You’ll let me suck your dick. We’re using protection because I need that barrier. I don’t want to get sucked in and want it more than I already do.”
Declan cups my jaw, his thumb brushing over my cheek in a way that makes my pulse quicken. “Oh, beautiful Meridea,” he murmurs, his lips curving into a teasing grin. “That’s adorable. Does that mean you don’t want me eating your pussy again?”
I swallow hard, my throat tightening under his gaze. “I can live without it,” I manage, though the words feel like a lie the moment they leave my lips.
He removes the paper from my hand and places it on the dresser. “Who’s lying now?”
“I’m not—”
“You said it was good,” he interrupts, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. “But we were in the moment. Right?”
Before I can respond, he captures my lips in a kiss so fierce it steals my breath. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, my body betraying every argument I might have. Declan is all-consuming, a force I can’t fight.
When we finally part, my lips are swollen, my voice shaky. “We’re just blowing off steam, Declan. You don’t do relationships, and I’m moving away.”
He lowers me onto the mattress, his weight pressing me down, anchoring me. His lips trail along my neck, sending shivers racing over my skin. “You tell yourself whatever you need to,” he murmurs, his thumb circling my clit with maddening precision.
“You’re taking this cock. You’ll be the first in a very long time to take my dick raw.”
“Why me, Declan?”
“Because you’re the only woman, I want to ride my dick and take every ounce of my cum. I’m getting ready to coat your womb with my seed.”
“Don’t say things like that, Declan.”
He pushes my legs apart and lines his dick up with my entrance. “You’re fucking mine.”
He slams into my pussy.
“Forever,” he growls, his lips capturing mine again in a possessive kiss.
I bite his bottom lip, my hips rocking instinctively to meet his thrusts as my body adjusts to his size. “You’re so big, Declan,” I gasp, the words slipping out unbidden.
“This tight little pussy hasn’t been fucked right until now. You’ll be hooked. You’ll need it—need me—all the time.”
“I won’t. And shut up. Just fuck me, Declan.”
He doesn’t want me for anything more than what it is. Sex. Great sex.
It’s just sex between two people, Meridea.
This man is a professional loaner. Maybe us living under the same roof for two weeks has clouded his judgement.
Declan sits on his knees and pulls me up into his arms.
“I want to enjoy this for just one night. Feel like this is more than what it will ever be,” I say against his lips.
My arms loop around his neck and I deepen our kiss.
He grips my hips and plunges my pussy down his hard length.
“Oh fuck, Declan.”
He reaches between us and grips one of my breasts and feasts on the harden nipple. “This feels incredible.”
“It does. I plan to fuck this sweet pussy all night. And tomorrow. And the day after that. For the foreseeable future.”
I smirk against his lips. “Shut up, Declan.”
He flips me over on all fours and fucks me hard from behind. “Meridea, your pussy is so good and so tight,” he grunts as he plows into me again and again. Another orgasm sends what feels like electric currents through my body.
“Brutal, your dick game should be outlawed.”
Calling him Brutal seems right. The way he makes me come like it’s an untapped talent.
“Don’t worry. You’re the only woman who’s gotten it so good.”
I’m not sure what that means. He doesn’t please women.
He slips out of me and my pussy walls clench because I want him back inside me.
Declan turns me over and settles between my legs again. “Tell me how much you enjoy feeling my raw dick inside your sweet little cunt.”
“Brutal,” I moan as my toes ease down on his muscled ass, pushing his delicious dick deeper inside my greedy walls.
“It’s coming again,” I mutter. Three times in one night. Never happened before.
His teeth clamp down on my lips as he strokes faster. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I enjoy this memorable love making with the sexy biker who keeps me safe.
He releases my lips and rams into my pussy one last time, unleashing his cum deep inside of me. Thank goodness I’m on the pill. This man would have me pregnant before long if I wasn’t.
He pulls out and his cum seeps out. Damn, how much did he cum?
“You’ll sleep in here for now on.” He says as he gets out of bed and strolls into the bathroom. His body is a work of art. I want to run my tongue along every tattoo.
This is just a fling, Meridea. Would it be bad to sleep in his bed and get fucked like this often? The man’s dick game is fucking fire. He returns and places a warm washcloth between my legs. Declan leans over and takes my lips again.
“That was fucking amazing. I never knew sex could be that good,” I say.
“You’re worth putting in the work for, Meridea. I’ll grab another bottle of wine before I fuck my pretty woman senseless again.”
After he cleans me up, he darts into the bathroom again.
I ponder on this moment. If Declan didn’t have a relationship phobia, maybe we could’ve been something good. In the meantime, I’d enjoy our connection. Years from now, I’ll look back on this cherished memory. Declan King was mine for a moment in time.
I cling tightly to Declan as his motorcycle roars down the highway; the wind whipping around us. His brothers ride alongside us, their bikes growling like a pack of wolves. Each one of them exudes an air of danger that matches Declan’s raw edge.
Hassle rides the closest, a man who seems to share Declan’s aversion to settling down.
Joey’s, road name ‘Bruiser, looks like he could take on a charging bull. Mickey, called Mack Truck, is built like one, solid and intimidating. Cory goes by ‘Mouth’. He keeps up a steady stream of banter even over the rumble of engines, while Vaughn, a.k.a. Vault is as quiet and guarded as his name suggests—fitting, since he’s their treasurer.
Then there’s Bruno, the last of the crew, a mountain of muscle who looks more like an NFL linebacker than a biker.
Together, they look like trouble personified, a force to be reckoned with.
Declan took me to the Ravens MC to meet his crew before we went for a ride. He wanted me to get to know the men who would be helping us take down Glenn and his friends.
Each one of them was intimidating in their own way—silent glares, towering frames, and the kind of energy that promised they were capable of handling anything. I leaned into Declan, whispering, “Are they killers?”
He smirked, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Of course not,” he replied, then added a wink that made me second-guess his answer.
How did I end up mixed up with this man?
Declan radiates danger, and yet I feel safer with him than I ever have with anyone.
He’s made no secret of his plans to kill Glenn, and disturbingly the thought of Glenn’s end at Declan’s hands doesn’t horrify me—it excites me.
A man like Glenn, who abducts women and sells them into sex trafficking, deserves what’s coming to him. He’s not worth another tear from me.
After that artic ride, we go our separate ways.
Declan takes me to a boutique in New Jersey.
I sift through racks of gowns until I find one that feels just right.
Slipping it on, I step out and give a playful twirl in front of Declan.
His reaction is immediate and genuine. His hands slide to my hips as he leans in to press a warm kiss against my belly.
“You look beautiful.” Declan grins, giving me that sexy smirk I love.
“Thank you,” I reply.
“Select a mask,” he recommends.
I do so. Once I return to the dressing room. There’s a knock at the door.
“Yes?”
“Meridea, open the door,” he orders.
My heart plummets to the floor. What does he want?
I open the door. Declan steps inside. “I’ll help you out of the dress.”
He unzips the dress, and his lips melt against my shoulder blade. I peer at us through the mirror. Declan looks like he’s going to lose it if he doesn’t slide inside my pussy now.
“Declan, we can’t do that here.”
“Money is good to have. The customer service person is taking a quick break,” he growls against my skin.
I step out of the dress. Declan hangs it up on the hook. He yanks my panties down my legs and pushes them in his back pocket. He’s clad in his leather biker jacket. Declan hoists me up in his arms. “Take out my hard cock. I need to feel your pussy squeeze my dick.”
My heart hammers against my ribcage. “What if the sales associate comes back?” I ask, fear creeping into my voice.
“Do it, Meridea,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I unbutton his jeans and pull out his throbbing dick. My mouth waters as I slide down his thick shaft.
“Declan,” I cry against his lips.
“Fuck yes,” he grunts as he slams into my warmth.
“This pussy belongs to me, Meridea.”
I shake my head in defiance. “No,” I warn.
“Oh, yes. You know it does.” His large hands palm my ass as his fingertips dig into my flesh. “I have a surprise for you.”
My brows lift. I’m not playing with Declan. He’s always trying to get me to catch feelings for him.
Even though I know it’s too late. The way he fucks me good every day is hard to let go.
He takes my lips with a bruising kiss.
I slip my tongue into his mouth and our tongues fight for dominance. His wins. He has to be in control. Possessive much?
I pull back as he hits a spot that sends me over the top. I bite down on his neck as we come hard together.
How will I walk away from this man after it’s all said and done?