Chapter 13
Dirty
“So how pissed is Matty? Worse than two weeks ago?” I ask Hol as we walk towards the vehicles, my eyes on my bike and excitement overriding me as my cock twitches, knowing she’s about to go on the back of my Harley, a spot only old ladies have.
Okay, so I may be skipping a few steps with this, taking it slowly shit, fuck, she’s at family day, so that should say something, but I’ve also just had a clubwhore kicked out of the club.
Not even hesitating, and my brothers had my back because they know I’m claiming Holly, they know what shit the women can cause.
My head, body and heart have all caught up, so there is no holding back now.
“Extremely. After he replaced his lube I put more cream in the bottle and he thought he had an STD, or that is what he’s messaged me several times anyway,” Holly chuckles, and I grin widely as I grab her hand and pull her over to my bike before she can get to her car.
Her eyes widen in shock, and instantly she’s shaking her head, but I grin and state, “Come on, darling, I’m about to take your bike virginity.”
“There is no way I’m climbing onto that thing, Alex!” she denies, “I’ll just follow you in my car.”
I can’t wipe the grin off my face as I climb onto my Harley, keeping one hand on her wrist so she can’t run away, and I gently pull her to me, and I swear if her eyes widen any more, then they’ll fall out of their socket.
“Get on the back of my bike, darling,” I command lowly, and she blinks several times as she looks between me and the bike, and I encourage, “Take a risk…”
“Uh, Alex, I was in a car wreck eight years ago and was left in a coma for two months. I-I can’t get on that,” she stutters, her eyes wide as she looks at the machine, and every fucking single inch of my body tenses up with pure shock.
She nearly died.
She…
Fuck.
When I don’t say anything, Holly looks up, and our eyes lock as my jaw ticks with how hard I’m clamping down on my teeth right about now.
I have the urge to find whoever caused her wreck and fucking slice their throat open.
I could never have met her, Caleb would never have…
Fuck.
“Do you trust me?” I ask lowly, my heart fucking pounding, and she tilts her head at me.
“I do,” she admits, her eyes sincere, “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t allow my daughter around you, Alex.”
“Then climb on the bike,” I whisper, needing her to show me that she trusts me, to see I will never put her at risk, to let me help her with her fears, to fucking lean on me and show me she feels this connection, to give me the sign I need.
Holly swallows hard, her throat bobbing as she looks at my bike, then back at me, her eyes racing between mine.
I want to question the wreck, to ask how it happened, to ask if it involved Lyra’s dad, because she never brings him up, but I keep my mouth shut, knowing I need to take this one step at a time.
“You’ll go slow?” she confirms, and I smile softly at my darling and promise, “I will,” and she takes a deep breath before twisting her wrist in my hand and grabs my hand, making my heart stutter.
Electric shocks rush up my arm and I swallow the lump forming as she slowly walks closer to my bike then uses my arm to help guide herself onto the back seat and I take a few deep breaths, her hand still squeezing mine.
Very slowly, so I don’t spook her, I gently bring her hand around my front as I grip her right leg with my spare hand and pull her flush against my back making her gasp.
“Okay, darling, wrap your arms around me tightly, keep your feet on the pegs, the pipes get hot and I don’t want you getting burnt,” I rasp and she chokes, “Okay,” as she does as I ask, wrapping both her arms around me tightly but instead of gripping her own fingers, she lets go of my hand and grips the front of my shirr then lays her head on my back and I swear to fuck, instant feeling of home consumes me.
I’ve never had a woman sit on the back of my bike, never allowed Cheryl and fuck me, I'm glad because this moment, it is just for her.
I gently place my hand over hers for a few seconds before I start my bike up and rev it, my eyes going to the gate where Dolly stands, her mouth parted, her eyes full of regret.
She knew I was claiming Holly, yet she didn’t want to believe it.
Ignoring Dolly’s sorrowful look, I pull off down the dirt track road towards my home, our home hopefully soon, and my darling tightens her grip around my waist, and I grip her hand tighter so she knows that I have her, that she is always safe.
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“How was that, darling?” I ask softly as I gently rub Holly’s trembling hands still clutching my shirt, and she stutters, “L-Liberating and scary,” and I chuckle before I slowly remove her grip and climb off my bike, though Holly doesn’t let go of my hand, and I turn and look at her, grinning wide at the picture before me.
Fucking hell, her eyes are bright despite the tremble in her body and she looks hot as fuck sitting on the back of my bike and I can’t help it, I get out her of grip and grab my phone and Holly grins wide as I take a photo, setting it as my screen saver while a photo of her and our kids from the school dance is my cover.
“Come, darling,” I say, holding my hand out, and she gently takes it before slowly climbing off my bike, her legs trembling and I chuckle as our eyes connect.
I can feel my heart skipping a beat, and my stomach tightens as her eyes race between mine and I, fuck...
“Fuck it,” I mutter before I pull Hol hard against me making her gasp and without thinking too much, I cup the back of her neck with my other hand and slam my lips against hers, something I have felt the need to do for so long.
Instead of shoving me back, demanding I take her to her car, she fucking melts into me, her hands gripping my me yet again and I tilt her head and deepen the kiss, licking her lips for access.
She opens, and as soon as our tongues touch, I groan at the electricity that passes between us, the fucking fireworks that echo around us.
Mine, all fucking mine.
I slow the kiss and nip her bottom lip as our eyes connect, and I mumble, “Friend my ass,” and she smiles slightly, and I know she’s given in.
No more pushing back, no more hiding her true feelings, that smile is the go-ahead I need, and I growl, “You’re mine, Hol,” just before I slam my lips against hers again, our tongues instantly connecting, and I let my instincts take over.
With one arm wrapped around her waist, I let go of her neck, bend slightly and without breaking the kiss, I grab her thigh and lift her with ease.
Holly gasps into my mouth before moaning as she wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck.
I blindly walk us to the front door, not taking my lips off hers, needing to stay connected and, more importantly, needing her not to come back to reality and think friends is the best way to go.
I slam us through the front door, pushing Holly up against the wall as I kick the door shut, and our kiss gets heavier, my cock throbbing to come out, the tip weeping, and I grind my jean-covered cock against her panty-covered pussy.
Fuck I’m glad she wore a skater dress today.
Holly moans as she undoes my hair from its tie then grips it tight and I pull us off the wall and guide us upstairs, not once breaking the kiss, not until we get to my room.
Hopefully soon our room and I gently guide her down my body and slow the kiss as I cup her cheeks before pressing my forehead against hers and breathe heavily.
My body is trembling, my cock weeping at the tip with need and I can’t wait anymore, I want her..
“We do this, darling, I can promise you now, I won’t hold back any longer like I have been, I won’t take shit slow, I will be going full throttle,” I warn her as our eyes connect, “Don’t get me wrong, we’ll still end up together, it’s been my goal but this will just cement that this is it.”
“You didn’t want to meet me,” she breathes as she grips my cut, and I nod and admit, “I didn’t, because I knew Caleb wanted us together, I knew he was setting us up, and I didn’t want a woman.
His egg donor and my own mother fucked me up.
I didn’t believe in the one or love, but I always had this, I don’t know, strong urge to protect Lyra, to claim her as my own child.
I always felt a knot in my stomach every time you were mentioned.
I knew deep down that we were going to be, that you were my one, and my son ensured I didn’t run away out of fear as I tried. ”
Her eyes race between mine, and I lean down, gently caressing her lips, and her grip on my cut tightens.
She wants this, wants me, but she’s scared, and I get that, believe me, I fucking do, but we’re supposed to be, I won’t let her run just like my son ensured I didn’t.
“Don’t hurt me,” she whispers and fuck, I melt as I promise, “Fucking never,” before pushing my lips hard against hers, my tongue instantly going into her mouth, and she moans as she moves her hands, gripping the top of my cut and slowly works it off my shoulders.
I catch it before it hits the floor, but I am only vaguely aware, and I throw it on the chair next to the vanity that I am so glad I allowed my mother to buy because Holly would love it before I reach for the back of her skater dress and find her zipper.
Ever so fucking slowly, I unzip the fabric then gently guide it off her shoulder before breaking the kiss and taking a step back as it falls to the floor, and holy mother fucking shit.
My breath halts as I take her in.
She’s beautiful, no, fuck, she is mesmerizing.
“Fuck,” I choke as she looks at me with apprehension and I take a step towards her and I slowly move my hand behind her back and I unclip her black lacy bra.
Then ever so fucking gently, I pull the straps down her arms and as the bra falls to the floor, I follow it, hooking my fingers in her panties and drag them down her luscious thighs until they hit the floor before I look up at my girl, our eyes connecting.
I feel like I’m locked in, like I’m entranced, and without looking away, I lean forward and gently kiss her pubic bone, and she sucks in a breath as I inhale, needing her smell before I poke my tongue out and gently lick her clit, and her thighs tremble.
“Alex,” she whispers, and I stand and remove my shirt, chucking it on the floor before undoing my jeans and kicking them off. Holly bites her bottom lip, lust shining in those gorgeous, icy blue eyes of hers and a little bit of fear as she eyes my cock that is rock fucking solid all for her.
Fuck.
Not able to hold it in, I wrap my arm around Holly’s waist and pull her into me, our naked bodies touching, sending goosebumps down my spine, and I lift her.
Holly wraps her legs around my waist, and without hesitation, I walk over to the king-size bed and lie us down as I grip her thigh and blindly find her entrance, but I don’t push in, not just yet. Instead, I place my forehead against Holly's, and I confirm, “Are you sure, darling?”
She looks at me with such fondness it makes my heart skip, and she whispers, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, just-just go slow…”
I nod and murmur, “I want you bare, Hol,” and she swallows hard before nodding slightly and admitting, “I’m on the pill.”
Did I just envision swapping her pills tomorrow so I can trap her with me always?
Yes, yes I did, but without letting her know that and the plan I’m suddenly forming, and without breaking eye contact, I slowly move my hips forward, pausing half way as her mouth opens with a gasp and gripping her thigh harder.
I push all the way in, her walls gripping me tightly, her arousal spreading between us and fuck me, my balls tighten with the need to come already.
Eight years, fucking eight years without a pussy, and I can’t explain how fucking happy I am that I waited.
I keep my hips still for a moment as I watch for any signs of discomfort from my girl, who breathes heavy, and I choke, “Are you ready, darling?” knowing this won’t take long.
“Yes,” she whispers back before pressing her lips against mine, her tongue tracing the seam of my lips, and I groan as I open my mouth and our tongues connect.
Fireworks, I see fucking fireworks.
I tilt my head and deepen the kiss as I move my hips back, only leaving the tip in before thrusting forward hard, not once breaking the kiss, keeping us connected.
Holly wraps her legs tightly around my waist and thrusts up to me, and we make love without any rush, just her and me, our bodies moving as one.
And fuck it is perfect.
I don’t know how long we go at it, how long I thrust my hips then swivel, ensuring to nudge her enlarged clit with my pelvis, but by the time my balls are squeezing so tightly that it fucking hurts, our bodies are a sweaty mess, our lips are swollen from our kisses and her walls are squeezing me in pulses as her orgasm washes over her and wetness spreads between us.
“Alex,” she gasps as she throws her head back breaking the kiss and I croak, “Fuck Hol,” as I rut into her, my hips moving faster before I bottom out and release inside her, my cum painting her walls until there is nothing left causing her to have aftershocks and I moan, placing my sweaty head into her neck and I lick her skin, tasting her and fuck me she tastes divine.
Moaning again, I move and suck on her shoulder, knowing she can’t go into school with hickeys on her neck, and I suck hard, ensuring to mark her skin, and she grips my hair tightly as her walls flutter around my semi-hard dick.
Fuck that feels good.
Breathing heavy, I look up at my girl who has a sedated look on her face and instead of pulling out of her like she probably expects, I lean on my forearms and bracket her head before I rub my nose along her jaw and I rasp, “I hope you’re not tired, Ms. Robins because tonight, I’m worshipping your body and tomorrow after we’ve showered together and I make you come on my tongue, we’re going for breakfast with our kids. ”
Leaning up, I place my lips against hers again and she kisses me back as she gently glides her hands from my shoulders to around my neck and holds me tight and I slowly move my hips back then thrust forward, my cock already hardening, ready to make love to my girl again and again and a-fucking-gain until we both pass out with Hol laying on top of me, my cock still deep inside her, our orgasms mixed between us.
Fucking perfect.