Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Want you naked.”
I want you naked, too.
But if she admitted that out loud she might as well admit defeat.
She was losing this tug of war of Zeke trying to pull her back into his life. When she tugged hard, he tugged back even harder. It was to the point where her hands were tired, blistered, and bloody. She could feel that rope slipping from between her fingers.
Proof of her losing that battle was both of them in her bedroom behind a locked door.
At least he wasn’t currently being cocky about it. Or crowing about how he could easily talk her out of her clothes.
Not that he needed to because, of course, they were both shedding their clothes while watching each other do so.
However, unlike him, she didn’t have much to remove. It should come as no surprise that he didn’t seem to care that he had the advantage. By the time she was fully naked, he still wore his jeans and boxer briefs.
Was she impatient for him to finish baring all?
Yes, but telling him so would give him another win. And the man needed to be more humble.
Of course, he already knew how much he turned her on. Clearly evident by his smirk as he reached for the top button of his jeans.
And the way he was slowly unzipping them.
Like a damn tease.
All he needed was some upbeat music and smooth dance moves for him to star in one of the many male revue shows in Vegas.
He paused with his clunky DAMC belt buckle undone and his jeans hanging loosely off his narrow hips. “Why you still standin’ there?”
“I’m waiting for you to catch up. But as slow as you’re moving, at least you’re giving me a chance to rethink this whole thing.”
“Whatya mean rethink?”
“My common sense is telling me what a mistake this will be.” Not to mention, recent history had proven it.
He cupped his denim-covered crotch. “What’s your pussy tellin’ you?”
To toss that common sense out the freaking window, of course. “I haven’t had a conversation with it yet.”
One side of his deliciously sexy mouth hiked up. “Gonna have a close conversation with it soon. Gonna let you know what it says.” He shoved his jeans down and they landed with a thump around his ankles. His erection bounced as he stepped free from the pile of denim and cotton boxer briefs.
She took him in from top to toe. But she had to do a double-take. Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open. She could barely squeeze out his name.
Zeke’s eyebrows slammed together. “What?”
“When the hell did you get that done?” The newest tattoo on his chest was still fresh.
He glanced down. “Coupla days ago.” He lifted his eyes to meet hers. “Like it?”
She stared at a tattoo that had obviously been done by Lyric. It was a well-done, realistic, three-dimensional drawing of a Harley’s handlebars. Inside the left handlebar was Ledger’s name.
Why would—
“Got room on the other side for our next kid’s name, too,” he stated proudly as he pointed to the right handlebar.
Holy shit.
“Our next kid?” She certainly wasn’t going to ask what he’d do if they had more than two kids because she had no plans to have even one more with him. “You’ll have to find someone else to push out those babies. It won’t be me.”
“Fuck that. You’re gonna be the only one havin’ my boys.”
Boys?
This man was utterly delusional. “You must’ve smoked some serious shit before coming over here tonight.”
With a smirk, he shrugged. “Kinda right. Smoked some damn good shit and then had a serious talk with myself over our future.”
She bugged her eyes out at him. “You had a serious conversation about our future without me being a part of it?” He’d been doing that a lot lately.
“Figured you’d agree.”
“Well, you figured wrong.” The audacity of this man! “Boy, are you skilled.”
“Yeah.”
“You know how to turn me on, then turn me off in seconds flat.” She slow clapped. “Bravo.”
Funny how quickly his amusement fled.
The second she turned to get her clothes, his hand shot out, grabbed her wrist, and he swung her around to face him. “Need to stop fightin’ this.”
She stared at his hand. “Did you just hear yourself?”
He released her with a sigh. “Not about sex. About us.”
“There is no us.” She wanted to rip her hair out and scream. Why were bikers so damn stubborn?
“You’re the mother of my son. You’re about to fuck me. Gonna say, it’s pretty goddamn clear there’s a fuckin’ us.”
She groaned. “Why do you make me regret every decision I’ve ever made since meeting you?”
His grin returned.
“If I were you, I wouldn’t be grinning. That wasn’t a compliment.”
“That’s ‘cause you let shit bother you.”
“Oh, and you don’t? Isn’t that why you’ve been to prison fifty-four times?”
“Ain’t fifty—” His jaws clamped together and he shook his head. “Just lookin’ for a fight.”
She huffed, “You’re one to talk about fights. But no, I’m protecting myself.” And my heart. “As well as our son.” And his heart.
She forced herself to keep her eyes above his waistline as he stalked toward her, dark, veiny erection in hand. “If I said I was gonna be one-fuckin’-hundred percent dedicated to you from this point on, would you believe me?”
“You’ve said that before.” She silently cursed at herself when her whisper broke.
She did not want to get emotional. She should be past that.
He pulled in a deep breath, released his cock, and framed her face with both hands. Closing his eyes, he pressed their foreheads together. “Yeah, I’m a stupid fuck and fucked up a good thing. ‘Cause you left, you missed me kickin’ my own dumb ass over it. Ain’t gonna fuck up like that again.”
Her heart squeezed. She wished she could believe him, but she also knew the biker culture. The temptations. The parties. The women. The club girls. The overindulgence of pot, beer, and booze.
On the other hand, she also knew a lot of loyal and loving bikers.
Zak. Diesel. Hawk. Crow. The list was long.
Maybe it all came with maturity. Or once they found the perfect woman for themselves. The fear of losing their other half might have helped keep them on the right path.
It clearly hadn’t worked for Zeke four years ago. Had he matured enough in that time for it to work now?
Would she even want to take that risk again to find out? His betrayal had been devastating. And obviously, she was still struggling to get over it.
Would she ever be? Would she always be wondering about it when she looked at him? When he came home late without an explanation? When the club business he couldn’t discuss with her ended up being not about the club at all?
Loving him was one thing. Trusting him again was another.
It would take a huge leap of faith. But this time it wouldn’t be her leaping alone. And yes, if it only affected her, she’d manage to survive the heartbreak again. She worried more about the vulnerable little boy only recently introduced to his father.
Everything she had done after discovering she was pregnant had been for Ledger. He was the reason she’d never blindly jump into a relationship ever again.
Including with Zeke. Or even with Glen.
“Ky.”
She opened her eyes but since they were nose to nose, his face appeared blurry.
Did he really want to take this very moment to go even deeper when they were only supposed to be keeping tonight at surface level with sex?
“Zeke, if we’re not going to have sex, then I’m getting dressed and you can leave.”
His head jerked back and now that her view of him had cleared, she could see his nostrils had flared.
Oh yes, he didn’t like not being in control. It was one reason he took the president’s seat at the head of the table, despite not deserving it at the time.
But then, the other members also expected him to turn out just like his father. It turns out that the saying was true: looks could be deceiving.
“Just wanna fuck? Then we’ll fuck.”
Well, she did. But now she wasn’t so sure.
In the past, she expected the highest highs and the lowest lows when it came to being with Zeke. Tonight was no different.
Raising a child with him would also be the same.
He didn’t wait for her response. Instead, he grabbed her by the waist, lifted her off her feet, and tossed her onto the bed.
She landed off-center with a smothered squeal and a bounce. After swiping the hair from her eyes, she saw him standing at the end of the bed with his cock hanging heavily. He had the root collared so tightly, the protruding veins reminded her of a three-dimensional road map.
He pumped his fist, slowly milking the length, with his eyes focused so intently on her pussy, she forgot to breathe.
“So goddamn hungry. Spread those fuckin’ legs ‘cause I’m about to eat.”
“Zeke,” came out on a shuddered breath.
He dove onto the bed, landing between her thighs at the same moment she was opening them to give him some room.
But despite coming in like a wrecking ball, he took his time to trail his fingertips up one calf before doing the same with the other.
He lightly traced a path around her knees before heading off along her inner thighs.
The closer he got to his destination, the tighter she fisted the sheets in an effort not to squirm in anticipation.
In an effort not to whimper and beg.
Tipping his blue eyes to hers was all it took for heat to radiate from her core. Goosebumps broke out along her skin when he licked his lips while skimming his fingers over her mound.
Using his inked shoulders, he shoved her thighs wider and his face dipped down and disappeared.
Until it was completely buried.
And as handsome as it was, she’d rather not see it at this very moment.
Because he was busy tonguing her clit.
Sucking on her labia.
Fucking her with his tongue.
Scraping her most sensitive areas with his rough beard.
All of that caused her hips to dance along the mattress and her fingers to weave through his shoulder-length hair.
When his groan vibrated against her, she threw her head back, released her own groan, and jammed her pussy into his face. “Zeke…”
A few minutes later, he lifted his head. “Tryin’ to gimme a fuckin’ bald spot?”