Chapter 11
Lena
I couldn’t have ever imagined that this amazing man would have ever gone through something like that and be the amazing man that I know and have fallen for. One thing I knew for sure was there was no way in hell I was changing my mind about him.
Therefore, I didn’t have to think about anything. I wanted this man. I wanted every part of this man.
Therefore, once I was sure he was at the clubhouse, I picked up my phone and called him.
He answered on the second ring, “Is everything okay?”
I smiled. “Yes. Everything is fine. It’s so fine that I know I don’t have to think about things. If you’re mine, then I’m yours.”
He was silent for a beat.
Then I heard, “You fucking mean that?”
I grinned, huge, “Yeah, I do.”
Again, he was silent for a beat, and then, he said, “Fuck it. I’ll be right there.”
And by right there, he meant, right there, because in fifteen minutes, I heard the rumble of his bike.
Smiling, I walked to my front door, opened it, and smiled, huge.
He climbed off his bike, tore off his helmet, hung it on his handlebars, and then he was prowling up my front walk.
Within the next breath, his hands were in my hair, his head was coming down, I was up on my tiptoes and then finally, oh finally, he pressed his lips to mine.
Electrical currents passed through my body as my lips met his.
His tongue swept out and teased my lips open.
He tasted like whiskey, mint, and mine.
He pulled back suddenly, then rested his forehead on mine, and there, he whispered, “Fuck, we don’t stop now, we won’t fucking stop.”
I felt a tingle between my legs, something I’d never felt before when I whispered, “Who says we have to stop?”
He groaned audibly.
“Precious, I just unloaded a lot of information on you. You need...” I shut him up by standing on my tiptoes and pressing my lips to his.
“I’m a twenty-one-year-old woman, Vance. I might be a hell of a lot younger than you, but I know my mind. I know my body. I know what I want. We’ve been tiptoeing around this for way too long. I won’t have another second without you being mine and me being yours.”
I swallowed, “Now, you either come into this house we get started on making us, an us, or you get on your bike, go back to the clubhouse or wherever the fuck ever, and you take time to think about what you want.”
I stepped back and stood there in my open doorway.
I heard him growl, and then he moved, “I don’t need fucking time.”
With that, I was up in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping my ass, stalking in my house, and kicking my door closed.
We both moved at the same time. So fast that I couldn’t tell you who moved first.
Our mouths fused together.
Our tongues danced to a rhythm only the two of us understood.
He took us to my bedroom,
The moment he sat us down on the edge of my bed, we broke apart.
As I stared into his eyes, suddenly a life with Storm flashed before my eyes.
I saw my wedding dress.
Our kids.
Thirty years from now.
A front porch.
Cold iced teas.
Our grandbabies.
I saw it all.
Holy shit.
To cover the emotions that were flowing through my body, I leaned forward, bit his bottom lip, and pulled it between my teeth.
Then, I got my wish and ran my fingers through his hair, wanting to savor every single Precious moment of this.
He pulled his head away from mine, a warning in his tone, “You don’t want me to claim you as mine, we need to stop.”
Reading the look in his eyes, I smiled a soft, heated smile, “I thought I was already yours.”
Within seconds, I was off his lap, and flat on my back as he came down on top of me, moving in a delicious way that grinding his rock-hard cock into my pubic mound.
Needing to tell him the words that felt as though they were caking my heart in cement, I leaned in and whispered in his ear the words that would change all our lives forever.
“I fell in love with you the moment you said you had my back. I fell even more in love with you when you always had to hog my Oreo Cake. I didn’t know I could love you more, but I did when you carried me to my couch and let me cry for hours for that small little girl. Then low and behold I fell even more in love with you for trusting this with that story. I hope you feel the same.”
I finally leaned back and looked into his diamond-colored eyes.
With one forearm braced he brought his other calloused hand up to my face, and cupped my cheek while he rubbed circles on my cheek with his thumb.
And then his lips were on mine.
Tantalizing. Drawing fire.
Instantly the stars aligned, and fireworks went off in my head, but when they said the universe would cease to exist and everything would fall away and it’s just the two of you in that moment; they were not lying, let me tell you. They weren’t lying.
He coaxed my lips apart then he slid his tongue in my mouth, and I swirled my tongue with his, my arms went to his shoulder and my hands wrapped around the back of his head.
“Precious, I’m going to make love to you,” He whispered against my lips.
“There’s something you need to know; I’ve never done this before.” I don’t know why I was turning red, so far this man knew everything about me and now he did know everything about me.
He winked, “Trust me, Precious. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than to be your one and only.”
Then he lifted off me and said, “Stay there.”
I listened.
And I watched as he took off his kutte, followed by his shirt, then he toed off his boots, socks, and jeans, and then I watched as he lowered his boxer briefs down his legs.
And when my eyes got a lock on his cock, I moaned. Holy. Shit.
At his snicker, I moved my eyes upward.
I took in all the tattoos that covered a majority of his body.
What I had never noticed until now was that he had my name written in the word home on his chest above his heart.
Needing to kiss him, I ignored him, got up to my knees, crawled down the bed, and then planted my lips on his, and poured every single amount of love I could muster.
As our mouths separated, he whispered, “Precious, you're wearing too many clothes.”
And then I helped him take my t-shirt off, my bra, my leggings, and my panties.
I didn’t try to cover up any part of my body.
Because I was his.
And I loved it even more so when he got a look at what was his and groaned audibly.
His hands explored my body, it started to heat, and knowing I needed something I started to rub my nipples on his chest.
He pushed me back and then came down on top of me.
His lips trailed kisses over my neck, to my collarbones, and then his thumb brushed over one nipple while his mouth tugged the other one in between his teeth. Nipping softly as he did so.
My back bowed off the bed as he did something with his tongue.
Then he moved to the other nipple while his hand trailed down, over my belly, and to the part of me that was on fire.
The moment I felt his fingers teasing my clit, he released my nipple, then said, “Jesus, you're soaked for me.”
I mumbled something incoherently when I whispered, “Please. More.”
He groaned, “Precious, I wanna make this good for you.”
“This is already good for me, Storm. Move. Please.”
“Precious, if I move right now, I’m going to blow my load and look like a titty baby.”
I giggled, “What? Why?”
“Precious, the only action my dick has seen has been my hand ever since I laid eyes on you.”
Every single molecule in my body froze at his words, “What?” I whispered.
“I thought about it. A couple of times, not going to lie to you about it. But fucking hell Precious, just the thought of allowing another woman to have her hands on me, made me feel as though I was cheating on you. You got no idea about the lock you put on me when we locked eyes for the first time on those fucking steps.”
“So, I need you to do me a favor.”
My eyes softened at his words, “And that is?”
“Let me take my time in getting you ready. It’ll be good for you. I fucking promise you that. But if I don’t make sure you’re ready, I’m going to end up hurting you. And that is something I will never risk doing. No matter fucking what. Alright?”
“Alright Storm. Alright.”
“Not Storm. Vance, Precious.”
Smiling, I whispered, “Vance.”
His eyes closed at me saying his name, and then he whispered harshly, “Fuck me.”
I smiled and then did as he asked me to and tried to be patient.
I tried.
But when he did that thing with his tongue along the column of my neck, the word patient flew out the window.
Which I proved when I reached down, grabbed his cock, and brought it to my entrance trying to urge him to get inside of me.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
I nodded, “Never been more sure of anything in my life. Put your cock in me already. Please.”
He sighed, “Saying this now, I’m sorry if I hurt you. But I can’t deny you a goddamned thing.”
When he reached for his wallet, I knew what he was getting, therefore, I grabbed his wrist, and said, “No, I’m on birth control, please. I want all of you.”
He nodded, then got between my thighs. I tried to urge him to put his cock inside of me by bringing my feet up and slamming them into his thighs.
He chuckled, then fingered my clit while saying, “Getting ahold of this gorgeous pussy once you recover.”
I moaned, “Promise?”
Winking, he said, “Yes, ma’am.”
Then he did what I have been waiting for, he slowly pushed his cock inside of me, stretching me, then he pulled out, and pushed in, slowly.
“Storm, honey, need you to get inside of me and fuck me already,” I said as groaned.
“Precious, I...” he started to say.
I brought my fingers up and put them over his lips, “Honey, please. Get inside of me and fuck my brains out. Shoot your come inside of me and claim all of me. Please.”
He stilled, closed his eyes, and then drove hard inside of me.
My back bowed off the bed when he seated himself fully inside of me.
There was a little pain but nothing I couldn’t handle.
And when he didn’t move, I said, “Storm, honey, move.”
“Give me a minute. I wasn’t lying when I said it’s been years. You feel too good wrapped around my cock. Trying not to blow, Precious.”
I hurriedly rushed out, “One.Two.Three.Four.Five.Six.Seven.Eight.Nine.Ten. Okay, you’ve had ten seconds at warped speed. Move, honey. Please.”
And then finally, fucking finally, he pulled out, and then slammed in, then whispered, “Fucking heaven brought me to the fucking promised land.”
And with that, he thrust in and out of me without abandonment.
Chasing his orgasm, and that was okay with me.
Because with his next thrust, my pussy convulsed around his cock, my spine tingled, and my toes curled, and I screamed, “Vance. Fuck yes.”
His eyes widened then said, “Nothing sexier than you saying my name when you come.”
I grinned then met him thrust for thrust, and just in time for me to feel his cock seem like it got bigger, and the added pressure followed by his next thrust, I came again, just in time for him to slam inside of me. Hard.
“Lena. Fuck.” He let out a guttural growl.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, we both pulled apart and he bent my head down and kissed me on the forehead.
Then he got out of bed, headed to the bathroom, cleaned up, and came back with a warm washcloth where he cleaned me up.
A small trail of blood was revealed, and he grinned, devilishly.
When he came back to bed, he lifted me, planted my body on the other side of the bed, and said, “I always lay near the entry point to any room. Okay?”
I nodded.
Then snuggled into his chest, his arm wrapped around me and pulled me closer as I placed my leg atop one of his.
“So, I guess I showed you but now I need to tell you. I love you too, Precious.” It was as if I could feel every word almost as if it were a caress. I felt his love pouring through every vein in my body.
It made my heart feel near to bursting.
I smiled, “Good. I’m glad. It would have been hard having a one-sided relationship with you. I’d scare you away from me. I love you, Storm.”
“Nah, that ain’t possible, I ain’t going anywhere, Precious.” And then, his phone rang.
He sighed, and I giggled.
He moved, tagged it, checked the call, took it, and then said, “I don’t give a fuck. I’m with my ol’ lady. If someone isn’t dying, and the clubhouse is safe, don’t fucking call me.”
Then he hung up, tossed his phone to the floor, and turned me so my back was to his front, and there with his face buried in the back of my neck he whispered, “Good night, Precious.”
I smiled, “Good night, Vance.”
That smile stayed on my face until I fell asleep.