Chapter Fifteen Ro #3
Tilting my hips, he grips me tight and picks up speed. Bouncing on his lap. I flex around him, returning the frenzied energy. Our bodies slide together. The wet sound echoing in the room is obscene. He’s my north star, guiding me home as we both crest.
“Fuck. Gonna fill you up.”
“Please. Yes.” He kicks off inside me, and I scream as the heated seed coats my inside. He’s the only man I’ve ever gone bare with. Shaking, I collapse against him. I want this.
Chapter Sixteen
Gambit
Propped up on my pillow, I stare down at the woman sprawled across my chest. Stroking her back, I bask in her warmth and the perfect fit of our bodies together. I knew sex between us would be good, but I hadn’t counted on the raw wounds it ripped wide open.
How could she walk away from this? She touched me like I was precious and gave me her body like it was mine to take. It has to be more than muscle memory, right? I study her, willing the puzzle pieces to fall into place. What did I miss?
Once I ask the question, there’ll be no going back till we hash it all out.
I’m not ready for that yet. I cup the back of her neck and roll us over.
I have to get my fill while I can. Because at the end of this, we’ll go our separate ways.
Her entire life is down south, and mine is on the road. This is about getting answers.
It’s all too easy to forget when her pussy is strangling the life out of me and she’s screaming my name. Reaching down, I caress her slit and ease two fingers inside her warmth. Her walls shudder in response.
“So damn perfect.” I kiss her concave belly and stroke in and out of her. Whining, she squirms, plump lips pouting. For now, she’s mine to do whatever I want with. I’m going to store away as many memories as I can. Tilting her hips, she moves with me.
“If you want this, you’re going to have to wake up, baby girl.”
Smacking her lips, she moans. I chuckle.
“You’re so sweet when you give everything over to me. That’s what you need, isn’t it?” Circling her clit, I moan as she grows wetter.
“Gam- Gambit,” she whispers.
“That’s right, baby girl. Open those pretty eyes and let me see how good I’m making you feel.
Her eyelids flutter open, and she smiles up at me sleepily. “So good.”
“Yeah? Tell me.” I press down on her belly and she gasps.
“Oh, fuck. I’m going to come all over your fingers.”
“Do it. Show me.” Moving faster in a come-hither gesture, I watch her struggle to keep her eyes open.
“Good girl. Keep those brown eyes on me.” I growl.
“I- I can’t.”
“Yes. You can.” I slap her pussy and she erupts. Screaming, she gushes, forcing my fingers free. “Maybe we should see how many times you can squirt in a row.”
She presses her legs together and shakes her head. “No. Please. I need you inside me.”
“So needy.”
She nods. Parting her legs and pulling her lips apart to reveal her swollen pink parts.
“Tempting little minx.” I grin at her wantonness.
“Please, Benoit. I feel so empty.”
“Beg.”
Her eyes widen. “Please, fuck me. Make me feel good. Blow my back out.”
Her sultry purr is a siren’s call. She bats her lashes, and I laugh. “How can I say no when you ask so sweetly?” I run my fingers through her wetness. “Get on your hands and knees, baby girl.
She rolls over, assuming the position. Looking over her shoulder, she wiggled her perfect peach-shaped ass. I slap her cheeks, and she leans into me.
“Is this what you need?” I rub my cock between her lips.
“Yes, daddy.”
Nostrils flaring, I slam home. She screams, gripping the sheets.
“Who am I?” I growl. The resurgence of my old nickname loosens the beast.
“Daddy,” she cries, pushing back to match me stroke for stroke.
“You've been naughty keeping this lush little pussy away from me for so long.” I wrap a fist around her hair and pull it taut. My hips slap against her ass, making it jiggle in a mesmerizing way I can’t look away from.
“I’m sorry, daddy.”
“Are you?” I make figure eights with my hips, slowing down.
“Yes. Yes. I’m sorry.” A sob catches in her throat. This feels like more than role-playing.
“You will be,” I promise, setting a punishing pace. Raising her hips, she takes it like a pro.
“Harder, please, daddy.”
“Greedy. No one’s been caring for you properly.”
“No. Only want you.”
Releasing her hair, I lean forward, covering her mouth and driving deep. I can’t let her words mess with my head. Shaking, she clamps down, creaming all over my cock.
Pausing, I kiss the back of her neck. “That’s one, baby girl.” I nibble my way down to her spine, letting her catch her breath. “I know you can give more.”
She tries to close her legs. I smack her ass. “Are you trying to hide from me?”
“N-no,” she whines.
“I didn’t think so.” I reach between her legs, gathering her wetness and stroking her clit.
“Oh,” she breathes the word
“You still want me to stop.” I pause mid-stroke.
“No. No. No,” she chants, moving against me once more.
“I didn’t think so. My baby girl isn’t so easily satiated, is she?” I nuzzle her neck.
“So hungry.”
Trembling, I whimper. “I need to come.”
“Mmmm. Do it for me.”
Her muscles clamp down once more, and I grit my teeth to keep from exploding inside her, not ready for this to be over.
“So good.” I pepper the side of her face with kisses. Sitting back on my heels, I take her with me.
I go deeper from this angle. Reaching back, she wraps her arms around my neck, creating a sensual feast as she contorts her body, thrusting out her full breasts with dime-sized chocolate nipples and rolling her plush hips.
She’s a bronze goddess warming my cock, creeping back into my heart, and reminding me of how perfectly matched we were.
Her legs shake and her breathing grows shorter. Flexing around me, she whimpers, “I’m close.”
“Bring me with you.” I bite down on the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder. She detonates, choking up on me as I let go, giving her every last drop.
Breathing hard, I lower us to the bed, lying sideways.
“Is this real?” she whispers.
“What are you asking me, Rowan?”
“This thing between us. Am I imagining it?”
I wait a few heartbeats, figuring out what it is I want to say. “Depends on what you think it is.”
Sighing, she shakes her head. “Never mind.”
I grab her hip and squeeze. “It was a real question, not an evasive maneuver.”
“I don’t know. When we’re together like this, anything seems possible.”
“But?”
“I know it's not true. There’s a novel full of history between us; neither of us wants to open it. Plus, we live in two different worlds. And...” she trails off.
“Ro.” Grabbing her face, I tilt her head up to meet my gaze. “Keep going.”
“I can’t. I’m not ready.” Her eyes glisten with unshed tears.
“Time’s running out on my patience.”
“I know,” she whispers.
My phone rings and I swear. It’s a wonder I get anything accomplished these days. Reaching over onto the dresser, I grab the phone. “Hello?”
“Meeting in ten minutes in Church. We get some new information on our boys' whereabouts.”
“I’ll be there.” Disconnecting, I pull out, immediately missing her warmth.
“I need to get to Church. You have free run of the place if you want. There’s no one here today other than a few of the older brothers. The fridge is fully stocked. I’m not sure how long it’ll take me.” I glance at her apologetically.
“It’s okay. I get it.” She waves me off.
Making my way to the bathroom, I take a quick shower. Would I be willing to try things again with her? What she did was years ago, and she was young. But I can’t shake the cruel way she wielded her words. Could I handle going through another major disappointment at this woman’s hands?
Scrubbing down, I rinse off and step out onto the cool white tile. Drying off, I remember the way she jumped into action, chasing off the lingering spirit I knew I’d disturbed. She gives so selflessly. Is it because she’s grateful we rescued them?
Thoughts swirl in my head as I hang up the terry fabric and walk out into the main room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she watches me as I slip on boxers, jeans, and a black T-shirt.
“Cat got your tongue?” I ask, trying to gauge her feelings.
“Can’t I just admire the goods?” She wiggles her eyebrows, and I smile.
“Ridiculous.” I shake my head, enjoying her light-hearted banter. This is the woman I knew.
“Maybe a little.” Leaning back, she props herself up on her elbows.
“If you need anything, at least two Prospects are floating around.” I slip on my boots, lace them up.
“Go. Believe it or not, I’m a grown woman capable of taking care of and entertaining myself.” She waves me away.
“Watch that mouth, baby girl. You know how I like to punish bad behavior.”
She clamps her mouth shut, and I laugh, making my way out of the room and down the hall toward the meeting room.
Entering the room, I spot Stone, Wizard, Skull, and Shadow. “I feel like I’m late.”
“Nah, we’re waiting on Specs to show up with his files.”
“Good news or bad?” I ask, moving to sink into the black leather roll-out chair beside the heavy, dark wood table.
“Your guess is as good as mine. Skull’s the one who came up with the information. Specs found an apartment, but we both know he won’t go there for a while,” Stone replies.
“If he has any common sense, he won’t,” I mutter, rubbing my sore ribs. “I owe that little shit some painful retribution.”
The others laugh, and I roll my eyes. “You fight a twenty-something and tell me how you feel.”
“Should we start calling you old man now?” Skull asks.
“Oh, fuck you.” I flip him off, and he chuckles.
The door opens, and Specs shuffles in with a couple of manila folders. “Sorry. I had to wait for everything to print off.” He plops it in the middle of the table.
“What’s the verdict?” Stone asks.
“His digital footprint is minuscule. He’s either tech-savvy, paranoid, or the cops do a good job keeping him wrangled. I had to do a lot of digging to get his apartment address. Even then. I’m not sure how much I believe it’s where he really spends his time.”
“Well, shit. What’s this then?” Stone taps his finger on the file folder.
“A problem. It’s the Spiders talking with him. Once I knew what he looked like, I cross-referenced his photos, and I got a hit. A few of them,” Specs explains nervously, perched on the edge of his chair.
“What do we do with this information?” Shadow asks.
Stone taps his fingers on the tabletop. “Sit on it for now. Skull, what did you come up with?”
Skull pulls his black beanie down further on his head. “The other clubs are getting antsy. They’re tightening up their ranks, asking questions, and cutting ties with free agents. And you’ll never guess who used to be an occasional supplier of recreational party favors.”
I sneer. “Fucking Todd.”
Skull nods. “Fucking Todd indeed.”
“So maybe we send out the word he’s dirty? Let the other clubs help us track him down and take care of him,” Wizard suggests.
“Vote on it?” Stone says.
The unanimous ayes make the vote easy.
Shadow thumbs at his friend. “We put it out there at Chaos. Skull’s chatting, gossiping ass won’t raise any red flags for moving information along.”
“I’m going to take this as a compliment on my social skills,” Skull mutters.
“We appreciate your superior communication skills, brother,” Stone agrees.
“If nothing else, this will force him underground, maybe even have the cops pull him and their Narc,” Wizard replies.
“We have to be prepared for a backfire, too. It might make them come down hot and heavy, whether they deem themselves ready or not.”
“How do you want to handle it?” I ask.
“Shore up our numbers and put all the brothers on alert for trouble brewing on the outside. I don’t want the information we came across to leave this room.” Stone meets all our gazes.
“I’m working on tracing known numbers to Todd’s calls. It’s going to take a while, though.” Specs’ shoulders slump.
“Keep up the good work, brother. I know you’re burning the wick at both ends. It’s not unnoticed,” Stone tells the younger member.
“Shoot me a few of those photos to share around. Some folks like proof,” Skull says.
“I’ll do it now.” Whipping out his phone, his fingers fly over the keys. I’m no stranger to tech, but this brother is on another level.
“I’ll dismiss the meeting if we’re all clear,” Stone says.
Agreeing we all stand. Another meeting adjourned with no clear way out. Every day this goes unresolved, my worry grows.