Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Skull falls onto me, kissing my neck, my cheek, my hair. Whispering roughly, “Angel, I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“I’m good,” I reply, laughing. “A little in shock but good. I didn’t know it would be so…”
“What?” he raises up, looking down at me with concern as his fingertips feed into my hair.
“Raw. Or carnal. Or something. I guess I just never imagined a man like you.”
He slowly grins. “I’m not a missionary man if that’s what you mean. You didn’t land some accountant who wants to fuck in the dark under the blankets. I like to watch. And like to be in charge.”
Lordy.
The speed at which he can make me blush is unheard of. “Well, it was impressive.”
His grin grows to the point it’s glowing. And inside me, his cock seems to be getting bigger too.
“Again?” I wheeze. “I thought men needed time to recover.”
“Some men.” He drops a fast, hard kiss to my lips, pulls out, and rolls off me, holding the condom as he does. He struts to the bathroom.
Strut is the only word I can think of but this isn’t runway strutting, it’s I own the damned world and everybody better get the hell out of the way.
It shouldn’t make me feel the way it does. But gracious, this man… he’s like a superhero bad boy and I never knew I needed one until now.
“You’re staring,” he calls from the bathroom.
“Can’t help it. Your ass is an eye-magnet.”
He chuckles. “Guess I won’t be quitting the gym anytime if that’s how you feel about my muscles.”
“Lord no, don’t quit the gym. Can I come watch you work out? I think seeing you all sweaty and pumped up could be new favorite fantasy material.”
He appears in the doorway, leaning against the frame with one of his tattooed arms. “Not sure I want you in the clubhouse gym. There could be other sweaty tattooed brothers in there working out.”
“Pfft, you have nothing to worry about. I saw them and they don’t even compare. I’d have eyes only for you.”
He watches me for a second before he shakes his head. “Well, I’m going to have to make an example out of someone at the party tonight because they’re gonna be eye-fucking you every five seconds.”
I cover my face. “That’s not what I need to hear.”
He pulls my hands away from my face, leaning over the bed as he does, casting a shadow over his face. “Don’t worry. They won’t be doing it long. All it will take is me beating the shit out of someone and the rest of them will get the message loud and fucking clear.”
“Skull, please don’t beat anyone up on my behalf.”
His thumb traces over my bottom lip, tugging gently. “It’s not for your behalf, it’s for mine. I don’t share. You’re mine now, Katie. No one is going to be mistaken about that fact.”
He scoops me out of the bed, frowning as if he’s thinking about the other bikers looking at me.
Easily managing my weight he turns on the shower. When the spray is hot he carries me inside, sets me on my feet and turns me so my back is to his chest.
He lets out a low, rough, happy groan.
For the first time in months I feel totally at ease. Loose inside my chest. My neck muscles aren’t tight. I’m not afraid someone’s going to burst into my place.
“What are you thinking about?” Skull asks, as he massages my shoulders with his gigantic hands.
“I was just enjoying being relaxed. It’s been a long time.”
“Here all you have to do is relax.”
Ha. I almost laugh out loud. “I can’t just mooch off of you. As dreamy as that sounds, I have to get a new job and buy things to replace what I lost.”
“No you don’t.” He reaches for the body-wash and squeezes some into his hand.
“You must live in some kind of fantasy world. In my world, bills have to get paid. Jobs have to be worked.”
“Not when you’re my woman.”
I scoff. But quickly lose my train of thought when he glides a gigantic palm down the center of my body, swirling around his mint scented body-wash.
“Did you ignore what I said, or are you going to agree without argument?” He asks.
“What? You said something. My mind is spinning toward pleasure-land with you touching me all over.”
”I like you like this,” he rumbles in my ear as he presses his erection between my slippery butt cheeks. “You’re very agreeable when I’ve got my hands on you.”
“It’s a problem,” I murmur as my head falls back on his shoulder. “It’s like a spell.”
“Oh, I know, honey. I’m caught in your spell too.”
He adjusts his hips until his cock is between my legs, rubbing forward and back. The friction is maddening. I can’t stop myself from wiggling against him.
I hear a foil packet being ripped open. His cock disappears for a second before he’s back, even thicker. Pressing into me.
One of his hands braces on the shower wall. The other reaches around to my clit. He doesn’t speak, but makes a rough grunt as he pushes that gigantic cock-head into me.
This time his strokes are slow, his fingers are almost gentle. He drives into me with control as the hot water spills over us. It feels different. Not just because now I know what it’s like to take him, but the silence is loaded. And I slip further under his spell.
Before when he took my virginity it felt purposeful. Me giving. Him taking. Marking my body with his.
This is bonding that rocks my soul.
Could I be in love with this man in a few hours?
The thought seems to turbo-charge my orgasm. When I cry out and collapse, he wraps a gigantic arm around me as he kisses my neck, sending me to outer space.
Good. Heavens.
As my core flutters around his cock, Skull shoves deeper, stirs inside of me, side-to-side until he shudders violently. Ragged breaths trickling the side of my neck.
But as he dries me off, he seems a thousand miles away.
“Get dressed. I’ll walk you around. People will be showing up soon and I need to talk to some of my brothers.”
I put on my dress. Skull refuses to give my panties back, so I am already blushing when we walk out the door of his quarters and into a hallway full of people.
“Yo, Skull.”
“Hoss, glad I ran into you, I need a favor.”
The tatted up man strokes his beard as he gives me a once over. “Oh yeah?”
Skull steps completely in front of me, blocking my view. “I need some intel.”
With a chuckle the man says, “Whatever you need, man. Send me a text with the details.”
When Hoss moves on, Skull grips my hand and leads me at a break-neck speed to a big room that looks like a combination bar and living room on steroids.
“This is sort of the hub of the clubhouse, it’s where all the casual stuff happens.” He waves an arm. “Everyone you see here right now is either a brother, a prospect, a club slut or an ol’ lady.”
One of the men heads over with a woman tucked against his side. She’s wearing sneakers and cut off shorts with a club emblem on her tank top. She’s cute as can be in other words.
“Skull, I heard you ran into some trouble today,” the man says, flicking his gaze to me.
“Fucking Russo’s,” Skull mutters. They got her ID out of her car. So Katie lives here now.”
Well. Hello. Talk about throwing it out there.
“For now,” I say, pinching his ribs. “I haven’t agreed to staying here forever.”
“Yes you have,” Skull says, looking down at me sharply.
“They sound like us,” the woman says, grinning. “I’m Essa, by the way and this here is Chubby.”
I shake her hand, but I don’t ask why he’s called Chubby when clearly he’s not. He’s lean and strong looking.
“Hi. I’m Katie.”
“How did you meet this monster?” she asks, grinning toward skull.
“Oh we met by accident.” I blush to my hairline.
“She was there for a blind date with some loser that rides a plastic bike, but she met a real man instead.”
I blink at Skull, laughing. “Well, say it like it is, honey.”
They both laugh, and some of my nerves pass, but before we can talk more, someone calls Chubby over to the bar.
“Whew. That wasn’t so bad.”
Skull tucks me under his arm, kissing my head. “Not everyone around here is as nice, be warned. Most of the women are going to want to scratch your eyes out.”
Bummer. I mutter, “Great. Just what I need, flashbacks from high school.”
“Club life can be a lot like that. Only there are knives and guns here.”
Now that’s a scary thought.
He leads me down a hallway and stops in front of a large room. “This is Church.”
“Are you religious?” I ask, peeking inside, more than a little surprised. I did judge a book by it’s cover. But this… doesn’t look like any church I’ve ever seen.
He laughs, loud and long. “Fuck no. This ain’t that kind of church.
He doesn’t explain more. I just get dragged into the next room. An armory. And another, which is an industrial kitchen.
“There’s always food here. The club stocks it. You’re welcome to anything.”
He proves a point by opening a gigantic fully stocked fridge.
“Wait, you get free food?”
“We eat on a club budget. We’re all kind of like employees.”
I puzzle over this. I can’t see Skull in an office, that’s for sure.
“What do you do?”
For a flash, he considers something, maybe telling me a lie. “I collect money,” he finally says, closing the fridge door with a little too much force than necessary. “Amongst other things.”