Chapter 19
How could she be so stupid? The thought hammered through her skull with every step she took.
Lydia's sneakers slapped the sidewalk hard enough to sting the soles of her feet. Of course, Baddy wouldn't believe her. Why would he? Bikers didn't trust women because they were the weaker sex. They didn't wear a patch. They were for fucking and sucking.
She growled in frustration. She knew better than to get involved with Baddy.
He was so focused on Sonny, on what might happen, on what could go wrong, that he couldn't see what he was doing to her. Couldn't see how his doubts about her had sliced her wide open.
The pain from Baddy was worse than any backhanded slap Sonny directed her way.
Her breath came fast, too fast, burning her lungs. She didn't slow down. Didn't look back. She kept moving, because stopping meant thinking, and thinking meant falling apart.
The diner came into view, dark except for the glow of the sign. She stumbled toward the back door, fingers shaking as she dug for the key in her pocket. Her chest tightened. She swallowed, grimacing over the rawness left behind. She needed to get inside. Needed a second to breathe.
Her hand closed around the key.
She shoved it toward the lock when a hand clamped around her upper arm, stopping her. Lydia screamed.
Her keys hit the pavement with a sharp clatter. Her heart lurched violently. She twisted, blinked by panic.
"Lydia."
The voice cut through the terror like a blade. Deep. Familiar. Rough around the edges.
"Baddy?" Her chest heaved as she raised her gaze.
He was breathing hard, too. She hadn't even heard him behind her.
Her knees wobbled, and she whispered, "You scared me."
The seconds ticked between them. Locked into his gaze, she tried to calm her racing heart, but she was hyperaware of him standing in front of her.
How could she feel this way around him? How could she let herself fall for him?
"Fuck this," muttered Baddy, hooking her neck and dragging her to him. He kissed her hard and then picked up the key and opened the door.
She stepped inside, and he kicked the door shut. The turmoil of emotions left her shaking.
He took her straight to her room and locked her inside. She slid her hands under his vest and ripped his T-shirt, reaching the skin beneath. Spreading her fingers against his abdomen, she sucked on his tongue and closed her eyes.
When connected to him, she was safe. She never questioned herself. She was free to live however she wanted, not like the way her mom raised her.
He was big and comfortable. Strong and protective
He spanned her ribcage with his hands and lifted her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Her head now higher than his, she cupped his face and deepened the kiss, taking charge.
She needed this.
After the hell she'd gone through, she needed to be the one to make the choice to be with him.
Because she wasn't going to be like her mother.
The velvety warmth of his tongue stroked hers. Her body tingled. She clasped onto his beard, holding him close.
Her body tilted. She opened her eyes as he carried her to the bed. His mouth left her, and his body moved down hers, removing her jeans and spreading her legs. Her knees fell to the sides.
Baddy hooked her panties with his finger and, not taking the time to remove them, pulled the crotch to the side. He licked her pussy from bottom to top, rolling over her clit with his tongue.
She struggled to breathe. Curling her fingers, she grabbed onto the blanket underneath her.
Her body arched. She fisted the pillow, a moan erupting out of her. His tongue went everywhere in measured strokes, holding her captive. His eagerness and enjoyment turned her on.
He slid his hands under her butt, grabbing her panties. She pressed her feet into the mattress, lifting her middle off the bed.
Baddy's mouth left her, and he ripped the panties from her body and tossed them over his shoulder. She panted, breathing heavily.
The streetlight coming through the window gave her a view of his face right before he dove back between her thighs, and his tongue assaulted her. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from moaning too loudly.
This was right. Nobody could tell her that what she was doing was wrong. Baddy was different. He was honest. He was caring.
Her lower stomach tightened. She held her breath, holding back her orgasm.
He wouldn't let her.
Lapping his tongue, concentrating on the tight nub, he held her captive and under his control. Warmth swirled inside of her. She panted, unable to hold back.
Her thighs clamped down on his head. Bucking against his mouth, she hissed. "I can't stop."
Her climax came fast and heavy, pitching her head off the bed. She strained. Her whole body vibrated. Grabbing his hair, she held him against her pussy and rode out her orgasm until her muscles released her, and she fell back against the couch.
Baddy got up from between her legs, undid his belt, took a condom out of his wallet, and shoved his jeans to his thighs. Rolling on the protection, he gazed at her. She had no energy to close her legs in embarrassment.
He wiped his face off on the shoulder of his T-shirt, lowered himself on top of her, and captured her mouth. She had no time to react to the slight taste of her on his lips, and he slid his cock inside of her. She gasped, pulling herself out of the kiss.
Baddy held still. "Okay?"
"Yeah." She puckered her lips and blew a steady stream of air from her lungs. "I feel like I'm dreaming."
His gaze intensified, and he pumped his hips. The arousal that'd calmed inside of her woke up. She hooked her ankles behind his thighs and moved underneath him.
Her eyelids closed, and she forced them open. Sensitive from reaching her high, every thrust of his hardness stole every bit of control she had left.
She grabbed at his ribs, trying to brace against each plunge. Her thighs quivered, and she moaned, bringing her head up and biting his shoulder to keep from screaming.
He took her higher. Again.
Clawing at his back, she arched her neck, looking for his mouth. He found her. She stroked his tongue as he stroked her pussy.
His movements grew stronger, faster. She held on and mumbled against his mouth. Incoherent words, only she knew the meaning of, and came hard for the second time.
He pushed up on his arms, glancing down between their bodies, and then buried himself inside of her. She held him as he climaxed. His shudder ran through her.
After several minutes or maybe it was seconds, she couldn't be sure, he lowered himself down and rested his heavy weight on her.
Looping her arm around his head, she squeezed her eyes shut, knowing that for her first one-night stand, it would never be more, and any sex in the future with someone else would never compare to the night she had sex with Baddy.
She had a crush. An incredible attraction to an older guy who belonged to Royalla Motorcycle Club.
Emotions clogged her throat.
She was not like her mom.