Chapter 2
Chapter
Two
Smoke
W hen I step outside, that fucker JB is nowhere to be seen, and it’s a good fucking job because I can’t guarantee that I will stick to the agreement I made with Mammoth if I see the cocky little fucker. Mammoth has been warned to keep a tight leash on JB and to make sure that he stays out of my fucking way.
Him being here, in Nevada, is a problem that I sure as fuck don’t need, especially while all the mayhem is going down with Dunne.
What the actual fuck!
I take long strides up the hill towards the cabin. Each step I take bringing me nearer to where I know Tenley is, and my need to close the door on all the crap that is currently invading my life. The weight on my shoulders is not visible but is real and a heavy load to bear.
I don’t knock before I push open the door and step inside. I do, however, take the time to kick my boots off before making my way further into the house.
“Everything okay?” Oriana asks as she looks over the back of the couch where she sits with Sasha, watching some animated program on the TV. I don’t respond, my focus firmly fixed on Tenley, standing at the other side of the kitchen counter, a bowl of popcorn balanced in her hand.
I step around the counter, take the bowl from her hand and fill it with mine, letting my fingers lace with hers. As I lead her past the couch, I hand the popcorn over to Oriana without breaking pace, continuing towards Tenley’s room.
“Smoke?” she questions but follows me willingly.
Once we enter her room, the door firmly closed behind us, I crowd her, wrapping her within my arms. When I drop my head to her shoulder, she tilts her head, giving me access. I nuzzle my face into her neck, my lips resting on her soft skin as I breathe in her intoxicating scent.
“Smoke, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Everything.” I admit easier than I should. “You smell so fucking good.” I inhale deeper, letting her goodness seep into my mind, dulling the crazy that is my life. I tighten my hold on her, not wanting to lose the escape she’s giving me. She winces. Quickly, I drop my arms, taking a step back.
“Fuck, your arm,” I gently run my fingers over her forearm. “How is it?”
“Its fine. The doctor says it’s not broken, just badly bruised. It will take a few days of rest, but it should be as good as new.” Hooking her good arm around my back, she steps forward until her tits are crushed against my chest. “So, don’t you be worrying about me. What’s got you so wound up?” she asks softly.
“It’s a long story, and not one that I want to go into right now.” I brush my lips against hers, intending to take it further, but she tilts her head back and fixes me with an intense look.
“You want to be with me?” she questions, her eyes searching mine for the truth. Only a few hours ago, in the very same room, I’d made clear my feelings for her and that I wanted her to be mine.
“You doubt me?” My brows knit together as I fire back my own question. “Didn’t I make that clear to you?”
“Then don’t keep things from me.” Her lips fall into a soft pout as, once again, she tries to read my expression. “No secrets Smoke, no lies. Whatever you tell me will go no further, I swear on my life. You need to trust me. If you’re serious about us, then you need to talk to me. I ain’t going to be no mushroom, kept in the dark and fed shit.”
“No secrets,” I promise. “In time, just not now, because at this moment, all I want to think about is you.” I put an end to any further discussion by covering her lips with mine, this time with a determination that she’s unable to ignore. She gives no resistance when I grab her ass and lift her from the ground. Her legs impulsively wrap around my waist, her hand falling to the back of my neck, fingers weaving into my hair as she deepens the kiss that has escalated into lashing tongues and clashing teeth. It’s like we can’t get close enough.
“I need to feel your skin,” I growl as I walk us both towards the bottom of the bed. When I get us there, I unhook her legs from my waist, sending her feet gently to the floor. “This,” I tug at the fabric of her dress, “needs to come off.” Unwilling to waste any more time, I grab a fistful of the cloth and pull it up and over her head. When I see that she’s not wearing anything other than a tiny triangle of fabric covering her cunt, I move her to sit on the edge of the bed and fall to my knees.
“So fucking perfect,” I whisper as I cover both of her full, round tits with my tattooed hands. The dark ink looking so fucking hot against her unblemished skin. Each pink nipple, hard against my palms, is telling me how aroused she is. “Let me get lost in you, Tenley?” I want to get so deep into her that nothing else matters, my mind consumed with only her.
“I’m here for you, Smoke. Only you.” The thinnest rim of blue can be seen in her eyes, replaced with dark, enlarged pupils, as she gazes back at me with utter, unadulterated lust. “Take what you need.”
“I’ll take,” I assure her. “But I will give you what you need in return.”
I grab her ass and move us both further up onto the bed. I slip off my cut and lay it on the floor. Tenley’s hands come to the hem of my t-shirt and she impatiently tugs to bring it up. I brush her hand away only so I don’t catch her when I put my hand behind my neck, grab the collar, and pull the whole thing over my head before slinging it to the floor.
“I need to be inside you Tenley, and I’m warning you now, this ain’t going to be some kinda slow and meaningful fuck. It’s going to be fast and hard.” I unfasten my jeans, pushing the waistband over my hips, freeing my rigid cock. It’s so engorged and desperate for release that it pains me. The pang of guilt at taking my fill with little regard to her needs quickly dispels when she opens her legs wide, inviting me in. “Fuck,” I growl out as I pull the already damp scrap of fabric that covers her pussy to the side and slam my cock into her warm, velvety cunt until my balls slap hard against her skin. “Jesus,” I moan out at the same time as she lets out a squeal at the sudden intrusion. “Shit, babe, I’m sorry.” I still and suck in air. The sensation of her wrapped around my cock takes me so close to shooting my load that I have to take a minute. “You feel so fucking good. I’m not going to be able to get you there too, baby, but I’ll make it up to you.” I start to move, and holy fuck, this is better than before. Maybe it’s because I’ve come to terms with the fact that this woman is it for me, and I no longer want to hide that fact. Or could it be that strangely I feel no guilt in loving this woman as deeply as I love Violet?
Is it Love? I know that I can’t envisage a life without Tenley in it so I guess it must be.
With every thrust I make, Tenley lets out a moan that does nothing to quench the fire that is burning in my groin. My concern at not being able to last long enough to bring her to the edge was unnecessary. Her body is quivering, and short sharp pants fall from between her open lips as she gets closer and closer, so I slip my hand to where our bodies meet and sweep my thumb back and forth over her clit. Her back arches off the bed. I pump into her faster, and as she screams out, her orgasm hitting, I follow right behind her.
I roll to her side, my back hitting the mattress. I tug in huge lungs full of air and let my head stop spinning from the crazy, euphoric high that’s better than any drug I’ve done in my past. I turn my head to look at her only to find her eyes wide, lips parted as she too tries to catch her breath.
Tenley
I can sense him watching me, although, at this time, I’m not sure if I’m still on this earth or floating with some celestial body in outer space.
I turn my head towards him and meet his gaze.
“Mindfuck!” I voice a little too loudly and quickly slap my hand over my mouth.
The orgasm that has just raged through my body, assaulting my very being, was something magical, and all I want is to repeat the experience daily.
He rolls towards me, takes my hand in his, fingers threading with mine and kisses the back before moving his mouth to mine and kissing me deeply, passionately, with a mind-blowing intensity.
“Darlin’, don’t hold back. Tell me exactly how it is,” he laughs at my outburst. “Come here.” He takes a hold of my hip and pulls me towards him. Arms coming around me, until we’re skin on skin. I lay my head against his chest and tilt my head up to see him.
His hair is one hell of a mess, the long waves falling around his face like an abstract veil. His lids are heavy, as if fighting sleep, and I can barely see the dark color of his eyes. His mouth has the slightest upturn at the edges, and there’s not a hint of a crease on his forehead. I search for the word that would describe him but struggle. Then it comes to me.
Serene.
Smoke, motherfucking president of the nefarious Young Outlaws MC, the man who has an inability to show emotion, and who very rarely wears any kind of expression on his face, is… content, peaceful, and it’s a fucking glorious sight to see.
I snuggle into him further, and in return, he sweeps a kiss against my forehead. It’s not long before his breathing becomes steady. The rhythmic sound has me drifting into a light sleep, too.