Chapter 9 - Knight #2
"Now I'm not sure what I want," I admit. "Except that I want to keep seeing you after this is over."
She smiles, leaning down to kiss me softly. "We should shower. Your club brothers will be here soon."
I glance at the clock. Still over two hours before they're due to arrive. "Plenty of time," I murmur, sitting up and scooping her into my arms.
She laughs as I carry her to the small bathroom, setting her on her feet while I turn on the shower. Steam quickly fills the small space as hot water cascades from the showerhead.
Beth steps in first, sighing as water sluices over her curves. I follow, closing the shower curtain behind us. For a moment, I'm content just to watch her… Head tilted back, eyes closed, water running over her breasts and belly.
"You're staring," she says without opening her eyes.
"Can't help it," I reply, reaching for the soap. "Turn around. Let me wash your back."
She complies, and I work up a lather between my palms before smoothing them over her shoulders and down her spine. She hums with pleasure as I massage her muscles, working out knots of tension.
My hands drift lower, cupping her ass, fingers dipping between her thighs from behind. She's still slick from earlier, my cum mixed with her own juices.
"Again?" she asks, a smile in her voice.
"If you want," I say, pressing against her so she can feel my renewed hardness against her lower back.
In answer, she braces her hands against the shower wall, pushing her ass back against me invitingly. "I want it."
I guide myself to her entrance, pushing in slowly. The angle is different this way, allowing me to go deeper. Beth gasps as I fill her completely, her inner walls stretching to accommodate me again.
Gripping her hips, I begin to thrust, slowly not to be too rough. The shower's spray hits my back as I fuck her with steady strokes, each one drawing a soft moan from her lips.
"Harder," she demands, pushing back against me.
I comply, increasing my pace, driving into her with more force. The wet slap of flesh against flesh echoes in the small bathroom, mingling with our panting breaths and her increasingly vocal moans.
One hand slides around to find her clit, circling the sensitive bud in time with my thrusts. Her legs begin to tremble, and I know she's close again.
"Knight," she gasps. "Fuck, right there."
I maintain the angle and pace she needs, feeling my own release building. The sight of her bent over, taking my cock so perfectly, water cascading down her back…It's almost too much.
"Come for me again," I growl in her ear. "Let me feel your pussy squeeze my cock."
My crude words push her over the edge. She cries out, body shuddering as her orgasm washes through her. I follow immediately after, unable to hold back as her inner muscles clench around me. I empty myself inside her again, marking her as mine for the second time today.
We finish our shower properly after that, washing each other with a tenderness. There's something intimate about it—more intimate, almost, than the sex itself.
Once dry, we dress quickly. Beth borrows clothes from the dresser again, finding a t-shirt and jeans that fit her well enough with a belt cinched tight. I pull on fresh clothes, mentally preparing for the arrival of my brothers.
While Beth dries her hair, I check our preparations. Bags packed and ready by the door. Weapons cleaned and loaded. Emergency routes planned.
The distant rumble of motorcycle engines reaches my ears about forty minutes earlier than expected. I move to the window, peering through the curtains.
Three bikes pull into the clearing in front of the cabin. I recognize them immediately. Dice's gleaming Sportster, Blade's blacked-out Road King, and Viper's custom Dyna. They cut their engines, and Dice is off his bike first, practically bouncing with energy.
Unlike the others, Dice has no military background. He's young. In his twenties and still learning discipline. What he lacks in training, he makes up for in loyalty and enthusiasm. Sometimes too much enthusiasm.
He rushes toward the cabin door, not bothering to scan the surroundings or check for potential threats. Just charges straight ahead, pounding on the door like he's trying to break it down.
"Knight!" he shouts. "Open up, brother!"
I sigh, shaking my head. The kid's a good prospect, a solid brother to have at your back in a fight, but goddamn, his lack of tactical awareness is going to get him killed someday.
Blade and Viper approach more cautiously, eyes scanning the perimeter, hands near their concealed weapons. They, at least, understand operational security.
"Your friends are here," Beth says, emerging from the bathroom. "I heard the bikes."
"Yeah," I confirm. "Dice, Blade, and Viper. Dice is the other prospect. Young, enthusiastic, bit of a wild card. Blade and Viper are full members. Both ex-military, solid men."
She nods, but I can see apprehension in her eyes. "Will they... what should I expect?"
I move to her, placing my hands on her shoulders. "They're here to protect you, same as me. Follow my lead, answer their questions honestly, and you'll be fine. They're good men, Beth."
Dice pounds on the door again. "Knight! You alive in there, brother?"
"I'd better let them in before he breaks the door down," I smile. "Ready?"
Beth takes a deep breath, then nods. "Ready."
I move to the door, checking through the peephole before disengaging the locks. Time to introduce Beth to the brotherhood that will help keep her alive for the next two days.
Whether she's ready for it or not, the full force of Outlaw Order is about to become part of her life.