Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
The kiss was different—deeper, more urgent, as if we were afraid the moment would slip away if we didn’t embrace it fully. The contrast between his soft lips and rough beard was thrilling. I lost myself in the embrace, doubts vanishing.
He whispered, “You’re sure about this?” His gaze searched mine for any doubt.
I nodded, a small smile forming. “Yes.”
He softly brushed my cheek. “I don’t want to rush you. You’re not like other girls.”
“Clark, I want you to treat me like any other girl.”
He grinned wickedly. “Then, Honey Bun, get out from under that sheet. Let me see you. I’m going to take you for a wild ride on my hog.”
“Honey Bun?” I complained.
“Yeah, Honey Bun. Get naked. I’ve wanted to fuck you since that night at the hotel.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Women in my world do whatever I demand.”
Sounded like I was in for a hell of a ride.
I peeled the sheet off me, revealing my body clad in nothing but black lace lingerie. Clark’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in every inch of me. Without breaking eye contact, he reached out and pulled me to my feet. Very slowly, he took down the straps of my bra, laying kisses on my shoulders. I trembled as he made quick work of my bra and panties.
I was naked and feeling vulnerable, but the yearning in his eyes empowered me. His hands were all over me, leaving a warm feeling behind. Yet, I shivered at his touch, wanting more.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he murmured, his voice husky with longing.
Then it was his turn to strip off his pants, and I got to see his large erection stand proudly before me.
“And you’re not so bad yourself.”
He chuckled, a low, seductive sound that made my knees weak as he took my hand and guided it towards his cock.
As I wrapped my fingers around his length, he let out a low groan. “You ready for that ride?” he asked, sounding eager.
I choked back. I wasn’t sure I was ready, but I definitely wanted him. This biker made me feel so alive, like I haven’t felt in ages.
Clark’s hungry kiss led me to the bed. His hands went lower to my wet center. When his fingers slipped in, I moaned in his mouth.
The biker started making demands into mine. “Tell me you want me inside you,” he growled against my lips, his fingers thrusting deeper within me.
I whimpered. “Yes, I want you.”
“Try again.”
I gasped as he pulled his fingers out of me. “I want you inside me.”
He withdrew away from my lips. “Say it like you mean it, Honey Bun.” Clark grinned, a predatory expression in his eyes. “And look at me when I fuck you,” he commanded.
Desperate to please him, I found the courage to meet his gaze. “I want you to fuck me, Clark.”
A low groan escaped him as he positioned his cock at my entrance. “Oh, Honey Bun. I plan to.” He thrust in, filling me completely.
Holy hell. I couldn’t help but cry out at the sudden fullness.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he growled, his cock deep within me.
“I’m yours, Clark.”
His smile was wicked as he started moving inside me. “That’s my good girl. Now, let’s see how much you can take.”
I held onto his shoulders while trying to keep pace. He was totally focused on me as he moved, liking what he saw.
The biker was wrecking me.
“You’re so tight.” His breath hit my ear. “I could be inside you forever.”
The thought of him never leaving me brought a fresh wave of desire. I wished this could go on forever. I really didn’t want it to end, but Clark just kept speeding up, making that impossible. He got rougher, clutching my hips as he kept going. The sight of him lost in passion was intoxicating.
I groaned out, my back arching, my nerves tingling with the edge of an orgasm.
His grin was fierce as he continued plunging into me. “That’s it, Honey Bun, let go.” Bending down, he kissed me fervently as I reached a state of euphoria.
The feeling of him being inside me, combined with the power of his kiss, pushed me to the limit.
“Clark,” I cried out, breaking our kiss. I was lost in the moment as the orgasm took me away.
Clark’s moves got a bit wild as he was about to reach his peak. “Fuck, Aurora,” he growled, holding me tighter against him. He was really going for it. As I came down from my orgasm, I felt a ripple of pleasure wash over Clark. He filled me with a loud growl. Then he collapsed on top of me, still inside me.
He looked down at me fondly, a tenderness in his eyes that took me by surprise. “I’ve never felt like this about anyone,” he admitted, his voice so soft.
I smiled up at him. “I think I might be falling for you, too.”
Clark pulled out, his cock shiny from all the excitement. He rolled onto his back, and I laid my head on his chest, listening to the strong, steady rhythm of his heart. This was crazy, but it just felt right. We were there for a bit, just catching our breath.
Finally, I broke the silence. “So, what now?”
He murmured, “Oh, I ain’t finished with you, Honey Bun.”
Clark had many more delicious demands—all night long.
Eventually, sleep claimed us both.
I woke up and saw Clark already drinking coffee by the window. He had on a plain white tee and jeans, with his hair messy and was still the most handsome man I’d ever laid eyes on.
“Morning,” he said with a smile when he noticed I was awake. “I brought you some coffee.”
I sat up, the sheets pooling around my waist. “Thanks.” Accepting the mug, I took a sip.
“That’s not all,” he said, pulling something from behind his back. It was two individually wrapped honey buns. “Figured you could use some nourishment after last night.”
Damn, he was right. I was starving. His sweet intentions weren’t lost on me, but I scarfed down that treat.
“What time is it?” I asked, covering my full mouth.
“Almost noon. We should get going soon to meet the folks for brunch.”
“Right.” I glanced at the ring on the bedside table—a simple gold band with a modest sapphire.
Clark followed my gaze. “You don’t have to wear it if you’re uncomfortable. We can tell everyone the truth.”
I picked up the ring, turning it over. “No, it’s okay. We started this charade. Might as well see it through.”
He nodded. “Fair enough. But for what it’s worth, it’ll look hot on you.”
I began to slide the ring on, but Clark took it and slipped it onto my finger himself. I couldn’t help but feel a flutter as he kissed my hand.
“You make a good prince, Frog.”
After getting dressed, we left the inn and headed to my mother’s house. As we walked up the familiar path, Clark reached for my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
Inside the house was alive with clattering dishes and cheerful conversation. Mom looked up, her eyes brightening as she saw us.
“There you two are! We were starting to wonder if you’d slept the day away,” she teased, standing beside Clark’s mom.
“Good morning, Ma, Mrs. Jenkins,” Clark said warmly.
“Morning, Mary, Mom,” I added, feeling a bit nervous.
Their gazes dropped to my hand, and Mom gasped softly. “Is that?—?”
I glanced down at the ring. “Oh, yes. Clark asked last night.”
Mom clapped her hands, her face radiant. “Oh, sweetheart! Congratulations!” She hugged us both. “I knew there was something special between you two.”
Clark slipped his arm around my waist. “Couldn’t wait any longer,” he said, as his mom beamed.
Clark’s mom pulled us into a hug next. “I’ll finally be a grandma.”
My mom gasped, and I looked at Clark, who shook his head. Thank goodness he hadn’t told his mom that.
“I’m not pregnant,” I remarked.
Clark’s mom spoke. “Well, give it some time.”
The rest of the family gathered around, offering their congratulations.
As brunch wrapped up, Clark turned to me. “We should probably hit the road soon.”
“You’re leaving already?” Mom asked, with a hint of disappointment.
“I have rehearsals starting tomorrow,” I explained. “And Clark has commitments back in Nashville.”
“Well, don’t be strangers,” she said, hugging us both. “We need to start the wedding plans.”
Outside, we loaded what I could from my bags into Clark’s saddlebags. I secured my helmet, feeling jittery about the journey ahead.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Ready.”
He spoke over his shoulder. “Can’t wait to take you to the clubhouse. The guys are going to love you.”
I tightened my hold on him. “About that... What should I expect?”
“Don’t worry. They’re a rough bunch, but they’ll treat you like family. Just be yourself.”
“Easier said than done.”
“You’ll be fine,” he assured me. “Besides, I’ve got your back.”
“What happens now? With us, I mean.”
He was quiet for a moment. “You said you were mine. Did you mean that, Honey Bun?”
A warmth spread through me. “At the time.”
“We’ll have to recreate that moment then,” he replied, sounding pleased.
We pulled away from the house, and I glanced back to see our families waving. I rested my head against his leather, watching the horizon ahead. The open road stretched before us, the landscape a blur as we sped toward Nashville. I daydreamed about a future where we could be ourselves. Maybe we’d have to come clean eventually, but for now, I was content to ride alongside Clark, wherever this was going.
The End For Now