Chapter One #4
He eased out, allowing me just long enough to fill my lungs.
Then I held my breath and wildly worked my clit.
My mind numbed. Shadows and sparks danced in my eyes as darkness clouded into my peripheral vision.
This was the high. The euphoric climax. My limbs grew heavy and, deep inside, I trembled and quivered as flares of light exploded behind my closed eyes.
“Fuck.” Cruz cursed, and the first burst of his bitter fluids splashed the back of my throat.
I lifted my gaze to his. Tears blurred my vision. I groaned, unable to move my head, as I tried to swallow. But his cock filled my mouth, blocking my airway, and bruising my throat.
With a final spurt, he ripped his cock from my mouth and painted my lips with the last of his release. I gasped, straining to fill my lungs. The rush of oxygen left me surging with adrenaline yet suspended in a mind-numbing high.
Cruz loosened his grasp on my hair, trailed his fingers along the side of my face, and grazed my cheek with his thumb.
Sitting back on my heels, I swayed with his touch.
Dropping down next to me, he braced one arm around my back and the other slid under my ass and to my knees. Then he scooped me into his arms.
“My turn.” He set me on the bed, butterflied my thighs, and closed his mouth over my pussy. “This is my pussy, Micki. Mine.”
A feral growl rolled out of me. I curled my fingers into his hair, anchored him to my pussy, and thrust my hips to grind against his mouth. Lips, teeth, and tongue devoured me. Sucking, licking, and oh my god, he grazed his teeth along my sensitive clit.
I cried out as he drove me hard and fast toward my impending climax, pushing me until I was freefalling over the edge into a mindless abyss of quivers and shudders. My back arched, and he continued his unrelenting assault on my pussy. I fisted the bedding as pleasure burned low in my belly.
He licked the length of my slit then pressed the flat of his tongue hard to my clit, and I shattered. One violent spasm rolled into the next.
“That’s my beautiful whore.” Cruz slammed two fingers inside me and finger fucked me through my orgasm. As the last flutter rippled through me, he pulled his fingers from my core and shoved them into my mouth. “Taste how sweet you are.”
I sucked him clean as that wicked grin that made me weak curled his lips.
A low moan unfurled from my chest, climbing up my throat, and slipping past my lips.
I sucked his fingers hard, hollowing my cheeks as he pulled his fingers from my mouth.
My gaze lingered on his as my heart slowed, and I drifted back from the high of coming hard.
“Make room,” he whispered.
I scooted back on the bed and tucked my legs under the blanket.
Once he was next to me, I snuggled against him, draped my arm over his chest, and kissed the tatted skin of his shoulder. For several long moments we just breathed, simmering in the aftermath of coming down from orgasmic freaking bliss.
“Did you talk to Blue?” I finally asked.
A low growl rumbled from him and into me. He turned his head and slid his mouth across mine.
I laughed, breaking the kiss. “Is that your way of shutting me up?”
I wanted to ask him if he’d talked to Dozer. Cruz would pretend not getting the patch hadn’t gutted him, to know they still didn’t think he was ready to be a Heller.
I didn’t really get the whole prospecting thing. My dad was part of a motorcycle group. He paid dues, volunteered, and had track day events. It was all about riding bikes fast. But for these guys, it went beyond motorcycles as a hobby. The club was their identity.
I traced circles on Cruz’s chest with my fingers, and he tunneled his through my hair. “What more do you have to do to get the patch?” I asked.
He sighed. “Put in the work here at the clubhouse. Do whatever I’m told to do.
Work the bar, clean up, help out. Basically, be their bitch.
” His gaze lingered on mine. With a fingertip, he followed the arch of my brow.
“It’s not supposed to be easy. It’s to prove they can trust I’ll have their back.
And to show me that they’ll always have mine. ”
“Dozer’s a good friend. He wouldn’t fuck you over.”
“I know. I need to talk to you. There’s a situation. I don’t want to fight about it. And believe me, I get that we’ve had problems in the past. But we’re good.”
Lying next to him, I angled my head back to look at his face.
“I’m not mad anymore about yesterday. I know why you don’t want to go to the track.
But my dad only sees the aftermath of us.
” The fights, the tears, the breaking up, and getting back together.
My dad wouldn’t understand the breaking up for us was like foreplay.
A restart. We always got back together. “I want him to know you like I do.”
“I get that the track is important to you. I’ll go.” He kissed my forehead. “I’ll hate it.”
I cuddled up to him. “Thank you, and after, I’ll fuck you happy.”
For a few beats of my heart, our breaths filled the silence. This was his love language, being able to hold me, without words, without expectation. He’d never issued declarations of love, but this had to mean something. It meant everything to me.
“Bullet has a situation. I need you to hear me out. You get how important the club is to me.” His voice lowered, his hand stilled, and his heart pounded beneath my ear. “I need to do a favor for Bullet.”
I’d been around the MC long enough to know a favor for Bullet could be dangerous. “Is it illegal?”
Cruz wasn’t always on the right side of the law. He’d done a bit of dealing, and I was pretty sure he used to midnight shop for car parts with Dozer. Some of those bad decisions that made me hot because I was sick like that.
I suspected something happened a few weeks ago with Blue, Rogue, and Bullet. Kiss had been petrified. She’d needed a sobriety sponsor. I’d needed a joint.
“After the shit that went down with Hayley—”
“Don’t say her name.” Just hearing her name had fear coiling around my bones. Cruz had a fucked-up philosophy on relationships and sex. Oh god. He’d promised he wouldn’t see her again. Wouldn’t touch her again. But Cruz couldn’t keep his fucking promises. If he fucked her again—
“Just listen.”
“You want to talk about her when you’re in bed with me?” I pushed away from him, but his arm snaked around my waist and pulled me close.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“Sorry for what? Did you fuck her again?” I couldn’t ebb the tide of tears in my eyes.
“Fuck. No. Baby, I haven’t cheated on you.”
But he’d fucked girls and guys while we’d been together, and that was the problem. We didn’t have the same views on sex. I fought his hold, panic snapping painfully in my gut.
“Micki, fuck. Would you listen to me?”
I spun out of his arms and scooted away from him. “Not if you’re going to talk about that bitch.”
He sat up and raked his fingers along his scalp. “Bullet doesn’t even know Hayley. Would you calm down and listen? After what happened with Hayley, I promised I’d never fuck around behind your back, and I haven’t.”
“Then why bring her up?”
“Because I’m making my promises count.”
I furrowed my brows, and my heart slammed against my ribs, breaking before the words were out of his mouth. “What does that mean?”
“Bullet has a job for me. Big payout.”
“Bullet’s a pimp.” I chewed my thumbnail, trying not to interrupt when I really wanted to rip the words from his mouth before he’d spoken them.
“Not anymore. He’s a producer—”
“—of porn,” I interrupted. “With whores.”
“Former whores. Cam girls, online only, and they’re making serious bank.” He tugged on my hand, pulling my thumb from my mouth.
“Does he want you to be their accountant?” Because Cruz was good with numbers. He had computer skills, but he had too much energy surging through him to sit in an office all day.
Lately, he’d worked with Steele at some job sites, and he had his nights behind the bar. But he didn’t have steady income from a career. Rather he was always looking for the next easy paycheck.
And he was also good with his big dick.
Cruz toppled me to the bed, holding down my arms, and sliding his lips along the tendon of my neck. “It’s a job, baby, so I’m going to need a pass.”
“What kind of pass?” I could get him a pass to the track, a bus pass, but I wasn’t sure why he’d need one when he had his bike. Oh god, his tongue teased the spot under my ear. A low moan rolled from my chest. Who was the whore now?
“Snow white is going to get railed by seven bikers. Ten minutes, and I’ll make a couple grand.”
Instantly, the haze of lust burned off. I shoved him off me. “He asked you to fuck his kitten?”
He leaned up. “Technically, I volunteered.”
I scrambled away from him. “Are you serious? You want to get your dick wet in some whore?”
“It’s just sex.”
“You promised, Cruz.” My voice rose with every word. “You promised you wouldn’t fuck around on me, and now, you’re making it a career move?”
He bolted off the bed, stalking closer to me. “I promised I wouldn’t fuck around behind your back. That’s why I’m talking to you about it. I don’t even know the girl. Bullet needs help with his business. I fuck her once, get paid, and get some club credit with Bullet. What’s the issue?”
My arms dropped to my side and my throat tightened. I suffocated in the dark cavern where my heart was supposed to beat. Tendrils of fear clawed at my thoughts.
We’d talked.
We’d fought.
We’d promised.
But Cruz’s promises were only skin deep. And I felt the betrayal to my core.
“No issue.” My hands trembled as I grabbed my T-shirt off the dresser and tugged it over my head. I had to get out of here. Where were my panties?
“What are you doing?” He closed the space between us and wrapped his arms around me. His chest was warm, his arms were strong and roped with veins, and his cock hardened against my ass.