Chapter Fourteen
“Good morning, beautiful.” Striding into the kitchen, I trapped her between the kitchen counter and my body. My hands reached up to cup her breasts. I squeezed. And Chloe’s head fell back against my chest as she moaned.
She had been staying with me for five days, and I still couldn’t get enough of her. Every morning I woke up to her making breakfast and singing a song I didn’t recognize in her off key way.
I had never wanted to live with a woman before. I hadn’t even thought about having a regular woman, but having Chloe in my house felt more right than anything else I had ever had. She wasn’t a stranger staying with me. It was like she had always been there. With her, it was so easy.
“Hey, lazy bum.” She said the words like she had said them every day when I turned up hours after she had gotten up and started her day. Twisting in my arms, she lifted herself on to her tiptoes so she could find my mouth with hers.
Chloe might be sweet and perfect, but she sure as hell wasn’t shy. Not anymore, anyway, not with me. A few orgasms and she had turned into a bit of a sex pest. Not that I was complaining. I loved the way she always seemed to want me as much as I wanted her.
Scooping her up, I lifted her onto the countertop and slid between her legs, pushing up her t-shirt so I could touch the skin at the tops of her thighs.
“I missed you this morning. I rolled over, and you weren’t there.
” I nibbled at her collarbone, a wave of need flooding my body as she let her head fall back and moaned.
“I was making breakfast.” She lifted her head to stare at me. “Unless you want to have me for breakfast?” She winked and giggled.
“Always.” Catching her face between my hands, I caught her lips up in mine. “But I don’t have time today. I did tell you I have to go to Cardiff, didn’t I?”
I was sure I had mentioned it, but maybe I hadn’t. It wasn’t like I had been thinking much about the offer the Cardiff chapter had made me. My mind had been completely on her.
“Yeah.” Leaning back, she studied me. Her pale eyes sweeping across my face. “I just wish you didn’t have to go. Are you seriously thinking about moving there?”
“Come with me,” I whispered. I didn’t know what made me say it, but I didn’t regret it.
I had been thinking about it a lot since the night we had first made love.
She made my life feel complete for the first time, and I didn’t want to let that slip through my fingers.
It wasn’t just that she made my house a home, it was more that she was my home.
I wanted her by my side, but at the same time, I knew how crazy that was.
We had only known each other for barely two weeks.
It was much too soon to be talking about giving her my patch.
The guys back at the clubhouse would laugh at me.
But did I really care?
Did it matter if things were going quickly?
“You mean today?” She lifted her eyebrow, and I swallowed down the no I wanted to say. It was clear that she wasn’t ready to move our relationship on yet and I didn’t want to push it or her away.
“Not today. But I’ll be back tonight, so just stay inside and I’ll be back before you know it.
” As much as I wanted to take her with me and have her on the back of my bike with her arms around my waist and her soft breasts pressed against my back, I couldn’t.
This was the last meeting I would have with the Cardiff chapter before they needed my decision.
It wouldn’t be the kind of meeting I could take Chloe and make sure she was safe and happy.
“You will be safe here.”
“I think I’m going to go home. Sy is worried about me and—”
I tightened my grip on her. “No.” I didn’t know why I didn’t want her to go home, but I didn’t.
Maybe I was scared for her safety or maybe I was just frightened that it would break the bubble we had placed around ourselves.
As soon as she went back to her real life, then she might realise that there were plenty of men out there that would love a chance with her.
“I don’t want to share you,” I mumbled, and her face creased into a frown.
“Share me? Share me with who?” Chloe’s hands ran down my naked chest, running over each of the hard muscles.
“With Sy?” Sliding her hand into my boxers, she curled her fingers around me.
I was hard in an instant, throbbing and pulsing against her palm.
“Pocket, you don’t need to share me with anyone.
I am yours.” Self doubt lowered her voice.
“If you want me to be yours, of course. I know we haven’t known each other very long. ”
Laughing, I clutched her tightly. “I don’t care how long I have known you, or what people will say. You are mine. I can’t believe I’m your first and now your last.”
Chloe’s lips were so soft against mine. It was so easy to get lost in her.
“I need to go,” I said with a groan. Travelling for hours to spend time with a bunch of sweaty men in a run down club house wasn’t how I wanted to spend my day, but I had a job to do.
“Can I just do one thing?” Her eyes glittered with mischief. “Well, try one thing.”
“Yeah but—”
She slipped down off the side and fell to her knees. Her wide eyes gazed up at me from beneath her lashes. And it was pretty clear what she wanted to do.
“Is this ok?” Hooking her fingers into the waistband of my jeans, she pushed them down to my knees and my cock sprung free. “I mean, I love it when you do it for me. So I wanted to see if you liked my mouth on you as much as I love yours on me.”
I didn’t answer her, instead I scooped her hair back from her face and held it at the back of her head. She guided me to her lips, placing a small kiss on the tip of my throbbing cock.
“Chlo—” Her name disappeared in a loud moan when she opened her lips wide and let me into her mouth for the first time.
There was nothing timid about the way she slid her lips around me. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked and took me to the back of her throat.
Groaning, I fought the urge to slam into the back of her throat. I wanted to see her eyes water as she looked up at me, but I didn’t want to frighten her. I had to remember she hadn’t done this before.
“Jesus, beautiful.” My fingers tightened in her hair, scraping against her scalp. “You’re so fucking good at that.” She smiled around me, tightening her lips around my shaft. “Don’t stop. Fuck, please don’t stop.”
She moved her head back and forth over me. I didn’t even need to guide her. She was so good. I wasn’t lying about that. She was the best I had ever had. Chloe seemed to know exactly how I liked it. How I needed it.
My balls drew up tightly, and I knew I was close to spilling my seed right down her throat.
“Enough.” Yanking her hair back so she came off of my cock with a wet slurp, I lifted her to her feet. Turning her around, I bent her over the cabinets.
I wanted to spill my cum inside of her alright. But not onto her wet tongue. Not this time, at least. In the future, I would, as much as I could, but not now. Right now, I wanted to fill her up in a different way.
“Hold on, love.” Flipping up her t-shirt, I pushed the head of my cock, wet with her saliva, against the tight entrance to her perfect pussy and then slammed home with such force that she rocked forward with a cry.
Curling one arm around her waist to protect her from the edge of the sideboard, I reached round and rubbed at her clit with my thumb as I pounded her from behind.
She had been too good with her mouth, and I knew I wouldn’t last long, but I wanted her to cum, too. I wanted those tight pussy flutters to milk my cock of everything I had, and then I wanted to watch it drop out of her and scoop it back into her. I didn’t want to waste a drop.
Because I wanted to keep her.
Over and over again, I slammed into her and she pushed back against me. Her moans and cries grew louder, as greedy as her pussy.
Grunting, I thrust one more time, filling her completely, and she went off like a rocket around me, squirming and screaming so loudly that I didn’t hear the knocking at the front door until we had both fallen silent and only the noise of our heavy breathing filled the silence.
“Go and get cleaned up.” Pressing my lips against her shoulder, I slipped free of her pussy, only to replace my cock with my fingers.
I pushed them into her, trapping my cum inside her.
I worked them in and out for a few seconds as the person at the door began hammering again.
“I don’t want anyone to see you like this but me.
” Slipping my fingers free, I pushed them into her mouth so she could taste our mingled release on them.
“Go.” Groaning, I stepped away, slapping her ass as she scurried away and up the stairs.
I didn’t want to go to Cardiff, not now and not in the future if it meant leaving her. I wanted to stay with her.
The door knocked again, and I groaned.
“I’m coming, asshole,” I yelled as I swung open the door and came face to face with Chance and Duke.
Neither one of them looked happy.
Duke’s mouth twitched, but Chance looked down and it was only then that I realised my jeans were still gaping open. His eyes narrowed as he pushed his way into the house.
“You fucking fool, Pocket.”