Chapter 4 Pagan
Ihad an instant dislike to this cocky motherfucker. He moved another foot closer to Snooki as I stared him down, hating how he seemed to stake a claim on her.
Fuck that.
Snooki’s blue eyes flicked from him to me. She cleared her throat. “So, do you know when you’re getting discharged?”
“Today.” I growled the words, never taking my focus off Rael.
“Where are you stayin’?” He asked like he had a right to know shit about me.
“The Clown Motel.”
Rael’s lips twitched. “My favorite.”
“I would have thought you liked the Mizpah better.” Fucker looked freaky with that skeletal makeup on his face. If he wasn’t so cocky, I would have thought it was cool.
His smile widened a little too much. “It’s a second favorite.”
“Yeah, I can see that.”
My words only seemed to humor him.
Snooki appeared uncomfortable, and Rael noticed. He looked at her, far too intuitive and intimate, like he knew about her in a way I never would. It pissed me off.
“There a reason you’re here, Rael?”
“Grim wanted me to meet you. See why we remembered your name.”
Interesting.
I knew I had met Grim at a rally in Vegas a couple of years ago.
Rael hadn’t been around when I spoke to him.
I met Grim, Mammoth, and Papa before my appointment with a tattoo artist. I’d gotten my dagger inked on my forearm that day.
It stood out in my memory. Grim probably mentioned it in church to his members since he invited me to come to The Crossroads.
“He should. We spoke at the rally.”
“I wasn’t there.”
“Nope,” I agreed.
Stilted silence stretched as none of us said another word.
Snooki finally sighed and sat beside my bed. “I’m waiting with you. Rael, I’ll see you later.”
She dismissed him. Good. Maybe they weren’t fucking. I’d end it fast if they were. Not his place to touch what was mine.
Rael snorted. “Text if you need me, Snooki.”
She rolled her eyes. “Go on.”
He ticked his chin my way and left the room, taking his heavy presence with him as he left. The fucker was intense.
Snooki’s blue eyes landed on me. She sighed softly. “We’re not together. Not now.”
Ah. I knew I had picked up that they had fucked. “When?”
“Are you asking when it stopped?”
I nodded, worried I would growl a verbal answer.
“Years.”
That surprised me.
“He’s married with three babies. Nylah is a nurse. She’s the one I called the day of your accident.”
“But you’re not fucking?” I asked to clarify.
“No. Not for a long time. Not since he met her.”
Good. “Then he can fuck off with the protective shit.”
She laughed. “He’s always been like that.” Her shoulders lifted in a shrug. “You should know I’m a club girl. It’s how I am. Err, was.”
“I don’t give a shit what you wanted or who you slept with before we met. That’s your business, darlin’. I only care about now.”
And the future. I decided not to spook her with that knowledge. I’d tell her when I felt she was ready to hear it.
“The past bleeds into the present. I’ll always be a club girl to the members and their ol’ ladies.”
I hated the sad tinge to her tone. “Hey, you’re just you, baby. No fucking labels unless you want one.”
Like mine. Pagan’s property. I liked the sound of that.
“The path I chose follows me wherever I go.”
“Then change it, darlin’. What’s your real name?”
“You don’t think it’s Snooki?” She seemed amused.
“No. Tell me what name to call you when I’m sinking my cock deep inside you, baby.”
Yeah, that was putting it out there. Bold. Unapologetic. No room for misunderstanding. If she didn’t want me, she could tell me.
“Lainey.” Her voice sounded raw. Hungry. Almost desperate.
Fuck me. I loved her name. No more of this Snooki shit. She wasn’t gonna be stuck as a club girl now that she had me. I wanted her, and I planned to have her.
“Well, Lainey, I’m taking you to my hotel room, eating your sweet pussy, and giving you more orgasms than you can handle. Your thighs are gonna be shakin’ before I’m done. You hear me?”
Her pupils dilated. She bobbed her head in agreement.
A nurse entered and took my vitals as Lainey sat still, hands folded in her lap, probably stunned by my declaration. I hoped she didn’t plan on running. As much as I loved the idea of chasing her, it wasn’t the right time.
I could fill her in on all my kinks later.
It turned out I didn’t have to wait long to be discharged. Although I had to take it easy, I was healing, and there was no reason to keep me any longer. Thank fuck for that.
I wore regular clothes—no need to change out of the hospital gown. Another nurse, an older woman, brought me a plain white shirt and sweatpants. I thanked her, grateful to be out of that horrid material that exposed my ass whenever I got up and moved around.
My clothes from the day of the accident had been torn and soaked in blood.
I had to throw them out. But I did have my boots and fresh socks that I tugged on my feet with Lainey’s help.
When I received my discharge papers, I tossed them in the trash.
Lainey gave me a disapproving frown, but I didn’t need them.
I had my wallet, keys, and medication, which had been called in for me at a pharmacy in Tonopah.
I reached for Lainey’s hand as we left the room, guiding her toward the elevator. When it took longer than a minute, I got impatient. Steering her toward the stairs, we descended the steps, taking them slower than I wanted until we reached the bottom.
She gave me shit once we stepped outside. “You shouldn’t be pushing yourself like that.”
“Darlin’, the thought of being inside you is making me crazy. I need to get you to my hotel room.”
She blinked like she didn’t already know what we were gonna do. “Oh?”
“Gorgeous.” I cradled her face. “I want you. Ain’t messin’ around. If we’re not doing this, I need to know now because my cock is fucking hard for you.”
She lowered her hand and rested her palm against my bulge. “The gray sweatpants aren’t hiding much.”
“Then we’re on the same page. Yeah?”
She licked her lips. “Yes.”
“Then lead the way, gorgeous. I need to taste you.”
AS SOON AS I HAD MY door open at The Clown Motel, I dragged her body against mine, ignoring the pain that had become a regular occurrence since the accident. I kicked the door shut with my boot and locked it, lowering my head to pepper kisses along Lainey’s neck.
Fuck. She smelled so fucking good. I licked the side of her neck, tasting her skin the way I’d been thinking about since the second I saw her. She had the softest skin, and the hint of soap still clung to her. I could smell her natural scent beneath it, the musk invading my senses.
“Come closer to the bed,” I ordered, as she moved with me, reaching down to stroke my cock over my sweats.
My hips began to move, pressing into her hand as I reached for the hem of her shirt and tugged it upward, over a beautiful set of perky tits.
She had enough to overfill my palms, which was plenty for me.
I lowered my head again and sucked on her skin, placing open-mouthed kisses down her chest and over the lacy bra she wore.
“Pagan,” she whimpered as I pulled down the cups and spilled her breasts free, giving them my undivided attention.
Lainey tilted her head back and moaned, arching her back to give me better access. I ran my tongue over her skin, stopping to suck on the peaks until they puckered. I was too impatient to stay there long and slid an arm around her, unhooking her bra as it fell to the floor.
“Lie down on the mattress.”
She obeyed, kicking off her shoes and leaving her bottom at the edge, which was exactly what I wanted.
“Oh,” she gasped as I reached for the button on her jeans and popped it, tugging on the denim as I grabbed her underwear with it, drawing the material over her hips and down her thighs.
I yanked it off her feet and tossed it aside as I spread her thighs wide and dropped to my knees.
“So fucking wet already,” I announced as I dove in, opened her up with one hand, exposed her pretty pink center, and then licked her from slit to clit.
Lainey jolted. Her hand dove straight to my hair, grasping the tight Viking braids. “Oh. Wow.”
Yeah. I knew how to pleasure my woman with my fingers and tongue. She was about to learn real fast that I didn’t make empty promises.
I hummed against her mound and slid two fingers inside her, slowly pumping as I flicked my tongue over her clit. I took my time, slowing down as she began to roll her hips. Nearly frantic, she cried my name.
I didn’t want her to come too quickly. “Still, baby. Just relax. Feel. Grab those sheets and ride my face.”
Lainey listened to my words, slowly grinding against my face as my beard glistened with her arousal.
“That’s it,” I praised her, feeling her channel tighten around my fingers. “Let go. Loose yourself in this, gorgeous. I fucking got you.”
And she did.
When she came, she gushed a little fluid on my tongue, and I licked her clean before rising and brushing off my mouth with the back of my hand. I shoved down my sweats and stepped out of them, followed by my underwear. I didn’t want anything in the way of me fucking her.
“You ready for me, Lainey, baby?”
She gave me a delirious nod.
“I’m clean. Just checked last month,” I informed her as I lined up my cock at her entrance, ready to thrust forward. “You okay with me skipping a condom? I want to feel you bare.”
Not to mention, I didn’t plan on fucking any other woman but her, so this was just a formality. I’d be nutting inside her as often as she’d let me. Lainey would be in my bed every fucking night after this.
“Yes. Please, Pagan.”
“You beg for my cock so pretty, baby,” I informed her as I drove inside, pushing hard to fill her in one brutal punch of my hips.
Lainey clawed at my arms, eyes widening when she felt my girth stretching her. “Pagan.” She panted a few breaths. “So big.”
“Didn’t you notice that already?” She sure glanced at my crotch often enough to figure it out. In the hospital, she saw me step out of the shower one of the days that she arrived. I’d been thinking of her, and my dick had swelled right before she entered the room.
“Yes, but feeling you.” She bit her lower lip. “Much different.”
“Wait until I fuck you, darlin’. It’s gonna blow your mind.”
So what if I was cocky? Neither of us was a saint. We both fucked a lot of people in the past. It was safe to say we both knew a lot of tricks in the bedroom. Nothing wrong with us both using that to our advantage.
Hell, I still wanted her to ride me like a fucking porn star. That recurring dream wouldn’t go away.
I had to leverage myself on the mattress, being careful of my movements since sex was definitely testing my pain tolerance.
With my free hand, I roamed her curves, gripping her ass and slapping it before sliding my fingers over her hip.
I slid them onto her clit, pressing down as I began to strum the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Pagan!” Lainey cried, her neck arched as she reached upward and slapped the wall above her head. I’d pumped into her so hard we moved up the mattress, the headboard slamming into the wall.
The neighbors were gonna hear just how good and hard I fucked my woman. It almost made me laugh.
Her palms rested against the wall as I continued to pound her pussy, driving her deep into the mattress. The sheets had long since fallen over the side, draping the floor. “Pagan. Please.”
“What do you need, gorgeous? You wanna come?”
She moaned an answer, thrashing her head from side to side.
I loved seeing her come undone, so fucking lost in the moment that it overwhelmed and controlled her. I pistoned my hips and found her sweet spot, hitting it as she came.
This woman shouted my name like I was a god, and she was worshipping me. She nearly sang out her orgasm, lost to the sensations in her body as I pumped a few more times.
I shuddered as I filled her, thrusting hard until I was spent. When I began to withdraw, I saw my cum leaking out, and I scooped it up, pushed it back in, and used my cock to bury it deeper. I didn’t want any of it outside of her body.
In my mind, I claimed her.
Lainey was mine. And I would make damn sure she knew it.