Chapter 15 #2
Drawing a deep breath, then slowly blowing it out, I thought about how to reply.
We weren’t kids anymore. I wasn’t a smitten twenty-year-old girl.
Even though my stomach twisted into knots, I owed it to myself to speak my mind.
I’d lost him once and lived through it. If he decided I was too much, better to know now than later.
And if he gave a shitty response, I’d hopefully have the strength to walk away.
“It’s weird that you live here with a bunch of women you may or may not have slept with. If I stay here in Georgia, I don’t think I can accept you living here.”
His muscles relaxed as he blew out a heavy sigh.
He took slow steps toward me, and when he was just inches away, his palm cupped my face.
“Sparrow, if I’m here, you’re here. But if you don’t want to live at the clubhouse, we’ll find another place.
Not all the brothers live here. And you didn’t ask, but I haven’t slept with any of the women here now. ”
“I love how you just assumed we’re living together now,” I said, “and I know it’s crazy to wish you hadn’t had sex all this time, but–”
Both hands cupped my face. “Sparrow, I’m not going to lie to you.
I haven’t slept with any of the women here now.
In the past… well, people get lonely. But I tend to not shit where I eat.
If it makes you feel better, I’ve tormented myself over the years, picturing you with faceless men.
Men I wanted to torture– even kill– imagining them touching your soft skin,” he said as his thumbs swiped over my cheeks.
“Men feeling your lips,” he said as he leaned in, his tongue dragging over my lips.
Before I knew it, I was against the wall.
“Men tasting your sweet cunt,” he growled as one hand slid down my body, over my jeans. “I’ve craved you every day.”
My mind knew we were trying to have a serious conversation, but whatever it was about evaporated as his hand rubbed my pussy over my clothes, his tongue and mouth traveling over my collar and neck. All it took was a few words and I was putty. My clit throbbed and my channel clenched around nothing.
Desperate for some relief, I unbuttoned my pants and started to push them off, working my shoes off as I did. “Then touch me, taste me.”
The next few seconds were a flurry of my clothes being pulled off and tossed aside. But he was still fully clothed as he knelt down, draping one of my legs over his shoulder before his warm mouth found my clit.
Bracing against the wall, I moaned as his tongue dragged through my folds. Thick fingers plunged inside as he sucked my clit. As blood rushed to my core, I struggled to keep my wobbly leg in place, but he threaded his arm under me, bracing me from below.
My palms flattened against the wall, seeking purchase. “Fuck, Rick. I’m gonna fall.”
“No, you’re gonna come.”
His lips closed around my clit as his tongue circled it.
When he gave it a good suck, his fingers dipping in and out, I cried out; my legs shook, a massive orgasm shuddering through my body.
Rumbling sounds came from him as he feasted and sent the release into overdrive.
Everything went black as my pussy clenched over his fingers.
“Rick, ohhh! Rick, fuck me!”
I’d actually meant that last part rhetorically, but as I stopped clenching and panted to catch my breath, his hands grabbed my waist and pulled me down. He flipped me onto my knees.
Barely able to hold myself up, I leaned on my elbows and did my best to keep my ass in the air.
I cried out again as his thick cock filled me from behind. My legs continued to shake as he grabbed my hips, pistoning in and out. The leather of his cut rubbed my ass over and over. If he didn’t have a firm grip on my hips, he’d thrust me straight into his nightstand head first, but I needed more.
“Harder,” I moaned as my fingers struggled to grip the hardwood floor; I did everything I could to hold my head up.
“Rub your clit,” he instructed through ragged breaths.
Steadying my weight to one forearm, I reached down and let my pointer and middle finger open around him, and my palm rubbed over my clit. His slick cock slid through my fingers as he went in and out of me.
He grumbled from behind me, then pulled out. I gasped as his fingers went inside. I was going to protest when I felt warm jets splattering over my ass.
He still fucked me with one hand as the other came around and moved mine out of his way. “Come again for me, baby.”
Able to relax onto both arms again, I leaned into him as he worked me with his hands. My already shaky legs began to quiver as another intense wave flowed through me, squeezing inside. My hips continued to rock my clit against his fingers.
Mewls and pants flew from my mouth as the room closed in on me.
My head hit the cool floor, but I couldn’t raise it, and I didn’t care.
Briefly, it seemed as if I was floating.
All I could still feel was his hands on my pussy, his jeans and leather against the back of my thighs and ass.
No floor beneath me. Nothing else around me.
Finally, as the waves stopped crashing through me, my body turned to jelly, but he slowed the fall and laid me down gently.
He straddled my back, brushing my hair to the side before his lips pressed to my neck. “I’ll give you a few minutes, but I’m gonna eat that pussy again before you pass out on me.”
Mumbling, I said, “If even a light breeze hit my clit right now, I may jump out of my skin.”
He chuckled from behind me, then climbed off before he smacked his palm over my bare ass. He wiped something over my cheek to clean me up, but I was too lazy to look back to see what it was. Then he dropped another firm smack over the spot he’d wiped.
I squealed but couldn’t move. “I feel like you’re trying to distract me.”
He lifted me from the floor and pulled me sideways onto his lap. Thank God he didn’t try to make me straddle him because seriously, my whole lower area needed a warm blanket and a rest.
“I think you distracted me, Sparrow,” he said, cupping my breast with one hand. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. When I told you I’d do whatever necessary to keep you, I meant it. But hopefully you’re okay with staying here until we find a place.”
Even though my nipple was sensitive, like every other nerve ending in my body, I didn’t move away from his hand.
The touch was just light enough that it didn’t send me into a spiral, and even though I couldn’t handle anything else right now, I wanted his hands on my skin.
“So again, you just decided we’re going to live together?
” I asked as I stared into his dark eyes.
“I don’t want to spend any more time apart from you. I’m not saying it’ll always be easy, but I’ll work every day to make it worth it.”
“I have to stop letting you get me off track with your dick because I fear you default to that when we are arguing.”
His brow furrowed and his hand stopped circling over my breast. “We weren’t arguing before. We were having a conversation.”
The devilish charm and self-assurance was part of why I fell so hard for him before. “Well, let’s just put this all out on the table now.” I pulled away from him, standing in all my naked glory. “You need to be undressed, though. This doesn’t seem fair.”
He stood, pulling his cut off, and hung it on a hook near the door. Taking his shirt off, he said, “I don’t mind stripping for you, but just so you know, I feel like you being naked gives you the upper hand in negotiations.”
Hands on my hips, I said, “Fair is fair. Now lose it all.”
He certainly was a glorious sight. Hard lines, perfectly round muscles, thick thighs, a tight, round ass you could bounce a quarter off of, and that beast between his legs, just wow.
“May I sit?” he asked as I inspected him, my eyes going back to the sparrow on his chest over and over.
“You stand. In fact, go to the other side of the bed and stand.” Maybe my idea of nakey chatting wasn’t such a solid plan. He was incredibly distracting.
He walked around the other side of the bed, then leaned against the wall like he was posing for a cigarette commercial in the nineties. Yep. My idea was shit. But I deserved the eye candy, dammit.
“Okay. You had relationships, I had relationships. You got your little macho aggression out just now, so let’s agree to not talk about those relationships going forward. Agreed?”
“Agreed. But I never had a relationship. Just a few one night stands to take the edge off.”
A part of me enjoyed that he hadn’t been truly with anyone else, even though the idea of him being with someone else sent a small pang to my chest. But I wasn’t going to tell him the same for me. He was the one who left. I didn’t have to provide him comfort for that.
“Since you’ve decided for me that we will live together, I get a say in where it is, and my name will be on the title or lease.” It was wild how easily those words fell from my lips. Of course this was all crazy. Why did this seem normal? Why did this feel right?
He nodded. “Okay.”
“And I get to decorate how I want.”
“Okay.”
“Wait. Do you want kids? Or a kid?” Since I was just blurting it all out and making demands, now seemed like a good time to get that out of the way.
“I think we’d make pretty babies. But I don’t live a very family-friendly lifestyle.”
“That’s not an answer,” I said as I crossed my arms.
“I’ve imagined having a kid with you. But if you don’t want any, I’d be happy with us.”
Even though having a child with an outlaw wasn’t very smart on paper, his words melted my heart. “You thought of kids with me? When?”
“Back then. All the times I thought of you. The last few days. I used to imagine what it would be like if I hadn’t left. Sometimes it made me want to go find you. But I truly thought I was doing what was best for you.”
“Okay. So, what changed? Why are you now suddenly claiming me?” There’s my brain, fighting to get back in the game.
“Once I saw you in the flesh, even though you were smirking and throwing a drink in my face, I knew I couldn’t live through that again. I won’t let you go again, Sparrow. I can’t.”
“About that,” I said. “You didn’t have the right to decide that. And frankly, it’s offensive you thought I couldn’t be with you and finish school. I’m not some idiot girl who would ruin my life for a good fuck.”
He grinned. “Sorry, you’re right. But I like it when you talk dirty.”
I grabbed a pillow from the bed and tossed it at him. “I’m serious, Rick. I need to know you’ll support me, not try to decide things for me. What you did wasn’t just shitty, it was misogynistic. I can stand on my own. I just didn’t want to.”
He sighed, his arms falling to his side. My eyes followed, catching a glimpse of his cock. Seriously, note to self: heavy discussions clothed in the future.
“I was a dumb boy. I didn’t want to ruin your life,” he said, holding his hands up when my mouth started to open.
“I know I should have just talked to you. But in my little idiot ego-filled brain, I was making the hard decision so you didn’t have to.
But I’m not a boy anymore. I’ll stand with you and by you.
I’ll support you and respect your decisions, as long as they aren’t dangerous. ”
I giggled. “That’s funny coming from you. But I appreciate that.”
“Seriously, Sparrow. It’s your world. I just want to be in it. I love you, Kristie.”
Each time he said that, part of me wanted to shout it back at him. Instead, I smiled, then climbed onto the bed. “Good. I’m getting tired. So, if you meant what you said before, better get to it.”
He stalked to the bed, pushed me to my back as I giggled, then promptly got to work. In a matter of five minutes, I’d planned my future in my birthday suit. And it all felt perfect.