Chapter 27
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
WES
We finally pulled into the club, and Lindy and I got off the bike. As she handed me the lid, our gazes met in the gleam of the harsh overhead lamps in the yard.
We had achieved phase one and two of the plan: Make them believe we were together and return to the club early. Next up: Confirm they know we should definitely not be disturbed and then put our alarms on and get a few hours of sleep.
I checked my watch. 10pm. In five hours we’d be off. Slinging my arm around her shoulders, I gave her a quick kiss as we entered the clubhouse.
Dready grabbed a bottle of beer from the bar. “You guys want one?”
“Nah. We got some edibles to enjoy tonight,” I lied, licking my bottom lip as I gave Lindy the look . My I’m-gonna-fuck-you-like-a-wild-monkey-all-night-long look.
A small giggle spilled from her lips. Good girl. “Who needs booze? Not us.” Her voice came out seductive and sly, and it made my dick pulse in my jeans. I only chuckled.
Lindy reached up and planted a kiss on my mouth, her fingers curling into my shirt, pulling me close as she sighed loudly. I let out a groan for effect, my hands squeezing her ass. “Let’s grab some snacks for later.”
“Good idea.” Lindy moved past Dready behind the bar and grabbed bags of pretzels and potato chips.
I leaned on the bar. “Babe, there’s chocolate pudding by the cola. Grab a couple, huh?”
“Oooo, yummmm….” Lindy flashed me a grin as she opened the bar fridge and took two pudding cups.
“Have a good night, you wild kids.” Dready let out a laugh as he headed across the lounge toward the offices. The prospects eyed us as they flopped on the sofa in front of the television.
Lindy rounded the bar, and I grabbed her arm and reeled her in. I kissed her so the prospects would see and hear. Dropping the snacks on the floor, she let out a loud laugh followed by moans as I deepened the kiss.
“Let’s go, baby.” I smacked her ass.
We grabbed the food from the floor, and she laughed loudly as I chased her down the hall to her room.
Once inside, I locked the door behind us, and dumped the food on the dresser. Lindy toed off her boots. “They bought it, huh?”
“They bought it.” I took off my jacket and hung it on the back of the chair. “We’ve got a few hours yet.” I pulled off my boots. “I already set my alarm. Set yours too just in case. We should get some rest so that?—”
“I don’t want to.”
“Don’t want to what?” I said carefully in the dark.
“Get some rest.”
My heart thudded in my chest. “What do you want, Lind?” My rough whisper seemed to make her breathe heavier.
She lunged at me, her tongue plundering my mouth. Demanding, searching. Fucking hungry.
Jesus.
“Lindy—” I peeled myself away from her. “We don’t have to?—”
Her fingers dug into my waist. “I want to.”
I smoothed back the hair from her face. “What is it you want exactly?”
“I want you.”
My head tilted. This was what I’d been waiting to hear, and yet…
She kissed me again, pulled back, kissed me again. I didn’t move a muscle. She did all the work, all the exploring. Her hands spread over my chest and yanked up the ends of my dress shirt from inside my trousers. Her fingers fumbled at my belt. A hand cupped my hard erection over my trousers and squeezed.
Gritting my teeth, I grabbed her wrists, stopping her. “I can’t do this. Not like this.”
Her body stiffened, and her eyes widened. “Why not? You don’t want?—”
“We got the room, we set up the scenario, might as well?”
“No! It’s not that.” Her lips trembled. She seemed to shrink. “You don’t want…”
“Oh, Lind…” I let out a deep groan as my forehead slid against hers. “I want you so fucking bad, so bad it hurts. But I can’t pretend with you, or play a game with you. And I don’t want to. I’ve been a master pretender with women ever since I can remember.” My hands slid up her silky arms, and she shivered. I grabbed her hand and put it on my heaving chest, over my scars, over my heart. “You feel that? That’s me wanting you, Lind. I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before.”
I took in a breath and kept going. “I want to be clear and straight with you on this because I fucking hate mixed signals and misinterpretations, like yesterday. Hell yeah, I want to have sex with you, but because I want us to go that next level. I want us to be together for real and in all the ways. I don’t want us to do this because we never did or because we’re both here and horny.”
I cradled her face. “Being inside you, coming inside you, would be that next level for me, not just getting off. You want to go there with me? Really be with me? ‘Cause that’s the only way you’re getting my cock. I know I did you dirty, and I deserved every slap you’ve given me since that day and more. Things are different now. And I’m telling you, I want you in my life, and if we do this, it’s a step on that road, in that direction. It’s the fucking door opening.”
Her lips parted, and her eyes widened. Speechless.
“Lind, I’m asking you again, what do you want?”
“I-I want you.”
“That just your pussy talking?”
Her chest expanded. “All of me wants all of you.” Her voice was clear and firm. “And I want you to know that I’m grateful you’ve been there for me since I got here.”
“I don’t want your gratitude.”
“But I am grateful for you in my life, and you need to hear it. You being here for me at the Jacks, taking me to the Dip tonight, means everything to me. Everything.” Her fingers dug into my sides. “I don’t know what we’ll find over there, but I know deep in my bones, that right this second, I want to stop time and go to that next level with you. I want us to open that door and go through it together.” She swallowed hard. “I want you, Wes. I want you in my life. I want to be with you for real.”
My heart banged out of my chest, and I snatched her up in my arms. We held each other— held each other . I brought her to the bed and took off her blouse. Her back arched, her body writhing on the mattress, hips twisting as I stroked her beautiful tits. I peeled back the lace cups of her bra and sucked on a nipple. Pure fucking heaven.
She wrapped her legs around my hips. “I want to feel you, Wes. I want to feel you everywhere. On me, in me…”
“You will, Lind.” I unbuckled her big leather belt and peeled those tight jeans off her legs, tossing them to the floor.
She freed her hair from the scarf that bound it, and it tumbled in waves over the pillow. “Fill me up. Make me forget all the?—”
I cuffed her wrists, her face inches from mine. “I’m not going to fuck you for the first time because you need to forget something, no matter how shitty things have been. I’m going to fuck you because you want me so damn bad you’re going to cry and explode if you don’t have my cock pounding you. And you’re going to remember it for fucking ever. You feeling me?”
Her eyes widened, her lips fell open. “Oh my God.”
“What?” I grit out.
Her tits arched closer to my chest. “My hot alpha rough guy.” Her pelvis ground against mine. “Kiss me.”
“No.”
“What do you mean, no?”
“I’m gonna make you come first. Then, maybe, I’ll let you kiss me.”
She let out a loud whimper, her head falling back. “Hot alpha rough guy fury… I’m coming already…”
“Don’t you dare.” I tore her panties off her legs. “Want you coming on my mouth.” A caveman impulse had me in its grip, her scent filling me like I was a wolf in hot pursuit of its prey. Gripping her thighs, I sank my face in her pussy in one quick, rough stroke, and she yelped loudly. So wet for me.
Digging her hands in my hair, Lindy lifted her hips against my face. She moaned and cried out. “Wes…oh, Wes!” She came.
I gripped her body tightly, my lips sucking, tongue swirling from her throbbing clit down to her ass, exploring every delicate wet inch of flesh. “Up,” I ordered as I lifted her on all fours and bit her ass cheek. She cried out sharply, her arms wobbling as I slid two fingers into her pussy. “Do not move.” I brought her pussy over my face, that Hell No tattoo daring me.
The tip of my tongue lashed her wet slit, and she gasped. “Ride me.” She sank over my mouth, and I ate her, her hands gripping the headboard as she ground over me. Moaning in short, sharp cries, her body trembling, the bed screeching, she came again, and I lapped at her, my fingers gripping her thighs.
“Wes…”
“Keep it going…” I pinched and stroked and licked and squeezed. I smacked her damp inner thigh over that tattoo. Fucking hell yes . She was all mine to make scream, to beg, to come, to fuck. My fingers squeezed her swollen nub, pressing it.
“Oh my God!” Her body quivered in my grip.
“No, baby, you say my name.” My fingers churned and slid. “Say it while you come for me.”
Her jaw slackened as her body tightened around me. “Wes…Wes…WES!” She came again, and that throb kept pulsing through me. Her body slumped, and I flipped her over on the mattress.
Her eyes blinked up at me as I ripped off my clothes. Opening the drawer of the small night table, I grabbed the strip of condoms that I knew would be there, and ripped one open with my teeth. Her breathing picked up as she watched me fit it over my aching stiff dick already dripping at the tip.
I leaned over her and brushed her lips with mine as I spread her one leg with my knee and brought my aching cock to her slick opening, her fingernails raking my skin.
“Ah, Lindy, baby, finally…” I entered her, sliding inside slowly. Sleek and tight. She adjusted herself, tilting, making all sorts of innocent, illicit sounds, and moans. Her fingernails dug into my back as I thrust deeper. My body tightened. “Lind?”
“Keep going,” her voice bit out in the dark.
I stopped moving.
“Wes! Keep going!”
“Lindy.” I pulled out of her. “Have you ever?—”
“Wes…”
“Tell me the truth.”
She took in a breath. “This is my first time.”
My brain exploded. “Lind?”
Her warm hands cupped my face. “Please keep going.”
“But…Why? How?” I sat back on my haunches. “When we were together, you always wanted to. In fact, you insisted before I’d even had the chance to bring it up.”
“Because I wanted you . And after, no one else came close. I tried, a couple of times, but I couldn’t go through with it. You were it for me, Wes. Even when I hated you, it was always you. Only you.”
My heart twisted painfully in my chest. Gently, I brushed her lips with mine. A sadness overwhelmed me with a new thought as I stroked her cheek. “You sure it was me, or were you punishing yourself all those years for having believed in me? I know you, Lind.”
“Wes,” she gritted out.
“Tell me. Tell me right now with my dick at your door. Doesn’t get any more honest than this.”
Her hands swept down my damp chest. “After you, I didn’t want to be anyone’s toy ever again, but I didn’t want to settle either. Or just do it to do it. After my mom died, all those heavy dark emotions cemented together inside me. No matter how much I willed myself to keep hating you, no matter how much I clawed at my heart to get you out, it was always yours.”
My vision blurred as a wave of heat washed through me, blood rushing through my veins. Every cell in my being ignited, ignited for this girl. My girl. I kissed her, tasting salty wet over her lips on her hot face. “I’m going to make you mine, baby. All mine.”
“Make me yours, Wes. Make me yours…” Her voice ached in the dark as she pulled me back down on top of her.
My tongue lashed at her lips, trailed down her throat as she opened her legs for me. Her one leg wrapped around my hip as I got my dick at her entrance. I took her hand in mine and brought it to my cock. “Feel me go in you.” She let out a cry as her fingers brushed my cock at her slit.
Rocking my hips, I thrust slowly, my cock burrowing inside her. I met the barrier again, but this time, kept moving. Kept thrusting. Her head knocked back, a long, low cry left her lips, and I froze. Had I hurt her?
“Yes, oh yes…” Her fingernails dug into my flesh as her pelvis tilted against mine, her other leg bending at my side. “Keep going.”
There was nothing I wanted more than for her first time to be perfect. This was a gift beyond anything. A pure gift. On a quick breath, I rocked deeper, and my cock throbbed enclosed in her tight heat. A blast of light went off in my head, burst in my chest, burst through every muscle as I moved deeper inside her.
We found a gentle rhythm, a sensation unlike any other I’d ever experienced. It built, it grew, we pleaded, demanded. She clung to me, urging me on, taking me in.
Rocketing through me was one thought. Sacred ignited in my soul. Purpose flared through my veins .
A consecration of us.
Brutal truth was the most beautiful thing.
My heart thundered in my chest as we slid and ground against each other, throbbing, searching, exploring. I kept my eyes on her, wanted to watch her, be there with her, for her. “Lindy…” I slid my hand between our sweaty bodies and found her clit and stroked.
Her pelvis moved quicker, urging me on. Her breathing got deeper. “I feel you, Wes. I feel you.” A searing whisper.
My lungs jammed together. “ You’re all I feel, baby.”
Everything I was roared, and I lost all control. I hammered inside her, desperate for more, for more of us. Her body bucked with mine, the bed jerking against the floor. The air in the room was thick with sex, thick with the harsh sound of our ragged breaths and our flesh slapping together, the thud of the headboard banging against the wall.
I squeezed her swollen clit as I kept up the pace. “My pussy.”
She groaned. “My cock,” she said, her voice raw, her gaze never leaving mine, her full tits bouncing with my driving thrusts. Her body suddenly tensed and jerked in my hold, her raw helpless cries filling the small room.
Waves of pleasure slammed into me. “Lind…Lind…”
I slid down her sweaty, luscious body, my tongue padding her clit. Gripping her trembling thighs, I licked at the blood staining her flesh, our blood, staining that Hell No tattoo. All mine. Lapped at her cum, our cum .
The taste of us, of what we’d done, how far we’d come, us together, filled my mouth. Filled my soul. Filled a place in my heart that I’d never known existed.
Holding each other in the quiet darkness, we kissed slowly, our tongues, our lips sealing every promise our bodies had made.
Lindy was mine.
And I…
I belonged to her.