Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
SMOKE
The drive to the clubhouse passes in silence, my heart racing in my chest, trying to beat me to my destination. She fidgets next to me, her hands in her lap, as she twists her fingers, then spins the ring on her finger, sure signs of being nervous or anxious.
What the hell did I do or say to make her feel like this?
My own guilt sits heavy on my chest at the sight of her tonight; she looks beyond stunning. For me to play this off for her protection, I know that I need to bury the guilt and get on with what was asked of me, but also enact my plan to make her fall in love with me, as I know I am halfway there for her.
“Why are we here, I thought you would take me home?” she inquires as I pull through the gates of the club.
“We need to talk, and if I take you back to your place, you can kick me out when you want. Here” —I nod to the club— “I know that I am your only option for leaving.”
“That’s what you think?”
I nod to her, making her grin a grin that would have most men running.
“I have my ways of getting away, Smoke. Bobby-Jay did not raise a quitter or a doormat,” she snaps.
She exits the car before I can reply to her. Fuck. I rush after her, taking her hand and leading her into the clubhouse where a party is in progress, but I want her alone.
“Well, look who has come home to roost,” Crow calls out to us.
I flip my VP off, making everyone laugh; even Taya giggles behind me.
“Do not call on me unless someone is bleeding to death or dead,” I call.
Cheers and whistles fill the air behind us, but I keep us walking toward my room. We pass Fuel’s room, and seeing him fucking a Dreamer from behind, Taya’s feet stagger, making me halt my own.
Fuel winks at her, making her blush like her cheeks are on fire.
“Come in and join, darlin,’” he croons.
“Fuck off, brother. Close the door next time. I have seen enough of your pasty ass to last me a lifetime.”
We walk away, and I keep my girl close as we reach my room. I guide her inside, making sure to lock my door behind me so no fucker can interrupt us.
Taya stands there, looking at me like a chick who belongs on a fashion runway in her tight dress with legs that go all the way up, and tits that look epic behind the material.
“I need you to tell me about the sudden change of attitude at the restaurant.”
Her gaze lands on mine and her stubbornness flashes through her eyes.
“Just me having my girl thoughts as to why you asked me on a date.” She pauses. “I mean, you have already fucked me. Made me come on your fingers, so why go through all the effort of asking me on a date when you have no intention of dating me or seeing if we could be more in the future? It was a waste of my night; you can take me home now.”
I frown at her, forcing down the guilt that is trying to come through and show itself.
“That, right there. What was that look?” She points to my face.
Fuck, not fast enough.
“There was no look, babe, besides me thinking you are way off fucking base. I asked you on a date because I want to date you. If you can’t see that, then I have no idea how to show you.”
She scoffs at my words.
“You literally stated that you did not date and do not want an Ol’ Lady.” Her voice rises, showing how pissed she is getting.
“I did say that, but that was before you.” I run my hand through my hair.
Shit, I am losing her.
Stepping closer, I cup her face in my hands. Her eyes widen as she bites her lip, driving me crazy.
“I want you. We date and see where this thing between us goes.”
Touching my lips to hers, she melts against me. Her hands fist my black dress shirt, which feels fucking strange without my cut over the top.
My mouth devours hers, her tongue dueling with mine inside of her mouth. Blood surges to my cock, which thickens in my pants, screaming to be let free so he can play with her.
My hands drop to the hem of her dress, pulling it up her body and over her head. Her arms go up, helping me out. I pull back, looking at her delectable body, clad only in a black thong and no bra. Her tits are free and ready to be toyed with.
“Damn, I love these.” I cup each breast, feeling the weight, my thumbs rubbing across each tight nipple.
Taya moans, arching her back to show me that she likes what I am doing. Seeing her like this has my soul singing and my cock begging to touch her. Needing to feel her, I help her onto the bed, my hands going to the tiny scrap of material of her thong, pulling it from her body.
Standing to my full height, I look at her, taking my fill of her unadulterated beauty.
“You are wearing too many clothes, Mr. Templar,” she purrs from my bed.
Her legs widen as her fingertips slowly trace her skin from her chest, trailing down her sternum, over her flat stomach, and dipping between her legs.
Smirking at her, I strip out of my shirt, dropping it behind me. Then I undo my belt, gripping it with one hand and pulling it from my pants. Her eyes widen, and her breath hitches.
I have heard Lottie and Harley talk about how women like that shit. Knowing how to please a woman has never been an issue for me but there is nothing at all wrong with learning new shit.
Dropping my pants, kicking off my shoes, and removing my socks, I slip onto the bed. Watching her watch me makes the moment more intimate. My body is buzzing like it never has before; usually I find a chick, fuck and move on but with Taya, I want something more.
Slipping between her thighs, I push them apart more, slapping her hand away as her fingers toy with her clit.
“That is my job, baby.” I blow on her wet cunt, making her shiver. “This is my pussy. Only I get to pleasure it,” I growl.
“Then touch it,” she pants.
Without saying anything, I dive in.
I latch onto her clit, making her cry out my name and arch off the bed. I lay my hand on her stomach, holding her down as I feast on her sweet pussy, licking, sucking, and nipping at her clit and pussy lips, that are pink and puffy for me.
“Oh, Dustin. Yes. More,” she begs.
Looking up her body as I suck on her clit, my cock leaks at the sight of her. Her chest heaves, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
“Say you are mine, Taya. Tell me that you belong to me,” I growl.
She shakes her head, so I double my efforts. Adding two fingers into her dripping pussy, I suck hard. Her hips rise off the bed, and little gasps leave her lips as I drive her closer to climax.
“I want you to come all over my face, baby. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes. More,” she mumbles.
I fingerfuck her hard and fast, her screams fill my room, and no doubt everyone in the clubhouse can hear her cries of pleasure. She comes, flooding my mouth with her cum, pulling a growl from me as her flavor hits my tastebuds.
While she is still panting, I move up her body, laying kisses over her heated skin that is covered in a layer of sweat.
My lips latch onto her neck and I suck hard, which makes her whimper beneath me. Her hands move to my steel cock, drawing a growl out of me from the feel of her touching me.
“Guide me into you, baby,” I say against her skin.
“Condom,” she softly says, her body still feeling the effects of her orgasm.
The word makes me stop; I pull back, looking down at her. With her gaze meeting mine, she gives me a look that says she will not back down from this.
“I want you bare,” I try anyway.
“No. I know your history, Dustin. Unless you get tested and show me the proof that you are clean, you’ll wrap up before you fuck me.”
We say nothing for a short time. I can’t even be pissed at her because she has a point. Even though I have never fucked without a rubber, I will wrap up for her.
“Okay, but we both get tested ASAP,” I inform her, reaching for a condom in my bedside table.
Taya crinkles her nose seeing the boxes of condoms and lube, making me chuckle.
“Baby, they are all new, unopened boxes. I have not fucked anyone since sticking my dick in you,” I admit.
Once the condom is slipped over my cock, I loom over her, kissing her lips like my life depends on it.
“Guide me in, baby,” I command.
Her tiny hand reaches for my cock, and I groan as her firm grip pumps once, twice before she lines me in.
“Hard, Dustin.” She grins at me.
“You got it, babe.”
I push into her, making her sigh, then slide back out so only my tip is inside of her, then I slam home, making her cry out my name.
“Yes,” she cries.
I move up onto my knees, gripping her legs together, and resting them on my shoulder as I fuck her. Fast and hard like she wants. Her tits bounce with every thrust. My hips move at a rapid pace, my breathing harsh and unrelenting as I fuck my woman to orgasm.
“DUSTIN,” she pants. “Yes, I’m close.”
Yeah, she is. I can feel her pussy flutter and gush, soaking my cock and balls with her hot liquid.
Her hands grip at the sheets as she comes, her pussy tightening so fucking hard around my shaft, I come with her from the feeling.
Growling her name as she cries out mine is something I live for.
We both pant in exhaustion, sweat slicking our skin. Pulling from her body is the last thing I want to do, but I need to clean my girl up. Slipping from her body, she winces, and I can’t stop the smile that slides across my face, knowing it was my cock that made her feel that twinge.
Cleaning myself up in my bathroom, I get a fresh cloth to clean Taya. She is still laying in the position I left her in, and I chuckle.
“You okay there?” I ask, swiping the cloth over her swollen, pink cunt.
With her eyes closed but a smile on her lips, she replies, “I think you dicked me dead, Dustin Templar.”
A bubble of laughter breaks free as I climb into bed with her, pulling the sheet over us, and collecting her body close to mine.
“I hope you are not dead; I am not into fucking dead chicks.”
She pinches my side, making me wince.
“Hey.” She giggles. “Sleep, baby, you are going to need your rest.”
We stay silent, darkness taking over, but I hear her speak before I drop off completely.
“Don’t hurt me, Dustin.”