Chapter 8 Killian
EIGHT
KILLIAN
For three months, I’d avoided late nights at the club.
Or at least, that’s how I made it seem. If Laura were there, I’d make it seem like I was taking off with a girl, or otherwise acting engaged with someone. She was always around, sipping a beer, smiling and chatting with Natty, Red and the various Sweetbutts around.
How she made friends so easily I had no idea.
Couldn’t they all see her for the threat she was? She was more gorgeous than any girl in this club and had more of a chance at getting patched in by a member. I kept expecting a Sweetbutt to fight with her, or get catty, but they never did. Laura was sweet, considerate and never flirted.
Well, with the exception of Kip.
She flirted with him, and I noticed every small smile she offered him freely, every touch on his arm, and every single hungry expression he had for her.
He wasn’t the only one either. Laura had a fan club, and she didn’t even know it.
Which was why I tried to make my presence here scarce, but that was going to have to change with me becoming president.
They’d expect me here, so I was going to have to get over her and my little issues with being around her. Tonight was my first attempt.
The image of her riding my thigh, asking me to tell her what I wished for was stuck on repeat in my head. The way she’d licked her lips and that tiny bit of cum had dripped down. Fuck, I wanted to be around her, especially to ensure she wasn’t around other members.
Except, she didn’t seem to be present. I watched for a few hours, letting it go, but now I was starting to get restless.
My presence by the bar and near Red was probably exhausting to all the members crowding in, trying to get a drink, but I wanted a chance to look in the kitchen.
No Laura.
I made an excuse to head out back, but she wasn’t there either. I didn’t want to look inside the apartment. I hadn’t set foot inside it for three months, and I had a fear that being inside with her would thrust me back to where I was when she first arrived.
Obsessed and addicted.
She was probably in there, in bed, reading or asleep. She had an actual day of work, so she was probably tired. Was I an asshole for wanting her to face me and talk about last night?
Grabbing another beer, hoping this one would at least create a buzz, I was about to head back into the central part of the club when I saw Kip stand up from the sunken leather couch he and his friends were settled in. He swayed as he stared down at his phone.
“She finally lettin’ you between those fine legs?” Royce, his best friend, joked loudly.
Kip leaned to the side, still holding his beer.
“Fuck I hope so. She’s been playing the long game with me, but she just texted that she needs a ride. So—” He tipped his head back, finishing off his beer.
“Knight in fucking shining armor.” Royce laughed, while Kip took a bow.
That was enough of that. I approached the group, patting Kip on the back, even though I really wanted to wrap my hand around his fucking neck.
“Let me see that.” I grabbed his phone, and the screen was still lit up with her text.
She sent a pin with her location, and I forwarded it to my phone.
“I’ll get her.” I shut down the irritation over the fact that she hadn’t asked me to begin with.
“Prez, it’s not necessary,” Kip argued, taking his phone back.
Pushing him back into the couch where Royce was already sitting, I pulled my own cell out. “You’re drunk. So, yeah, it’s fucking necessary.”
Without another glance back, I headed out through the front door and hesitated.
I could grab her with my bike but that would mean she couldn’t tell me why she was in town to begin with, and I needed to know what the hell she was up to.
It was nearly midnight, and I made myself pretty clear about her not leaving the club, so I knew she wasn’t trying to apartment hunt. So what was she doing?
Letting out a heavy sigh, I turned for the garage, pulling my keys from the reserved spot on the wall.
Minutes later, I was hauling down the road, heading toward her location.
The dashboard said it was nearly thirty degrees out, which with the wind chill and fog was practically freezing.
We didn’t normally get harsh winters here, but every now and then the season would throw us a curveball.
I flipped the temperature gauge up and pressed the heated seat button for the passenger side.
Within five miles, I was approaching her location. I began to slow down and then hit my blinker, turning onto a residential street. What the hell was she doing here?
Seeing her standing out on the curb, I pulled up directly next to her and idled the truck.
Her eyes snapped down to her phone while she took a step back, which had me shoving my door open and getting out.
“What the fuck are you doing out here alone?” I asked, rounding the hood. I searched the street, my nerves suddenly raw as I had to picture her just standing here, waiting for fucking Kip.
Her blue eyes locked onto mine; it wasn’t fear but something else reflected back in them. Hesitancy or nerves.
She narrowed her focus on the phone again. “Kip’s coming.”
“Kip is drunk as shit.” I opened her door and held it for her.
Her shoulder sagged, but it got her moving. I didn’t wait for her to ask for help, my hand went to her ass on its own, lifting her into the truck before she could turn me away. “Hey—”
I slammed the door on whatever she was about to say and stretched my hand out.
Touching her ass was absolutely one way of sliding back into obsession territory.
Once I was back in the truck, I took off, not even checking to see if she was buckled. I needed to get back to the club, and get her out of my truck, and out of my space.
The silence began to stretch, the radio was playing something moody and slightly perfect. Then it began to snow.
Laura gasped. I caught how she leaned closer in her seat, trying to see out the windshield.
“When’s the last time you saw snow?”
She looked over at me with a small smile. “The better question is, when is the last time I saw it in Rose Ridge? That would be right now. Every place is different when it snows, and that very first one is always special.”
I tried to hide my smile at her excitement.
“Why were you in that neighborhood at almost eleven at night?”
She shrugged. “No reason.”
That fire she always seemed to have was burning again under my skin, and I hated how much I liked it.
“There had to be some reason?”
With a tiny tug at the hem of her jacket, she finally released a sigh.
“There’s a bar I like to go to from time to time. Red dropped me earlier, but she already went home.”
I looked over at her then refocused on the road. “And how do you normally get home?”
My stomach twisted, waiting for her to say that Kip was the one who picked her up. If they had a weekly routine where he’d come and get her, fuck I’d probably end up breaking his legs or something.
“I walk.”
That made me laugh.
Her head swung over as I did. “I do.”
“All the way back to the club?”
She better fucking no—
“Yeah, all the way back.”
“Even in the dark?” I don’t know why I asked that; it was a stupid, very obvious question.
She smirked, facing the windshield again. “In the dark.”
“Why ask for a ride tonight then?”
Her fingers spread out over her thighs as she continued to watch the snow.
“Something happen?”
We were nearly to the club, and I knew I was running out of time.
Her smile only tilted the corner of her lips as she gestured toward the windshield. “Well for starters, it’s snowing…and really freaking cold outside.”
Right. Shit, why was I being so basic tonight? I flicked the blinker and slowed the truck. “And you called Kip to get you?”
“Who else would I call?”
I nearly flinched at her tone because she was right. Red was already home with Brooks, Callie was home with Wes, and I…well, I hadn’t ever been an option.
But I was last night.
Pulling in front of the apartment, I said, “I’d want you to call me. If you ever need a ride again—”
She pulled on the handle for her door and pushed. “I’ll call Kip.”
Fuck.
I was out and rounding the truck with her.
“So you don’t mind that he’s here, drunk and that he was about to drive to come get you.”
She spun around on the porch, her key to the apartment out and in her hand.
“Of course, I care, but you’re insinuating he’ll be drunk every time.”
“I’m insinuating that you’re leading him on. Unless you want him to give you a property patch?”
Her eyes searched mine, until she finally stepped closer. Her nose was nearly at my chin.
“What if I do? He’s nice, treats me well, and a few of the Sweetbutts have talked, said he has an impressive dick.”
My vision went red, and there was an odd sound filling my ears.
“You’re fucking serious? He’s who you want?”
“No!” she answered too quickly, and it made my gaze latch on to hers.
With a much softer tone, I stepped closer. Our bodies were nearly flush.
“Then what?”
She waited there, sharing the same frosted breath as me. The snow was still lightly falling, and I swear her glare drifted to my lips.
“Then nothing, Killian. You made sure there would always be absolutely nothing.”
With that, she turned again, and this time, I let her unlock the door. I should allow her to slip away…I should be the gentleman she talked of…I just wasn’t.
My hand shot out, stopping the door right as it was about to close.
She made a sound as I pushed, letting myself inside. Then I shut it, locked it and pushed her up against it by sliding my knee between her legs.
“Kil—”
I put my hand gently over her mouth.
“You really don’t remember last night? Nothing you did…nothing you wanted?”
Her eyes searched mine; her nose flared as she breathed.
“You wanted to touch me, Daisy. You begged to touch me. Begged me to come on your tongue, and then when I did, you licked it all up, every fucking drop like it was the best thing you ever tasted.”
She shook her head, slamming her eyes closed.
“You did. Now, I didn’t lay a finger on you because you were drunk. But you’re sober now, and I have this strange need to remind you what I’m capable of.”
Her hot breath fanned my fingers, but her body began to relax. So much so, the apex of her thighs rested against my knee cap.
“That’s it. You want a repeat of last night, where you fuck my thigh?”
She didn’t shake her head or nod. She merely breathed and watched me. The apartment was illuminated only by a small light on under the microwave, but it offered enough light for me to do what I needed to.
“I’m going to fuck you with my hand, Daisy. If you want me to stop, you need to shake your head or use your arms to push me away.”
I watched as her blue eyes heatedly searched my face, and tendrils of gold kissed her cheek.
But she didn’t make a move to stop me.
Exhilaration barreled into me.
Removing my hand from her mouth, I flicked open the button to her jeans and then didn’t give her a chance to say anything before spinning her around and pushing her chest up against the door. Her profile met me as her cheek was pressed against the wood.
“Stay right there, Daisy.”
Digging my fingers into the waistband of her jeans, I swiftly pulled them down to just below her ass. She wore another thong, this time it was dark purple, and the way it slid through the crack of her perfect ass was nearly my undoing.
I gathered her wrists behind her back with one hand, and the other I skimmed down the purple fabric until I was dipping into her pussy.
“Are you just walking around perpetually wet, Daisy?”
She didn’t respond, just remained against the door, heavily breathing. But her lips parted when I pried open her pussy with another digit.
“You’re sucking me right in. So greedy.”
She made an agonized sound when I added a third finger and tried to adjust her stance so her legs slid farther apart.
“Need me to fuck you with these fingers?”
Again, no answer. Which prompted me to pull my fingers out.
“I’m going to need you to reply, but if you can’t then you might as well choke on the taste of your body telling me yes.” I shoved my soaked fingers between her pillow soft lips until they were nearly touching the back of her throat, making her gag.
“Suck, Daisy.”
Her eyes locked with mine in determination, but she didn’t suck.
“Fine.” I pulled them out, then shoved them back into her pussy and began to fuck her with them. I rubbed her clit in slow circles that had her sliding back in search of friction. I released her wrists in favor of pulling the string of her thong up, while keeping three fingers buried in her cunt.
“Fuck my hand, Daisy.”
With a gasp, she rocked her hips back and forth. My fingers shifted to rub only her clit, and I had her writhing. The sound of her arousal and my fingers moving over her sex filled the room, then came her heavy breathing.
“I’m almost there,” she panted, and I moved my fingers faster over her until her head tipped back, her spine arched and her palms found the surface of the door.
Pushing her hips back, it was a fucking sight to see with my hand pulling her thong, her jeans around her thighs, and her perfectly round ass pushing against my arm as my hand was buried inside her pussy.
I could feel her tightening around my fingers, as her breathing came out in tiny bursts.
Then she ruptured.
“Killiannnnnn.” She moaned, slowing her hips as she found her release.
I stood there, milking the orgasm out of her, every last ounce of pleasure she might find by moving my fingers inside her, feeling her release coat every single one of my fingers.
Once she sagged against the door, I pulled my fingers free and spun her around.
Then licked every single finger clean.
“You call me if you need a ride. Not Kip.”
Pink lips parted again as she tried to lock on to my words, but before she could respond, I opened the door and walked past her.
She was right. I did make sure nothing would ever happen between us, and while I couldn’t risk any emotions getting in the way, she wouldn’t be riding with Kip again.