Spinning Out of Control – By KL Hill #4
“ Two. Fucking. Hours. ” I let each word bite, my fangs sinking deeper as I hang up the phone. I will be paying for that shit later, but right now, I can’t find it in myself to care if my own Sergeant at Arms is pissed or not. He’d be doing the same thing if he were in my position.
I lean forward on my bike, gripping the handlebars tightly, the leather of my gloves creaking against them. The sun is setting as I sit parked in the shadows where I can get a perfect view of the back entrance, between the CCTV cameras, ensuring no one can see me.
The parking lot fills up as more employees arrive, with a one-way flow into the club. I sigh because the closer we get to nightfall, the less likely I am to see her coming out. I’m sure she has men pining after her in there, and that thought makes my fucking blood boil.
While I respect her profession, and she’s fantastic at it, I don’t want anyone else’s hands touching her. Not when she’s fucking mine. She’s always been mine; I intend to prove it to her.
I let her slip through my fingers once before, so caught up in my own fucking game that I lost it all.
It took me until then to figure myself out and find her.
I intend to prove to her just how much she means to me, what she’s always meant to me, that the scars on my body don’t come close to the ones on my soul.
Once again, the line at the club starts wrapping around the building, proving to be another busy night, just like all the nights before.
I sit for another fifteen minutes, watching as the body count rises.
My muscles are tense, and I’m wound fucking tight.
I need to leave and blow off some steam before I meet the boss and whoever the fuck else this meeting is with.
Otherwise, I might start some trouble if a motherfucker looks at me wrong.
I should just call it a fucking night. As I shove back my kickstand, the unthinkable happens: Callie walks out of the club's back entrance.
My heart thunders as I watch her walk across the lot. She looks fucking amazing in a red plaid mini skirt, a cropped, black tee, and white sneakers.
Her attention is on her phone, and little does she know that she’s walked right into my trap.
CALLIE
It’s been weeks since Luke came crashing into my life, and he has been consuming my thoughts.
And because of that, I’ve been fully enraged.
So much so that I left a man wholly tied up in a room because he called me “angel,” which triggered me into a spiral.
It was either leave him there for someone else to take care of or kill him.
So, tonight, Tasha insisted I take the night off, clear my head, and try again tomorrow.
She also told me that I needed to get the fuck out of the club because I was going stir-crazy, that they couldn’t risk me killing anyone who wasn’t on their hit list. She promised they would have eyes on me and that I would be safe from harm. I trust her with my fucking life.
So, tonight, I’m treating myself to a manicure and sushi, and taking a chance to breathe some unfiltered air, just like the good old days.
The group chat is going wild with nail options, and it makes me smile to know that I’ve found the family I have always wanted—even if part of me still feels empty.
I don’t bother with my car since the nail salon is only a few blocks away, not to mention parking is a bitch at this time of the day. My phone buzzes in my hand as I step off the curb to cross the street, and just as I get to the other side, I bring it up to my face to read more of the group chat.
My fingers are on the keys when I feel a large hand wrap around my arm and yank me down the alley with another hand clamping over my mouth to smother my scream.
No, no, no . My eyes go wild, and I try to see who has me. The large body at my back presses me into the brick wall, pinning my arms in place. The bricks bite into my skin as panic starts to take over.
“Hello, my little angel,” a deep voice purrs behind me. My mind screams for me to try escaping while my body heats.
Luke.
I knew he would find a way to reach me, and it made me wonder how long he had been camped out outside the club. Waiting . I thought I had waited long enough, but I should have known better. He’s never been one to back down from a challenge, especially when that challenge is related to me.
“Let me go!” I scream against his gloved hand, but the words are quiet muffles, drowned out even more by the music pumping from the club across the street.
I look back, and from my periphery, I see he’s still wearing his helmet, concealing his identity from anyone passing by. We’re cloaked in shadows, making it unlikely for anyone to see us.
His free hand runs down my body, cupping my breast, squeezing it lightly.
I bite back a moan as he continues down across my exposed stomach.
“You thought you could come out here looking so fucking delicious and not have a monster salivating after you?” His voice is deep and amplified in his helmet.
“You thought you could avoid me? Get away that easily?”
No. No, I didn’t.
I never stopped thinking about him and knew he would find me someday.
But never did I think that he would be dragging me down a dark alley and have me pressed up against a brick wall.
He always wanted me to take control in the bedroom, to find my power, but tonight he’s in control. I guess we’re not in a bedroom, are we?
His hand slides over my ass, his leather gloves smooth against my skin, and pushes up my skirt. His finger hooks under the lacey strap of my thong, pulling it taut before ripping it off. I gasp from the bite of pain. His chuckle drowns out my whimper, the sound echoing inside his helmet.
His gloved hand slides between my legs and cups my pussy. “ Mine ,” he growls, the word pulsing through me right to my core.
Whirling me away from the wall, he practically lifts me off the ground, planting me right in front of his bike.
He keeps his grip on me as heat swirls in my lower abdomen.
His other hand slides off my mouth and down to my hip.
Shock grips my throat, making it impossible to scream.
“Hands on the seat.” His words are smooth, but the edge of each one bites into me.
I fall into his command, digging my nails into the soft leather.
The bike is massive, just like Luke, making me feel small for the first time in a long time.
He kicks my ankles out, prompting me to widen my stance and open myself up even more for him.
The electric current between us has my skin prickling and my pussy pulsing.
I want this more than I would ever admit. I want him .
“Luke,” I breathe, his name fresh air in my lungs.
He grips my hips harder, holding me in place. “Say it again,” he commands.
“Luke.” His name is as sweet as ever as it rolls off my tongue. Like a secret, one I’ve been keeping and dying to tell.
“Callie, I’m going to fuck you like I’ve never fucked you before,” he says as I hear the metal clink of his belt unfastening. His gloved hand slaps my ass, the leather stinging against my skin. My hips buck, and I let out a moan. “Goddamn, angel, you’re soaked. So fucking wet for me.”
He pushes his cock between my folds, and his hard, thick length rubs against my throbbing clit. I could come just from that. My nails dig into the seat as another moan leaves my lips. “ Luke , please .”
“Beg, baby. Beg for me.” His voice is rough as his fingers dig into my skin. “I want to know that you want this.” He slides his length back and forth through my slit. “That you still want me .”
I hold my breath because I shouldn’t be here, pressed against his bike seat as he holds me in place. I shouldn’t be this turned on or ready for the man who broke my heart to fuck me in a dark alley.
But as reality comes crashing down on me, so does the pleasure building between my legs, the need for him to be inside me. To fill the empty void that’s plagued me since I walked away.
We’ve both grown and changed in the last three years, and maybe, just maybe, this is his way of showing me that he’s finally putting me first.
That he’s fucking me, owning me, claiming me, and not giving a shit about the Brotherhood. “Fuck me, Luke. Please , fuck me.”
He doesn’t waste any time as he lines the head of his cock to my entrance and slams into me, making me feel so fucking alive.
LUKE
Her pussy feels like heaven as I glide in and out. Her whimpers and moans take me higher. The way my name sounds on her tongue already has my balls tightening, ready for release.
But not yet. Not. Fucking. Yet.
I want to draw this out as long as I can, because even though she gave her consent, there’s a dark thought that she’ll run away the first chance she gets. That she’ll shut me out for good this time.
And even though I love to chase, I can’t let that fucking happen.
She feels so fucking good, just like I remember. Fitting me like a glove, like she’s fucking made for me. “Touch yourself,” I breathe through my helmet, slowing my rhythm. She whimpers, but I watch as her hand leaves the seat and snakes to her clit.
Her back arches, her long, brown hair falling over her shoulders as her breathing quickens. Her pussy clenches around my throbbing cock. She’s already so close. “Come for me, baby. Say my name when you do. Scream it. ”
I don’t care who fucking hears us, who catches us in the act. Let them watch as I remind her, and the world, that she’s the only one for me. That she’s still fucking mine .
Her fingers curl into the seat. “I’m going to come,” she breathes, her voice almost guttural as her back arches. “Luke!” she screams out just as she comes all over my cock, her inner walls squeezing me.
I let her come down from her orgasm, her hips grinding back onto me as I pick up the pace. I slam into her. “Who do you belong to?” I ask between thrusts. “Who have you always belonged to?”