Chapter Seven
Trident
When I stirred awake about twenty minutes later, it was to find my arms still full of a sleeping woman. The fact she hadn’t tried to sneak off on me, that she’d shared something so personal, made herself vulnerable to me before we’d fallen asleep, gave me hope I was getting somewhere with her. With a quiet sigh, she squirmed against me and my cock—which was already rock hard—began to throb with need.
Rolling us over, caging her beneath me, I kissed my way along her jawline until I was close to her ear.
“Time to wake up, Ula’ula M?’ī .”
Reaching up, she wrapped an arm around my neck, pulling me in as she rolled us to the side.
“Not yet. It’s not.” Her voice was adorably slurred with her half asleep.
Trying not to laugh, I pulled her hand from my neck and pressed a kiss to the center of her palm before nipping each of her fingertips.
“C’mon, babe. Got plans I need you awake for.”
She pulled her hand out of my grip and tucked it under her cheek.
“Hmm, but wanna sleep, T.”
Chuckling at how stubborn my girl was, I grabbed her hip and turned her toward me so I could give her jean clad butt a playful smack. With a squeal she rolled back onto her side to glare at me as she gave my chest a shove with a fist.
“What the fuck, Trident? Did you seriously just spank me?”
I tapped her nose with my forefinger.
“Damn straight I did. And I’ll do it again if you don’t start doing what you’re told. You left me hanging last weekend. Woke up with morning wood and no one to take care of it. I ain’t having that happen again. And since I got no clue how long your girls are gonna give us, I’m done wasting time.”
She stilled, mouth open as she blinked at me for a few seconds before her gaze narrowed and my heart rate ticked up. Fucking loved riling my woman up. She was hotter than hell when she got going.
“I left you hanging… You know you can take care of your dick all by yourself, yeah? Not my fault you didn’t rub one out before you took off home.”
The mouth on this chick.
“Trust me, I tried that. Turns out after my cock got a taste of you, my palm just wasn’t gonna cut it. So, you gonna strip yourself or do I need to do it for you? Although, I can’t guarantee your clothes will survive if I do it.”
She sputtered and cursed before she rolled over and stood beside the bed and pointed back at me.
“You’re an arse! Telling me to strip after spanking my butt does not count as foreplay. For fuck’s sake.” She shook her head, anger putting fire in her gaze that shouldn’t turn me on more, but it so fucking did. “I’m done with this bullshit. And with you. Go find some other chick to stalk. I’m going back down to my friends.”
Oh hell no was she leaving. Not this room and not me. No fucking way.
Springing up from the bed I rushed over and caught her before she could get more than a few steps. Slinging her over my shoulder, I returned to the bed and tossed her onto the mattress. With a squeal of outrage, she shoved her hair out of her face. I started speaking before she could.
“We had this trouble last weekend too. Seems you have a real issue when it comes to following directions. That ain’t gonna fly, babe. Don’t mind if you’re doin’ it to fire me up, but I get the feeling you’re playing some sort of alpha game that you ain’t gonna win, babe. And if you try to pull this in front of the brothers, that little tap I gave you earlier is nothing on what I’ll be forced to do. Club rules, Jacie. Disrespect ain’t taken lightly. And punishment would be public.”
In the bedroom, if she wanted to play that way every now and then, that was more than fine with me. I’d always push back, prove to her I was strong enough to be everything she needed her man to be. Then I’d have her screaming in pleasure until she forgot about anything else but the orgasms I could give her. But I wasn’t gonna tolerate her refusing to do every single fucking thing I asked of her. Especially not when we weren’t alone.
She shook her head, and I swear tears glossed her eyes for just a moment, along with a flash of fear, maybe vulnerability, before her lips pressed into a firm line and the fire of her temper took over, pushing all her other emotions aside.
After sitting up, she moved to kneel, then shuffled over until she was close enough she could shove at my chest with both her palms. Anticipating she’d do just that, I’d braced myself so I barely moved which just ignited her fury all the more.
“If that’s what you need, then why the fuck do you want me? Clearly, I’m not nearly submissive enough for you. And I won’t change. I will never be some little ‘yes’ woman. Why don’t you just cut bait and run, yeah? Find some chick who’s happy to let you mold her into whatever the fuck you want to.”
Running a hand over my beard, I gave it a tug. Taking a minute to think before I responded to her. That earlier flash of emotions, before her rage took over, had shocked me. These games she was playing were more serious than I first thought they were. She’d mentioned earlier how not many people stuck by her. But I thought we’d dealt with that. Was she really so scared of being rejected, of her having her heart broken, that she’d push me away rather than giving us a chance to be more? While we hadn’t exactly talked kids and white picket fences, I’d figured she was the type to want those things. Especially given the way she adored her niece.
I wanted to growl in frustration. Because I couldn’t make sense of what was running through her head, I wasn’t sure what to do to fix it. Also knew from the stubborn angle of her jaw, she wasn’t currently in the mood to delve into her psyche. The only way forward I could see was to just keep reassuring her.
“Don’t get me wrong, Jacie. I don’t mind being challenged, or playing games when we’re in private. Fucking love that you’re brave enough to hold your ground with me, not afraid to show me how strong that spine of yours is. Having a little yes woman who’d never fucking protest anything I said or did holds zero appeal. A strong, fiery woman who is perfectly capable and happy to be Miss Independent, but chooses to stand beside me and let me support her? Who is not afraid to call me on my shit? Now that holds a fuck of a lot of appeal. All I need from you right now is for you to tell me you’ll be mine, exclusively mine, and we can move this on to the part we’ve both been looking forward to.”
She shook her head, frowning, confusion clouding her eyes. Did she honestly not understand how much of a fucking treasure she was? How any man with more than half a brain would want her for his old lady? The mother of his kids. Would be willing to kill or die to keep her safe.
With her hands on her hips, she looked down and rolled her lips in, obviously thinking her answer through. Nerves had me wanting to twitch, but I held the sensation off. Who knew all those years with the USMC would help me hold strong in the face of my woman?
After taking a deep inhale she lifted her gaze to mine and licked her lips. Clenching my jaw, I held my damn breath as I waited for her answer. I honestly didn’t know what she was gonna say. She was just as likely to tell me to fuck off as she was to say she was mine. Maybe I shouldn’t have put it all on the line this soon, but I wasn’t about to keep pussy-footing around her with this shit. I knew what I wanted: her. And I was getting too old for the bullshit games where we chased each other’s tails for years before settling down. Fuck that shit. I wanted her committed to me now.
“Fine. I’m yours. Exclusively.” I grinned and she held a finger up. “For now. I ain’t wearing a ring yet. And that also means you’re completely mine. I am not the type of woman to accept her man screwing around on her. I know all about MCs and their club whores. You touch one of them and you better be prepared to wake up missing body parts I’m sure you’d rather keep attached, you understand me?”
Fuck me, even the way she accepted my claim with a threat did something for me. She was truly my Ula’ula M?’ī , my red queen.
With a broad grin, I reached for her, gripping her hips and tugged her forward. She wrapped her arms around my neck as she pressed her body up against mine, lifting her face to me. I took the invitation and slammed my mouth down over hers. Devouring her mouth, claiming her, as I slid my hands up her back, under her shirt to flick open her bra. Moving her hands, she scrapped her nails along either side of my head, through the hair I kept buzzed short. The tremor it caused to flow through me had me ending the kiss and closing my eyes on a moan.
“Fuck, that feels good, Ula’ula M?’ī .”
Shoving up to her feet, Jacie threw herself at me, her legs going around my waist and her hands clutching my shoulders. Not expecting the move, I stumbled back a step before I caught my balance, instinctively wrapping my arms around her to hold her to me as I did.
“Whoa!”
Burying her face in my neck, she kissed and nibbled at my skin while she ground her pussy against my cock.
“Fuck, babe. Love how hot you get for me.” I’d have liked it a whole lot more if we were naked. Damn clothes getting in the way. “Gonna need you to start wearing skirts. If you were wearing one right now, all I’d need to do is unzip and tear your panties away to be deep inside you, where I know you want me.”
With a groan, she swirled her tongue in a small circle on my neck, before sucking on the same spot, no doubt leaving a mark in her wake. I had to chuckle at my fiery woman staking her claim, marking me where everyone would see it, as I had done to her last weekend. My brothers would give me hell for it, but I couldn’t get mad at her. Not when I fucking loved that she was feeling as possessive as I was. Not that she needed to ever worry about me stepping out on her. I’d never been one to fuck around when I had a woman, and I certainly had no intention of starting now that I’d found my one. My ride or die.
Returning to stand by the bed, I leaned down until her back was against the mattress. After kissing her again, I pulled her hands from around my neck and straightened.
Neither of us needed to say a thing to know what we both were wanting. The desire shone bright in her gaze, and I was sure she was seeing the same damn thing in mine. Shrugging out of my cut, I stepped over to hang it over the back of the chair, then emptied my pockets onto the seat before I turned back to Jacie, and stalled out.
She was sitting on the edge of the mattress and, having stripped out of her shirt, she slid her bra free and tossed it on the floor. Then she paused, looking my way with a raised brow.
“See something you like, T?”
“I see my woman looking sexy as fuck.”
Reaching over my head, I grabbed a fist full of my t-shirt and tugged it off before I tossed it toward the chair. After toeing off my boots, and peeling off my socks, I turned back to my woman, who was now standing next to the bed facing me, her low lidded gaze locked on my bared chest as she chewed on her lower lip.
“Looks like you’re enjoying the view just as much, Ula’ula M?’ī .”
Fuck she was a sight. She’d followed my lead, and was now bare foot, her bright blue painted toenails standing out against her pale skin and the cream carpet. She stood proud, her shoulders back so those sweet tits of hers were thrust toward me, her nipples already hard. I stroked my beard, giving it a tug as I remembered how good she tasted, how I could make her call out my name by just suckling on those dusky pink tips.
She spoke on a sigh. “So damn pretty.”
I shook my head at her words. As much as I wished she’d use a less feminine word to describe me, I wasn’t complaining that she clearly liked my body. Made all the hours I put in to keep it worthwhile. Well, the fact I could still take care of business, handing a man his ass with ease to keep myself and my club protected was the main reason I trained, but the fact my woman zoned out from just looking at my muscles was a damn nice bonus.
Ignoring my throbbing dick for the moment, I sauntered over to her, undoing my belt and pulling it from my jeans as I did. After tossing it toward her pile of clothes, I cupped her face between my palms and leaned down to kiss her. Her palms rested against my pecs as she leaned into me. When her mouth opened, I slipped my tongue in to dance with hers, moaning as her sweet taste filled my mouth. She already had me hooked, totally addicted to her. I would always crave this woman, never tire of her. In just one week, she’d become as important to me as the air I needed to breathe. It was insane, but the truth.
Moving my hands down to cup her ass, I kneaded her rounded globes through her jeans, wishing we were both naked as I pulled her in, my erection pressing against her stomach. She dug her fingers into my chest before she smiled, breaking our kiss. Opening my eyes, I cocked a brow at the sparkle in her gaze, but before I could say a word, my sassy woman pinched both my nipples.
I growled as lightening jolted through me, landing in my cock which throbbed for some attention. With a small moan, her eyes glazed with lust as she squirmed against my aching dick.
“Need to be inside you, Ula’ula M?’ī.”
She rose up on her toes and pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“Soon, babe.”
Then she moved down, kissing a path from my shoulder, over my pecs. As she moved, my hands slipped from her ass up her back. Stroking her soft skin, playing with the ends of her hair, until she sucked then nipped at my nipple. My whole body stilled, another shot of lightening firing through me. My brain short circuited, torn between tossing her on the bed and tearing her pants off so I could fuck her, and letting her continue, hoping she’d keep going lower. I was a live wire, panting for breath when she started licking over the dips and rises of my abs. Then the sassy woman slipped her fingers inside my waistband, stroking over the tender skin of my lower stomach before bumping into my cockhead through my underwear.
“Woman, have mercy.”
With her blue irises bright with delight she looked up at me. That big grin on her face as she continued to run a finger around the tip of my dick almost made this teasing torture she was putting me through worth it.
“You wanna taste of me, babe?”
Her gaze darkened with arousal, and I caught a flash of her white teeth as she bit at her lower lip. Gripping her chin, I pulled the flesh free.
“You’re gonna hurt yourself you keep that up. No pressure, babe. But fuck, I’d love to know how your mouth feels on my cock. You’ve got me so fucking hard, I won’t last long.”
“I’ve never…” She pulled from my grip, dropped her gaze as her cheeks reddened.
Fuck but she was just too damn precious. I lowered to my knees in front of her, cupping her face to guide her to look at me.
“You saying you’ve never had a man’s dick in your mouth or that you’ve never had one cum down your throat?”
That blush of hers grew darker. She cleared her throat before she answered me.
“The second one. Although, I’m not exactly an expert at the first one either.”
Fuck, she slayed me. So fucking innocent for a woman so damn feisty. I leaned in and kissed her, starting out gentle before deepening things as I grew hungrier for her. Dropping my hands from her face, I cupped her breasts. Kneading the mounds before tweaking her nipples, tugging and twisting them until she was moaning and pawing at me.
Ending the kiss, I rose back to stand, undoing my fly as I did. Shoving my jeans and underwear down my legs in one swipe I kicked them free, loving how my woman’s gaze was glued to my hard length. Licking her lips, she reached a hand toward me, running a finger tip from the head down to my balls. Clenching my jaw, I tried to push down my rising arousal. I wanted to give her all the time she needed to explore and learn me, but fuck, I was so bloody horny, I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to give.
When she pressed one palm to my thigh and wrapped the other one around my length and gave me a tentative stroke, I wondered if she’d been bullshitting me about not being an expert because damn. I’d had a lot of women blow me, but I’d never been this close to the edge by a woman’s hand on my dick. Closing my eyes for a minute, I thought unsexy thoughts. Football. A bunch of us had gone to see the Texans take on the Chiefs. Only for them to fucking lose. Chiefs won with a lead of twenty points, making for a shitty night because a few of the brothers had put money down and were pissed at having lost it.
I blew out a breath, glad to have found a way to pull back from coming so soon. Focusing back on my woman, I wrapped my hand over hers, guided her on how to stroke me, how tight I liked to be gripped, before I released her to let her keep going on her own.
“Use your other hand to cup my balls, baby.”
Spreading my legs for her, she slipped her other hand between my thighs. When she cupped my balls in her palm, my whole body jolted at the timid contact that had me right back where I’d been, way too close to coming.
“Fuck!”
Dropping both hands from me, she sat back on her heels, her gaze wide. “I’m sorry, I told you I wasn’t good—”
I shook my head, barely resisting the urge to laugh. “Babe, you’re fucking perfect. You got me so close to blowing, I’m about to embarrass myself.”
Her body had relaxed as I’d spoken, a small smile on her face now.
“Really?”
“Yeah, babe. I’m not one to bullshit. Ever. I ain’t gonna force you to do a damn thing you don’t want to, but I might just beg, because, fuck, I need your mouth on me, to know what your tongue and lips on me feel like.”
She squirmed, a flush of arousal returning to color her chest, neck and face. I fucking loved that as a redhead, she blushed so easily. Certainly made it even easier to read her. Sitting forward again, she wrapped her palm around my cock as she rested her other one on my thigh like she had earlier. She flicked her gaze up to mine as she licked her lips, then she looked down and swiped her tongue over the tip, lapping up the precum that sat there waiting for her, sending more lightening shooting through me. I had to clench my fists to stop myself from reaching for her, to grip her head and guide her to take me deep.
As much as I wanted to be in her mouth, I knew if I pushed her, I’d fuck this thing up between us. This was as much about building trust as it was about pleasure and learning each other’s bodies.
“Fuck, Jacie. You really are a Ula’ula M?’ī, my fiery red queen. Damn…”
My voice had gone deep, was more gravel than words but the grin she gave me when she looked up told me she got my meaning.
“Now you finally tell me what that actually means. You’re lucky I like it.”
With a huff I shake my head, I didn’t say a thing in response, not wanting to risk distracting her.
“You taste good.”
She murmured the words as she returned her focus to my dick, which kicked in her grip at the praise. Moving her hand to the base of my cock, she held me still as she leaned in, mouth open.
Fuck, the sight of her like this, kneeling before me, flushed with arousal, her hands on me, her lips spread wide to take my cock into her mouth for the first time, seared into my brain and I knew I’d remember it until my dying day. Relive it every fucking night, every time I rubbed one out in the shower would be to thoughts of Jacie in this moment.
Then I stopped thinking when she rocked my fucking world, taking half my length into her warm mouth on the first slide.
“Fuck! Ula’ula M?’ī, Yes…”