Chapter Seven #3
“Why’d you stop?” My voice sounded suspiciously like a whimper.
Had I not already known I was in over my head, I knew it now.
If Rocky kept kissing me, I’d do whatever he wanted.
Pay any price. And I couldn’t afford to lose myself like that.
Betraying Ghost would kill something inside me.
I’d probably already gone too far, but at least this way I could keep the club out of my mess.
Once I at least had some of my questions answered, I could take the information to Ghost and he could let the club do a more thorough investigation.
But not until I knew for sure the situation needed to be escalated.
I wanted there to be nothing to find, but was under no illusion I could spot any deception he didn’t want me seeing.
“I’m not fuckin’ you next to the door,” he growled.
“In fact, I ain’t fuckin’ you at all. Not this time.
” I opened my mouth to question him, but Rocky simply kissed me until I forgot what I was going to say.
While there was an abundance of hunger and raw, urgent need in his kiss, Rocky didn’t dominate me like he had before.
He was still very much in charge, but he seemed to be coaxing and teasing more than taking this time.
Hard to tell, really, when my head spun from the pleasure he built effortlessly inside me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist on instinct. With a grunt, Rocky grabbed my ass as he lifted me and moved to the bedroom.
When he set me on my feet, he shoved my jacket from my shoulders, then found the hem of my shirt.
He pulled it over my head in one fluid motion, then tossed it aside.
I tugged at his jacket, wanting him skin to skin, and he obliged, stripping it off and letting it fall to the floor before peeling off his shirt to join mine on the floor.
I couldn’t stop touching him. My hands roamed his arms, his shoulders. I wanted to map every inch, memorize every scar and tattoo, like if I learned his body well enough I’d understand the rest of him. He bit my neck, hard enough to make me gasp, then soothed the spot with his tongue.
For a second, we just stared at each other. His gaze devoured me. His own body was lean but heavy with muscle, scarred in a way that made him look dangerous and invincible.
He lifted me again and placed me gently onto the mattress, following me down to cover my body with his. Though we were still clothed from the waist down, he rocked against me, mimicking the act I craved with every fiber of my being.
I reached for the front clasp of my bra and flicked it open. The lacy material fell away, revealing my breasts to his hungry gaze.
“Christ, you’re perfect,” he said, voice low and rough. I rolled my eyes, but secretly I loved hearing it.
He leaned down and suckled my right nipple into his mouth, the scrape of his teeth making me gasp.
The room spun around me as he teased and tormented my hardened nub, sending shivers up my spine.
I ran my fingers through his hair, encouraging him, but he pulled back before I thought I could take it no more.
Rocky moved to my other breast, giving it the same attention, and I arched into him. My hips rocked against his, seeking friction, seeking relief from the heat building between my legs and making my clit pulse. I felt dizzy with want.
"Rocky," I gasped, as his mouth trailed down my stomach. "Please."
He looked up, his eyes dark with desire. "Please what?" His voice had that edge I remembered, commanding and rough.
"Touch me," I breathed. "I need you to touch me."
His hands found the button of my jeans, popping it open with practiced ease. He slid the zipper down agonizingly slow, his eyes never leaving mine. When he hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged, I lifted my hips to help him.
"You ever think about this?" he asked as he dragged my jeans down my legs. "About me fuckin’ you again?"
"Yes." The admission came easier than I thought it would. "More than I probably should have."
A satisfied smirk crossed his face. "Good."
He unlaced my boots and tugged them off before removing my socks and jeans. He ran his hands up my thighs, his touch feather-light. Teasing. I shivered, goosebumps rising on my skin. When his fingers reached the edge of my panties, he traced the lace with maddening slowness.
"These are nice," he said, his thumb brushing over the silky fabric. “But I want them off you.”
I nodded, unable to find my words. When he hooked his fingers in the fabric at my hips, I lifted my ass again so he could slide them down my legs. Exposed to him fully, I let my legs fall open for him to look his fill at my bare pussy.
Rocky growled, a primal, possessive sound that made my thighs tremble. His eyes darkened as he stared at me like I was a feast laid out before a starving man. "Fuckin’ beautiful," he murmured, lowering himself between my legs. "Been needin’ to taste you. Never fuckin’ get enough."
My breath caught as his beard brushed against my inner thigh. I gripped the sheets, anticipating his touch, but he seemed determined to torture me first. He pressed open-mouthed kisses along my thigh, moving closer to where I needed him, then veering away.
"Goddamn it, Rocky," I hissed through clenched teeth. "Stop teasing!”
He looked up at me, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "Where's the fun in that?"
Before I could respond, he licked a slow, deliberate path through my folds. My back arched off the bed as I screamed, pleasure shooting through me. His tongue circled my clit, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp but not enough to give me what I needed.
"More," I demanded, threading my fingers through his hair and pulling him closer. “Please, more.”
Rocky chuckled against me, the vibration sending another wave of sensation through my body. Then he got serious, sucking my clit between his lips while sliding two fingers inside me. The dual sensation made me cry out.
"That's it, baby," he said against my flesh. "Let me hear you fuckin’ scream.”
I bucked my hips against his face, desperate for more contact. His fingers curled inside me, finding that perfect spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids. Rocky knew exactly how to touch me, like he'd been studying my body for years instead of hours.
"Fuck, Rocky, don't stop," I gasped, my thighs trembling as he worked me over. "Right there, just like that. Oh, God!"
He hummed against my clit, the vibration sending shockwaves through my entire body straight to my pussy. His free hand gripped my hip, holding me in place as I writhed beneath him. I couldn't escape even if I wanted to.
The pressure built inside me, a tightening coil of heat and need that threatened to snap at any moment. Rocky seemed to sense how close I was. He increased the pressure of his tongue, flicking it rapidly over my clit while his fingers pumped into me harder, faster.
I came, screaming so loud we would probably get a call from management at least. The police at worst. And I could give a good Goddamn.
My body convulsed, my back arching off the bed as pleasure crashed through me in relentless waves.
Rocky didn't let up, didn't stop, drawing out my orgasm until I was gasping for breath, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes.
"Please," I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for. More? Mercy?
Finally, he pulled back, his beard glistening with my arousal. The sight should have embarrassed me, but all I felt was a deep, abiding satisfaction. He must have seen the emotions on my face because the grin on his face was positively gleeful.
“Now. I make love to you. I want this to last and I want you so satisfied you don’t keep yourself away from me for days at a time again.”
Fuck. Me. I was in so much trouble…
When I could finally focus on him again, he'd shoved his jeans down his thighs and finished rolling on a condom. He lay on top of me, kissing me again as he lined himself up, and pushed inside my pussy in one long, slow thrust.
It should have hurt. He was big, and I was still catching my breath from the nuclear orgasm, but instead it just filled me, stretched and burned in a way that made my toes curl. He stayed there for a moment, forehead pressed to mine, breathing hard.
“Good?” he asked, his voice tender in a way no hardened biker could possibly be capable of.
“Better than good,” I managed. “Please move. I need to feel you moving inside me.”
He did, and the world narrowed to the heat and friction of our bodies.
He fucked me slow at first, like he wanted to draw it out just like he’d said.
Then his pace became faster, harder, every thrust driving me closer to another edge.
I wrapped my arms around his back, nails digging in, and bit his shoulder as I hung on for dear life.
Rocky grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, grinding his pelvis against me so my clit got the friction I needed.
“I want you to come, sweetheart,” he said, voice a sexy growl against my ear. He held me there, his grip unbreakable, and pounded into me until I came again. He followed a second later, hips stuttering, jaw clenched as he emptied himself inside me with a deep groan.
We collapsed onto the bed, a sweaty, tangled heap. For a long time, neither of us spoke. I lay there, eyes on the ceiling, listening to our breathing slow down.
Eventually, he shifted onto his back and kicked his boots off along with his jeans. He used a tissue from the box on his nightstand to dispose of the condom before pulling me against him, holding me close.
“You good, baby?”
I considered lying, but didn’t bother. “Better than good.”
He tilted my chin up so he could kiss me, gentle this time.
“Rest with me a while.” His voice was husky and I thought I detected a hint of vulnerability.
Like he didn’t expect I’d give in to the demand.
And there was no mistaking it was a demand.
I didn’t think the man was capable of asking for much of anything he wanted. He simply took it.
I gave a happy sigh, letting my eyes slide closed. “Not sure I could leave right now if I wanted to.”
His warm chuckle seduced me even more. I liked hearing him happy so it was easy to stay wrapped in his arms and just…doze.
I shouldn’t stay here. Shouldn’t get too comfortable because in no world did this situation work out for me.
Not like I wanted anyway. I needed to get the hell out of here and come clean to Ghost. I hadn’t done anything wrong at this point, but only because of technicalities I knew Bloody Jack wouldn’t care about.
I looked up at Rocky. In sleep, he looked far more relaxed than I’d ever seen him.
It was easy to forget all my good intentions.
I needed to get dressed and leave. If I accidentally pilfered through his shit in the process of looking for my clothes and found the damning evidence I needed, so much the better. Right?
I could have gone for it. Could have maybe found the patch or something else connecting him with the Copperheads or any other club. But I didn’t. Instead, I closed my eyes and snuggled closer to Rocky, letting myself drift.
Tonight, all I wanted was this. To lay in the arms of a man who looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and fucked me like he couldn’t get enough of me.