Chapter 13 Blair
W hen we arrived back at the clubhouse, Creature reached for my hand and led me inside, locking the door behind us before we moved any further.
His warm fingers clenched tighter as he walked into one of the rooms that had been freshly painted.
The tape still stuck to all the wood to protect it from drips and splashes.
“Can you imagine how cool this is gonna look when all the new leather couches and pool tables are set up?”
“It’s got a ton of room for everyone. It’ll be great.”
“Yeah.” He pointed to the far wall. “That’s where we decided to hang up all the photos of motorcycles and members. A whole fucking wall for them.”
“I bet everyone will love it.”
Creature tugged me closer. “I want to share it all with you.” He leaned forward and took my lips in an unexpected kiss. His fingers cupped my jaw, caressing the side of my face.
I leaned into the kiss, pressing my body flush against his so he didn’t doubt that I wanted this, that I wanted him . Our tongues curled around one another’s, and the heat that radiated from his body spiked the temperature in my blood. I wanted more.
He sat on a nearby chair, almost falling into it as I reached for the hem of his shirt. Balen ripped it off as I swung a leg over his lap and straddled him. We only broke apart long enough to accomplish that before our mouths fused again.
His hands slowly glided down my back, dipping below my waist to grab my ass. He squeezed and pulled me into his groin. The hard bulge of his erection nudged my core.
A groan escaped his lips when I grinded against him, rubbing my core over his crotch. “Fuck, baby. You keep doing that, and I’ll need to be inside you.”
“That’s the plan,” I replied, nipping at his bottom lip. “I want you, Balen.”
“Goddamn. You make me hard.”
“Then don’t refuse me.”
He hooked his arm around my waist and lifted me, carrying me to one of the banquet tables set up in the room. My bottom landed on the surface as he looked into my eyes. “I need to fuck you, Blair. I don’t want to wear a condom.”
“Then don’t.”
“I’m clean. Haven’t been with anyone recently.”
“Me either.”
He seemed pleased. “Good.”
His fingers reached for my jeans and unsnapped them so fast that I blinked, and he was already hooking his thumbs over the waistband, telling me to lift my bottom. He tugged them over my hips and down my legs with my underwear, leaving me bare and exposed.
His gaze raked over me.
God. That was fucking hot. His heated stare ignited the lust I didn’t want to fight. He seemed wholly focused on my pussy.
Balen lowered to his knees.
My breath hitched as he moved between my thighs, eye level with my pussy as he tugged me closer, letting my legs spread wide as I nearly teetered on the edge.
“Fuckin’ wet and ready, and I haven’t touched you yet,” he murmured. “Goddamn. I need a taste.”
“Balen.”
The corner of his mouth twitched before his gaze shot to mine, and he inched forward, spreading me open with his fingers. “Anyone ever tell you that you’ve got a beautiful pussy, baby? Because you do. It’s pink and glistening. Looks delicious, too.”
My God. The dirty words he said. I could feel the heat rise into my cheeks.
“Nobody ever talked to you like this either?” He shook his head. “Get used to it. I wanna make you blush every fucking day before I drive my cock deep into your tight cunt.”
His tongue shot out, and he licked up my center, gathering the wetness already there before he licked my clit. His rough tongue swiped through my slit like he owned it.
I jolted as my hips rocked against his face. “More,” I pleaded.
Excitement danced in his green eyes. He got off on this, groaning as he tongued my entrance, sliding a finger inside.
A needy moan left my lips.
He answered by sucking hard on my clit, and I gasped. My hand speared into his hair, lightly tugging as I willed him to keep going and never stop. He flicked at my clit and pumped his finger, withdrawing it much too soon.
Balen rose to his feet and reached to unsnap his jeans. I watched as he unzipped his fly and shoved his pants down, exposing his eager cock as it bobbed in the air between us. I couldn’t resist reaching for the rigid length and giving him one sharp tug before stroking him from root to tip.
Balen’s back arched as his hips snapped forward. “Fuck.”
My palm slid over the hard stem, and then I pressed my thumb over the crown, circling through the precum that leaked from the tip. I lifted my hand and licked the salty fluid as he growled.
“Fuck me like you mean it, Balen. Like this is the only chance we’re ever going to get.”
He frowned at my words. “I know once I’m inside you, once will never be enough.” He enclosed his shaft in his fist and pumped, once, twice, before notching at my entrance.
With a single snap of his hips, he sheathed himself inside me with a groan. His arms hooked around my thighs and pulled me off the table, angling my body so that he drove deep with every thrust as he began to move. I was so wet he slid in easily.
His face buried in my neck as he licked up the side, panting in my ear. “Fuck you feel so good.”
He reached for my ass again and curled his fingers into my skin as he roughly squeezed. We moved against one another in a smooth rhythm, rutting wildly but savoring each plunge and withdrawal. Our bodies moved in sync like we’d perfected this dance long before now.
I gripped his arms as he lay me back against the table, slowing his thrusts. He glided in and out as we both moaned.
“I want you to come with me.”
“I will,” I promised. It would be soon because this sensual friction kept building inside me. It would release soon.
With a sharp snap of his hips, he hit that perfect spot—deep, just the right angle—and I felt my core clench hard.
“Fuck, baby. It’s too fucking good when you do that.”
I clenched again as he twisted, moving slightly to the right. There. That did it. I cried out as my legs shook.
“Right there. Found it, huh, Firecracker?’
I couldn’t respond. The words wouldn’t form.
Only the pleasure filled my head.
His body rocked into mine. “You gonna come?”
Yes. No. Yes.
“Balen!”
Our breathing grew labored, and our bodies slickened with sweat. His movements grew less controlled and more erratic.
God. I was going to shatter. I could feel it.
“You’re so fucking close. Your cunt is gripping me so hard, baby.”
Balen drove into me harder, pounding me into the table as it shook beneath us. Something crashed as it hit the floor.
And then my orgasm released, and I came so hard that I wailed his name, unaware if anyone else could hear us. My fingers clawed at his shoulders, scratching at his skin as the muscles in his arms bulged.
He pinned me to that table as he fucked me, thrusting as he growled. His body shuddered as he jerked, pumping several times as he slammed his hips into mine. A guttural groan left his lips as he came.
His body collapsed over mine as he breathed hard. Our chests rose and fell in unison. I hugged him closer, and his fingertips caressed my hip bone, traveled around to my ass, and down to my thigh. I shivered at his touch.
No one ever made me feel like this, so irresistible or beautiful.
His head lifted, and he captured my mouth in a sultry, needy kiss before his tongue slipped inside my mouth.
The kind of kiss you had before sex, not after.
He devoured me like the last few minutes hadn’t been enough.
The kiss slowed and became more intimate, and I returned it with the same passion.
Balen leaned back and lifted off the table, bringing me with him. Before I could wonder what he was doing, he lifted my underwear over my feet and tugged them up, over my hips, and into place. He pulled my jeans on next, even taking the time to button and zip them before clothing his own body.
That sweet, intimate gesture endeared him to me. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
He finished dressing and gripped my waist, lifting me off the table. My feet touched the ground, and he swooped in for another kiss.
I was breathless when we parted.
“Let’s go up to my room.” He threaded his fingers through mine and led me to the stairs, taking them slow enough that I wouldn’t trip.
We didn’t enter the same room where the intruder had been killed. Instead, we ended up in another room with a balcony that overlooked the mountains.
Balen stashed his gun, wallet, and keys on the nightstand. I noticed that he locked the bedroom door and shoved a chair in front of it, angled so it would fall if anyone tried to enter.
“Need you to know something, Blair.”
“Yes?”
He tilted my chin up. “I didn’t get near enough of you. I’m thinkin’ a lifetime might not do it either.”
“What does that mean?”
“I want you in my bed every fucking night. I want to stuff you with my cock and feel your arms around my waist when you ride on the back of my bike. I fucking need you, Blair. In every fucking way.”
“Okay.” I sounded far too eager.
“That means I’m claiming you, Blair Connelly. You’re mine.”
“Only if you’re all mine, too.”
“Done,” he growled. “Let’s get some sleep.”
We climbed onto his bed, and he pulled me into his body, curling around me as he held me against his chest.
“Goodnight, Firecracker.”
“Goodnight.”