Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
ROCHELLE
After returning from coffee with Red, I felt a little more upbeat. Enough to do a test. When it said I was fertile, I didn’t waste any time calling Drifter. We can’t miss an opportunity.
I lie back, glancing at the clock for the hundredth time. I don’t know why these moments make me feel so on edge, whether it’s pressure or the fact that I know this could be it.
I even bought a little black chemise for the occasion. I know the delicate lace over the swell of my breast and the silk gliding over my skin will drive Drifter mad.
I take a few deep breaths, releasing them slowly as I try to calm the excited butterflies in my stomach at seeing his reaction.
The floorboards outside creak as his heavy boots get closer. The door slowly opens, and he appears in the doorway, freezing when his eyes land on me.
“Shit, Hell, what are you doing to me?” he asks, quickly glancing behind him to check no one else is there. He closes the door, grinning as he kicks off his boots.
I bite my lower lip, grazing it slowly between my teeth as I run my hands over the silk then carefully drag the material up my body to reveal my lack of underwear.
Drifter lets out a low whistle as he shrugs from his kutte and rips his shirt off over his head. He throws it on the floor, rushing out of his jeans as he closes the gap between us.
“Show me that pussy, Hell,” he murmurs, trying to part my legs further. “I need to taste it.”
I offer a teasing smirk, clamping my legs closed.
He laughs, his eyes darkening with need.
“Don’t hide what belongs to me, Hell, or I won’t be responsible for my actions.
” He stalks to the end of the bed, grabbing my ankles and pulling me closer to the edge in one swift motion.
I let out a surprised squeal, and he leans over, his face mere inches from my already wet pussy. He inhales. “Fucking perfection, Hell.”
He runs his tongue through my folds, slow and careful, like he’s savouring every drop. I shiver beneath his expert touch, my fingers curling into the sheet as his tongue continues dancing rhythmically with my clit as I quiver beneath him.
He pulls back slightly, and I groan in frustration, arching to try and get closer.
He nips my inner thigh then blows gently.
I convulse, wrapping my legs around his head and drag him where I need him to be.
His mouth closes over me, sucking until I’m so close, I can feel the finish line.
He runs his fingers through my folds, coating them in my arousal before pushing them inside.
I feel the warmth from my toes creeping up my body until I’m crying out, my orgasm ripping through me.
My legs loosen from around his head, and he grins, looking up at me as he sucks his fingers.
“You taste fucking divine, Hell,” he mutters, placing tender kisses along my stomach until he reaches my breast. He slides the strap of my chemise down, exposing my nipple.
He takes it into his mouth and bites down gently.
I close my eyes, relaxing into his touch and relishing at how much he wants me.
He grazes my nipple between his teeth, and I arch off the bed.
Then he takes his attention to my other breast, licking, biting, touching, until I’m squirming beneath him impatiently.
I need to feel him, all of him, so I reach between us and wrap my hand around his thick shaft.
My fingers trace his length until I feel the bead of precum on the tip of his cock.
He hisses as I swipe it away with my thumb, then he pulls me closer, kissing me until my toes curl.
He lines himself up at my entrance, slowly pushing in an inch at a time. I wrap my legs around him impatiently, trying to pull him closer.
He stops, hovering over me with a glint in his eye. “Patience,” he whispers, his breath fanning my face.
“No,” I growl. “I need you now.”
I trace my nails over his muscular back, watching as his jaw tightens. I add a little more pressure, knowing his restraint is wavering.
A low rumble emits from deep in his chest as he increases his thrusts at a punishing pace.
I feel my climax building, and my legs begin to tremble. It’s when he reaches between us and circles his fingers around my clit that I come undone beneath him, my walls clenching his cock with a vice-like grip. It brings him over the edge with me, and he shudders, groaning as he comes.
Drifter drops down beside me, sweat glistening across his tattooed chest. I roll onto my side, tracing the details with my fingers.
It’s one of my favourite pastimes, admiring every ink that adorns his skin.
I trail the outline of the intricate design of his bike that he had replicated on his pec.
The only thing that I believe he loves more than me is his Harley.
The sleek black motorcycle brandishes radiant green stripes, which are highlighted in his tattoo, along with the etching of ‘Hell’ in the chrome work.
He stills my hand, holding it tightly and resting it over his heart.
He inhales sharply, and I know he’s about to break this moment.
“Hell,” he murmurs, and I lift my gaze to look at his face. “I need to go.”
I sigh, resting my head on his chest, wanting to savour our last few moments of peace. I know in this life, it’s always the club first, but it doesn’t ever stop. Nor does the sting in my chest when he has to get up and leave.
I feel the instant loss of his embrace, the one place where I feel safe and protected from my racing thoughts. I make my way to the bathroom, giving him the space he needs.
I hear him rustling around in the bedroom before there is a gentle knock on the bathroom door.
“I need to go,” he repeats. When I don’t answer, he says, “I love you.”
And just like that, I hear the bedroom door close behind him.
I run the shower, waiting for it to warm up whilst secretly kicking myself for not replying to him.
I’ve spent far too long isolating myself upstairs, letting my mind play tricks on me. I need to keep myself busy and focus on something else, so I make my way to the bar.
I can hear the music thudding away already, and I frown, wondering why there’s a full-on party happening at . . . I glance at my watch and see it’s only four-thirty.
My eyes land on Siren. The club whore has her tits out on full display, and she’s not ashamed of it.
She’s dancing on the bar, her hips swaying and her chest bouncing.
Anger boils through me as I move towards her.
Rock is trying to ignore her, his expression awkward as his eyes dart away.
He notices me and grimaces before knocking his drink back and exiting his seat.
She throws her head back laughing as she bends down to gather her bra.
“What the actual fuck, Siren?” I yell, storming over to the jukebox and shutting it down. Everyone stops what they’re doing, their eyes following my every move.
Siren rolls her eyes, which only manages to piss me off more. “Get off the fucking bar and show some damn respect,” I shout, not caring that all attention is now on me.
“What’s up, Rochelle? Jealous?” she asks, laughing as she slides off the bar.
I scoff, my eyes widening in disbelief. “Jealous of a club whore? Don’t be fucking ridiculous.” A few sniggers circulate around the room. “You know Rock has an ol’ lady, so keep your fucking claws away from him. There’s plenty of dick in here that isn’t taken.”
She stalks towards me, clearly rattled. This bitch is brave. She’s one of the latest recruits, and quite honestly, she needs to be put in her place. I smirk at her audacity as Kira rushes over to stand between us.
“Siren,” Kira warns, placing her hands on her chest, pushing her backwards. “I’m sorry, Rochelle. I did try to tell her you wouldn’t approve, but she wouldn’t listen,” she rushes out as a way of explanation.
Siren isn’t fazed. Her hands rest on her hips, and her brow is arched as her lips curl into a cruel smile.
“Well, she better learn and fast because next time, I’ll drag her off the bar by her fucking hair,” I snap, staring straight past Kira at Siren.
“We have rules here. There will be no dancing for anyone unless specifically asked. Do I make myself clear?” She doesn’t respond, just glares back at me.
“If you want to dance, get yourself in the strip joint, not here.”
She nods, but I don’t miss the look of contempt. I step closer. “Do I make myself fucking clear?” Her eyes dart around the room, taking in everyone watching before they rest back on me. Her jaw twitches.
“Crystal,” she spits, her tone laced with the venom radiating off her. She turns on her heel and storms towards the lounge.
“What you all staring at?” I ask, looking around the room. Everyone scuttles off, making themselves seem busy. I narrow my eyes and sarcastically add, “Glad to see you all jumped to my rescue.”
“We knew you had it all handled,” shouts Slider, raising his glass with a laugh. “Wouldn’t mind watching you two scrap it out naked next time, though.” He laughs again, turning back to his game of pool.
“I’m so sorry, Rochelle. She’s a wild one,” Kira mutters. She’s been with the club for years, and even though I can’t stand the club girls, at least she has respect for the order of things.
“In the future, make sure she tows the line. If I had anything to do with it, none of you would even fucking be here.”
Kira recoils at my words, and I feel like a bitch, but I’m not here to be their friend. If anything, their presence alone pisses me off. It may be part of life here, so I may have to tolerate it, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.
DRIFTER
The rain’s beating down on us when we pull up to the clubhouse. Clay and I spent the entire evening chasing down leads and flushing out those dealing on our territory.
All I want right now is a few drinks to take away the overwhelming stress that rests firmly on my shoulders.