Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Ipicked up the stuffing explosion while Hatchet ran back to the clubhouse to grab food for Chaos and a change of clothes—not that he’d need them, if I had anything to say about it.
I lost myself in thought as I scooped up the bits of cotton surrounding the lamb carcass.
This fling with Hatchet was what I needed.
A few days off from work with someone I trusted, away from the pitying looks and whispered platitudes about my failed engagement.
Just heat, laughter, and, if the past hour was any indication, mind-blowing orgasms from a man who actually cared about my pleasure.
I wasn’t a fool, though. This situationship came with a clear expiration date. Once Merrick returned, Hatchet would choose loyalty to his brother and the club. I’d go back to being his friend and canine co-parent. We’d pretend we’d never crossed this line.
The screen door slammed. I turned to see Hatchet walk in, his shirt clinging to his chest from the humidity. He dumped a cup of dog food into the crate, not even bothering with a bowl.
Once our tiny terror was secured, Hatchet turned and dropped his duffel bag by the door. The air shifted from comfortable to charged as he prowled across the room with a heated confidence that made my pulse stutter.
Most of the Mavericks were hardened men, serious and cold with an aura of lethality, although Hatchet always brightened the spaces he filled with sunshine and banter. But I knew a predator lurked beneath, and it was looking at me like I was its next meal.
“Ground rules,” I choked out.
He tilted his head, and my pulse quickened as I took in the dangerous man waiting before me.
“We need ground rules,” I repeated, forcing my tone steady.
“Sure, doll. Whatever you want.”
I ground my teeth at the pet name he knew I hated.
I ran my hand through my hair and turned away.
I couldn’t focus while he stared at me. “First, we both agree that this ends the minute Merrick gets back. Second, no one finds out. Absolutely no one. We act normally in public. Third, no jealousy when we both move on at the end of this. We stay friends.” I turned back to face him.
He raised a brow. “Any other demands?”
My stomach somersaulted as I took in his inked forearms folded across his chest and his amused smirk. His trademark cockiness should’ve annoyed me. Instead, heat pooled in my stomach as I stared at the biker that would be mine, if only for a couple of days.
“Fuck me like I’m the only woman you see.”
Hatchet didn’t hesitate. He crossed the room in two strides, grabbed me by the thighs, and lifted me off the ground.
“You are the only woman I see, and it drives me fucking crazy,” he murmured. “You’re mine.” It sounded like a promise, a threat, and a confession tangled in two words.
My back slammed into the wall the same moment his mouth found my neck, his stubble scraping my skin as he dragged his lips across my jaw and down to my collarbone. I rolled my hips into him.
“You have no idea how many times I thought about this since you moved back. How many nights I wondered what you’d feel like.”
Hatchet carried me over to the sofa and hovered over me. “And now that I know, I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to walk away, because you’re better than any fantasy.”
I gasped as he slid a hand between us, pushing my panties aside.
I moaned. “Less talking. More fucking.”
He chuckled at my demand and flipped me around, bending me over the cushions. The textured fabric dug into my knees, grounding me for a moment. I heard the clink of his belt buckle before the soft thud of his pants hitting the floor.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days,” he growled. He fisted my hair just tight enough that I arched my back.
I gasped as he drove into me from behind with no warning, the shock of sudden fullness stealing the breath from my lungs. I bucked against him, and the angle hit that spot deep inside that drove every thought from my mind except more and harder.
Hatchet set a brutal rhythm, his hips snapping against me as each thrust sent sparks shooting through my core. He reached between my legs, circling my clit with precision. Hot pleasure coiled tight within me until my body clenched around him as I shattered.
He groaned, his thrusts growing rougher and more erratic. He buried his face in my neck as he pulsed inside me, his breath hot against my shoulder.
For a beat, all I could hear was our ragged breathing and the faint snores of Chaos asleep in her crate.
Hatchet ran his fingers down my spine, and I arched into him, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through me.
“Fuck, Hellcat,” he swore. “You’re ruining me for anyone else. I don’t know that I’ll be able to give this up. I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk away.”
Hatchet’s words landed like a gut punch—too raw, too real.
I shoved them aside, pretending my heart didn’t stutter at the awed edge in his voice.
I ignored the admission as he pulled out slowly and stepped back, giving me a second to catch my balance.
He offered his hand and helped me to my feet, my legs shaky.
“And I’m never going to be able to drink beer with your brother on this sofa again without getting a hard-on,” he added, a cocky grin on his face.
I snickered. “He’d kill you if he knew you’d defiled his furniture.”
Hatchet leveled a look at me. “We both know the furniture is the least of my crimes here.”
I yelped as he picked me up bridal-style. My bare skin stuck to his chest as he carried me to the stairs.
“Our clothes,” I protested, eyeing the scattered mess on the floor. “What if Merrick comes back early?”
He kissed my forehead—soft and tender, which threw me more than the hot sex.
“He texted me a picture of him and Kenna standing in front of the Riot clubhouse earlier. They won’t be back anytime soon. And you won’t be needing your clothes at all tonight.”
His certainty made my stomach flip. I buried my face in his neck to hide my smile, inhaling the scent of leather and pine on his skin as he took the stairs two at a time.
By the time we hit the bedroom door, my protests were forgotten, replaced by the low purring of want building all over again. The night blurred into a tangle of sheets, each round filthier and more addictive than the last.
* * *
Morning light filtered through the sheer curtains when I woke to the smell of bacon, the rich and smoky scent cutting through the haze of sex and sweat clinging to my sheets. My body ached in the best way. Faint red marks painted my hips from his bruising grip.
I slipped on his discarded T-shirt, crumpled on top of the duffel he’d carried upstairs while I slept. It smelled faintly of leather and motor oil.
I padded barefoot to the kitchen, Chaos jumping happily at my legs.
“Hungry?” Hatchet asked, standing at the stove shirtless in a way that made me crave something other than food. His jeans slung low on his hips, and I heated as I thought about what lay below them.
“Starving. And scared. Can you cook?”
He flipped a pancake with a dramatic flick of his wrist. The golden disc landed perfectly in the pan. “I’m more than just a pretty face and a magic cock, Hellcat.”
I rolled my eyes. “The piercing does most of the work for you.”
“Didn’t hear any complaints last night.”
I sauntered closer. “Do you always cook breakfast for your one-night stands?”
Hatchet set the tongs down and yanked me to his chest. “I’ve never cooked for a woman.” His hands found my waist, lifting me effortlessly onto the counter like I weighed nothing. The cold granite bit into my bare thighs. “And you’re damn sure not a one-night stand.”
He kissed me, slow at first. His tongue swept in, tasting faintly of bacon and black coffee.
His hand slid up under the T-shirt, callused fingers finding my nipple and rolling it between thumb and forefinger until it peaked hard under his touch.
I moaned into his mouth and wrapped my legs around his waist. His erection was already thickening against me through his jeans.
He broke the kiss, breathing hard against my lips. “Now get out of the kitchen, Hellcat. You’re too fucking distracting. If you stay here, these pancakes’ll burn to shit.”
I pressed closer, nipping at his jaw. “Then I suggest you multitask.” I slid off the counter and dropped to my knees before him, the hardwood cool beneath my skin.
His breath hitched as I bit my lip and held his darkening gaze.
I unbuttoned his jeans with deliberate slowness.
They landed at his ankles with a soft thud.
His hard cock bobbed free, that wicked titanium barbell glinting in the morning light.
He sucked in a breath as I skimmed my hands up his thighs and leaned in.
I licked my lips and ran my tongue up the underside of his length, slow and teasing as I savored the salty taste of him.
“Fuck,” he groaned as one hand white-knuckled the counter edge while the other blindly flipped a pancake as I wrapped my lips around him.
I bobbed my head, taking him deeper with each pass.
I gripped his hip with one hand for leverage while my other stroked what my mouth couldn’t reach.
I pulled back to peer up at his face. His head was tipped back, his jaw clenched tight.
His breath caught sharply as I circled my tongue around the tip, flicking twice before swallowing him to the back of my throat.
He groaned as I enjoyed the heady sense of power. Of controlling his pleasure.
The smell of smoke hit, cutting through the haze of lust. Hatchet swore, yanking the burnt pancake into the sink. He shoved the pan off the burner and wove his fingers into my hair, grip tightening just enough to make my scalp tingle.
“You’re wrecking me, Hellcat. It’s never been this good. With anyone.”
I pulled off with a wet pop, smirking up at him. “Breakfast isn’t going to cook itself, you know.”
Hatchet raised a brow. “I can’t focus on anything right now. I’m a man. Now finish what you started.”