Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Della
Riding on the back of Shadow’s bike, holding tight to him, is a feeling I never want to forget.
The wind whipping around us feels amazing, freeing even. Though it has nothing on how riding with my body pressed against Shadow’s body feels.
It’s beautiful and somewhat overwhelming.
I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Today has been amazing. Not only getting to spend the entire day with Shadow, but getting to know those he calls brothers.
I never thought I would understand his world.
I was prepared to be on the outside looking in, only none of them made me feel that way.
Well, not the men that is. The women who were around, well they’d given me dagger stares.
They hadn’t said anything to me, except Minx.
Minx had been hilarious. I liked her. I didn’t care that she was what the guys called a saddle bunny. Minx talked to me, and it was genuine how she made me laugh. I wanted to get to know her.
Shadow and I spent the majority of the day at the clubhouse. We only left when the sun started going down. Shadow claimed it was time for us to have some alone time without anyone around.
I didn’t know where we were going. I honestly didn’t care either. I was happy on the back of Shadow’s bike.
Before long, Shadow slows down and pulls down a long driveway. At the end of it, I see the outline of a small house.
Shadow parks his bike and lowers the kickstandbefore patting my thigh. “Hop off, baby.”
I didn’t want to. I wasn’t ready to let him go yet. I still got off the back of his bike, but not before giving his middle a squeeze, which earned me a grin when I met his gaze.
“Take it you like being on the back of my bike,” Shadow states as he follows me off the bike, taking me in his arms.
Standing there in front of his house, my heart beating wildly in my chest, I nod. “I more than liked it.”
“Good, ‘cause you’re gonna be on the back of my bike often, little mouse,” he murmurs, lowering his head, his lips brushing mine.
His kiss deepens, and I melt against him, my fingers threading through his hair. The taste of him is intoxicating—like whiskey and something uniquely Shadow. When he pulls back, I’m breathless, my heart hammering against my ribs in a way I’ve never experienced before in my life. It’s exhilarating.
I want to protest when Shadow pulls back, his eyes dark with promise in the fading light of the evening. “Let me show you my place.”
My body shivers at the gravelly tone of his voice, and I whisper, “Okay.”
Shadow takes my hand, leading me up the short path to the porch.
The house isn’t large, but it looks well-kept, with a single rocking chair on the front porch.
Not what I expected from a biker, though I realize when it comes to this man, he’s full of surprises with the layers that make him who he is.
Soft and gentle. Rough and rugged. Complete badass when he wants to be. Yet caring when needed. He’s the full package and everything I always wanted.
The moment Shadow unlocks the door, opens it, and turns to me with a grin, the butterflies in my stomach start fluttering a hundred miles a second.
Without warning, he lets my hand go, scoops me up, one arm behind my back, the other in the crook of my legs, and carries me over the threshold as if I were his bride on our wedding night.
“Shadow,” I gasp and hold on tight as he prowls through the house like a man on a mission.
“Time to finish what we started at the clubhouse, little mouse.”
Oh boy, I love the gruffness his voice has.
The rasp of it when he calls me little mouse.
It goes straight between my legs. The sound of those words makes my whole body shiver with anticipation.
I can’t help but remember how his hands felt on me in his room at the clubhouse, and we hadn’t even gone further than him barely touching me and making out like two teenagers learning to touch each other and fumbling our way through it.
As Shadow carries me, I catch glimpses of a living room with a large leather couch, some motorcycle parts on a coffee table, but my attention is fully on the man holding me against his chest. He consumes my every thought.
The moment he has me on his bed, his lips find my neck, and he growls.
“You’ve been driving me crazy all day. Watching you laugh and having a good time around my brothers, seeing you fit in like you’ve always belonged there.
” He peppers kisses along my jaw. “Fuck, nothing better. I knew you’d fit right in with everyone. ”
My body heats up at his words, and I can’t help the soft moan that escapes my lips.
His praise makes me feel like I’m floating, like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
Where I dreamed of being when I was younger and just a girl crushing on the hot guy who happened to be friends with my brother and my best friend’s cousin.
“I felt like I belonged there,” I admit on a whisper. My hands trailing up his arms, under the sleeves of his tee, feeling the hard muscle there flexing.
“Good.” Shadow’s eyes darken as he hovers above me, his weight supported by his forearms on either side of my head.
“You have no idea how much that means to me,” he says, his voice rough with emotion.
“Bringing someone into my world isn’t something I do lightly.
Never before have I brought a woman to the clubhouse with the intentions that I did with you. ”
“What does that mean?” I ask, unsure if I want the answer or not.
“Means that I didn’t do it lightly as I said,” he murmurs and leans down to brush his lips against mine once more swiftly. “The only women that I have been with in the past have been for nothing more than fucking.”
“Ugh.” I don’t really like that, but I also know he’s not a choir boy. I also know I haven’t withheld sex in the past, either.
“Only there’s a huge difference in having them there and having you, Della.”
“What’s that?” My heart patters against my chest, feeling like it were going to pound right out at any given second.
“You, I wanted to keep in my bed. Keep next to my side. Them, they were gone the second I was done with them.” Shadow reaches up and strokes the apple of my cheek with his thumb.
“They were forgettable where you are not. I want you right where I have you. In my bed here. I want you in my bed at the clubhouse. I want you on the back of my bike, and I’ll tell you this, little mouse, none of them, and I mean not a damn one of them, ever got to take that ride you got tonight. ”
Wow.
Tears prick at my eyes, and I’m not even sure why. I’m not a crier. Maybe it’s the intensity of his words or the way he’s looking at me like I’m the most precious thing in his life—something to be cherished to hold onto.
“I don’t know what to say,” I whisper. My voice trembling slightly, my hands curling around his neck to hold on. I might be on my back, but the need to hold onto him is nearly overwhelming. I feel as if I were in freefall.
Shadow brushes his lips against mine, gentle yet possessive. “There’s nothing to say, little mouse. Just feel. Know that you’re mine as I’m yours.”
Oh my.
Those words go straight to my heart, securing themselves there.
More than that, I do as he says and just feel. Every touch, every breath, every beat of his heart against mine as he lowers his body closer to mine. His weight is comforting, grounding me when I feel like I might float away from the sheer intensity of what’s happening between us.
“Tyler,” I breathe his name like a prayer.
His hands slide down my sides, fingers teasing at the hem of my shirt. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop. I need you.”
“You’ve got me, Della,” he murmurs before slanting his head and claiming my mouth.
The heat of the kiss is quick.
Molten lava, really. Shadow’s hands are rough and calloused as they slip under my shirt, skimming my skin with a tenderness that contradicts the hunger I saw in his gaze before he kissed me. His touch leaves trails of fire, making me arch into him, wanting more. Needing more.
I’ve never felt this way before—like my skin is too tight, like I might combust if he doesn’t touch every inch of me. The way he looks at me makes me feel beautiful, powerful even.
“Tyler,” I pant when he breaks the kiss.
“Christ, Della, baby, you’re so soft,” he whispers against my neck, his beard scratching deliciously against my sensitive skin.
I tug at his cut and shirt together, wanting them off him so I could feel more of him.
Shadow lifts off me and strips both off with ease.
His eyes lock with mine as he tugs my shirt upward.
I help him by sitting up. The second the shirt is over my head, I reach behind me and unhook my bra, shimmying it off my shoulders.
Lifting my gaze to Shadow’s, I do my best to brush the shyness that wants to seep in away. I know I have nothing to be nervous about when it comes to this man, but there’s this part of me that can’t seem to stop the doubt.
“Fuck,” Shadow murmurs, dropping his gaze to my bare chest. “You’re gorgeous, Della, absolutely beautiful.”
All my doubts that seconds ago wanted in are washed away with those few words. Or maybe it’s the desire in Shadow’s dark eyes as he takes in my body.
“Let’s get these pants off you,” he states, reaching for the button of my jeans.
Within seconds, Shadow has the rest of my clothes off, and his are joining mine.
I have to take a moment to admire Shadow’s body as he stands naked before me.
The tattoos across his chest, down his arms, the defined muscles of his abdomen, the scars that I want to learn about .
. . all of it makes my mouth go dry. He’s magnificent, all hard lines and raw power, and I can’t believe he wants me.
“Like what you see?” he asks, that cocky smirk of his playing on his lips.
I nod, not trusting my voice. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel exposed in the best possible way.
“Good, because I fucking love what I see.” Shadow growls before lowering himself over me again.
His skin against mine is electrifying. The heat of him seeps into my bones. His hands are everywhere—in my hair, skimming down my sides, moving farther down, roaming toward my pelvis.
When his fingers find their destination between my thighs, I gasp, my back arching off the bed. The sensation is nearly too much. Overwhelming. His touch exactly where I need it most. Yet I want more.
“That’s it,” Shadow murmurs against my collarbone between kisses. “Let me hear you, little mouse. I want to hear your moans and cries for more.”
Shadow slides two fingers deep in my pussy, crooks, and hits my spot, drawing a gasping moan from my lips.
There’s no escape for me in that moment as he works his fingers inside me like magic.
He knew exactly what to do and how to do it, like he knows my body better than I do, finding spots that make me writhe beneath him.
Add his mouth to my breasts as he plays my pussy like a fiddle, all I can do is what he wants. Cries and moans of sheer pleasure leave my lips as I plead for more.
“Tyler, please,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m begging for. More? Release? Him inside me? All of it, I think.
“Tell me what you want, Della,” he commands, his voice rough with desire. “I need to hear you say it.”
Meeting his gaze, I find courage I didn’t know I had. “I want you. All of you. Inside me. I need you to fuck me, Tyler.”
The words barely leave my lips before I lose Shadow’s fingers, and his cock is pushing inside me.
“Fuck me, Della, you feel so damn good,” Shadow growls, sinking deeper, filling me.
His fullness stretches me perfectly, a delicious burning sensation that has me gasping for air. My nails dig into his back as he stills, letting me adjust to his size.
“You okay?” he asks, the rough gravel tone in his voice causes a tremor between my legs. “Fuck, tell me you’re good.”
“More than,” I manage to say, and swivel my hips. “Don’t stop. I want you to fuck me.”
“Fucking hell.” Shadow grips my hips, tilts them higher, and begins to move. Slow at first, his hips rolling against mine in a rhythm that has me seeing stars. Each thrust goes deeper than the last, hitting places inside me that has my toes curling.
“So fucking perfect,” he growls against my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “Made for me.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, changing the angle, taking him impossibly deeper. The sensation is overwhelming, consuming, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve ending alive and singing.
“Tyler, oh God, it feels so good,” I pant, holding on, clawing at his shoulders, sinking my nails into his skin.
The pressure building inside me is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. Every thrust pushes me higher, closer to the edge of something magnificent. My body tightens around him, drawing him deeper.
“That’s it, baby,” Shadow growls, his pace increasing as his hips slam against mine as he bottoms out inside me with each powerful thrust. “Let go for me.”
“Tyler . . .” I cry out his name. Unable to speak further as my release crashes over me with such force, I don’t know where I begin and Shadow ends with the intensity of the powerful pulses racking my body. My back arches off the bed as my body quivers and convulses around him.
Shadow doesn’t slow down as he drives in harder, faster. His rhythm becoming nearly punishing.
“Fuck, Della. Your pussy is so damn tight. So fucking good.” His thrusts becoming erratic.
I feel his cock start to swell inside me, his body tensing above mine as he finds his release.
Shadow’s deep groan echoes in my ear as he comes, coating the walls of my pussy with every ounce of his release, his hips pressed flush against mine.
The weight of him collapses onto me, his breathing ragged against my neck, tickling my flushed skin.
For a moment, we lie there, tangled in each other, our hearts racing in sync with one another’s. His skin is slick with sweat, as is mine, and I’ve never felt more complete in my life.
“Fuck, little mouse,” Shadow finally says, lifting his head to look at me. His eyes are soft now, the intensity from earlier replaced with something that makes my heart stutter. “That was—”
“Amazing,” I finish for him, running my fingers along his shoulders and the back of his neck, still holding on for dear life.
Shadow chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine. “Yeah, amazing doesn’t even begin to cover what we just did, baby.”
I give Shadow a tired yet knowing smile because he’s right. Amazing doesn’t cover what I just experienced in his arms. I don’t think there’s a word that could ever describe what being in his arms makes me feel.