Chapter ThreeReese
After unlocking her door, Ainsley grabbed my hand and guided me into her dimly lit apartment. I closed and locked the door behind us, then allowed her to tug me through the living room, where outlines of a sofa, chair, and tables were grouped on one wall. Picture frames sat on one of the end tables, but I couldn’t see the actual images. A breakfast bar separated the living room and compact kitchen, all of which clipped through my brain at the same pace Ainsley pulled me to a door at the end of a very short hallway. She opened the door, flipped on a light, and stepped aside, so I could enter.
It looked like the fucking Easter Bunny hopped his ass in here and farted pastels. Yellow ceiling, green floor, pink wall, blue wall, lilac wall, and a striped wall with a combination of those five colors. I appreciated how big her bed was. I hated all the fluffy fucking pastel-colored pillows piled on it.
“I don’t have anything other than water to drink,” she said, shifting from foot to foot. She hadn’t removed her cowboy boots, her barely-there crop top or her little denim skirt. “I should’ve told you on the way here.”
“It’s okay. I’m not here to drink, babe.”
She nodded. Pursed her lips. Drew in a deep breath, walked to me, and dropped to her knees. Her fingers went to my zipper, but I stepped back.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Getting the dick suck out of the way. Dayton says guys always start off with that.”
I needed to fucking kill Dayton on GP.
“Nova hates him. She thinks he’s a prick and is only using me.”
I agreed with her friend, but I kept my mouth shut and held out my hand to her.
Although I saw her confusion, she accepted my help and stood. She was nervous. I could see it in her eyes. I threaded my fingers through her silky curls, leaned in, and brushed my lips over hers.
That quick taste wasn’t enough. Taking her face between my hands, I dipped my head again. This time, I coaxed my tongue between her lips and swept into her mouth, enjoying the way she melted into me. I grunted, roaming my fingers over her belly and sliding underneath her crop top. Her bralessness pleased me greatly. My hands cupped her tits and I thumbed her nipples to hard little points.
She gasped into my mouth, and it vibrated through me. Our kiss deepened, turned hot and passionate, sloppy even, but I didn’t give a fuck. I tore my mouth from hers, long enough to remove her top. Her tits were round and firm with pretty pink nipples that I couldn’t wait to feast upon.
“Undress and meet me under the covers,” I told her. Boots were a fucking vibe killer because they were a bitch to remove. She was nervous enough. I didn’t intend to stick my dick anywhere in her before I got an affirmation that she really wanted to do this. That’s as far as my chivalry went.
She sat on the edge of her bed and removed her boots. She struggled with them, so they would’ve been a fucking nightmare for me. When she stood again, her fingers hovered at the button on her skirt.
Pretending not to notice, I turned my back to give her privacy, then whistled as I removed my own clothing. I took my time unholstering the guns strapped on my sides and laying them on her dresser, then setting my cut carefully on top. I didn’t care where anything else landed.
My cut was sacred.
Finding her in bed and under the covers didn’t surprise me. Her gaze fell on Monster and her eyes widened. He rose proud and wide. If we went through with this, I’d make sure to get her nice and wet before I buried myself inside her. At the thought, precum gathered on my dick tip.
Since I’d never fucked a virgin before, I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want to add to her anxiety about my size or where I intended to put my lips.
I slipped underneath the covers and pulled her into the crook of my arm, allowing her to adjust to being in the company of a man without clothes.
“Seeing and doing are two different things,” she started.
“They are,” I agreed, keeping it simple.
“I didn’t think I’d feel so shy at being naked in front of a man.” She tipped her head back to look at me. “Dayton just wanted my top off. He’d intended to come on my tits, then decided he needed to train me to like the taste of cum.”
I stiffened and tightened my hold on her.
“I might like it better if he’d warned me first, you know?”
“Stop talking,” I ordered.
“You’re so fucking bossy.”
“Ainsley, shut the fuck up. I’m trying to give you a little tenderness but you’re ruining the fucking mood.”
“I talk when I’m nervous.”
“You talk just to fucking talk.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“In the big picture? No. Now? Fuck yeah.”
“Can we talk for a bit? That can be tender, too.”
I wasn’t winning this one unless I put a gag in her mouth. “As long as it isn’t about Dayton.”
“You almost sound jelly, which is insane. I’d classify that as insta-love. You might decide to stalk me.”
I grinned. “That will never happen, sweetheart. I feel the same way about jealous chicks, so I can assure you jealousy is an emotion that never afflicts me.”
“That means you’ll never let your guard down enough to care what a woman does.”
“Probably not.”
She squirmed against me and the hard point of one of her nipples pressed into my side. “Did you, um, did it matter what Trinity did?”
“Louisiana shouldn’t have brought her up. That’s my private business.”
“Did you love her?”
“No,” I said honestly. “I don’t believe in fucking love, Ainsley. Just like you.”
“I don’t believe in romance. I’m a big advocate for falling in love.”
“You can’t have one without the other.”
“I can argue that point.”
“Not in the fucking bed!” I snapped. “Every time you move your luscious body, my cock jerks. He needs relief.”
“I can ask why you refer to your cock with a pronoun, but I don’t think you’d appreciate that conversation.”
“I sure as shit wouldn’t. He also has a name, if that makes you feel better.”
She roared with laughter. “You named your dick?”
Chuckling, I turned on my side and faced her. “Have you changed your mind, sweetheart?”
“No, Reese,” she whispered.
“Then trust me to take care of you.”
“Lou Lou really built you up. He said you’ve been celibate for six months and before that you didn’t sleep around much.”
“I wasn’t aware he had such an interest in my dick.”
She ignored that. “I’m not on any birth control.”
That didn’t make sense if she knew she wanted to fuck. “I brought condoms.” Not going to lie and say I wasn’t disappointed I wouldn’t fuck her bare, but I appreciated her honesty.
“Nova helped me research and understand the rhythm method. She said sex for the first time is uncomfortable enough without condoms and said I might have an allergic reaction to them. Anything from anaphylaxis to gastrointestinal, skin, and respiratory.”
“An allergic reaction?” I’d never heard of such bullshit nor could I believe Ainsley bought into that. Just what the fuck was her friend trying to accomplish by making Ainsley afraid of condoms? “I’m clean, but there are other reasons for protection.”
“Nova wouldn’t lead me astray. She wants my first time to be memorable and enjoyable. She’s like a sister to me and is really the only woman I have to talk about stuff like this.”
I wasn’t keen on trusting a chick who fucked around with a married man. Louisiana’s age and experience gave him an advantage over such a younger woman. Still, she was an adult with free will, which she used every time she saw him. I refused to fucking believe she didn’t have an inkling that he had a wife. Jinx meant everything to that stupid motherfucker. Nova must’ve had signs about his marital status.
“She said you’d appreciate it too,” Ainsley went on, unaware of my racing thoughts. “Condoms take away from a guy’s pleasure.”
“But add to our peace of mind. I’d think you’d want such assurances, too.”
“Nova swears by it, and she hasn’t ended up pregnant. There’s a failure rate of less than five percent when done correctly. We counted and recounted my calendar. My period ended three days ago, so I won’t be fertile for another two.”
“I don’t know anything about the rhythm method,” I confessed. “That means I’d have to trust your word and, fuck, failure means a baby.”
“My brother would kill me, so I agree. Failure isn’t an option. You can trust my word because I trust Nova’s. She’s always looked out for me.”
“Are you sure about that?”
Admittedly, I wanted to bury myself balls deep in Ainsley without any barrier. Even if I didn’t know or trust Nova, Ainsley did. Louisiana also felt something for her to allow their affair to last so long.
“We don’t really know each other, Reese. A condom would make it even more impersonal.”
“Your logic is ass backwards.”
“Maybe, but it’s how I feel.”
“Remind me to slap your fucking brother when I see him.”
She snapped her brows together. “Why?”
“STDs are a thing. He should’ve warned you about diseased dicks.”
“Yours isn’t. Lou Lou showed me your last test.”
Fuck that motherfucker. I couldn’t get too angry because it would ruin the vibe, but I couldn’t wait to see Louisiana. He must’ve gone to my room and snapped a photo of the test I’d taken a few weeks ago. I hadn’t fucked in six months, but I got checked annually.
A warning ran through my head. This was a bad fucking idea, but for now, I let it go. We’d spend the night talking instead of fucking. I pulled her closer and kissed her again. She had the sweetest mouth of anyone I’d ever met. One day, I’d spend hours just kissing her.
Trailing my lips down the column of her throat, I turned her onto her back, inhaling her delicate perfume. I licked between the valley of her breasts before worshipping both those beauties with my tongue. She gasped and sighed, slipping her fingers through my hair, her touch igniting my blood. I slid lower, careful not to spook her before I kissed paradise. As badly as I wanted to finger fuck her, Ainsley was skittish.
I settled between her thighs and kissed the delicate skin on each side. I should’ve kissed up her legs, but the scent of her arousal drove me insane. If I didn’t taste her, I’d lose my fucking mind. The moment I wrapped my arms around her thighs and sniffed her seam, she lifted onto her elbows.
“Wait! If I would’ve known you eat pussy, I would’ve taken another shower.” She tugged on my hair. “Let me run and—”
I swiped my tongue against her slit, cutting her off mid-sentence. A moan replaced her words. I licked her again. She tilted her hips up.
“Spread your legs wider, baby,” I directed, releasing my grip on her.
She complied without question, then slid her fingers over her clit.
Growling, I speared my tongue into her pussy and alternated between licks and sucks. She grinded against my mouth, tweaking her nipples, her head thrown back.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she chanted as her orgasm washed over and she went wild against my tongue.
I was so fucking hard and hot for her, if she turned me away now I’d have to rub one out before I left. Rising over her, I poised my cock at her entrance.
“Are you sure, Ainsley?”
“Yes, Reese,” she said hoarsely.
That was all I needed to hear. I slid partially into her, hoping she’d lost her hymen years ago through exercise, a doctor’s exam, or something random. She hadn’t, and I swore under my breath. I didn’t know how to fuck a virgin, so I drove into her as I normally would and went still at her intake of breath.
Goddamn it, she was tight. My spine tingled at the way her pussy walls gripped my cock. Giving her a moment to catch her breath and get her bearings allowed me to do the same. I captured her lips again as I moved my cock in a slow in-and-out motion. She placed a tender kiss at the base of my neck and wrapped her legs around my hips, opening herself to me.
Her slick heat drew me deeper, urged me to powerful thrusts. Moaning into my mouth, she moved to the rhythm of my hips.
“Fuck, baby,” I murmured, the only words I could manage. I wouldn’t last much longer. Determined to tip her over the edge with me inside her, I slid my hand between us and found her clit, caressing her.
“Oh my god, Reese, that feels so good.” She licked her lips, her eyes glazed. “You feel so good.”
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she released a wail, falling apart under me and tipping me over the edge. As I spilled my seed inside her, the pressure that had been building in my balls and at the base of my spine released and left nothing but bone-deep satisfaction.
Afterward, I drew her into my arms again.
“That was amazing,” she said groggily. “I can become addicted to you.”
I wanted to clean her up, but I hated to move away from the warmth of her body. I hadn’t fucked since the day before Trinity’s death and I’d been awake since the early morning hours, so I allowed my exhaustion to claim me.
Piss awakened me. More specifically, needing a piss. Sometime during the night, Ainsley had stolen all the covers. Now, they were tangled around her legs. Smiling and shaking my head, I carefully tugged my arm from under her head and went in search of the bathroom, wondering if I’d find fucking unicorns and rainbows on the walls. Only two other doors stood in the hallway. I opened the closest one first and found a closet filled with towels, bed sheets, and an extra comforter.
Behind the second door, I hit the jackpot. Once I relieved my bladder, I headed to the kitchen for a bottled water. A half empty case sat on the counter, so I took one and drank the entire bottle within seconds. Turning to go back to the bedroom, a picture frame caught my eye. The words ‘Best Big Brother’ were chiseled at the top of the wooden frame.
Bending to better see the man who wanted her to give up her fucking life on a motherfucker like Dayton Morgan, I blinked. Squinted. Blinked again. Fuck, I even straightened and bent again.
A tall man with skin slightly darker than Ainsley’s smirked toward the camera. Even from the photo, his smirk mocked me and my nostrils flared.
Roman Mac was Ainsley’s brother. I wasn’t sure how since they had different last names, but it didn’t fucking matter. Whether she knew my club and her brother’s club were archrivals, I didn’t know and I sure as shit didn’t give a fuck. She could’ve mentioned that her brother was a fucking biker.
I stormed back to the bedroom and went for my guns. Roman killed Trinity and she was an innocent victim. An eye for a fucking eye. It was only right I took Ainsley from him.
I stalked to her side of the bed, lifted the gun…and couldn’t do it. She was sweet and soft in slumber. I doubted I could’ve pulled the trigger had she been awake. She was an alluring combination of hellcat, chatterbox, and angel. Trinity needed avenging, but I couldn’t use Ainsley to do it.
Brushing my lips over hers, I backed away and dressed quietly, hoping she didn’t awaken. I’m not sure how I would’ve responded in such a confrontation.
I didn’t know where my disappointment came from. She was just a random girl. Even if I’d seen her again, the relationship would’ve fizzled eventually.
They always did.
The evening I’d spent with Ainsley slid through my mind. When I’d asked for her brother’s name, she hadn’t answered.
Fuck.
She knew our clubs were mortal enemies. It was why she hadn’t turned on the light in her living room when we’d arrived.
I glowered at her. Before I shook the fuck out of her, I snatched up my keys and walked out of her bedroom. A big photo on her living room wall grabbed my attention. It wasn’t Roman or his father or even Ainsley as a child. It was her mother, a pretty black woman with gorgeous brown eyes.
Ainsley was biracial. I would’ve pegged her as Latina or Greek, not half black. Not that it mattered. She was my enemy’s sister. If she was a fucking Navi, it wouldn’t have changed a thing.
Without another word, I left and went to my bike. Before I rode away, I texted Ainsley.
Lose my fucking number.
I’d also block her because I never wanted to hear from her again and I refused to tempt myself if she ignored my order and called me anyway.