Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
GHOST
We sat on the pile of blankets, watching the sky dimming, while we tucked into our food, and I couldn’t help but think that it felt perfect.
It was something I never imagined I’d have again.
Not just time with her, but with any woman.
I’d sworn off dating or even one night stands, because I’d been responsible for the worst experience she could have had, and I didn’t deserve to be near women after that.
The fact that she was trusting me like this was blowing my mind, but I definitely wasn’t about to mess it up.
“I should have brought more than this up here, now it’s getting so dark.
” I gestured to the single candle I’d found among the stuff supplied with the tent kit.
It was a fucking scented one too, I guess part of some ‘romantic night’ package they supplied with the damn thing.
I wasn’t sure what it was supposed to be the scent of, but it was obnoxiously flowery, and thankfully dissipated in the evening air.
“Starting to think we’re not getting a pretty sunset,” I said apologetically, as the evening just seemed to get darker, without any pretty glow way out there where the sun was dipping further and further down.
“It’s okay. It’s still pretty. It’s so quiet too. Not like… I mean, there’s hardly anyone here.”
I let the slip go unaddressed, because we weren’t going there, not tonight. Not unless she needed to talk about it.
“There are only three of us staying here tonight, and there’s Simon on the gate. Well, the Pres and his wife are having a late dinner in his office. They uh… they wanted to be around in case you needed her.”
Again, the old club wouldn’t have cared. They’d have done harm, and walked away to sleep like babies. This club, Phoenix MC? They gave a shit. They cared about their people. They put themselves out to have our backs. Thank fuck I stayed. This is why I stayed. This club now.
“This is crap, sorry.”
Elizabeth laughed, slapping my arm as I lounged back beside her, both of us having piled a few pillows behind our heads.
“Shut it. It’s nice. Maybe we don’t need the sunset. Maybe all we need is to enjoy the fact that it’s getting dark here, and I’m not scared.”
That was pretty fucking vital to me too. Her comfort was all that mattered to me, tonight and every fucking night.
“You’re warm enough?” I asked her as the temperature started to drop, and she shook her head.
“Not really, but we’re laying on all the blankets.”
I sat up, fully intending to move us and get blankets over her, but she sighed, grabbing my arm and tugging me closer to her.
“Elizabeth,” I whispered, fearing being closer in case I wanted more, when I had no right to, and she sure as hell wouldn’t want me to.
Her lips pressed against my cheek, and I turned to stare at her in shock, that surprise intensifying as her lips crashed against mine, and she wriggled closer to me.
When I opened my mouth to question her, that’s when her tongue slipped in, and the kiss went from ‘what’s happening’ to ‘I want more’.
I wanted to argue, but I’m a man being kissed by the woman I’d always loved.
I was weak. I didn’t stop her, and when she moved on top of me, I simply held her close, accepting her kisses, offering up my own, trying to warm her with my body.
And that’s when her fingers slipped inside my clothes.
“Jesus, what are you doing?” I gasped, my lips slipping from hers as I felt her touch against my bare skin, cool fingers against a burning hot abdomen.
She was touching me, she was kissing me, and my dick was like fucking stone in my jeans.
I didn’t want her feeling that. I didn’t want her fearing me because my body was on board with this, when she probably didn’t want things to go further.
Her lips trailed over my cheek and then she was kissing my neck, but I was starting to feel like she was trying too hard, or was I just being an asshole for not accepting that she was an empowered woman who could take what she wanted from me? Was there a damn thing I wouldn’t give her? Fuck no.
“Elizabeth,” I choked out as her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my jeans. Fucking hell. I was so hard, so fucking desperate for her, and she’d feel it, she was inches away from feeling just exactly how much I wanted her.
“What’s happening here?” I asked desperately, needing some kind of clarity because if she wanted me, she’d get me, but what if she changed her mind later? What if this was some false start that led to more horror for her later?
I grabbed her wrist, trapping both of our hands between us, while I tried to get an answer from her.
“Elizabeth, please.”
Her head lifted, and her eyes narrowed dangerously at me.
“You don’t want me?”
“No. I mean yes, fuck yes, but… is this… what is this, exactly? You wanting me, or you just wanting to try?”
She swallowed hard. “Isn’t that kind of the same thing? I want to try, but I want you. I always wanted you. I fully intended for that night to be the night for us, and now I’m determined to take what I missed out on before, but… is that not what you want?”
I sighed, cupping her face in both hands.
“It’s all I want, you’re all I want, but you don’t need to rush this. We can go slow. We can have more dates. We can talk, we can ride-”
“What if that’s what I want right now?”
“Sure, we can… I’ll need to borrow a spare helmet from someone, but-”
“I mean, ride you. I want to ride you.”
“What?” Did I sound desperate, and on the edge of my sanity?
There was a really good fucking reason for that.
I was the powerless one here right now. Powerless to say no.
Powerless to deny her. I didn’t lie to her.
She was all I fucking wanted. She had been since the moment I saw her walking down the street that day. The day that was cemented in my mind.
The date I’d put on her hospital form was the first one that came into my mind. I’d guessed a year, but the day and month were that day, that first sight of the woman I thought then would be my future. Now I was starting to hope for that again. Her being mine. Me being hers.
ELIZABETH
I didn’t come here planning this. I hadn’t thought I’d ever want sex again, but the few times we’d been together recently had lifted some kind of block in my mind.
It wasn’t about never having sex again. It was about never being a victim again.
Never being powerless in a sexual situation.
It was about being in control of what I wanted, and what I needed.
Now I was here with him, it was all I could think about. Taking myself back, and taking him, because he’d always been the one.
“Elizabeth, talk to me.”
He sounded like he was seconds away from losing his control and composure, and I wanted that, but I wanted it on my terms. I wanted him, but I wanted him to understand that this was my show.
“Do you want me?” I asked him, and he practically growled out his response.
“Of course.”
“So will you let me?”
He stroked my cheeks with his thumbs, his eyes intense as they searched mine for god only knows what. Did he find it? Would he?
“I want you more than I want the air in my fucking lungs. More than I want anything. More than my ride. Do you get that? I just don’t want to be something you regret later.”
I leaned in and kissed him again.
“My only regret will be if you reject me right now. Please don’t reject me. I need this. I need you, like this, right now.”
“I’m powerless to say no to you, Elizabeth.”
“Lizzie,” I corrected, because it was time he used the name I’d been answering to since things happened. He nodded slowly.
“Lizzie.”
“Powerless, huh? I’m not forcing you though,” I said firmly, “if we’re doing this, it’s because we both want it, right?”
“Fuck yes,” he breathed out, his hands lowering as he stopped holding back.
“I need your cock. I need to ride you, and take back my body, with you.”
“I’m all yours, Lizzie. You lead, and I’ll follow.”
That was all I needed to hear. I leaned down and kissed him again, my hands sliding up his chest, parting that leather cut and giving me access to the firm muscles in his chest. Manual labour had its perks, and I was running my fingers over those perks right now.
“Undress,” I said suddenly, not content with clothing being in our way anymore.
I moved off of him, staying low on my knees, so nobody could see me, and started removing my boots and jeans.
I realised, with a wicked little giggle, that I wanted him completely naked, but he’d only get to see my lower half, and only as much as he could see once I was on top of him.
His firm chest and stomach were revealed to me, tattoos emblazoned across his skin, one large patch completely covered with dark ink, a black hole in amongst the colourful tapestry of his body.
“What’s… what happened here?”
He grunted as he shoved his jeans off, revealing a very hard cock, ready and waiting for me.
“Old ink. Didn’t want it on my body anymore.” He pointed to the Phoenix ink on his upper arm.
“This is the only club I want on my skin.”
Oh. It made sense now.
He watched me crawl back over him, dragging my heated pussy over his rigid cock, his groan rumbling through him, and into me. I could feel his body trembling beneath mine, could feel his nerves as his eyes stayed focused on mine, being ever watchful, ever concerned.
I reached out for his hands and he gave them to me willingly, so I rested them on my thighs, and he groaned again, his fingers tightening over my skin, the tips digging in just enough to tantalise me.
This should have happened a year ago, but now we were finally getting our first time together. The first of many, I hoped.
I reached down and grasped his thick cock, stroking it softly as he cursed under his breath, his body twitching at my touch.
“I’m ready,” I whispered to myself, lifting up on my knees as his hand shot out to catch mine, gripping my fingers around his shaft.
“It’s okay if you’re not. We can stop.”
I shook my head. “No. I want this. I want it right now. I want you. We’re finishing that night the way it should have finished, with you deep inside me.”
I rubbed the head of his cock back and forth, teasing my clit, and coating it in the wetness my body was producing for him. Thank god. I was going to need it. He was my first in over a year.
I eased him inside me and started to lower down onto him, both of us moaning at the sensation of him filling me, me enveloping him. He was big. Deliciously big, filling and stretching me as I finally settled against him, taking him as deep as possible.
“Oh god,” I whimpered, and his hands cupped my face again.
“Shhh it’s okay. You’re taking what you need. When you want to stop, you stop.”
I felt a rush of anger, grabbing his hands and pressing them back down on my thighs where I wanted them.
“I know!” I hissed at him, surprised to see him grinning up at me.
“That’s my girl. Taking me like I’m hers,” he sobered suddenly, “because I am, Lizzie. I was always yours.”
He pushed up to bring his lips to mine, one hand cupping the back of my head, as the other braced his weight.
“It was always you,” he whispered against my lips, kissing me once more, and then he released me, lowering back down to rest his hands on my thighs where I’d demanded he keep them.
“Take me, baby. My body is yours to enjoy.”
Enjoy. Yes, that’s what I want right now. I rested my hands over his, rocking my hips experimentally, wrenching a shudder from him, and sending a tingle up from my clit as it rubbed against his body. Oh god yes.
I grabbed his hands, setting them on my hips so I could lean forward and rest mine on his firm chest, giving me an anchor to rise and fall against, my hips moving faster as the friction began to send more tingles through my body. This was what I needed. Only he could give me this. Only ever him.
I was riding him harder now, my body crashing against his as his thick cock was driven deep inside me over and over, and he was grunting and groaning with need and pleasure, his fingers biting into my hips as his started to move too, fucking me from below as I took him.
“Oh god, oh god,” I kept murmuring, my legs starting to tremble and burn with the exertion, while every sensation seemed to combine into rising pleasure, my skin heating and tingling as my orgasm built, and kept building.
“Jesus, Lizzie, I’m… I can’t hold on,” he muttered between panting breaths as we rode each other to our pleasure, his surging just seconds before the dam broke, and heated bliss washed through my body, whiting out my brain, my sight, everything, for the few seconds that felt like forever, as we took back the night for ourselves.
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight against his chest as we both breathed hard, and then he was moving, rolling us until the bedding was wrapped around our cooling bodies, and we were still joined so intimately, side by side, eyes on each other.
We did it. We just made love, and the lingering aftershocks of pleasure still rippled and teased as we stared at each other, struck silent by the moment. By the way it felt like we had always been inevitable. I was his and he was mine. My biker guy. My dream man. My everything.
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