CHAPTER 13
EZRA
Rough hands slide up the inside of my thighs and push my legs open. My hips wiggle slightly even though I have no idea why. My eyelids flutter, but I can’t quite pry them open completely. Not when it’ll be so much sweeter to slip back into sleep.
In my dreams is where those rough hands are gliding along my skin. I think. I’m pretty sure.
“Fucking gorgeous,” the words are rumbled against my skin.
I can feel the vibrations of his voice travel through my body. It feels so real. So real.
“Titus,” I moan softly and he grunts against my slick flesh in reply.
His tongue slides between my pussy lips, spreading me open and tasting me. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, my eyes open wide as I suck in a sharp breath. Gray eyes are looking up at me from between my spread thighs.
The sight is hotter than anything I’ve ever seen before. His shoulders are wide and his eyes are filled with heat. When his fingers dig into my thighs, like he’s barely holding onto the last shred of his control, I fucking gush.
He makes a sound which is half feral, half delight. When he spears me with his tongue, lapping at every bit of my arousal, my hips jolt. I love the feel of his large hands pinning me to the bed and holding me exactly where he wants me.
The intensity he eats me with is almost too much. He’s starving for me and doesn’t try to hide it.
My back arches while every swipe of his tongue, up and down my slit and then around my pulsing clit, pushes me closer and closer to the edge. When I’m teetering on the edge of bliss, about to fall over, I gasp out his name.
He growls against my damp flesh while plunging two fingers deep inside me. He turns his hand slightly and curls his fingers just right.
The tips of my fingers slide over the short hair on the top of his head. When I can’t grip anything there, my hands slide to the nape if his neck and my nails dig in. He groans in such a way that tells me he likes the bite of pain.
I’m more than willing to give him what he likes.
When his teeth scrape across my clit again, my back bows and I make a choked sound that is part yelp and all satisfaction. I come hard, the wet sound of his fingers sliding in and out of me, prolonging my pleasure, fills the room.
My body locks up and I stop breathing for a moment, the thread of how good it feels stretching, pulling, going taut. He makes little snarfing sounds that are both a little much and the last thing that should be sexy. And yet, it is.
He’s clearly enjoying his meal.
“Fucking delicious,” he rumbles as he slides up my body.
Once his hips settle between mine, he pulls his fingers free of my pussy and grips the base of his cock after sliding a condom into place. The crown slides up and down my slit until it finds my opening. He slides inside of me slowly, making me feel every inch of him.
“Titus,” I moan, my limbs wrapping around him, clinging to him, wanting him closer. “Yes, please.”
“You take my cock so well,” he groans the words in such a way that they sound almost painful.
“Fucking hell,” my words are breathless, “I can’t take it when you get all dirty mouthed on me.”
I can feel myself gushing around his length. His movements are forceful, like he wants to ensure I feel every inch of him. And I fucking do.
The chuckle that comes out of him is deep and I feel it where my tits are pressed against him. My hard nipples scrape against his skin, raking against the ink covering his chest. The ridges of his abs press against me, our bodies plastered to each other, feeling it all.
His hips roll and I meet his thrusts while moans and whimpers fall from my lips. My back arches with the need to be closer. I’m craving it.
“Fuck, you’re so damn tight,” he grits out. My walls squeeze around him, something ragged in his words stroking me like a caress. “Yes, just like that,” he pants.
My half-lidded eyes take him in, the way he looms over me, the way he cages me against the bed and makes it feel like he’s surrounding me completely.
“Such a good girl for me, Teach,” he rasps.
It’s almost too much. My eyes roll back in my head. I’ve only read about that ‘good girl’ thing, but hearing it? Yeah, I’m all in.
He chuckles again, dark and full of promise. “I can feel how much wetter you just got,” his words are almost taunting. “You like being my good girl?”
“Yes,” I yelp as he slams into me harder before pulling out slowly.
When he hammers forward again, holding still deep inside of me, my pussy milks him and we both groan. He starts to thrust faster, and my body finds the rhythm without needing to think about it. It’s natural.
He reaches between us, his fingers collecting my arousal from around where his length is stretching me open before sliding those fingertips around my clit. The kiss he gives me is all tongue and teeth, pouring his need into me.
I’m more than happy to take it. Take it all.
“Need you to come,” he growls against my lips.
Knowing just what I need to push me over, he flicks my clit while slamming into me and I shatter. My fingers dig into his flesh as I scream his name. I’m riding the crest of pleasure as he pumps into me a few more times and fills me as deep as he can go.
I feel each pump of his cum as he fills the condom. The tendons on his neck are strained while he makes a strangled sound in his chest. As he finishes, his body slumps slightly and I gladly take the weight of him.
He grounds me as I float down from pleasure that I’ve only ever known with him. When he starts to pull away from me, my fingers hold on tighter. With a small grunt, he flips us and my body drapes over him.
A small whimper leaves me as he slips out of me. We’re still breathing hard, but the way his hand slides down my spine is soothing in the perfect way. He touches me like he can’t stop, like he can’t imagine not touching me.
It’s a heady feeling, one which threatens to overwhelm me. I breathe through it, unwilling to let it make me question what is happening.
Titus has given it to me straight. He allowed me in meetings when I could have been excluded.
His touch turns idle and when I prop my chin on his chest, he’s already focused on me. I blow out a breath, something like dread curling in my gut.
I’ve been ignoring the elephant in the room since I woke up with his face between my thighs. Frankly, he made it far too easy for me to forget about being awoken in the middle of the night. Now that fucking elephant is tapdancing in the corner while wearing a tutu and holding sparklers.
It won’t be ignored.
Even though I’m not sure I’m ready.
“That dog wasn’t the first he had trained and sold,” resignation coats his words. “That’s all he’s done, sold a few dogs. Doesn’t make it right,” he mutters before I can.
I arch an eyebrow, my words a chastisement, “I was going to say that last part.”
One side of his mouth quirks up for a second before it falls again. I understand why. But I still reach for the joke in all the seriousness.
Titus kisses my forehead and whispers, “I’ll let you have it next time.”
I close my eyes and soak up the feeling of his lips on me. I’m weak for a forehead kiss. I wasn’t even aware I had such a proclivity, or that bikers gave them out. But here I am.
“So, it was about the dog fighting ring moving around the area,” I say it as a statement, not a question.
I hate being right about the dog and the whole thing being suspicious as hell. It brings me no joy. In fact, quite the opposite.
“You already know the evidence we found about Bobby.” He pauses and I nod. The transfers are definitely something I remember.
It never seemed like he had money and if he wasn’t spending it, the only reason I can think of is fear. Which means he’s working for someone with pull. And we still don’t know who that is.
“Did the carnie know who was buying the dog? Did he know anything?” I don’t try to hide the exasperation in my voice. I think it’s completely warranted in this situation.
Frustration fills me to the point that it makes me want to scream. But then Titus slides his hand down my back again. The feeling doesn’t go away but it does soften.
“No,” his voice is hard, “he didn’t have any information for us on that front. Whiskey is looking into his phone, but things were set up by people who knew people, the kind of line that isn’t straightforward.”
He lets out a weary sigh, and I just know whatever else he has to tell me isn’t good. Dread starts to claw at the edges, but I swallow hard and try to push the feeling away.
The only reason I’m able to do it is because I know Titus will protect me. Not just Titus, but the entire club.
“Tell me,” I demand while looking straight into his eyes.
I can see regret swimming in those gray depths, and it makes my heart pound in my chest. “After we got on the Ferris Wheel together, the carnie called Bobby and gave him your description. Regardless of whatever and whoever he’s involved with, Bobby knows you saw him.”
The knot in my stomach tightens and my body tenses like I’m going to leap off Titus and make a run for it. Naked.
Before my body catches up to what my brain is screaming at me to do, Titus tightens his grip on me. My eyes snap to his and the intensity there steals my breath for a moment.
“You will be safe,” his words are a vow. “I’m going to make sure of it. We’ll keep an eye out for Bobby and then we’ll go from there.” His gaze roams over my face for a moment, studying me or memorizing me. “Since we don’t know where he is, you need to stay here on club land.”
I pout and bury my face in his chest. I don’t exactly want to go anywhere, but I do like my home and my stuff.
I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get the crafts for my room done if I let too much time pass without making progress.
The last thing I want is to be scrambling to get things done at the last minute.
Been there, done that. It’s not pretty.
No one wants me disorganized and running around like a chicken with my head cut off. It’s a bad scene and everyone around me suffers. I tend to get snippy in situations like that.