Spinning Out of Control – By KL Hill #5
I find my rhythm, worried that she won’t answer me. I reach around and squeeze her taut nipples through her thin shirt, forcing her to arch her back even more. “ You ,” she whispers through what sounds like a sob. “It’s always been you.”
Jerking my hand away from her breast, I grab her waist and slam into her once, twice, and a third time. I roar, the sound echoing through my helmet as I come.
Hard .
It’s been years since I found release like this. Years since I heard those words come from the mouth of an angel. My angel . Years since I had let my happiness slip right through my fingers.
I pull her up and bring her back against my chest. I lay my hand across her throat, my length still semi-hard inside of her, already ready for another round. She rests her head back against my chest, her breathing heavy.
“Say it again,” I whisper, desperation coating every word.
She pushes away, and I let her. There’s no sense in forcing her now. She turns around, staring at her reflection in the visor of my helmet.
Yanking it off, I let it fall with a thud as I reach out and grab her delicate face between my hands, pulling her to me and kissing her deeply. My tongue sweeps through her mouth, tasting her. Her sweet perfume floods my nose as she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer.
I catch her lower lip in my teeth as she pulls away. Her wide eyes take me in, like she’s seeing me for the first time. Disbelief is written across her face in dark ink, but it slowly fades into resignation as the vibration of my phone cuts through the silence, washing it all away.
My hand itches to yank it out and answer it right away because I know I’ve run out of time, that the meeting is about to start, and I’m missing it. But I keep her wrapped in my arms, letting her warmth seep into me.
The vibration continues, letting me know the boss won’t stop until I pick up. Begrudgingly, I lift my hand from her and click the button on the earbud. “Hello,” I say gruffly, my frustration making the word thick and gritty.
“Where the fuck are you?” the voice on the other end growls, his tone full of rage.
“I told you two hours,” I retort.
“And I told you to get the fuck down here. You’d better have a fucking good excuse for why you’re not fucking here, Lucas .
” His words are amplified through the phone, and I know Callie can hear every single one.
My heart thunders in my chest because I’m at the same crossroads I was at three years ago.
Callie attempts to pull away, but I don’t let her. Her palms are firmly against my chest, and as I hold her in place, she watches me intently.
“I’m with her, and I’m not leaving. You can fill me in later, but I won’t fucking be there tonight.”
The line stays quiet for a moment. “ Her ?” His voice softens slightly. Even though he’s one of the fiercest men I’ve ever met, he was the only one to catch on to what losing Callie did to me. How it nearly killed me.
“You fucking owe me, motherfucker,” he bites out after a beat, making a show for the rest of the Brotherhood before the line goes dead.
Even with him on my side, I’m still going to get my ass reamed the moment I walk back into the clubhouse. And will most definitely be doing more than washing bikes as punishment.
She steps away from me, and suddenly, there’s a chill in the air, a reminder that I’m standing in an alley with my cock out. Pulling up my pants, I look at Callie and her silver-rimmed eyes. My heart lurches in my chest as she crosses her arms, a single tear rolling down her cheek.
“You…” She gulps. “You chose me .”
CALLIE
Luke closes the distance between us, cupping my face and wiping my rogue tear away with his thumb. His hands are the only thing keeping my jaw off the floor. “You chose me,” I repeat, disbelief dripping in my words.
“I’m sorry, Callie,” he whispers. “I should have done more for you instead of getting caught up in my own game with the Brotherhood.” He kisses me lightly, his lips a whisper against mine. “It was always you, Cal. Always .”
My heart bottoms out as emotions rush through me. “But why?” They are the only words I can seem to muster.
“Because you’re everything to me. It took losing you to see just how much I need you. I’ve spent the last three years looking for you, and I swore that when I finally found you, I’d never let you go again.” He kisses me again, this one almost bruising.
I press my hands against his chest, his heart thundering wildly beneath my palm like a war drum. Pulling back, I see his dark brown eyes have gone glassy, mirroring my own as he blinks back tears.
“I thought I could move on and forget you.” My words are as quiet as the breeze that swirls around us.
“I thought that enough pain and resentment had built up that it would drown out the memory of you for good. But Luke,” I choke out his name, “I was wrong.” My fingers curl into his shirt, desperately holding onto him.
He sighs deeply, pressing his forehead to mine as if my words are a relief.
“I don’t ever expect you to forgive me”—he takes another deep breath—“because I don’t deserve it.
I don’t think I can ever fucking forgive myself for losing sight of the most important thing in my life, for letting status get in the way. ”
His words suck the air from my lungs, pulling all my resentment along with it. My next breath is deep, and even though it’s rattled, it’s the first full one I’ve taken in years.
I tap the jagged scar that mars his otherwise perfect face. “Where did this come from?”
He runs his finger across it like tracing a line on a map. “I got this the night you left,” he says, his deep voice rattling me to my core. “It’s a reminder every time I look in the mirror of what cost me the love of my life.”
“Luke—” He presses his mouth to mine, silencing my words as his tongue sweeps them out, swallowing them whole. His large hand cups the back of my head, keeping me in place as we become nothing more than tongue and teeth until I finally find the strength in myself to pull away.
“I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you, Cal.” He squeezes my waist. “I’ll do anything to have you back in my life.”
“I’m not leaving Masquerave,” I say firmly, leaving no room for negotiation.
He shifts, the discomfort of the topic showing on his face, but for the first time, his lips quirk up into a smile. “I would never ask you to do that. I would, however, love for you to show me exactly what you do, since I didn’t get my chance the other night.” He winks, and my cheeks heat.
“I’m serious, Luke.”
Gripping my arms, he guides me back against his bike, my lower half bumping into the metal. “So am I.”
He brushes the hair from my face, and I relax into his touch, letting his warmth sink into my skin. Into my soul. “You’d really let me stay?”
His hand cups my jaw. “As long as you promise that I’m the only man who gets to touch you. Because you’re mine, Callie. Only mine .”
“It’s my home, too.” I avert my eyes, not wanting him to see the pain I feel. “The first one I’ve ever felt safe in.”
He stays silent but nods when I look back at him. “And it will continue to be your home until you’re ready to leave.” He shifts closer. “Until you’re ready to find one with me.”
I think over his words, and just as I open my mouth to give him an answer, my phone buzzes, the backlight lighting the way to where it still lies on the ground. Even from here, I know whose name is on the screen.
TASHA
“Fuck,” I gasp as I stumble to it and slide my finger across the screen, smashing it to my face. “Hi, Tash,” I say a little too breathlessly.
“Is the man who pulled you into the alley dead or alive?” she asks coolly.
I look at Luke with wide eyes. “Alive,” I say quietly.
“Then tell him that if he plans to stalk someone for two weeks, he needs to be more discreet. A motorcycle and shiny black helmet don’t give the anonymity he thinks they do.”
My eyes cut to Luke, but his gaze narrows on the phone pressed to my ear, as if he could melt it out of my hand.
“Is that why you gave me the night off?” I ask as every word drips with accusation.
She scoffs, and I can picture her waving her hand. “I couldn’t have him scaring off the patrons, and besides, that man has had you by the throat since you showed up on our doorstep. Either hate fuck him into oblivion, or get over yourself.”
I grip the phone tightly, my words coming tighter. “I’m fine, in case you were wondering.”
She stifles a laugh. “Oh, Callie, honey. Tony has had eyes on you this entire time. Biker boy wouldn’t have had the chance to hurt you.
Your little stalker seems to forget who runs this part of town.
” Luke stiffens, his nostrils flaring. “Now, stop giving Tony a show and bring that man back to your place for a proper fuck. And no refunds this time.”
Tasha abruptly hangs up, leaving me with my mouth agape. “Well,” Luke says, sounding like the devil himself, “you heard the woman.”
I stand in shock as Luke offers me his helmet, more than ready to take me on the ride of my life.
LUKE
I curl myself tighter around Callie as she sleeps soundly.
The setting sun creeps through the slit in the black-out curtains that cover the floor-to-ceiling windows of her apartment.
It’s been six months since that night in the alley.
And every day, I do my best to show her that even though I’m the top Enforcer of the Kings and right hand to the Sarg, she’s my queen and comes before everyone and everything.
Sarg has been oddly understanding, letting me in on the ups and downs the other members have had with their significant others through the years, but I don’t miss how he doesn’t elaborate on his love life.
Regardless, he’s been allowing me to prove to Callie that it’s not just me who wants her around, but the Brotherhood, too.
She’s powerful in her own right, and I know they can see her as an asset for their cause, the chance to have someone inside the most elite club in the city. But she’s not a fucking fool about their intentions, declining every invitation Sarg has given her.
It’s no secret where her loyalty lies.
So, instead, we’ve been utilizing all that Masquerave has to offer, and I’ve been enjoying every fucking second of it.
She’s introduced me to the life she’s built, the family she’s found, and the power she has both in and out of the bedroom.
I’m one lucky motherfucker for her to allow me into something this sacred.
And even though she seems to merely tolerate my existence, Tasha has greeted me almost every night I’ve been here.
Callie shifts against me and I nuzzle her neck, peppering her with light kisses. She moans softly and presses her ass against my already hardening cock. “Angel,” I whisper. “Do that again, and I’ll have no choice but to claim that ass as mine before you even open your eyes.”
She reaches behind her, palming my cock through my boxers. I growl into her ear, and she chuckles, the sound wrapping around me just as I am around her delicate finger.
The fucking things this woman does to me.
Nipping her neck, I pull her to me, grinding my cock into her.
She rolls toward me and pushes my shoulder, forcing me onto my back.
It’s when she straddles me that I notice she’s only wearing my t-shirt, her bare pussy pressing against my erection with only the thin fabric of my boxers between us.
Giving me a smirk, she teases her fingers along the waistband of my boxers.
“Not when I have the upper hand, lover boy,” she purrs as she slides down my legs, taking my boxers with her before removing them completely.
Her eyes rove up my body from where she is at the end of the bed.
“Hands above your head, and you’ll keep them there if you want this pussy wrapped around your cock. Understood?”
“Yes, my angel,” I groan at her dirty mouth, my dick throbbing with the need to have her on it.
“Are you sure?” She lowers herself down, taking just the tip of me.
I try to thrust up into her, but like always, she anticipates the move, shifting herself up with me, not giving me another inch.
She tsks, wagging her finger at me. “Now, that’s not a very good boy.
I should make you wait until you can behave. ”
“Please, Callie,” I say, pushing the words through my gritted teeth. “ Please , fuck me.”
She drops herself down, taking me in one fell swoop.
My head falls back, and I gasp at the sudden pressure, her walls clenching around me.
“I love it when you beg,” she purrs. In this moment I have no doubt her pussy was made for me as she continuously slides up and down my shaft, grinding her clit against me.
I know she’s about to come as her movements become erratic, and we walk the edge together this time.
“Luke,” she gasps as her walls clench around me, her nails digging into my skin as her orgasm rocks through her body.
It throws us both over the edge, right into the depths of oblivion.
I grip the bottom of the metal headboard, the need to touch her making me come even harder as I thrust up into her.
We are both breathless as she lowers herself down onto my chest, her hair a curtain around us as she grabs my face and kisses me deeply. I groan as she sweeps her tongue across mine, claiming me as hers.
Breaking the kiss, she runs her finger across the scar on my jaw and through my hair, brushing it away from my face. “I love you, Lucas Adler,” she whispers. “Every part of me belongs to you. I’m yours .”
My chest aches as my heart swells in my chest. It’s the words I’ve been waiting months—no, years—to hear again. I could see it in the way she looks at me, but hearing it from her perfect lips is like an answered prayer.
“And I love you , Callie Hansen.” I slide my hands over her skin. “You’ve always had me, and you always will. I’m yours, and you’re mine .” I growl out the last word as I wrap my arms around her and vow never to let her go again.
KL Hill has always been a maladaptive daydreamer with a boundless imagination, often lost in the wild stories she creates. Her debut MMF dark romance, Coded in Control, set in the same world as Callie and Luke, is now available!