Chapter 7
LINDEN
I’d slept better than I had in more than a year, but I still woke up groggy. And wondering why the mattress was so warm, hard, and uneven in the strangest places.
Then it all came rushing back, and my eyes flew open.
I was in Keegan’s bed, sprawled on top of his big body. My breasts pillowed against his six-pack abs, and my cheek pressed against his broad chest. One of my legs was hooked over his, like I’d claimed him in my sleep. And the bulge at my core was growing.
Heat crept up my neck when the sleepy fog cleared, and I realized I’d just instinctively rocked against his hard-on.
I swallowed against the sudden dryness in my throat and cautiously moved a little, acutely aware of how closely we were aligned. He was so much bigger than me, but it felt like we fit together perfectly.
I knew I should untangle myself. Give him some space before he noticed that I’d used him as my own personal mattress while we slept.
Instead, I stayed exactly where I was, savoring something I’d never experienced before.
But I shifted again, trying to ease the awkward angle of my hip.
It was a mistake. Or possibly my best decision ever, with what happened next.
His hand clamped down instantly, spanning my hip to hold me in place. A low groan came from deep in his chest. “Better not keep moving like that, little dove.”
He was awake. And fully aware of our situation.
My blush deepened as the realization settled in. He’d known exactly how we were positioned. And that I’d been moving against him like I didn’t have a clue what I was doing.
But he hadn’t pushed me away.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Don’t apologize.”
I stayed perfectly still, hyperaware of how completely his body dwarfed mine while he held me there.
My hips did the tiniest, helpless little roll against the solid heat of him before I could stop myself. The thin fabric of my panties and his boxer briefs did nothing to hide how hard he already was, pressed right against the cradle of my thighs like he belonged there. My breath caught.
“I warned you.”
Before I could whisper another apology, Keegan flipped us with effortless strength.
My back met the cool sheets, and suddenly, he was above me.
His broad shoulders blocked the morning light filtering through the blinds, his dark hair was tousled, and his green eyes burned down at me like I was the only thing in his universe.
My hands flew to his shoulders, but I didn’t push him away. “Keegan—”
“Shh.” He lowered his head, his nose brushing mine. “You moved, baby. Now you deal with the consequences.”
His mouth claimed mine before I could form another word.
His kiss was hungry, his tongue sweeping inside, tasting me like he’d been starving for it all night. I melted instantly, my nails digging into the thick muscle of his shoulders.
He kissed like he had all the time in the world to learn every sigh and whimper I could make.
One of his hands slid up my side, under the hem of the T-shirt he’d given me last night, his calloused palm skating over my ribs until he cupped my bare breast. I arched without thinking, a soft sound escaping me that I didn’t even recognize as mine.
His thumb circled my nipple, already tight and aching, and the gentle pinch he gave it sent a bolt of pleasure straight between my legs.
“Fuck. These pretty tits,” he murmured against my mouth. “Been dying to get my hands on them. So fucking perfect.”
I’d never been touched like this. Never had a man’s hand on my bare skin while he looked at me as though I was something precious and filthy all at once. My inexperience made every new sensation feel overwhelming in the best way. I wanted to hide and beg for more at the same time.
Keegan’s lips left mine to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. He nipped at the sensitive spot where my shoulder met my throat, then soothed the slight sting with his tongue. His hand left my breast and slid down until his fingers hooked under the waistband of my panties.
He didn’t pull them off, just slipped inside, his fingers parting my slick folds and making my breath hitch. “This sweet pussy is dripping for me, little dove.”
I nodded, and my thighs trembled around his hips. He circled my clit with one thick finger—slow, teasing strokes that had my back bowing off the bed. Pleasure built inside me, so intense I could barely breathe.
“Keegan, please,” I whimpered, clutching at his biceps.
“I know, baby. I’ve got you.” He kissed me again, swallowing every soft cry as he worked me with those clever fingers. Gliding through my wetness, he rubbed perfect circles over my swollen bundle of nerves until I was shaking.
My hips rocked up to meet his hand without my permission, chasing more of that dizzying friction.
“Fuck, you’re so responsive. Gonna make you feel so good, little dove. Come for me. Right now. Let me feel it.”
With his deep voice urging me on, I shattered. Pleasure exploded through me, and I cried out against his mouth as my thighs clamped around his hand.
He worked me through my orgasm, only easing from my panties when I was limp and panting beneath him. Then he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and licked them clean with a groan that made my cheeks heat even more.
“Sweet as fuck,” he murmured. “Gonna want this for breakfast every damn day.”
To my utter mortification, my stomach chose that moment to remind me how hungry I was.
“C’mon.” He gave me another quick kiss before tugging me out of bed. “You need real food right now, not sex.”
I tried a pout, but it did nothing to convince him we should crawl back into bed. Instead, we got dressed, but before we left his room, he reached into his closet and took out a vest that matched the one he’d just put on.
“You leave our room, you wear this.”
It wasn’t a question, and maybe I should have bristled at that…but I was too busy melting at the low, sexy tone of his voice. He helped me put it on, then guided me out of the room.
The clubhouse was quieter than I expected. And clean. As we crossed the lounge, it didn’t feel dangerous. The place was too lived in for that. Nothing like I would’ve imagined for where a bunch of bikers hung out.
Feminine voices and laughter carried from somewhere ahead.
Keegan guided me toward the sound, one hand resting lightly on the small of my back. We entered a large kitchen, where two women stood near the counter. Both of them turned toward us at the same time.
One had a toddler balanced on her hip, and her eyes landed on the cut I was wearing for a second, then she smiled at us. “Hey, Tomcat. Didn’t think I’d ever see you bring a woman in here for breakfast.”
“Ignore her.” The other woman shook her head with a laugh. “She’s teasing him, not you.”
“Stella, Maren.” Keegan dipped his chin. “Keep an eye on her.”
The first woman shifted the little boy to her other hip. “We’ll take care of your girl.”
Heat rushed to my face. “I’m not—”
Keegan reached for me, one hand sliding into my hair as he pulled me forward. His mouth came down on mine in a deep kiss, making no attempt to hide it from the women watching.
My fingers curled into his shirt before I could stop myself, my pulse jumping wildly as he angled my head exactly where he wanted it. By the time he pulled back, my lips tingled and my brain had completely forgotten whatever protest I’d been about to make.
His thumb brushed across my lower lip. “Be good.”
Then he turned and walked out of the kitchen without another word, the door swinging shut behind him. I just stood there, staring after him.
A quiet snicker broke the silence.
When I turned back, both women watched me with matching expressions of amusement. The little boy gave me a solemn look, then buried his face in his mom’s shoulder, like even he knew I didn’t stand a chance.
“Sorry,” I blurted when I finally dragged my attention away from the door. “That was unexpected.”
“Trust me, we’ve all been there.” The woman without a toddler poured a mug of coffee and handed it to me. “I’m Maren. Lucas had me just as off-balance only a couple of months ago. Not sure if you met him already, but he goes by Kevlar.”
“Connor’s version of subtlety for the past two years has been glaring at anyone who breathes in my direction. And since he’s the club president, it’s quite effective.” She shifted the little boy toward me. “I’m Stella, and this is Cadell.”
“Linden,” I murmured, suddenly aware that Keegan hadn’t introduced me before leaving. “Nice to meet you.”
Stella’s gaze flicked briefly to the door Keegan had just walked through, then back to me. She grinned. “You must be special.”
“I’m not sure about that.” I pressed my lips together while the memory of what had happened in his bed this morning replayed in my head.
Maren leaned a hip against the counter and smiled. “We’re sure enough for you.”
Stella nodded. “But you don’t have to define what’s going on between the two of you today.”
“Even though he already has,” Maren added with a wink.
This entire morning had been surreal. From waking up with Keegan beneath me to these two women who had known me for all of five minutes teasing like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Even with everything that had happened last night hanging over my head, the ache in my chest eased for the first time since Carson died.