Until June

  Oh, God. Once more, those three stubborn words are clogging my throat. I want to say them so badly. I want him to know I feel the same, that my feelings for him have never changed. “I want you too,” I say, feeling like an idiot, because those words are not even close to the way I feel.

  “No, baby.” His fingers unhook my seatbelt and he drags me across the seat toward him. “You’re mine. I mean that in the most fucked-up, primal way possible. If it were legal to own you, I would.”

  “Oh,” I breathe, as he wraps his hands around the backs of my thighs and tugs me forward against the bulge in his pants.

  “Now do you understand what I mean when I say you’re mine?” he questions, moving his hand up my back and into the hair at the nape of my neck.

  “I… I think so.”

  “You need to marry me again. Maybe then I won’t feel as crazy as I do now,” he whispers, studying me. “Then again, I’m not sure there is anything that can change how I feel.”

  “Evan,” I whisper, searching his eyes, seeing how intense they are. I want that again. I want to be his. There is nothing I want more.

  “I love you, baby.”

  “I—” His mouth covering mine cuts off what I was going to say, and I get lost in his kiss, so lost that I don’t even realize we are out of the truck and in the house until I feel my back hit the wall and hear the front door close.

  “I’m giving you a head start,” he says, pulling his mouth from mine. “If you can get that dress off before we make it to the room, you can keep it. If you can’t, then it’s going to be used to tie you to the bed.”

  I gasp at his ultimatum. “I love this dress,” I declare, as his mouth travels down my neck, between my breasts, and then he’s moving the lace of the dress aside and his large hands cup my breasts in each of his palms.

  “I fucking hate these things. They are constantly in the way of what I want,” he growls, ripping the pasties off my nipples.

  “Oh, God,” I moan, letting my head fall back and my hands slide through his hair. His fingers work my nipples, pulling and tugging as his mouth slides between my breasts, tormenting me. “Evan.”

  “Go,” he says, stepping back suddenly, leaving me panting against the wall.

  “What?” I blink up at him, trying to understand what happened, why he stopped touching me.

  “Five,” he states, sliding his eyes over my face then chest.

  “Wh… what?”

  “Four.” His jaw clenches as he growls, “Three.”

  “Oh, shit.” I pull myself away from the wall and stumble, still half-drunk, down the hall, listening to him countdown behind me as I run into the room, trying to tug my dress up over my head as I go. Realizing that’s not how I put it on, I pull one hand out of a sleeve and then the other.

  “One,” I hear as a hand goes to my back and I’m bent over the mattress, my dress now down around my waist. Then the bottom of the garment is up and the cool air of the room meets the bare skin of my ass.

  “Evan.”

  “These are not even covering my pussy, June,” he mutters, roughly running a finger along the edge of my lace thong from my outer hip, down between my ass cheeks, and lower, grazing my pussy. “You have a beautiful ass.” His hand runs over the cheek soothingly, and my hands bunch the duvet between my fingers as I slide up on my tiptoes, tilting my backside toward him, silently begging him to do whatever he wants to me.

  “Give me your hands,” he commands, and my pulse speeds up as I release the duvet and put my hands behind my back. “You’re being very good right now.”

  Oh, God, his tone is doing crazy things to my insides, making me feel like every inch of me has been somehow lit on fire, and only his touch can put the inferno out. Feeling smooth material wrap around first one wrist then the other, I start to pant.

  “This dress is really fucking nice,” he states, as my wrists are pulled tightly together, causing my chest to arch forward and my cheek to press deeper into the bed. “Now I have you how I want you,” he mutters, as if he’s talking to himself, and my thong is dragged up higher between the cheeks of my ass, causing the material to rub roughly against my clit, making me gasp. “Stay just like that.”

  Breathing deeply, I hold my position, listening closely to him moving around. The sound of fabric hitting the floor registers, then soon, after one thud then another, which I know are his boots, metal clinks and more fabric hits the floor and a drawer opens and closes before I feel his heat behind me. His hands on my hips slide around my waist and down over the material of the lace covering my pussy. “You’re wet for me. Does being tied up and at my mercy turn you on?” he asks roughly, and I nod, breathing heavily and pressing my hips forward, needing his touch. “Tell me what you want, June.”

  “You! I want you,” I plea, becoming desperate.

  “You have me.”

  “No!” I cry, when his hands move back to my hips, holding me once more.

  “Tell me.”

  “I want you to touch me,” I whimper, feeling his hard length so close to where I need him.

  “I am touching you.” His hands move over my ass and down the back of my thighs then up between my legs, still not close enough to where I need him to be.

  “Evan, please,” I beg, feeling his fingers move the small piece of material covering my soaked core to the side, and my arms strain against the material of my dress as I try to gain more of his touch. My legs move farther apart and my ass tilts higher.

  “Beautiful, all you have to do is tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

  “I want you to fuck me!” I practically yell at the top of my lungs. “Please, fuck me.” I feel tears of frustration prickle the back of my eyes, but then he’s there. In me. Slamming so hard and so deep that my breath catches and my head arches back in ecstasy from the stretch and feeling of fullness.

  “Goddamn.” His fingers hold me tighter around my hips. So tight, I know I will be bruised from his touch. So tight that I can’t move, can’t do anything. I’m completely at his mercy. Then, my hands are grasped in his as he fucks me hard and fast, bringing on an orgasm that didn’t even get a chance to build, one that makes my knees buckle and my teeth sink into my lower lip so hard that I taste copper.

  I finally find my breath again, only to have it taken away when my arms are released and the feeling of pins and needles shoots down my limbs, and my body is lifted and placed onto the bed. My legs are spread wide with his hands on my ankles, holding me open, then his mouth is on me. His teeth and tongue devouring me like he’s starved for my taste, like he needs my essence to survive.

  “Oh, God, don’t stop. I’m so close,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes closed as my core contracts.

  “Give it to me. Rock that pussy. Get off on my tongue.” His words send me over the edge and I give him what he wants, not being able to stop myself, even if I wanted to.

  “Evan,” I cry his name, as my body goes limp and my eyes slide shut, only to shoot open moments later when the sound of material ripping meets my ears. “You ripped my dress.”

  “Told you I was going to. Now get on your knees and open your mouth. I want that pretty mouth of yours around my cock.” Energy from somewhere else moves through me, as the visual of me sucking him off filters through my brain. I roll to my belly then slide up on my hands and knees, moving to where he’s kneeling on the bed with his hand wrapped around his length, stroking himself. My core tightens again, and I know I want him inside me. But the need to taste him on my tongue is almost overwhelming as I crawl toward him.

  “Christ, you look like a fucking wet dream. Change of plans. Sit back on your knees and cup your tits.”

  The look in his eyes is one I’ve never seen before. One that makes me want to please him. So I do what he asks and rise up on my knees and slide my hands up my thighs, over my waist, and then cup both of my breasts, letting my head fall back and my eyes slide closed.

  “Spread your legs wider, baby. Let me see your pussy. Let
me see what belongs to me.”

  Sliding my legs wide, I tilt my head back toward him and try to open my eyes, wanting to see the look on his face, wanting so badly to see that I’m pleasing him. Then a soft buzz fills the room and his hand moves toward me. My eyes drop, noticing he has my small clit stimulator in his hand. The first touch of my toy against my clit has my hips jerking back. It’s too much for me to take, too much for my over-stimulated body to deal with.

  “Do not fucking move.” At his harsh tone, my body locks and my eyes meet his. It takes everything in me to keep my legs wide open for him, as the small vibrator runs against my clit. “Pull your nipples.”

  Licking my lips, I cup my breasts and tug my nipples, the sensation not as pronounced as when he is touching me, but I still feel the zing from my nipples to my core, causing a strangled cry to climb up the back of my throat.

  “It’s too much.”

  “Come for me.”

  “I can’t. It’s too much.”

  “I said fucking come for me.” His free hand wraps around my hair, tugging me forward, and then his lips are on mine and his tongue is pushing into my mouth, as I moan my orgasm down his throat.

  My hips buck, and the sound of the soft buzz disappears as his hand cups me over my pussy. My body is so loose and my eyes grow heavy as I’m laid back onto the bed. His hand is at my jaw, pulling down. “Open.” Forcing my eyes open, they meet his as he leans over me, running the tip of his cock against my lips. “Open, June. Don’t make me tell you again.” Shivering, I open my mouth and run my tongue around the crown of his cock. “Good girl, now take me deep.”

  I do. I open my mouth farther and feel him bump the back of my throat with each thrust. My body, which I thought couldn’t take any more, primes itself back up as his hand slide over my stomach and between my legs. His feather-light touch against my clit is giving me something, yet nothing at all, as I work him with my mouth and move my hands to cup his balls. His groans and grunts egg me on, making me want him to feel what I feel every time he touches me.

  He pulls from my mouth with a pop and I cry out, “No!”

  “I come inside of you.” He tosses my leg over his shoulder, and then he’s inside of me again, filling me, making me feel complete. His eyes lock on mine and his hands move, holding my hair away from my face, while his hips move slowly and his weight presses me into the bed.

  “I love you,” I breathe, wrapping my arms around his back, and my legs up high around his hips. “Oh, God, Evan.” My walls contract, and his hips jerk before pressing fully into me as he comes, leaving no space between us.

  “Are you still drunk?” The soft words are spoken against my mouth, causing tears to pool in my eyes.

  “No. Yes.” I shake my head and wrap myself tighter around him.

  “Promise me that you’ll remember saying it.”

  “I’ll remember. I’ve wanted to…” I pause to pull in a breath. “I tried to tell you.”

  “You have told me. In your sleep, you tell me every night.”

  “What?” I breathe, pulling back to search his face.

  “When you fall asleep, when I pull you into me, you tell me you love me, but even if you didn’t say the words out loud, I would know.”

  “I was going to write it down and give it to you in a note,” I tell him truthfully, and his body starts to shake above mine before he’s rolling us over, so that I’m draped half across his chest.

  “You were going to write that you love me down on a piece of paper and give it to me?” he asks, still laughing, and I fight my own smile, because it really does sound crazy.

  “It was April’s idea.”

  “Was she drunk when she came up with that idea?”

  “Um, no actually. It was before we even had dinner or anything to drink.”

  “Hmm,” he murmurs, running his hand up my back.

  “Did you really just rip my dress?” I ask, after a long moment of lying there, feeling his fingers run over my skin.

  “Yep.”

  “Caveman,” I mutter, while smiling into the skin of his chest.

  “Yep,” he mumbles back then rolls toward me. “I need to go let Ninja out. Do you want me to clean you up, or do you want to take off your makeup?” he asks, while running his fingers through my hair.

  “I need to take off my makeup,” I whisper, then lean in and press my mouth to his in a soft touch, saying, “I love you.” I need to prove to myself the words that came out earlier weren’t a fluke.

  “I know you do, baby,” he agrees against my mouth, before kissing me deep and long and so sweet that I feel it down to my soul.

  Chapter 12

  Evan

  Looking across the open room of the compound, I watch Jordan talking to one of the new guys. Since Nico talked to me weeks ago about him, I’ve been keeping an eye on the guy and have noticed on more than one occasion that he has been working his way through the club, talking to recruits.

  “That motherfucker is gonna end up in a ditch somewhere.” Harlen comes up at my side, and I turn to look at him. “I know you’ve been watching him too,” he mutters, taking a pull from his beer as his eyes slide to where Jordan is across the room. “I did some research and found out he was a member of another club, the Southern Stars, out of Nashville, just a few months ago. Word on the road is his dad is the vice president.”

  He’s right. That is the exact intel I got from Nico, along with Brew, whose crew, the Wild Hogs, have had a few run-ins of their own with the Southern Stars over the last couple years. Unlike the Broken Eagles, the Wild Hogs do have dealings in the shadier side of the biker club lifestyle, but they also kept to themselves and have been known around town to do more good than bad. Or at least that’s the image they’ve portrayed to the public.

  “I don’t trust him,” Harlen says, cutting into my thoughts.

  “I don’t either,” I agree, looking across the room to where June and July are playing a game of pool. My eyes constantly seek her out, not that they need to. I know where she is without even looking for her. I swear my body is in tune with hers, like there is an invisible wire connecting us.

  “Wes wants him out.”

  Fuck. I turn on my stool to meet his gaze once more. If he’s out, Nico’s whole case goes under, and as much as it shits me to break my word to Nico, the only way I can keep the stupid fucker around is to talk to Wes and the rest of the guys about what’s happening.

  “We need to talk, and we need to do that shit now,” I say, sliding off my stool. “Get the guys and meet me in the shop in five. I’m gonna get the girls out of here.”

  “Sure,” he agrees, reading my tone.

  I don’t even look back. I make a beeline across the room to June who is bent over the pool table taking a shot.

  “Hey.” She smiles when she sees me, resting the end of her pool stick on the floor.

  “Come with me,” I mutter, taking the stick from her hand and setting it on the table. Looking at July, I point at the ground. “Don’t move from here. She’ll be right back.”

  “Uhh. Okay.” July frowns, and I tug June’s hand, lead her halfway down the hall, and press her to the wall.

  “What are you doing?” she asks breathlessly, running her hands up my chest to my shoulders.

  Leaning closer, I move my mouth to her ear. “Get July and take her to our house. You girls stay there until I come home,” I instruct, moving my hands up the back of her shirt and running them along her smooth skin.

  “Wh-what?” She leans back, running her eyes over my face.

  “Get July and take her to our house. I need to talk to the guys, which means no one I trust will be able to look out for you two for a few.”

  “Is everything okay?”

  “Everything’s fine. I just want you girls out of here for a while.”

  “Okay.” She frowns then tilts her head to the side. “Are you sure everything is okay?”

  “I’m sure.”

  “Promise?” she asks sof
tly, and my forehead drops to rest against hers.

  “I promise, baby.” I mummer and her body relaxes.

  “Okay,” she agrees. I touch my mouth to hers before taking her back toward the pool tables, where July is now standing with Wes.

  “The girls are heading to our place,” I tell him quietly, gaining a chin lift before he looks at July and leads her out the door toward the parking lot, muttering, “Stay with June, text when you get to her house.”

  “You know I hate it when you keep me out of the loop,” she gripes, and he grins then leans in, saying something I can’t hear before kissing her pouting mouth. “You’re annoying,” she says when he releases her, and I look at June, handing her the keys to my truck since I drove us here.

  “Text when you get home and set the alarm,” I tell her, kissing her forehead then her lips.

  “I know, I know,” she sighs, then climbs up into the truck, which looks way too big for her, as July gets into the passenger side seat.

  “Drive careful.”

  “Maybe.” She smiles, starting up The Beast, slamming the door, and then rolling down the window. “I’ve never driven a truck this big. Maybe we’ll skip going home and take this thing off-roading and see what it can do.”

  “If you feel like getting spanked, have at it, baby.” I smirk, and her eyes light with mischief, which makes me shake my head. My girl’s a freak, and I fucking love that about her. “Be good,” I mutter. I watch her wave and back out of the parking lot. As soon as the truck is out of sight, I move to Wes. “Let’s go.”

  We head for the shop next to the compound. When we enter, all eyes come to us, and I move with Wes to the office while everyone follows.

  “What’s going on?” Wes asks, breaking the silence as Harlen, Everett, Zee, Mic, Blaze, and Jinx move around the room in a circle.

  “Nico approached me a couple weeks ago at June’s parents’ house and asked me to help him out with a case he’s working on,” I confess, and watch the guys look around the room. They all know June’s uncle. They all respect him and know what he does, so I’m sure they know exactly what I’m going to say next. “I told him I didn’t feel comfortable doing shit behind your backs, but he insisted I keep this to myself, and I agreed under the circumstances that I would unless shit got out of hand.” I pause and look at Wes.