Intricate Love (Sinful Souls MC #2)
I am two hours into my study when I get a text. I pick up my phone and see Blake’s name across the screen, setting off a million butterflies in my tummy.
Blake: Almost there babe.
A rush of emotions start pulling at me as the idea sinks in that I am going to see him any minute.
Me: I’ll meet you outside; it’s too hard to explain how to get here.
Pulling on my yoga pants with my WBC T-shirt, I make my way down stairs while putting my hair into a high ponytail. I hear the bikes before I see them, I swear that sound is like music to my clit. The sound cuts off when I reach the doors. Pushing them open, I see Blake sitting on his bike, pulling off his helmet with a wide smile sitting on his lips. I run straight into his arms; jumping on him, wrapping my legs around his waist and kissing him like I hadn’t seen him in a century. “Hey baby,” he says, his deep voice pulling all sorts of strings deep in my soul. “Hey, how was your trip?” I ask, stepping back so he can actually get off his bike. Me and my damn impulsive actions. I think for a second that maybe I took that too far.
“Long, because all I wanted to do was see you.” he replies, pulling me back into him, grabbing my ass. Mmmm, this is exactly where I want to be. I see Zane roll his eyes.
“Come on, Romeo & Juliet. You coming or not?” he asks, looking right at me, obviously wanting to get out of here. He’s scary when he’s serious. “I can’t, I’ve got so much to sort out for tomorrow.” Did I mention that being a student sucks? I look up to Blake and see he’s clenching his jaw. I bring my hand up, running it over his jaw and down his neck; I’m waiting for him to pull away from me, but he doesn’t. The thought alone makes my insides jump up and down. “Do you guys want to come up?” I ask, looking into Blake’s eyes, which I haven’t been able to do very often because they are filled with so much raw, complicated emotion that it knocks me on my ass. “Yeah babe, we can do that,” he smiles down at me, running the back of his hand down my cheek. My face pushes up against his touch instantly; it’s a sweet gesture that leaves me feeling a little confused. Before I can explore those feelings, the front doors slam open again, revealing my half-asleep best friend. I giggle because she looks cute.
“Lain? What are you doing?” I ask, looking over to her lazily. Blake does crazy things to me. “Me? I woke to find you not in your bed, so I went to try and find you.”
I laugh and point to Blake. “This is Blake.”
“Hi, I’m Alaina.” She looks unsure. Alaina is different, and innocent in a way I guess, I have always felt the intense need to protect her like a little sister. “Blake,” he replies, smirking at her. I roll my eyes because I know he’s checking her out— It is hard not to; for one, she is from New Zealand, giving her an exotic, different feel about her. And two, she’s incredibly sexy. “What’s that accent I can pick up there?” Blake asks.
“A kiwi accent, I’m from New Zealand.” I can see Blake about to say something else, so I shoot him a glare. Alaina has not had the easiest life; she moved to West Beach when she was eight, she was shy and hardly spoke; a few girls tried to pick on her until I put them back into their place. Since day one I have taken her under my wing, I love her to bits. Blake must see the look in my eyes, so he changes what he was about to say.
“Well okay little kiwi, this is my brother Zane.” I look over to Alaina and see the blush that reveals itself on her face. I smile because I know that look; not on her, because she hasn’t actually had a boyfriend long enough to judge that by, but I know that look. This should be interesting. “Zane,” he replies, and for the first time since I’ve meet Zane Mathews, he looks interested in something. The same could be said about Alaina, she has always kept her head in her books and I have always respected her for it. She is strong; don’t get me wrong, the girl can hold her own, so I’m not worried about her and Zane as much as I was about Ade and Kalie. “Alright, nice meeting you guys. Vick? I'll see you inside?”
I look to her, and then look to Blake. “They’re going to come up, is that okay? It’ll just be for a little bit, I promise?” She shoots me more evil glares, and I think she just might kill me for this.
Walking back inside, I jump onto Blake, wrapping my arms around him. He laughs, walking off to my room; leaving Alaina with Zane. Oh please, she will be thanking me, I’m sure. When we get to my room, he places me down on my bed softly. “Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath, while looking deep into my eyes. I cock my head sideways, looking between his eyes and his lips. “What? What’s wrong?” I ask, smiling down at him. God he is beautiful; the perfect amount of bad boy, with the perfect amount of beautiful.
“Nothing, I think…” He presses his lips softly up against mine, with no tongue. He just kisses me. Getting in-between my legs, he pulls me towards him; putting pressure on the place that is absolutely throbbing for his touch, and I can’t help it when a little moan escapes my mouth. I fucking missed this man so much; it almost hurt to be away from him. He pulls away and looks at me, searching for something in my eyes. “What are you doing to me, Vicky?” I rest my face into his hand, laying a kiss on his fingers.
“I’m sure that the feeling is mutual.”
He takes his hand away and wraps it around the back of my neck, pulling my face to his so our foreheads are touching. “You know we can’t actually be together, right? Your lines are still where they should be?” Fighting the urge not to scowl at his comments, I nod my head.
“My lines will be fine,” I reply. Then he kisses me, using his lips to push me over onto my back, while he comes up to me; putting both his fists on either side of my head. He looks at me for a while, and god, I wish I knew what was going on behind those eyes. By the look on his face, it looks as though he is facing an internal battle. Then his eyes turn soft as a slow smile spreads across his lips. Reaching down, he brushes my hair out of my face and kisses me again, this time taking my left thigh in his hand and pulling it open so he is lying right against my middle. Would it be completely inappropriate to just rub myself against him until I come? Yes, yes Vicky, it would be. Instead, I start to pull his t-shirt and patch off him, throwing them onto the ground. Holy fuck, this man takes my breath away. He reaches down and slides my t-shirt off before getting up to pull my pants down. I arch off the bed to give him easier access; I feel so sensitive right now, I think if he touched me where I want to be touched, I might just explode. My breathing becomes needy as he slowlys slides his hands over my body, tormenting me. I look up to him, finding a cocky smirk on display all over his face. “This. Is mine for the night.” My belly flips at the beginning of his sentence, only to be shut down by the end part. Why can’t I be yours forever? Hooking his finger under my panties, he pulls them down in one swift move, leaving me naked on the bed. He drags my panties up to his nose, smelling them briefly before smiling down at me with nothing but lust on his face. Why did that just turn me on? Unbuckling his buckle, he pulls his jeans down, letting his cock spring free; I look to it with hunger on my face. God I just want to ravish this man. Moving back on top of me, he lays me down flat on my back, kissing me while beginning to make his way down south. My toes curl and my eyes roll back as he lightly runs his tongue on the outside of my cleft, while still running little kisses on that spot where my thighs meet my middle. By this point, I am panting like a sex driven maniac, because that is what he does to me. When he finally licks one light lick right over my clit, I scream out in pleasure. He begins his slow, torturous pace, making love to my pussy with his mouth; and after a few minutes, my orgasm slams into me at full force, making my body shudder in euphoria. He comes back up to me with a cocky smile on his face.
“That was fucking hot. Come here baby.” This man is going to be the death of me. He begins to lick from my collarbone up to my ear, as he is doing that he pushes into me. I throw my head back, getting lost in the feeling of his thick, large cock filling me; putting pressure on my g-spot with every thrust. I put my hands up to his neck, but he pulls them back down, wrapping them together and putting t
hem over my head. Are we really doing the fifty shades of fucked up thing again? I don’t think much into it because I’m too busy lost in the feeling of this hot as fuck man rubbing his dick flush up against my pleasure spot, there is no better feeling in the world; and I’m completely obsessed with having sex with him.
He begins slowly pushing in, and pulling out of me. I look up to him making eye contact and the look hes giving me right at this very moment, has me feeling like maybe his lines are getting confused just as much as mine. Then I remind myself that this is just sex, this man is sexing me, not making love to me. A few deep thrusts later and I am coming all over again, seeing stars. Holy fuck Vicky, pull your sex in line. I kiss him while riding out my orgasm. I slowly push at him, making the impression that I want to be on top. He rolls over onto his back while I straddle him. He laughs, looking up at me. “What? Is this you trying to take back control, baby?” I slowly smirk at his comment.
“You will never know, sweetheart,” I say, quoting his comment from Sinsation. He laughs again before pulling my face down to his, and we kiss for what feels like ages. The kisses feel intimate too, or maybe that is just my female brain over thinking the situation. He makes his way down to my breasts, putting each of them in his mouth; licking them both while looking up at me. Holy fuck. I start to ride on his dick slowly as he lays back down, putting his hands on my hips. I pick up my pace, and when he moans I swear to god, it is the sexiest thing I have ever heard. I ride him hard, both of us dripping in sweat until we reach our climax; I feel his dick twitch inside me as I flop down onto him, catching my breath.
“Holy fuck,” I say to him against his chest. I feel his hands wrap around my body before he lays a kiss on my head. “I know.” And with that simple reply, he gave me a hint of hope. “Are you going to stay the night?” I ask, climbing off him and noticing we did not wear a condom again; it’s a good thing I am on the pill, but the fact that he did not ask should worry me, though. He gets up and throws his jeans on. “Not tonight babe,” he says while he pulls on his clothes. My face drops a little; when he notices he comes over to me, hooking a finger under my chin and tilting it up to face him. “Don’t pout, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I drop my lip, giving him puppy eyes and he laughs while throwing his head back, making me smile.
“You’re fucking sexy cute, you know that?” He says.
I stand up to wrap my hands around him. “Then why won’t you stay with me?”
He brings my hands back down, kissing them gently.
“Because Vicky, because you deserve better than me,” He kisses me one last time, then walks out the door, leaving me there speechless. What the fuck does he mean, “I deserve better than him”? The man is giving me whiplash with his mood swings. Nice Vicky, just go and quote Twilight why don’t you, I think, mentally face palming myself. Deciding I am over this long ass day, I get back into bed and close my eyes; making myself shitty at the fact that I will be starting back at school in less than ten hours. Great.
Good genes
I wake up so early that it’s still dark out. “Fuck.” Tossing over, I pick up my phone and see that is 4:08 in the morning, groaning because there is no way I’ll be able to get back to sleep now. I sit up in my bed just looking at my phone. Pulling out my headphones, I turn on Metallica’s “The Unforgiven” while I try to forget my growing feelings for this completely complicated man. After five minutes, I decide I cannot sit still and I need to text him.
Me: I don’t know if I can do this.
I drop my phone back down, listening intently to the music playing through my ears. Getting up, I make my way into the lounge to watch some crappy early morning TV; and not long after I had sat down, there is a knock on my door. Turning the TV onto mute, I get up to answer it.
I pull the door open to Blake standing there, leaning up against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets; freshly showered in jeans, a black t-shirt showing his defined muscles, his cut and black combat boots. “Hey,” I say shyly, because I was not expecting him to show up on my damn doorstep. “What do you mean; you ‘don’t know if you can do this’?” He looks at me with his mouth set into a straight line. “Come in,” I say, waving towards the inside of my apartment. He walks in and sits on the couch, spreading his legs out.
“Do you want a drink or anything?” I ask him as I move towards the kitchen to turn the light off. Now the only light we have is the light coming from the TV.
“I don’t want anything to drink, Vicky. Tell me what you meant.” I sit on the opposite side of the sofa; not intentionally, it just happened to be where my body took me too.
“I- I don’t know, I’m getting confused with the feelings I’m beginning to have for you.”
He clenches his fists together on top of his knee while looking up to me. I swear this man looks sexy in whatever face he pulls. “Zane will be here soon, don’t ask because I don’t know.” Interesting, if I wasn’t so caught up in our shit, I would ask why. He throws his arms over the edge of the couch, looking over to me; a slow smile comes onto his lips.
“I won’t bite… hard,” he pats the spot next to him before biting his bottom lip. What the fuck, this man was born to turn women on, it’s not fair. I move next to him, without touching, until he pulls me on top of him so I’m spread across his legs. He puts his face in the crook of my neck. “Don’t think too much into this Vicky, or it will fuck with you, but for the moment know this; I can’t think of anyone past you, you’ve put up this invisible wall in front of every other girl. I see no one, and I want no one else on my dick, but you.” I smile at him, and then he kisses me on the lips. How the fuck can I not think too much into that comment, when he just said the sweetest thing I will probably ever hear come out of his mouth? “I’ll try not to.” He smiles a small smile at me; I wonder how his crazy ex-girlfriend managed to crack his wall down. Maybe we could exchange advice; she can tell me how to pull Blake’s wall down, and I’ll tell her how to not be such a disgusting slut bag. Rolling off him, I get up and just as I stand, he grabs my arm; pulling me back down to him. He pulls my lips to his, giving me a quick kiss. “Feel like a big breakfast?” I ask as I get back up, looking down to him.
“Always,” he responds, slapping my ass as I walk into the kitchen. Just when I get started on breakfast, I hear the door knock. “Blake? It’ll be Zane,” I yell out from the kitchen. I don’t really know Zane at all, and I know I have not seen him with any other women; but I wouldn’t be a friend if I didn’t remind him of exactly what would happen if he hurts my best friend.
Turning on my Bose sound dock, I turn up Snoop Dogg’s “Wiggle” while I get started on making breakfast, looking over to the lounge every few seconds to see the boys deep in conversation. Putting the bacon in the pan, I turn around to find Alaina standing in the lounge, staring holes into my head. "The fuck Vick, turn it down!" she moans, covering her ears. I turn to her laughing, "No can do sugar, I'm on a good vibe this morning; all I want to do is dance.” I drop it low and start shaking my ass in front of her grumpy face.
"You know I love you and all that, but if you don't turn it down now, I just might cut you in your sleep." I laugh as she walks back into her room, and a few seconds later, Zane follows her in. There it is. I dish out our plates, taking them into the lounge and sitting down next to Blake as I bite into the streaky bacon. Blake looks at me in amusement.
“How is it that you can eat all this, but never show for it?” I lick the fatty goodness off my finger, taking it deep into my throat. “Good genes?”
He drops his food back onto his plate and squeezes under my chin with one hand, pulling my face into a kiss. He skims over my bottom lip with his thumb, pulling it into his mouth and sucking the bacon taste off it. “Don’t ever do that sexy shit again, not in public.” Then he smiles while pulling his finger out of his mouth. How can that turn me on so much?
“You know—” I was just about to say something, until I hear moaning come from Lainy’s room. “What the
fuck?” I whisper to Blake. He shrugs his shoulders and chuckles.
“Don’t know what’s going on there, but Zane doesn’t usually sleep with the first girl he sees.” I take a bite out of my waffle.
“Is he a—” Blake cuts me off, shaking his head.
“Don’t do the ‘murderer’ thing again. Unless you want the truth?” he asks with an arched eyebrow. I think over what he just asked, would I want to know? Do I already know? I shrug, carrying on with my food. “Maybe one day. Not today though.”
After taking my plate to the sink, I make my way down to my room just in time to see Zane, who is walking out of Alaina’s room with perfect ‘just fucked’ hair. I decide that now is a good time to throw a little warning into the air. “If you hurt her—” I begin to say to him, before he cuts me off. “You will do nothing, because you can’t. And what I do with her is none of your business.” Cocky son of a bitch. I raise my eyebrows and cock my head back. “Like fuck I’ll be settling for that as an answer!” I say, spinning around as he carries on out the door; I notice he is not going to stop his speedy exit. “Just remember one thing, Zane,” I pause momentarily. “You’re not the only one who sleeps with a 9 under their pillow.”
He stops briefly, throwing me a smirk before carrying on out the front door. I make my way over to Blake, seeing an impressed look on his face. “Don’t go there Blake.”
He laughs while shaking his head. “I wasn’t going to say anything.”
A couple hours later, I decide to go in and see Alaina. Walking to her room, I swing the door open. Feeling a little theatrical, are we?
“Speak. Now,” I say after seeing her sitting up in her bed with a huge smile on her face.
“I’m pretty sure I don’t need to tell you anything, I think you heard it all this morning.”
She gets up and walks to the bathroom, so I follow. “Yes, I did. I don’t know Lain; I don’t know if this is a good idea, and Blake says he’s the tap and gap kind of person, not the ‘clean you up and lay your head down’ type.” Saying that was probably a low blow; but as always, my intense need to protect this girl comes in at full speed.