I lower my head; scattering little kisses down his jaw. He groans and his eyes close as I slip my tongue out and lick the soft skin beside his mouth. I move down his neck, kissing and sucking, loving the way his flesh tastes. When I reach the little nook between his neck and shoulder I open my mouth, and I bite him so hard my teeth nearly puncture his flesh.
He stumbles backwards with a roar, and with a smirk I get to my feet, backing up towards the bathroom. He glares up at me like a feral animal as he pushes to his feet and stalks towards me. He looks like a maniac, his hand pressed to his neck and his cock jutting out of his jeans, the piercing glistening in the light.
“You’ll pay for that.”
“You have to catch me first,” I taunt.
He lunges at me, but I step to the side, skirting around him. He spins, his hand lashing out and catching my wrist. I spin too, taking a step forward and wrapping my hand around his exposed cock, squeezing. “You hurt that, baby,” he hisses, “and there’ll be no fun for you and I . . .”
I stroke it, a little, and then give it a hard jerk.
His jaw tightens as he backs us into the bathroom.
I stoke again, and a hiss escapes his lips.
“Be careful,” he warns.
I squeeze, and his cock swells in response. His eyes burn with an intensity that tells me he’s going to fuck me hard, and he’s going to make it unforgettable.
Cold porcelain is a shock against my back as he presses me against the bathroom sink. He lowers his eyes and grins, spinning me around, forcing his cock from my hand.
“You’re goin’ to watch me fuck you.”
My cheeks burn red as I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror. My hair is wild, flowing down over my shoulders in dark waves. My eyes are bright, and my lips are puffy from being kissed. Krypt looks like the devil behind me, his eyes intense, and his jaw tight. He’s ready, and he’s going to make it count.
I shove my head back, hitting his mouth. He lets off a feral hiss and a droplet of blood appears on his full lips. Something comes alive inside me. His eyes flare as he reaches up, tangling his hand in my hair and shoving me forward, pressing my cheek against the glass. “You’re a bad girl, Ash,” he purrs against my neck. He thrusts his cock against my ass and I whimper. “You want my cock here, deep inside your sweet, plush ass?”
I stomp on his foot and he lets out a long, wicked laugh. He reaches down, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it up and down my ass. Heat floods my pussy and my clit throbs for more. He still has my face pressed against the glass as he torments my ass with his thick length.
“You protected, sweetheart?” he growls against me.
I nod.
“Clean?”
I nod again.
“Good,” he rasps. “So am I.”
Oh boy.
“It’s goin’ to burn, baby, but I can promise you this. By the time we’re done here, you’ll never see anything but me.”
Then he plunges forward, sinking his cock deep into my pussy. I cry out loudly, my flesh burning and stretching around him. He feels like he’s twice the size and thickness when he’s inside me like this. My body struggles to accommodate him. His lips touch my shoulder as he slowly slides his cock out and thrusts it back in, harder this time, so hard our skin slaps together.
“Motherfucker,” he gasps. “As sweet as I knew you would be.”
“Oh God,” I whimper. “Krypt, it hurts.”
“It’s meant to hurt,” he growls. “Pain makes pleasure feel so much fuckin’ better.”
He releases my face and stretches his arm down to find my clit. He gently strokes while he pulls his cock out and slowly inches it back in, letting me feel the burn. A fire ignites inside me with each slow thrust, and soon my clit is throbbing for more.
“I’m goin’ to make you wetter,” he snarls, pulling his cock out and spinning me around. He takes my hips in his hands and he lifts me onto the sink, spreading my thighs.
“Look at you, Ash,” he admires, his voice husky and low. “Look at your sweet arousal coating your legs.”
I stare down and he’s right; my thighs are damp from my arousal. I bite my bottom lip as he lowers to his knees in front of me before pressing a soft kiss to my clit. Then he’s sucking it. The man goes from ice to fire in a matter of seconds, and it beats me to know how he does it. He can be so hard and cold, and then suddenly he’s making everything disappear until all I can breathe is him.
He licks my pussy, devouring it, sucking, and licking until I’m shamelessly screaming his name. Then he slowly rises until we’re the same height again. He leans forward and I can see my arousal dampening his gorgeous lips. “Suck it all off, Ash. Now.”
My eyes widen. “W-w-w-what?”
“Suck your sweet taste off my lips.”
Oh my God.
My mouth drops open as I stare at myself on his lips. Then I think about taking his bottom lip into my mouth and sucking. My entire body shoves me forward, not giving my brain a chance to kick in. I am millimeters from his lips when I look up at him; his eyes are on me, his expression fierce. His gaze tells me to move it, so I close the gap.
I take his bottom lip first, sucking it into my warm mouth. He groans and his hands find my hips so he can pull me closer, until my exposed pussy is pressing against his belly, coating him. Oh God. This is so erotic, so dirty, and so indisputably wrong in the best possible way. Tasting myself on his mouth has everything in me wanting more.
I release his bottom lip and snake my tongue out, running it over his top one. His growls turn into feral hisses. Impatient, he pulls my hips forward more, and then he’s inside me again. A throaty moan escapes my lips as he begins fucking me; real fucking, not the tedious kind. No, this fucking is raw, brutal, hard and dirty. His hips slap against mine, his cock bringing the perfect kind of pleasure and pain. My nipples rub against his chest as I bring myself closer.
I take hold of his bottom lip, loving the way his chest rumbles in appreciation as he fucks me. I suck, lick, and devour myself off him while he takes me in a way I’ve never been taken.
I find my orgasm first. Heat begins rushing up from my toes until my entire body is hot, desperate for release.
With one more perfect thrust, I come. I come so hard my teeth sink into his lip and our feral cries fill the room. Then, in a blur, I’m being flipped around and bent back over the sink. His hands fist in my hair and he fucks me so hard my pussy aches in the most delicious way. I can see us in the mirror; we look like wild animals on the edge of frenzied passion.
“Watch me come,” he barks. “Watch me fucking come inside you.”
My eyes are on his at the exact moment he explodes inside me. His eyes almost roll with pleasure, hazing over as he goes off into another world. His lips part and his head drops back, feral hisses and groans escaping his lips as his thrusting slows, until he’s dragging his cock in and out lazily.
“Holy shit,” I breathe when he stops thrusting and his head finds my shoulder, his big body stretching over mine.
“Holy shit, all right,” he pants. “I’ve decided somethin’, right here and fuckin’ now . . .”
“What’s that?” I whisper.
“I’m fuckin’ keepin’ you, Ash. Because there is no way I can go through my life without feeling that kind of intensity again.”
My heart feels like it stops beating.
He wants to keep me?
What if I don’t want to be kept?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Cleaning up is interesting. I have our arousal all over my body, and so does he. His chest is still damp from having my pussy resting against it. We’re a stunning mess. Showering is the best option, so we both get in, our hands discovering each other’s bodies as we lather up and get clean.
When we’re done, I dry and dress, and Krypt pulls on a pair of clean jeans and nothing else. My breath comes out in a whoosh as I watch him moving around the room, his body so darned sensational I want to take my tongue to it and lick
every single perfect inch. He’s divine, like heaven wrapped up in tattoos.
“You hungry?” he asks when I come out, still drying my hair.
I nod.
He tilts his head to the side. “I scared you, didn’t I?”
“What?” I say, shaking my head. “No.”
“When I said I’m keepin’ you. It scared you.”
My cheeks flush. He walks forward, cupping my jaw in one of his rugged, rough hands. “I’ve never wanted a woman to be my old lady, and I’ve had enough of them. The minute I saw you, the minute you opened your mouth, there was something about you I’d never seen in a lady before. It’s not just about the fucking, Ash—it’s about the fact that you give me somethin’ no one else ever has.”
“You don’t know me, Krypt.”
“No,” he murmurs. “But I’m going to.”
“No,” I whisper, pulling my jaw from his chin. “You’re not.”
“You tellin’ me you won’t get to know me, and consider bein’ with me?”
“Why?” I bark, taking a step back. “You’re feeding me bullshit that I’ve heard from enough men to know it means nothing. You don’t understand me, Beau. Not even close. You don’t know what I’m scared of, or what makes me cry. You don’t know what makes me laugh or what I love and hate. All you like is that I’m sassy, and I made your dick feel fucking good. That isn’t enough for me, so don’t ask me to be something I can never be to you. I never have and never will be someone’s possession.”
I turn and walk out of the room, giving him no more.
I rush out of the house and past a group of bikers who fucking cheer and wink at me. Well, I guess the house has thin walls. I push through the front door and I see Maddox sitting on the stairs, watching Santana who is sitting on an old chair, staring out into the wilderness. He turns when he hears me, and his eyes narrow.
“Hey,” he yells as I rush past him.
“Eat a dick, Maddox.”
His boots crunch on the gravel as he follows me, and it takes everything for me not to turn and kick him in the balls again. His hand curls around my arm just before I reach the thick trees that I’m enjoying so much lately. He spins me around, and my face bumps into his massive chest. I shove at him, causing him to take a few steps back.
“Don’t touch me.”
“You and Krypt fightin’?”
I stop and glare at him. “Since when did we become friends? Newsflash, we’re not. I hate you. I hate him and I hate this place.”
Yep, that was petty of me, and I sounded like a small, pathetic child.
“You done?” he asks, leaning against a tree and crossing his arms over his chest.
I sigh. “Yeah.”
“Good. Now are you gonna tell me why you’re runnin’ outta there and he ain’t followin’ you?”
“No reason. It’s fine.”
“Darlin’,” he smirks, “the entire house heard the fucking he just gave you. Now I’ll ask you again: Are you gonna tell me why you’re suddenly runnin’ out the door?”
“He . . . he wants to keep me,” I say, meeting his eyes.
His brows go up. “He wants you to be his old lady?”
“He wants to get to know me more, so he can make me his old lady, yeah.”
“And you don’t want to.”
It’s not a question; it’s a statement.
“No, I don’t want to.”
“Why?”
I shake my head. “What do you mean why?”
“Why is bein’ his old lady not good enough for you?”
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” I snap, throwing my hands in the air. “It’s not that it’s not good enough for me, it’s that it isn’t me.”
“How would you know?”
“Jesus, Maddox, because I am not like the rest of those girls. I am free, I am independent, and I don’t do well with being told what to do.”
“You talked to the rest of those girls?” he asks, his voice still causal.
“No.”
“Maybe you should.”
“What good would that do?”
He steps forward, leaning down close. “A biker doesn’t just consider anyone to be his old lady. Especially not bikers like Krypt; he has never asked a girl to be an old lady. It’s a fuckin’ honor to be given such a role, and it’s not to be taken lightly. There are girls that would give up everything to be noticed.”
“I’m not one of them,” I whisper, staring into his eyes. “And I never will be.”
“Then you don’t deserve him, so here’s what I’m goin’ to tell you: if it’s what you really want, then you stay the fuck away from him. Krypt doesn’t need shit like this in his life; he’s lived through enough. You decide you’re too good for him, then you don’t put your pussy near him again.”
“I never said I was too good for him, Maddox,” I protest.
“Then what are you sayin’?”
He turns and walks off, not letting me answer. I drop my head against the trunk of the tree, suddenly feeling like an asshole for acting the way I did. It’s not that I don’t want to be with a man like Krypt, because that isn’t the case. It’s just that the idea of giving up everything to spend my life on the back of a bike . . . I just . . . I can’t.
“Hey.”
I lift my head to see Santana. She’s giving me a gentle expression. “Are you okay?”
I shrug, turning my face away from hers.
“I heard what Maddox said. He’s not right, Ash.”
I turn back towards her. “Isn’t he?”
She shakes her head. “No, he’s not. Being an old lady isn’t for everyone, and it doesn’t make you a bad person.”
I stare at my hands. “I care about Krypt, but he’s not given me the chance to need more from him. He took me from my life, and now I’m stuck here and I’m confused. I don’t know where I’m at. Then he loads me up with that, and it freaked me out. I am an independent woman, I love my job, and I love having a life. I don’t think being cramped up as an old lady is where I want to be . . . but it doesn’t mean that Krypt isn’t every-fucking-thing, because God knows, he could be.”
She smiles, touching my arm. “You don’t need to think about all this right now. The fact is, you don’t know him or the club well enough to make that decision. Get to know them while you’re here, but in the end, it’s your choice, Ash.”
“And if I fall for him?” I whisper.
“Then maybe your choice will be easier.”
I shake my head.
“You know what? Let’s go and get drunk. We both need it.”
I tilt my head to the side and smile at her. “You want to get drunk?”
She gives me a wicked grin. “I love to do what I’m not supposed to.”
I grin back. “I’m all in.”
~*~*~*~
Santana goes to the house and returns five minutes later with a bottle of tequila. We sit in the trees taking shot after shot, until we’re laughing and giggling like schoolgirls.
“I heard them saying you can fight real good?” she says, leaning against me.
“I can. I had to learn with my training.”
“I want to see you beat one of them . . .”
I laugh. “Ohhh, that would be fun.”
We fall silent for a minute before she shoves to her feet. “Maddox will have a fit when he knows we’re out here drinking.”
I raise my brows, standing too. “Why?”
“Because he’s an over-controlling asshole,” she deadpans.
I giggle. “He is.”
“Let’s go inside and torment the whores.”
I throw my head back and laugh, and then we both weave out of the trees and head back towards the house.
There is a drinking session going in full-swing when we enter. There are bikers everywhere and girls with no tops. I let my eyes scan the room until they fall on Krypt. He hasn’t noticed my entrance because there’s a woman serving him a beer, pressing her breasts against his face and giggling
as he bites her flesh.
My heart twists.
Why is it twisting like that? I just told him I didn’t want anything, and now it’s hurting. God dammit, I’m one of those girls. I shake my head, turning to Santana. She’s giving me a sympathetic expression that I refuse to acknowledge. Instead, I walk over to the large pool table in the living area and I take a cue.
“Who wants to play? I’ll take my top off if you win. If you lose, I get to kick your ass?”
A bunch of bikers laugh gruffly, and three stand up. I’ve not been introduced to them. One is an older man, around sixty or seventy. He’s got a long, grey beard and kind eyes. The other two are younger, both extremely handsome and buff like Maddox and Krypt. One has blond hair and dark brown eyes, and the other has long, brown hair and hazel eyes.
“We’re in.” Hazel Eyes grins.
“Are you sure about that?” I smirk, slinking over to the table. “I’m good at pool.”
“So am I, babe.”
My smirk widens and I flash him a wicked smile, before reaching for the pool cue. “What’s your name, handsome?” I ask Hazel Eyes.
“Ray.” He winks.
“And you?” I say to Brown Eyes.
He gives me a long, sultry smile. “Grimm.”
“Like the Grim Reaper?”
He nods.
“Nice.”
I catch a glimpse of Krypt as I round the table, and he’s watching me with a feral expression that makes it clear he’s not happy. I take the first shot, sinking some good balls, and the game kicks off. Ray is good, he wasn’t lying, and he manages to outdo me in the first ten minutes. We’ve bet on the best out of three, but he isn’t going to let me off easily.
“New rules.” He smirks. “Each time you lose, something comes off. Shirt off, sweetheart.”
I grin, drunk and no longer caring. I take the hem of my shirt and slowly, while swaying my hips, slide it over my head. I picked a good bra that pushes my breasts up. The bikers whistle and cheer as I lean over the pool table and keep playing. I win the next round, smirking with victory and doing a little sexy dance around the table.