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I’d never had sex this wild. It was just the thing I craved right now. Maybe I’d always craved it but hadn’t known. I’d been in the dark for so many years and for this one moment, I’d let myself feel free.
I felt the build-up slam into me. That piece of metal kept hitting the right spot and my whole body seemed to tingle all over. It wasn’t long before I was coming, clamping down on his cock and shaking so hard I could barely hold myself up.
He didn’t stop, only slowed down, dragging that thick length in and out of me to intensify my orgasm.
He hadn’t come. I wondered why that was. This had lasted longer than any sex I’d ever had before and I could say, I was shocked at the fact that he was still going. It was almost like he wanted to see just how many orgasms he could drag out of me before my body just collapsed.
I hummed out a satisfied noise, my eyes closed and my head hung down because I could no longer seem to hold it up. My arms shook and I let myself flop down because I didn’t think I could hold my weight up anymore.
“I think you can give me at least one more,” he said and I didn’t have to look at him to know that he was smirking. A cocky kind of smirk.
This guy thought he was God’s gift to women and maybe he wasn’t all that far off the mark. He clearly had experience. I doubted I was his first one-night stand. I imagined this type of thing was pretty much how he went through life, never attaching himself to one person for too long.
I wasn’t judging. Heck, with the way he’d just made me come, I wasn’t even going to feel shame that I was taking advantage of it.
I think I managed to hum again, but there was no way I could get my eyes to open.
I heard his chuckle above me and it sent a shiver down my spine. It was sexy and cute at the same time. He was obviously amused by the way I needed a moment and proud of the fact that he’d been the one to do that to me.
I felt his hardness leave me. I whimpered wishing it was back inside of me. I liked the feeling of him filling me up.
He was doing something behind me but I wasn’t sure what. I finally opened my lids and tried to see him out of the corner of my eye.
His gaze was down, and if I wasn’t mistaken, he was looking at his cock. The look he had on his face was almost twisted in pain and held a deep sadness.
As much as I wanted to let myself wonder what was going on in his head, I didn’t. I couldn’t afford to. This wasn’t about that.
His eyes jerked up as if he could feel me watching him.
He shot me a lazy smile but I could tell it was forced.
Wherever he just was, wasn’t someplace he wanted to be. Nor was it someplace he wanted to bring me into.
“What’s his name?” he asked.
I blinked at him as his question registered in my brain. However, I couldn’t come up with an answer. It was like I didn’t know what he was talking about. My blank expression caused him to smirk harder.
“Guess I’m doing it right now, huh, baby?”
Again, he didn’t give me time to answer before he was flipping me back over and settling between my legs.
I stared up at him, unsure of if this was the best position. It felt too intimate. His eyes on me. His closeness. The fact that I could see his neck strain as he entered me again. It was too much.
“Fuck,” he breathed out as he finally settled deep inside of me. He stayed still for a long second, his forehead dropping down to my chest.
I had no idea what possessed me to run my hands up his arms and settle on the back of his head. It felt right to hold him for those few short minutes.
Locking his arms, he started moving his hips.
He mumbled something but I couldn’t make out the words.
Then like he snapped out of whatever state he was in, he started thrusting into me fast and hard. I took it, eventually moving my hips to meet his thrusts.
The moans spilled out my mouth. He seemed to grunt with every one that came out. His eyes were on mine now, the pupils blown wide, hiding most of that crisp blue color.
I came again, my whole body shaking and covered with sweat.
I watched him as he continued to pump in and out of me, the strain tight in his whole body.
His eyes went wide as his body began to jerk violently.
I half wondered if something was wrong right before I felt him swell inside of me. And then he came. It seemed to go on forever.
“Holy fuck!” he screamed as he jumped back, landing with his feet on the floor at the end of the bed.
I blinked at him wondering what had gone wrong.
“I came!” he said with so much shock in his tone that all I could do was blink at him some more. His eyes were locked between my still parted legs, however, I didn’t think he was really focusing on anything down there.
“That was the point, right?” I asked. I was very confused as to what was going on.
I looked down at his softening cock, noticing that the condom was quite full. At least it hadn’t broken. I’d worried for a moment that might have been the problem, especially with the twisted look on his face. Except, knowing that hadn’t helped me figure out what was wrong.
“I-I gotta go,” he sputtered out and began to dress in a rush.
I expected him to leave after. He didn’t seem like the cuddling type and in reality, I didn’t think him staying would really be all that good for me. It would only cause me to think and feel things that I knew I shouldn’t, because no matter how you looked at it, this wasn’t something that could ever go anywhere. So, I wasn’t mad that he was trying to get out of my room as fast as possible. But there was something in the way he frantically moved around that caused me to pause.
Something was wrong.
Had I done something bad?
He was out the door before I could stop him and I noticed he hadn’t even taken a moment to remove the condom.
The door closed with a soft snick.
I stared at it for far too long trying to figure out what the heck had just happened.
It wasn’t until the cool air drifted over my sweat-soaked skin, causing goosebumps to rise all over, that I flopped back down on the bed.
Well, I wanted an experience I’d never forget and I guess I got it.
And he promised me I’d forget my ex.
That part he had made good on because all I could think about now was what in the world I had done to cause such a crazy reaction.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sketch
Ever know something is wrong with you but you just don’t want to admit it?
Well, there was a lot of that shit for me.
As I tore ass back to the compound, I couldn’t stop thinking about how hard I’d come.
How I’d come, period.
It’d been a fuck of a long time since I’d done that.
Yeah, I know what the hell you’re thinking, and let me tell you, it wasn’t easy hiding my secret. I was pretty sure Blade had figured it out— or at least caught on to the fact that sex was never right for me. But I was almost positive that he hadn’t told anyone. That fucker didn’t miss much, but the good thing was that he liked to keep to himself.
This was fucked!
There had been a moment where I thought I might not be able to keep it up. But I had. Something about her gorgeous eyes had pulled me out of my head. And while I knew I shouldn’t have fucked her face-to-face, I needed to hold onto whatever that little connection was. She shouldn’t have been any different than any other bitch I stuck my dick in. And she wasn’t. I swore that all the way back to the compound.
Swore it until I nearly had myself convinced of it.
All I had to do was keep my ass away from the beach for a few days and I was sure she’d be gone. She didn’t seem like she was here to stay. More than likely decided she’d take a little trip to the beach to clear her head. Maybe I’d helped her in some way with that and she’d pack her shit and get out of town sooner than she planned.
There was absolutely no w
ay I could go back knowing she might be around.
Fuck.
Might as well make the beach off-limits for a good few months just to be on the safe side.
All I had to do was go back to fuckin’ the bitches that hung around the club. Yeah. That should fix things.
But as the next day passed, I knew that wouldn’t work.
Hell, my dick didn’t even want to get up now.
Even as I had two hotties running their long talons all over me and licking on my neck.
Fucker wasn’t stirring even a little bit.
And that was saying a lot because I could get it up during just about anything. No, I wasn’t braggin’, I didn’t mean that as a good thing.
One of them seemed to notice and with a sad, disappointed look, she slipped off my lap and went in search of someone that could give her the fuck of her life, since it was clear that wasn’t going to be me tonight.
“What’s wrong, baby?” the one left asked me.
“Got a lot on my mind,” I said and brushed her off as I got to my feet.
Nah, shit wasn’t working so there was no point in sitting here any longer.
Moments later, I hit my bed not nearly drunk enough to turn my damn head off.
I thought back to that moment not even twenty-four hours ago. The moment I saw the flush hit her cheeks. The second she realized there was no stopping her orgasm from rushing to the top. The instant she realized she’d never had such a thing like that in her life. It was hot as fuck and intense. I felt it. Felt the way her tight pussy squeezed me so hard that it just about brought tears to my eyes. That had to be it. That had to be the reason I came like a damn geyser. It had nothing to do with how she looked when she came. Or the sweetness of her scent that I never wanted to get off my tongue. Or the way she clung to me like it meant something to her.
I wouldn’t let myself believe that it had to do with any of that shit.
Sex might be more to some, but it would never be like that for me.
I was simply too fucked up in the head to ever let go enough to take some sort of pleasure in it. I had done too much. I was too tainted to ever get such a good thing. I didn’t deserve it. And I certainly hadn’t earned it.
No amount of scrubbing would rid me of the filth that I had ground into my soul.
Don’t worry, I didn’t get bent about it. I survived. So while I couldn’t run from my past, I couldn’t exactly hate it either. I’d been dealt a shitty hand from the moment the sperm came in for a landing. But here I was, living a life that I could actually be proud of. A place that felt like home more than anything ever had.
I didn’t sleep much, tossing and turning the whole fucking night. But that didn’t stop me from being lazy and not stumbling out of my room in search of food and coffee until mid-afternoon.
I got a cup of hot coffee and silently sent Abigail a huge-ass thanks. She always kept the brew fresh, mostly for Iron, I suspected. Prez drank it so much that I woulda sworn his blood was made of sludge. How the hell he drank it black was beyond me. I liked my shit sweet and creamy.
Just the way I liked my pussy.
Ha ha. Like you didn’t see that coming.
Anyway.
Once I had the liquid nearly white, I went in search of life. Not that I expected to find much given it was in the middle of the day.
I walked into the main area to find it a bit of a wreck.
“Where are the fuckin’ Prospects?” I muttered to myself.
Iron must have spent the night with Petra. If he’d been here, he woulda blown a gasket seeing shit like this. Cups everywhere. Beer bottles nearly on top of one another. Not to mention all the other trash that was around.
“Shit,” I mumbled as I went around the bar and grabbed a couple of big, black trash bags.
It had been a long time since I’d seen the place look like this.
A smile hit my lips at the parties we used to have. Sure, the place had settled down in the last couple of years, but I didn’t think I minded so much. Truth was, there was only so much settlin’ men like this could do and every now and then, it came to a head.
Hence the mess this morning.
Was I a little sad that I’d bowed out early?
Nah, because I always made my own party. Any time. Any-fucking-where.
Hell, all I needed was a couple of bitches and a few drinks and it was a good time.
I kind of liked the way things were now. With a lot of the standing members taken, it meant more free pussy for me.
I sighed, thinking about how all the easy women hadn’t helped yet. Not in all these years I’d been trying.
Nothing had been different until her.
Damn, I didn’t even know her name.
And it wasn’t like I’d ever see her again.
So I told myself to shake that shit off and move the hell on.
I knew part of what my problem was. That said, I wasn’t ready to actually admit it out loud. And thinking about it now was threatening to send me to a place I didn’t want to go back to.
I couldn’t forget my past. It wasn’t necessarily that I wanted to, but there were parts of it I wished I could escape from now that I’d managed to get myself a different kind of life. I was now living the dream, or at least my dream. I loved it here. Loved the life that I’d finally grabbed ahold of and found for myself. I even loved the people I shared it with. I did my best to let them know that, even if it wasn’t such an easy thing for me to do.
To show love, you had to know what it was first.
And I’d never had it before.
Never knew what it was or that it could even be a real thing.
I tried to clear my head as I began stuffing shit into the garbage bag. I didn’t want Iron or anyone else to see this mess and since I didn’t have anything better to do, I figured why not. I had respect for this place and pride too. I wasn’t going to let this shit go and I never minded doing the dirty work. Think that was why I finally made it here.
As a Prospect, I hadn’t minded takin’ the shit. Hadn’t minded being stepped on a little as long as I knew the end goal would be rewarding. The fact that they gave me a chance meant more to me than pretty much anything else in my life ever had. So yeah, I would’ve bent over, I would’ve crawled through shit, and I would’ve even licked their boots as they stood in it just to be a part of this club. Luckily, there hadn’t been actual shit involved. No licking either, in case you were wondering.
Since the place was dead quiet, it wasn’t hard to hear the sound of tires rolling over the gravel and dirt out front.
Fear that it might be Abigail, I dropped the bag and headed to the front door. I knew she’d been down here but with any luck, she hadn’t made it past the kitchen today. And I didn’t want her to see the wreck of the main room because I knew she’d try to help me. That woman did enough around here, she didn’t need to deal with this kind of shit too.
But to my surprise, it wasn’t Abigail that had rolled up.
It was the last person I’d ever think to see here.
I nearly had to pick my jaw off the floor when she stepped out of her car and locked eyes with me. There was a flare of stunned recognition in her gorgeous blue eyes, but it was quickly gone.
Since I was not only shocked, but also a little on edge since running away from her, I threw my walls up real quick.
I opened my mouth to say something real smooth that probably started with ‘hey, baby,’ but I was still dumbstruck by the fact that she’d found me.
I finally managed to get my voice working, but the words still sounded strained.
“Look, baby, it was a good time and all, but I ain’t into chicks stalking me.” I gave her a sly smile as I shoved my hands in my pockets. With my feet planted wide, I hoped I looked casual and a little intimidating.
She blinked at me for a few long seconds.
I hadn’t been wearing my cut when we met, so I was still on edge at how she’d found me.
And why.
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sp; That one might have been bothering me the most.
It wasn’t like I left her with any kind of warm and fuzzy feelings. I’d ran out of there like a crazy person that night, freaking the fuck out about how I’d come.
Yeah, that was an embarrassing moment for me. I’d rather put it behind me than have to face it right here and now.
“Sketch,” Tripp called out with warning clear in his tone as he jogged over. “Please just don’t.”
He shuddered for some reason as he approached us.
I looked back and forth between them as they embraced in a hug. Something that seemed so natural between the two of them. Like they’d done it a fuck of a lot before.
I didn’t know Tripp was seeing anyone. And if I had, I sure as hell wouldn’t have fucked with her.
But wait, wasn’t he trying to get up on some bitch the other night?
Not sure why that really bothered the fuck out of me, but it did.
“What?” I snapped as I took a step back. Tripp looked at me with confusion written all over his face and I hadn’t really realized that I’d let the word slip out of my mouth. “Oh, so you got it bad for the biker type, huh? Maybe if you’re lucky, we can tag team you. I don’t mind sharing.”
I shot her a wink, which strangely caused a look of disgust to wash over her face.
Good. Maybe she’d get the hint now.
“The fuck, man?!” Tripp barked. “That’s my mom you’re talking to. The fuck is wrong with you?!”
What the hell did he just say?
I had to admit, it took my brain way too long to catch up with what he’d said.
I fucked Tripp’s mom.
Oh shit.
CHAPTER FIVE
Melissa
To say that seeing the young man I’d slept with here was a shock would have been a vast understatement.
I had no idea he was one of Tripp’s friends.
“Well, stepmom,” Tripp corrected, though I knew it was hard for him.
I’d come into his life when he was just barely six. Since I’d been eighteen at the time, that only made me twelve years older than him. Hardly mom age, but from the moment his father introduced us, Tripp had taken to me like I was his mom. It was only when he was in his mid-teens did it become a little awkward. And that was only because of his friends having little crushes on me.