Biker's Claim: A Bad Boy Romance (Demons MC) (Contains bonus book Cocked!) (8 page)

I
didn’t have
time to tell him not to come in.

Or maybe I just didn’t want to.

But as soon as he was standing there staring at me, I knew I wasn’t turning back. I’d had my hand between my legs, just starting to rub my soaked clit while thinking about Clutch’s strong body, and then suddenly he showed up.

I wasn’t saying no; I wasn’t telling him to leave. Part of me knew that I should, but I couldn’t. He just walked over to me and pulled me toward him.

When he kissed me, it drove my whole body absolutely wild.

I had been wet already from touching myself a little and from thinking about him, but I was absolutely soaking wet the second his strong hands grabbed me and pulled me to the edge of the bed.

He kissed me hard, and I pushed away all those negative thoughts, every part of me that knew this was a mistake. I pushed it all away and kissed him back, letting my tongue touch his, passion rolling through my body.

His lips found my neck, my mouth. “What were you thinking about?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I said.

“You were thinking about my fucking cock,” he said. “You were thinking about sliding that tight cunt down my cock, moaning my name, coming hard and fast.”

“No,” I lied.

“You were rubbing that little pussy of yours and thinking about me just in the other room.” I felt his hands run down my body and press between my legs. I gasped as he touched my clit. “You’re absolutely dripping, you dirty girl. You must really like imagining how I’d fuck you.”

“Oh shit, Clutch,” I groaned.

“That’s right,” he said. “Say my fucking name. You don’t have to imagine it anymore.”

His fingers moved along my clit, sliding along my skin and rolling along me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I groaned as he slid his fingers inside me, fucking my pussy, moving in deeper.

“Fuck, Janine. Your tight cunt is perfect,” he said. “Everything about you drives me fucking insane.”

“Clutch, that feels good, right there,” I moaned.

I could practically feel his grin. “You want me to keep doing that?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

He stopped and kissed my mouth. I groaned, pulling at him.

“Oh, you want this again?” he teased.

“Don’t,” I said.

He laughed and pressed his fingers back inside me, moving deep in and out. I groaned, spreading my legs wider, and leaned back on my hands. He kissed my neck, fucking my pussy, rolling his fingers out along my clit and back inside me.

“This body was built for sex,” he whispered. “Every inch of you was made to take this cock.”

I was losing myself in the blissful intensity as he pushed me to the edge. He kept working my pussy with his fingers, whispering in my ear.

“Your tight pussy is begging to get fucked; you know that? You want to get filled up by some dangerous cock. I know you want this big, bad dick.”

“Just don’t stop,” I said.

“I can’t stop. Once I get a taste of this cunt, I can’t ever stop.”

He suddenly grabbed my shirt and pulled it off me, tossing it aside. My hair spilled down around my shoulders as he kissed my chest, teased my nipples, and found my clit again with his fingers.

“God, this fucking body,” he said. “I want to see you sweat. I want to watch you come.”

He pushed me back, moving my hands out from behind me. He moved on top of me, pinning me down, and kissed my neck.

“Are you worried?” he asked.

“About what?”

“That once you get a taste of what I can do to you, maybe you’ll never be able to give it up.”

I gasped as his fingers pressed inside me, my back arching.

Yes, I wanted to say yes. I was afraid. I was afraid that I already knew I couldn’t stop myself around him, even when I needed to control it.

But I couldn’t say that. Instead, I just moaned his name as his lips moved down my body, toward my stomach.

“You’re terrified that I can make you come as easy as breathing,” he said. “And truth is, I can. I know how to work your body, Janine, and you’ll never forget it.”

He dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed and pulled me toward him. I gasped as he spread my legs and then pressed his mouth against my soaking, dripping pussy and began to suck my clit.

“Clutch,” I moaned. “Oh my god.”

He sucked and licked my clit like an animal, eating me ferociously. My whole body went stiff, and I sat back up on my hands, watching his rugged, handsome face licking my clit.

His other hand reached up toward my pussy, and he pressed a finger deep inside me, making me gasp with pleasure. He pushed it deeper and kept licking my clit, working me, sucking and eating me. He began to fuck my pussy while he licked my clit, his hands and mouth so practiced, so strong.

I stared at him, shocked at the pleasure moving through me. I wanted him, wanted him so fucking badly. His mouth was incredible as he worked me, eating my clit and sucking me while his fingers fucked me.

I reached down and pulled his hair, moving his mouth back.

“Stop,” I gasped. “Stop. I’m going to come.”

“Good,” he growled. “That’s what I fucking want.”

He grabbed my hands and pinned them down at my sides as he pressed his mouth between my legs. He held me there, his mouth on my clit, hands holding me tight.

I couldn’t fight him, couldn’t move him even if I wanted to. I wanted to feel his cock, but I couldn’t stop this. He was determined to make me come, and if that was what he wanted, that was what he was going to get.

His tongue roamed my pussy, pushing deep inside me and then back up to my clit, working me, sucking and licking. I moaned and he held me there, his hands like two iron grips, keeping me from struggling away. I opened my legs wide for him as he ate me, working his tongue along me, sucking and licking, and pleasure rocketed through my body.

I began to work my hips in time to his mouth, rolling my hips against his face, his handsome face. He responded by eating me faster, his practiced mouth and tongue working my pussy, his hands holding mine down at my sides.

“Clutch,” I said, over and over. “Oh my god, Clutch. That feels so good. Please don’t stop. Please don’t”

I could feel it coming closer and closer, heavy and strong. He held me there and worked me, and I was totally powerless to what he wanted. My soaking pussy was his to control, and he worked me with his mouth.

I felt the orgasm tip and then push through me, rolling along me. I came hard on his mouth, and he held me there, never letting up. Even when I thought the orgasm was over, he kept working me, kept pushing me, and I felt myself come harder and deeper than I ever had before.

Finally, slowly, he began to finish, the orgasm passing through me. His hands released mine, and he pulled back from my dripping pussy, grinning at me.

I couldn’t help but smiled back. Bliss was running through my mind.

“You’re delicious,” he said. “Fucking delicious.”

“Holy shit, Clutch,” I panted at him. “That was amazing.”

“Damn right it was, girl,” he said. “And just the start.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I’m not sure I can handle more.”

He got onto the bed next to me and took my hair in his hand, pressing his mouth against mine.

“You can’t, but I’ll teach you,” he said after kissing me hard.

I put my hand on his thigh but he stood up. “Another night,” he said.

I cocked my head at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Have to leave you wanting,” he said. “Can’t give you everything right away.”

I laughed. “So now you’re withholding?”

“Something like that.”

I pouted. “Fine. At least I got what I wanted.”

“Yeah, princess. So did I.”

He stared at me again, this strange look on his face, and then he left my room, shutting the door softly behind him.

Once he was gone, the full realization of what had just happened came to me. I was claimed by Jetter, a powerful man. What I just did with Clutch was serious, technically cheating, though I wasn’t really Jetter’s, not really. Still, if someone knew about what had happened, if someone found out, things could be incredibly bad for us.

As I lay there alone in my room in the half dark, thinking about what had happened, Clutch felt almost like a ghost.

He had shown up when I wanted him the most and given me exactly what I wanted. And once he was gone, it was like he had disappeared. But my desire for him hadn’t gone away, not at all.

Though my rational mind was back and somewhat in control.

I got dressed and got under my covers. I couldn’t go out and face him, not yet. I knew that if I did, I might say something I’d regret, like tell him how badly I wanted him to fuck me until I couldn’t think anything again.

This was the absolute worst possible time for this to happen. Now all I could think about was how incredible he was with his mouth, and how amazing it would be to let him sink his big cock deep between my legs.

I shook my head, clenching my jaw.

This was exactly what I needed to avoid, and yet I couldn’t stop myself. I knew what I was doing when I’d started touching myself earlier. I knew he was right in the other room.

I had wanted that. I still wanted that.

I was going to have to get used to wanting, though, because I was claimed, and my options were getting more and more limited every day.

I
woke
up early and put on some coffee.

Janine was still asleep, or maybe she was just still hiding in her room. That was fine with me either way. I still had the taste of her delicious pussy on my lips, still had the memory of her body getting worked under my hands in my mind. She could pretend like that was some mistake, like she didn’t really want it or some shit, but her body told a different story.

The girl couldn’t get enough of it. I’d only given her a taste of what I could do if she finally just gave in and admitted that she wanted me to fuck her until she screamed. I wasn’t about to push it too hard, not yet, not when there was so much at stake.

She needed to figure out what she wanted herself. I could take her at any time, and fuck, I already had. But I needed her to beg for it before I really let her have what she really wanted.

After an hour I heard her stirring in her room. She went into the bathroom and started the shower. I smiled to myself and drank my second cup of coffee. She was avoiding me, but that was fine. She probably had a wet dream all about my thick, hard cock sliding into that tight, delicious little pussy of hers.

I watched TV, feeling pretty bored, while she got ready for work. Finally, after a half hour of silence, she walked into the kitchen.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Morning, princess,” I said. “Have sweet dreams?”

She stared at me for a second, and I could have sworn she was blushing. “I slept fine, thanks.”

I smirked. “What’s our plan for today?”

“I’m going to work,” she said, getting some coffee. “I assume you’re following me.”

“That’s the job,” I said. “Don’t pretend like you don’t enjoy having me around.”

“Been a real blast so far,” she said.

“Seemed to enjoy yourself last night.”

She gaped at me.

I laughed and stood up. “What, we’re not talking about that?” I asked.

“I thought it would be better if we didn’t,” she said, gathering herself.

“I’m not the type to pretend,” I said. “I’d rather just tell you how I was dreaming about that tasty little cunt all night long out here.”

“Okay,” she said, drinking her coffee.

“I’m glad you’re good with that.”

“Not like you’ll stop.”

“More like you want me to keep going.”

“We can’t keep doing this, Clutch,” she said.

“I think we can.” I stood near her, smirking, my cock hard, excitement pulsing in my veins. “I think we can do exactly what you want.”

“Take me to work,” she said simply.

“Whatever you want, princess.”

She walked past me, brushing against me slightly, and that just sent more fire through my body. I followed her out the door, smirking to myself.

“
O
kay
, princess,” I said to her as we walked up toward the diner, “I leave you here.”

She stopped, cocking her head. “You’re not staying?”

“Not today. Got a pledge coming to watch over you.”

“Oh,” she said, and I savored that disappointment.

“Don’t worry, I’m just getting some clothes from my place. Slip will take good care of you.”

“Okay,” she said.

“Have a good day.”

She just turned and walked off, and I watched her go.

I got back on my bike and headed home. Slip was already inside; I’d noticed his bike parked alongside the diner when we pulled in. I needed the afternoon to check in with the club and to grab some new clothes, since I was feeling pretty fucking grungy by that point.

Once in my apartment, I got into the shower. The warm water washed down my skin, and I couldn’t help but let my thoughts drift over to Janine.

I pictured her lying on that bed, looking up at me, biting her lip, her hand between her legs. She knew what she was doing as soon as she started touching herself with me in the other room, and in that moment, we both knew what she wanted.

My cock was hard in the shower as I thought about pulling her toward me, pressing open her legs, and sucking at her sweet clit until she moaned my name. I began to stroke myself in the shower, jerking off my long, thick cock.

The way she moved under my hands as I held her down, her cunt pressed against my mouth, it drove me crazy. I love the way she tasted, everything about her, the way she moaned and moved as I licked and sucked her. She knew what I could do to her body, and she was starving for it.

That was why she’d decided to touch herself in the first place. She wanted me to catch her and suck that sweet pussy until she came.

I wanted her, felt close to her in a way I hadn’t experienced, but I couldn’t cross that fucking line. Sure, I ate her pussy until she came, and we both loved it, but I wanted more than that, wanted her to give herself to me, body and all. We both knew she couldn’t, not anymore.

I kept working myself, jerking faster and faster as pleasure ran through my veins. I wanted to fuck that tight pussy rough and deep, make her take my cock like the dirty girl she was, make her become mine. She was fiery and tough, and I wanted to fucking tame her, make her mine.

I came, grunting Janine’s name. I came in the shower, thinking about Janine’s sweet body, the taste of her pussy.

I leaned back against the wall and let the shower water roll over me. What a fucking mess we’d found ourselves in. She was claimed by a very dangerous man, and I was nothing but her fucking bodyguard.

It didn’t matter. Sooner or later, I got what I fucking wanted. I knew she wanted it too, even if she was pretending like none of it meant anything.

I stepped out of the shower and toweled off, shaking my head.

I
pulled
up at the clubhouse and was surprised to see so many bikes parked outside, especially in the middle of the day.

I climbed off my bike and headed inside, pushing in through the worn door, and stopped short at what I saw.

It was packed, mostly with guys I didn’t recognize. They weren’t wearing any cuts, but they were clearly bikers. They were sitting around in groups, not really mixing with the few Demons guys I saw.

Dow caught my eye and nodded. I headed over and sat next to him at the bar.

“The fuck is going on today?” I asked him.

“Rebels,” he said, shaking his head.

“Shit.” TomTom slid me a glass of whisky, and I nodded at him. “Already?”

“Looks like it.”

“Thought Larkin would wait at least until the news had settled.”

“Guess he’s impatient.”

I took a hit of whisky, shaking my head. “Must be bad out there if he’s rushing it.”

“You didn’t hear?”

I shook my head. “I’ve been out of the loop.”

“Yeah,” Dow said, laughing. “Guard duty.”

“What happened?”

“Snakes ambushed a deal last night,” Dow said, “killed two of ours.”

“Anyone I knew?”

“New guys mostly. James and Parkey.”

“Knew James,” I said, frowning. “Good kid.”

“Yeah, well, James took a bullet in the head.”

“To James,” I said, holding up my drink.

“And Parkey,” Dow added.

We clinked and drank.

“So we got hit. So the fuck what?” I asked. “We hit them back. We don’t panic.”

“Been happening a lot more lately. You know that.”

“I do,” I said. “And I’ve been out there scouting out the fucking Snakes. They have weaknesses.”

“I know that.”

“I’ve been saying this for a while. We need to take this war out to them.”

“I think that’s the plan, brother.”

I nodded, looking out around the room. The guys all looked tough, like they’d been around for a while. There weren’t any green brothers in the place, which was good. We needed seasoned guys who weren’t afraid of a fight, not a bunch of green kids who would run at the first sight of violence.

But still, these weren’t Demons. They weren’t our people. They weren’t wearing the Rebels cut, not anymore, but they weren’t ours. Their loyalty was with Jetter, not with Larkin.

I stood up, patting Dow on the shoulder. “Gotta see the old man.”

“Good luck, brother.”

I nodded and headed back toward Larkin’s office. I knocked loudly and waited. After a second, I heard him call out. “Come in.”

I pushed the door open. Larkin was sitting behind his desk like usual, a glass of whisky at his side. Damn man could drink like a fucking fish when he was stressed, and I didn’t blame him.

“Clutch,” he said. “What can I do for you?”

I shut the door behind me. “Wanted to check in about Janine.”

He leaned back and nodded. “You’ve done a good job so far.”

“Thanks, prez.”

“How’s she been today?”

“Seemed fine this morning,” I said. “I have Slip watching her right now. He’s bringing her here when she’s done at work.”

“Good. Things are going to get more dangerous for her, you know.”

“About that.” I leaned up against the door. “You think she still needs me?”

“Why? You think she doesn’t?”

“I just mean she’s claimed now. Why not have Jetter watch over her?”

Larkin made a face. “I don’t trust that man, Clutch. I do trust you.”

“Good. I don’t mean to question you.”

“It’s fine.” He gestured at the chair. “Sit.”

I sat down. “I’m just wondering if I can’t help out here. With all these new guys patching in, you’re going to have a lot of trouble at first.”

“You’re not wrong,” he said, shaking his head, “but I need you to watch out for Janine. At least with you around her, I have one less thing to worry about.”

I wanted to tell him that he had plenty to worry about with me around Janine. We could barely keep our fucking hands off each other for starters.

“I get you, prez,” I said. “Consider it done.”

“Good. Word is out now about Jetter and Janine. Things are only getting more dangerous.”

“I’ll keep her close.”

“Good lad. Listen, go out there and make sure no trouble starts out. I’ll be talking to the new boys soon, but until then, I don’t want any violence.”

“Got it.”

“When Janine gets here, take her home. I don’t want her around these guys.”

I stood up. “I will.”

“Thanks, Clutch.”

I left his office then and sat back down at the bar.

So this was how it was going to be. I was watching over Janine, whether or not she was claimed. Larkin didn’t trust Jetter enough to keep Janine safe, and so I was being entrusted with her safety.

Which was very odd. Janine was technically with Jetter now, and it would be easiest for everyone if she got used to that idea. Larkin must have something else going on if he was still trying to keep Janine away from Jetter.

Maybe he was hoping Janine would change her mind, or maybe he had other thoughts. Larkin was crafty, cold-blooded and tough, one of the best men in the whole MC, if not in the whole damn state. If Larkin said it was the right move, well, I believed it.

But that didn’t make it easy.

I got another whisky and leaned back in my seat, keeping an eye out on the rowdy new blood.