Corrupting Cinderella (24 page)

Not good enough. “Say the actual words. Tell me that pussy belongs to me.”

She hesitates. I’m balls deep, fucking her half to death, and she’s embarrassed. It would be adorable if I wasn’t so desperate.

“You own my pussy, only you,” she says so soft and sweet.

Damn right. I take her lips, fucking her mouth with my tongue. My hips pump into her with short, sharp strokes. She breaks our kiss, breathing hard. One hand slides into my hair, nails raking against my scalp. Fuck, I love when she does that. My eyes close, then snap open when she yanks my hair back—hard.

“Tell
me
I own your cock.”

I chuckle. Look who’s not embarrassed anymore. “Yeah, baby doll, you own that cock. Now, come all over it for me.”

My filthy words set her off. I watch her face as she rides it out—lips parted, cheeks flushed, eyes closed. Squeezing me so damn tight, I’m about to blow. When she relaxes, I slow my furious thrusting.

“Don’t stop. Feels too good.” She moans the words, but I get what she’s saying.

Primal need wraps its arms around my chest. One minute I’m fucking her, balls tightening, ready to burst, that familiar zip of pleasure shooting down my spine and the next I’m sliding out of her slick heat and spraying her belly with my cum. I can’t stop. Don’t want to stop. My eyes shut as I ride out one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

Holy fuck.

Afraid of what I’ll see, it takes me a minute to open my eyes when I finally finish. There’s no anger on her face, though. She’s smiling, laughing a little, as she looks from the mess on her stomach to my face.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” I stumble out of the bed and stagger into the bathroom to find something to clean her up with. When I get back, she hasn’t moved, except her fingers are busy twisting and pulling at her still-hard nipples.

I’m barely going to have a second to clean her up before I’m back inside her again.

Later it’s dark, and neither of us can move. I think we’ve screwed ourselves into some sort of coma. My dick actually feels a little raw. I know I need to get up and feed my girl, but I don’t think my legs can carry me all the way downstairs. She’s fucked everything out of me. I’m drained. Zapped.

Stupid-happy.

She nuzzles closer to me, pressing her soft lips against my hip, snaking her tongue along the v of my obliques. “Mmm, I think this is my favorite part of you,” she sighs.

She’s so damn close to my cock, he jumps. Good to know he’s not dead after all.

Still kissing the area in question, she traces her fingers across the other side.

“That tickles, baby doll.”

She giggles, the sound vibrating against my skin. Making two finger guns with my hands, I place them at the spots she’s busy worshiping.

“When I was younger, I wanted to get a pistol tattooed on each side.”

“Oh, baby, you don’t need any help finding your cock,” she teases.

“Very funny. Come here.” With a final kiss in the crease of my thigh, her soft hair brushing right up against my dick, she crawls up and snuggles next to me. Except for her soft, steady breathing, she’s quiet, and I figure she’s fallen asleep.

“Rochlan, were you mad I went to visit Wrath in the hospital?” she asks suddenly. Her voice is still husky from screaming my name while I plowed into her from behind earlier.

Aw, fuck. My woman knows what’s going on in my caveman brain better than I do.

I give her a little squeeze. “No, baby doll. Not mad. Not mad at all. That was very sweet of you.”

“Okay. I thought…”

“What, honey? Tell me.”

“I didn’t know if I broke some secret, biker bro code, or something?”

I can’t stop laughing. She’s so fucking cute. Where does she come up with this shit?

Now she’s pissed, and she thumps my chest with her fingers.

“No broken bro code,” I reassure her with a teasing grin.

“Shut up,” she grumbles before climbing back on top of me.

“Hope—”

“Shhh…”

She shuts me up with soft kisses, and to my surprise, my cock reports for duty immediately.

“You have to do all the work this time, baby doll.”

She chuckles soft against my ear. Her silky hair all around me, sliding over my cheek smells so fucking good.

“My pleasure.” She reaches down and grips me, then lowers herself onto my abused cock.

“Ride me,” I urge.

And she does.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I think Rock and I spent over twenty-four hours in bed. Talking and fucking. Mostly fucking.

My legs are so shaky when we crawl into the bathroom the next morning, I worry I’ll slip and kill us both in the shower. He works me over good, and as soon as I finish, he’s sliding his thick cock out of me and coming all over my back.

I’ve created a monster.

But I can’t help but smile.

He cleans me up and pulls me to him. My back against his front. I arch and wrap my arms around his neck and he takes full advantage, cupping my breasts and gently tugging my nipples.

When we finally make it downstairs, there’s an odd metallic buzzing sound coming from the kitchen. We discover Rock’s phone—which he left on the counter last night during our frantic race to fuck each other’s brains out—has been ringing so much it vibrated its way into the sink.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters as he grabs the phone. Standing at his side, I see he must have a dozen or more missed calls.

“I better call back before they come looking for me.”

As he dials, I start preparing breakfast. I also guzzle about a gallon of water. Who ever heard of sex-dehydration? I set aside a large glass of water for Rock and point to it while he’s talking on the phone.

Judging from his end of the conversation, the hospital is releasing Wrath, and the guys have been calling him to coordinate the trip. A sliver of guilt pricks me. I hope we didn’t cause Wrath to have to stay in the hospital longer than necessary because we couldn’t be reached.

My sore lady bits are relieved we have a distraction.

After hanging up, he stares at what I’ve made for breakfast for a couple seconds. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be on the phone so long.”

“No problem. Everything okay?”

He eats quickly. “I gotta go pick him up. He’s being a big baby about taking a wheel chair home. Trinity is up at the clubhouse getting her room ready for him.”

I arch a brow, so he’ll explain. “Her room is on the first floor. She offered. I figure if he bugs her too much, she can just move into his room upstairs where he can’t get to her.”

I let out a soft chuckle at that. Trinity and I haven’t talked about her relationship much, but I’m curious how this is going to work out. I imagine Wrath is a handful. And by handful, I mean giant pain in the ass.

For some reason, I’m feeling awkward again. “Do you want me to come with you?”

“Yes. But you probably shouldn’t. He’ll be even more difficult if he thinks he’s showing weakness in front of you.”

Sounds about right.

“Besides cheeseburgers, what does he like? I’ll stop and get some stuff to welcome him home.”

“You don’t have to do that. Trinity and the other girls got it handled.”

“Oh.” Here I go feeling useless again.

“Hope, the only person you have to worry about taking care of is me.”

A sly smile curves my lips. “I think I did a pretty good job of that last night.”

He leans over and kisses my forehead. “Yes, you did.”

“I guess I’ll go home. I haven’t really been there much in the last few days.”

His face clouds over, troubled. “I didn’t say I don’t want you to come up to the clubhouse at all. Just don’t stress out feeling like you have to do anything extra.”

“Okay.”

When I arrive, my house feels empty. Why do I even bother any more? I should sell it and move to a smaller apartment. Just thinking about getting rid of the house I shared with Clay sends me into a crying jag. Settling into my bed to let it all out, I end up falling asleep.

It’s dark when I finally wake up. After searching all over, I figure I left my cell phone in my car. I’m worried Rock may have tried to reach me, so I hurry up to grab it. I also collect my mail, because I don’t think I’ve bothered to get it in a few days now.

My phone buzzes, startling me. Tucking the mail under my arm, I smile when I see Rock’s number and pick up the call.

“Where are you, baby doll?” His smooth voice tickles my insides.

“Home.”

He makes a displeased humming noise.

“Your home should be with me.” His voice comes through clear and certain.

I’m speechless, standing in my driveway like a moron.

“Hope?”

“I’m here. Did you mean that?”

He sighs. “Yes. I’ve wanted to discuss it with you for a while now.”

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Okay, we can discuss it. Face to face.”

“Fair enough. I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

“Come up here tonight. Things are a little nuts with everyone welcoming the big baby home, so I don’t want to leave.”

“I don’t mind driving up. Do you need me to bring anything?”

Another sigh.

“Rock, I pass a grocery store on my way—it’s not a big deal.”

“If you could bring up some six packs of Coke, that would be great.” In the background I hear someone shout “beer!” and then some static. He must have covered the phone because I hear the distinct yell of “shut the fuck up!” to whoever it was.

“Sorry.”

“I can bring beer too.”

“Just whatever’s cheapest for these assholes.”

I giggle.

More static, and it sounds like someone is trying to wrestle the phone from Rock. “Let me talk to her.”

“Hi, Hope.” Sounds like Wrath. “Why aren’t you at my welcome home party yet?”

“I’m on my way.”

“Will you bring me a bottle of Jack, sweetheart, please?”

I burst out laughing when I hear the definite smack of skin on skin and Wrath yelp.

“Fuck him, Hope. Don’t you dare bring that dick anything.”

I’m still shaking with laughter when I get in my car.

The Coke is easy enough to find. I buy a bunch of twelve packs. The beer is harder. I know jack-all about beer. I grab a few different cases of cheap stuff. And then because I’m a total girl, I buy a few of the more expensive six packs because I think the bottles are pretty or the names are cute. I figure in a house full of men, someone is bound to drink the stuff. I run through produce to grab oranges, lemons, and some limes for myself.

There’s a liquor store right next to the grocery, so of course I run in. Saying I know anything more about liquor than I do about beer is laughable. It’s almost closing time, but the owner smiles big when I bring up the largest bottle of Jack Daniels they sell. On impulse, I run back and grab bottles of Crown Royal and Jameson as well.

The owner cards me. Since I’m still feeling pretty haggard from the events of the last few days, that small gesture makes me ridiculously happy.

I send Rock a text to let him know I should be there in twenty minutes.

He’s outside waiting for me when I back my car up to the front steps. He jogs over to my window. “What are you doing?”

“Someone needs to unload the trunk. I got it all in there, but I’m not taking it all out.”

He snorts and opens my door.

“What am I going to do with you?” One panty-melting kiss later, and I’m wondering why I’ve been away from this man for so long. Reaching back into the car, I grab the two paper bags from the liquor store and haul them out. I hand Rock the one with the Crown and Jameson and keep the Jack. “Where’s the invalid?”

“Inside, soaking up all the attention,” he answers with an eye roll.

Peeking in the bag, he lifts his gaze to mine. “You didn’t have to do that.”

I shrug. He slips his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me to him for another kiss. “You’re so sweet, baby doll.”

The corners of my mouth lift at the soft, sexy tone he uses.

“Prez, you need me?”

Rock pulls away. “Axel, this is my woman. Hope, our newest prospect.”

I hold out my hand, and he hesitates before giving it a quick shake. “Heidi’s boyfriend, right? She couldn’t stop talking about you when we met.”

Axel looks extremely pleased and grins at me. He’s a handsome kid. If I were sixteen and had his attention, I’d be in serious trouble.

Rock shoves my keys in Axel’s chest. “Unload her car. Get Hoot to help. Then park it over there and leave the keys on my desk.”

“Sure.”

“Thanks, Axel,” I say because it doesn’t appear Rock is going to do it.