I watched his face as he stared at my almost exposed body. When his gaze flipped up to meet mine, I felt like I’d been incinerated on the spot. In those emerald eyes, Hastie was fighting for control. My own lips flipped up in a devilish smirk.
“Naughty vixen,” he murmured right before he lowered his head and pressed his mouth over my silk-clad sex. Even through the material I could feel the heat of his lips. I jerked my hips up to meet his seeking mouth.
My fingers went to the edge of my panties, trying to remove the barrier between us as quickly as possible, but his hand once again stalled me. I whimpered in response. “What?” he said with a teasing smile. “Don’t like your punishment?” The question was punctuated with a smack on my ass that had me squealing.
Suddenly, I was being turned sideways on the bed, effectively restrained by one of his heavy forearms. With my ass poised in the air, I waited until his warm palm cupped me. This time there was no question that he could feel how wet I was.
“God-fucking-damn,” he murmured. And then Hastie bent down behind me right before his tongue ran up the center of my panties, leaving a glorious sensation in its wake. I couldn’t help the cry that escaped me. It felt so damn good!
The second pass of his tongue was pure bliss and torture rolled into one. It had me clawing into the sheets. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out but my heavy breathing could no doubt alert everyone outside of what we were doing.
In this position, with my legs pinned to one side, one thick forearm holding me down for his ministrations, I felt every excruciating pass of Hastie’s tongue on me. When he dipped down once more and stiffened his tongue so that it pressed against my aching bud, I could only writhe on the bed and moan his name over and over again.
He tucked a finger beneath the edge of my white panties and twisted the fabric so that it pulled tautly against me, adding more friction with each pass of his tongue. Just when I thought that my orgasm was within reach, he flipped me over again.
The bastard licked his lips once right before he dove between my legs and sucked hard on my clit through my panties. The pressure, the way his hands spread me wide, and the way he watched me the whole time as he sucked, catapulted me over the edge. “
Hastie
.”
I felt his mouth by my ear, hot and commanding. “That’s a good girl. Wanted to hear you scream my name all night, Indy.”
Holy fucking shit!
I was laying there feeling half out of my mind at what Hastie had just done to me.
But he was far from finished. His hand moved to the fly of his jeans. I watched on as he popped the button and rolled the zipper down to reveal his massive erection.
Figured he’d be commando.
All rational thought fled my mind when he gripped himself, his breath sawing in and out from between his lips. Just a few seconds before, I felt completely satisfied by the blinding orgasm he’d just given me, but now I wanted to know what he felt like inside of me.
Moving inside of me.
Lifting my hips, my thumbs slid beneath the thin fabric of my panties to pull them down. Hastie shot me a stern look that made me stop. “I told you they’d stay on tonight.”
“No,” I nearly sobbed. “Hastie, I want you. I
need
you.” God, he had me begging for it!
“Yeah, baby,” he growled as he angled himself against my body. I arched towards him, wrapping my hand around the girth of his cock as he pumped into my fist, each time pressing up against my clit. “I love hearing those words coming from your pretty mouth.”
Emboldened by his praise, I continued to murmur things to him. Some were words lost in the haze of lust and others were nonsensical things that would hold no meaning in any other moment. It was glorious, the utter rawness of it, the feeling of completely letting go and living in the moment. I was flat-out out of control and didn’t care who else saw it.
Hastie’s movements grew rougher, more frantic, and I could tell he was nearing his own peak with the way his breathing hitched. I removed my hand for a second, licked a wet strip over my palm and wrapped my fingers once more around him, squeezing tightly. Hastie groaned so loud, I could feel his shudders as he moved. “That’s it, Indy,” he encouraged. “Are you gonna come for me again? Show me how that pretty pussy wants my cock?”
His words, combined with his deep thrust that brushed across my engorged clit, sent me flying once again. A wave of molten glory washed over me.
“Fuck.” Hastie’s words were barely recognizable between ragged breaths. “You’ve come twice, and I still didn’t get to taste you fully.”
He tugged on my damp panties, still an ever-present barrier between us. “Next time you won’t be wearing these. It’ll just be you and me. Skin on skin. Matter of fact, I don’t want you wearing panties ever again when you’re with me.”
My breathy reply was cut off as his self-control shattered. I could feel the stain on my panties and an absurd part of me cursed the barrier once again, needing him on me, a marking of some sort.
One thing was for sure, this man was far from typical. Hastie had managed to break down the barriers I had placed around me. By now, sex with any other person would have turned awkward. I waited for the regret to surface, but when Hastie rose from the bed to clean up and grab me a glass of water, it still didn’t come.
I was strangely touched by the tender gesture. This biker wasn’t all danger and rough edges. He was considerate as well. Could things finally be different with him? They certainly felt right in this moment.
When Hastie returned to bed, circled his arms around me, and tucked me against his body, I stiffened. “Sleep, babe. Don’t think. Just sleep.” Then he kissed my shoulder and buried his nose in my hair.
We fell asleep that way, curled up in bed with the moonlight outside, casting a surreal glow in the dark room. Somehow, after an endless string of nights of not sleeping, I managed to drift off into blissful slumber.
And for once, I was happy where I was.
THIRTEEN
V is for Vanquished
Indy
H
ad I known that sex with Hastie would cure my insomnia, I would have jumped into the sack with him long before now.
As I lay in his bed, I did exactly what girls shouldn’t do when still warm from a man’s body heat. I compared Hastie to my past lovers.
Though he never actually entered me, there was still no question that Hastie was the best I ever had. His touch sent electric sparks through my system, and I could now understand why sex with emotions was mind-blowing.
And his growled words? Oh Christ, his dirty talk bordered on obscene!
Hastie pulled me close to him so that we were a pair of spoons. I thought it was a little odd that a tough, badass biker dude enjoyed closeness so much. He was constantly touching me throughout the night, grazing his fingertips along my hips or my face as if he was making sure I was still there. That I wasn’t just some illusion set in front of him to trick him. It was kind of . . . nice.
But it also terrified me to the point of madness. I never,
ever
told anyone how I felt about them. Hastie was the first and it felt both freeing and terrifying. As the haze of arousal lifted and clarity settled in, I wondered if I had revealed too much. Even now, in his arms, I felt vulnerable. Fragile.
On a sigh, I closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift.
Heaven would be this: I didn’t have bipolar and Hastie was just another normal guy.
I just couldn’t see how it would work. The chaos within me was enough to keep me busy. How could I handle the anarchy that Hastie lived in on a daily basis too?
I could fantasize about the notion of us being together. But hell had been chosen for us. We now lived in a world where heat suffocated us, death only a few exposures away. I was crazy, and Hastie was a thug in a motorcycle club. Life couldn’t get any more complicated than that.
If only this disorder didn’t have its talons in me, maybe I could be with him. And if we didn’t have the flares, maybe I could get some help and learn to fix myself. I could be free like the other women in Glory MC. I could be like Hanna, fierce and fearless. But I couldn’t be me and still be with Hastie. It was an impossible equation.
At least tonight, I had this.
I inhaled a deep shuddering breath, expelling the deathly thoughts from my mind. I allowed myself just a few more minutes to pretend we were different from who we really were before I silently left Hastie’s bed.
Hastie
Sunlight in my eyes woke me up. My arm automatically shot out seeking soft curves only to find cold sheets. I sat up with a jolt.
What the fuck?
Glancing around, I could tell from the stillness of the room that she was gone. Disappointment filled me. Indy had snuck out in the early morning without telling me. Following the sense of loss, came anger. Through the night, I remembered waking and tugging her closer against me. Did she hate that? Did I do something wrong that sent her running? I cursed, striding naked to the shower.
As the water drenched me, I thought about last night. I could still hear Indy’s sweet moans in my ears, could feel her exquisite body clenching and unclenching beneath my hands. Just thinking about it was getting me hard again.
A vision of her face came to mind when she asked me to kiss her. Even as she told me she wanted me, I didn’t want to do anything that she would regret or make her hate me later. Her absence now was exactly what I had hoped to avoid. How much worse would it have been if we had gone all the way?
Regardless, she had left this morning without a word. Not even a note to tell me where she was going. As much as I hated admitting it, this was the second time Indy had cut me deep in the last few hours.
I contemplated calling her, but decided it would be better to see her face-to-face when I asked her why she left so unexpectedly. The last thing I wanted was to make this feel like a one-night stand, but she had made it that way.
The chirping sound of my phone made me curse. I hopped out of the shower, soaking wet and grabbed it, hoping it was Indy calling to tell me where she was.
The voice on the other end was much too low to be hers. “Emergency at Cornwall,” Newt barked. “Get your ass over here.”
Cornwall was the border to Ward Four. What the hell was going on over there? A heavy feeling coiled in my gut as I realized that it could only be bad news. Dressing quickly, I hopped on my Harley and tore up the asphalt as I ripped out of there. At least Glory biz was one thing that could cool my anger before I hunted down Indy.
* * *
The sun was a blazing source of heat above us that didn’t help my already pissed off state. As I pulled up to the border that marked the end of Ward Four, I hopped off my Harley and joined the rest of Glory MC. “What the fuck is going on?” I asked as I approached them.
Lucky turned to me first and we clasped hands. Newt took a last drag of his cigarette before speaking, nodding to the motel across the street. “Got word that four of Brennan’s men are in there.”
Shit. Brennan really was an idiot.
Turning, I took in the motel. It looked like any other cheap ass motel with its off-white walls, inexpensive blinds, and reed thin doors. It didn’t seem like we’d have a problem bashing our way in. “Why are they here?”
“Suspicious activity has been reported,” Newt rattled off. “They broke our negotiation by crossing over without our expressed permission. That gives us a right to attack.”
By the sergeant at arms’ expression, Kitt didn’t seem the least bit pleased by that. “This asshole has some balls sending his men in here after our last meeting with him.”
Like I said, Brennan was an idiot. “He’s got no sense of responsibility. He knew sending his men here would provoke a war.”
“What’s the suspicious activity?” Lucky asked.
“We’re gonna find out.” Pulling out my pistol, I started crossing the street. My brothers jumped to their feet, following after me. “What room?” I asked as we climbed the stairs to the second floor of rooms.
“155,” Newt barked.
My eyes jumped around until I found it. Newt and Lucky separated as Kitt stepped back to kick in the door. The first one loosened the lock. I immediately heard a scuffle and curses from within. Good. They were in there. I nodded and Kitt kicked again, flinging the door open. Like your standard room clearing exercise, I turned into the room, bringing my pistol up, ready to shoot.
Three rounds went off in quick succession as one of Brennan’s men came charging at me with a knife. He dropped to the ground a second later. One down.
I heard hollering in the distance and realized that Newt and Lucky had caught one who had tried to flee through the back. Kitt was busy fighting another who was using brass knuckles. He swung, catching Kitt in the side of his face. I winced as metal met flesh. The guy had his face hit so often he could actually be classified as a piñata.
I stepped over to intervene, but Kitt managed a shot to the ribs that echoed in the room with a loud crack. The motherfucker slumped over, moaning and clutching his side.
Kitt grabbed him by the hair and dragged him out of the room. Neighbors came out to see what the noise was about, but none of them dared to question us. One stern look was enough to shut them up.
Newt and Lucky held the one who had tried to escape through the back at gunpoint. “Where’s the other one?” Kitt asked.
“I shot him,” Lucky said.
“You shot him?”
When I looked to Newt for confirmation, he simply shrugged his shoulders. “He came at me with a knife,” he explained.
Christ, Lucky was quickly earning the flash. Flash were special patches members wore when they killed for another in the club. It was a take on the “victor and the vanquished” notion, the wearer sporting the V meant for victor. He’d now match the one placed over my own chest. “Search the rooms,” I said. “Find out why they’re here.”
As Kitt left to do just that, I dropped to my haunches over the one he’d broken. “Why are you here?”