...or something: Ronacks Motorcycle Club (8 page)

She needed closer and arched her back to push her breasts against his warmth. He was big, much bigger than her, but not enough of his body touched her.

Battery pulled out of the kiss, looked down between their bodies, and put his hand on her breast. She about jumped out of her skin. Her nipple hardened, peaked, and sent a jolt of pleasure clear through her to her pussy.

"Knew you'd like that." Battery scooted down and put his mouth where his hand was and licked around her nipple.

"Battery?" She patted the bed with her hand to get his attention.

He encompassed her nipple with his mouth, and like his kiss, he sucked, licked, and drew the hardened nub between his lips. Her hips came off the bed and made contact with his thigh, catapulting her pelvis straight up for more contact on a moan that rolled out of her. She had no control over herself.

Battery's mouth left her and he licked her nipple while he said, "That's it, Carny-girl. Get nice and hot for me."

Hot? Her pussy ached with pleasurable heat and the noise of wetness filled the room. As soon as her upper body pressed against his mouth, her lower body undulated against his thigh, riding the hardness of his leg.

The hair on his thigh. God, so prickly and rough.

Ever aware of his cock on her hip, pressing, seeking, pulsing, she fisted her hand and beat the bed, not knowing what to do.

"Battery?" Her voice rattled her throat.

"What do you need?" His lips vibrated against her sensitive nipple. "Say it."

I need..." Her hips bucked.

"Fucked?"

She sucked in air and finally out of patience, she grabbed the hair on the side of his head and yanked. "...or something."

The force of her grasp brought his head up. The only warning came from his eyes narrowing and then his hand slid between her legs and his finger plunged inside of her. She gasped in shock and the burn of the intrusion.

"That was mine," he said, roughly.

Her virginity? She panted through the fullness and the awkwardness of having his finger inside of her. She was already his. The night she asked him to take her away from the carnival, she belonged to him.

"Going to take it slow the first time." He withdrew his finger and slowly pressed back into her.

She held her breath waiting for the pain to return, and instead, he soothed and rubbed the soreness and shock away. Her grip on his hair remained tight, afraid if she let go he'd stop, and they'd never have sex.

"Better?" His gaze intensified.

She inhaled deeply letting her body move with his hand. "I think so."

He lowered his head and kissed her lips, long and deep, plundering his tongue each time he thrust his finger. He made it difficult for her to breathe and when she became lightheaded, Battery put his mouth on her neck.

Against her skin, he said, "You've never belonged to anyone, and now you're mine. Don't give it away. Don't abuse it. That hand in my hair...?"

She nodded, unable to answer, and clamped her eyes shut to keep the tears inside. It was hard enough to concentrate when her pussy relaxed and Battery kept pressing against her making her pulse down there again.

"Bree...that hand in my hair stays there." He lifted his head against her hold.

She opened her eyes and blinked up at him, unsure what was happening inside her. Sex was enjoyable, and everyone sought pleasure—the release. The orgasm. The climax.

She'd had her own before when she thought of Battery and put her hand between her legs and rubbed.

This.

This thing that was happening was way bigger than what she could do on her own, and she wanted what everyone else experienced. She wanted what Battery gave to other women. She wanted to be the only one who gave it to him.

"Don't let go. I want to be inside you when you come our first time. Do you hear me?" he said.

She nodded.

"Say it," he said with a grunt.

"I won't let go." She held on tighter.

"That's it." He removed his finger from inside of her and reached over for the condom on the bed.

Perspiration dampened his forehead. She focused on his face, afraid if she looked down and watched him put on the condom, she'd tense up at the size of him. Her body warmed at the thought of seeing, feeling, exploring his body when they were through. She wanted to touch him and find out how he'd react if their positions were reversed and she was doing all the things to him.

Battery's hand landed on the mattress, and he moved over her, separating her legs and pushing his hips between her thighs.

He dipped his pelvis and his head. She gasped in his mouth at the friction below. He moved back and forth, grinding against the outside of her with his hardness. She squeezed her legs, but the bulk of him stopped her.

Battery slowed down and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling, licking, and she exhaled harshly. Her legs relaxed, and he continued to rock against her.

She opened her mouth, and he lowered his head to her neck, marking the sensitive skin. She moaned knowing tomorrow; there would be proof they were together.

The thought of belonging to him encompassed her with excitement. She pressed her sex up against him, rocking with him, and then his cock landed at her opening and she froze.

Battery raised his head and lowered himself to his elbows, bracing her head in his hands. Fully pinned to the bed, she stared up into his dark eyes at the same time he plunged all the way into her and held himself still.

She had tried to be ready, but she wasn't.

Nothing could prepare her for the size of him.

Her pussy spasmed weakly trying to expel him. The fullness of his finger failed to prepare her for having his cock inside of her. Everything below her belly button full of him, she could only hold on to his hair.

"Going to get you hot again." He rocked against her in short back and forth motion. "Pussy is tight, Bree."

Battery's heart hammered against her chest. Heat rolled off his head onto her hands. The strength of him barely contained, he struggled for her. Everything he'd done since he carried her to his home on the back of his motorcycle had been for her.

Her clit pulsed, and her legs weakened, widening and welcoming him closer. His gaze snapped to her, and she let go of his hair with one hand and smoothed the whiskers along his jaw. He could do anything to her, and she'd be fine. Better than fine.

She raised her hips and met his thrust, each one bolder, harder, more determined as his control slipped. Her lower stomach tightened and strained at the pure magnitude of him. She hooked her feet behind his thighs, tilting her pelvis.

The head of his cock rubbed up inside of her, and she gasped at the flash of pleasure. "Again."

He stayed in position, thrusting and withdrawing. Her hand left his face, and she grabbed onto his hair, holding his head in front of her. He stared down into her eyes, encouraging her to take him. Take it all. Take every single inch of pleasure.

Higher and higher, she moved with him. Her body coiled tighter. Her breathing deepened, taking more air. Then her body locked tightly underneath him and her sex contracted. Her neck arched and she exploded in the most powerful range of pleasure.

"Jesus..." Battery's movements became erratic and faster, and he quickly plunged and ground her against the mattress with one long grunt.

She barely started descending from her orgasm, and his head came down, and he pressed his forehead against hers.

God, she was a mess. A wonderful, sated, delirious mess.

"I love you, Battery," she whispered.

He rolled off her, and she let go of his hair. The sudden loss of him in her body stripped her of all her confidence, and she rolled to a sitting position and crossed her arms over her breasts.

"Battery?" she said.

He stared down at his cock until the condom loosened and his dick lost its intimidating size. She stared at the slight red tint on the latex and wondered if it was from losing her virginity or his size that made her bleed.

"Fuck," he mumbled, ripping off the condom and tossing it toward the wastebasket.

A chill rolled up her spine. She never let her gaze leave him, until he walked out of the room and left her in his bed.

The door upstairs slammed.

B
attery pushed through the door to downstairs after fucking Bree and headed straight toward the makeshift bar and the whiskey set aside for only him. His thoughts raced, pounding his head.

Bree was not ready for him. Not ready by a long shot.

He opened the whiskey and drank straight from the bottle. If he couldn't wash away her taste, forget her pussy, and blind himself to the trust in her eyes as she stated she loved him, he'd ruin her before the night was over.

"Hey, Battery." Mel leaned against the counter. "Can I get you something?"

Ignoring the prospect, Battery scanned the room and found Jana making out with Swiss. He took two more swallows off the whiskey and stalked over to the couple. There was only one way to get Bree out of his head.

Swiss, older than Battery by five years and one of the most dangerous men in Ronacks, sensed him coming and lifted his chin. Battery grabbed the back of Jana's hair and pulled her face toward him, shoving his tongue in her mouth. There was no sweetness, no innocence, no eagerness found in Jana, only an openness that verged on greediness.

He pushed her away into Swiss's large arms and drank more whiskey.

"Battery, man." Swiss set Jana to the side. "What's up?"

He turned in a circle looking for somewhere to go. "I need to get the fuck out of here."

Sander, LeWorth, Grady, three Ronacks members, came closer at the sniff of trouble. Battery's anger tripled. The same guys that wanted to do the same to Bree as he had done. They all wanted her. She wasn't safe here.

He thought he'd be able to protect her. All he'd done was keep her to himself.

Finishing the rest of the whiskey in one tip, he flung the bottle across the room finding satisfaction in the crash of broken glass.

He fished out the smokes in his pocket and shoved one unlit cigarette into his mouth. It wasn't too late. He could fix everything.

"Swiss?" He searched the room.

The room tilted, and he staggered, finding the Secretary of Ronacks behind him. He needed to set things right before he forgot what he needed to do.

Swiss grabbed the front of Battery's vest. He widened his stance to keep from keeling over. The alcohol helped him think.

"Get ahold of Rod and have him work out something with one of the better businesses we're involved in. I want Bree out of the house and working." He puffed on his unlit cigarette. "Put one of the prospects on her ass the whole time."

"Got it." Swiss let go of Battery and motioned across the room with his hand. "Sander, pick a guard."

Battery walked away from the orders being issued. Jana stepped in front of him, holding her bare breasts in offer. He dipped his head, stumbled, knocking the cigarette from his mouth, and grabbed her around the waist. The smallness of her tit felt foreign and unwelcome, and he pushed away from her.

He walked forward and pushed his way out the door into the night, needing air to clear his head and forget about Bree and how he'd left her in bed. The silence in the yard gave room for his thoughts to invade. He grabbed his head and stuffed the bellow raging inside of him down deep, hating himself for what he'd done.

He needed to get out of here, away from Bree or he'd be right back upstairs between her legs. He could protect her from everyone else, but nobody could protect her from him.

It was time. He'd held on to her too long. She was old enough to move on and get her life back.

She needed to work and get out of the house, away from Ronacks if she was ever going to have a chance at finding happiness away from him. He'd let her dependency on him go too long. He already claimed her. She was his.

Fuck. He couldn't let her go. He'd never survive. He needed her.

The door opened behind him. He shoved his hand in his jeans and took out his lighter, found one cigarette left in his pack, and lit the end. What he needed was a long ride, and he'd come back in the morning to an empty house and a better frame of mind.

"I guess tonight is the night for you to go against everything you believe," said Bree behind him.

He exhaled harshly. "Get back in the house."

"I plan to, and then I'll pack a bag, and I'll be out of here. I heard everything you said to the others. You want me gone? I'll leave. It won't be the first time I've been out on my own." Bree paused at the roar of a motorcycle growing closer.

Rod parked beside the long row of motorcycles and took the key out of Battery's bike before heading toward his president. Battery stepped forward, angered at his vice president overstepping his bounds.

"Give me the key," said Battery.

Bree stepped around him and faced Rod. "Thanks for coming so fast when I called. I'm sorry I interrupted your night. He's drinking, and you're the only member of Ronacks who could take his key away from him."

Rod's gaze lifted to Battery. "That right, Prez? Have you had too much to drink?"

"Fuck you." Battery searched for another cigarette and came up empty. "I need to be somewhere."

"Ride with purpose, man," said Rod, hooking his fingers in the front pockets of his tattered jeans.

Battery rocked back on the heels of his boots. The club's pledge thrown in his face, he couldn't tell Rod why he needed out of here. He had a fucking purpose. The biggest God damn purpose of his life.

A purpose he'd had since he joined the club and he'd held to his word and done the best that he could. Until tonight when he'd had sex with Bree and put one more mark in her life that she'd have to overcome.

"I'm gonna go inside, have a beer and a talk with the guys for a bit. Why don't you come with me and have another drink?" asked Rod.

"No." Battery held out his hands. "Give me your smokes and pick up another pack for yourself behind the counter."

Bree stood quietly away from him without saying a word. He lit a cigarette and blew out the smoke. He'd done her a solid and in return ruined her life.