Pursuit: Blood Bandits MC (12 page)

Kara

What was I thinking? Hadn’t I just said, only hours earlier, that I couldn’t let him get to me? I had a daughter to think about. I had myself to think about. Yet there I was, letting my hormones take over. More than that—my need. I had been so lonely, and he had a way of simply looking at me that made me want him. My body screamed for him, so close to getting what it had missed for so long.

I let him take control, giving myself over to him. Once the bedroom door shut behind us, he took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. His tongue forced into my mouth almost instantly, but I welcomed it, the way he sent fire throughout me just with a kiss. His hands quickly moved to my body, skimming my curves, taking the time to feel me, touch me, stroke and fondle. The heat between my legs built to a raging inferno almost instantly as he took inventory of me. I sighed, my arms wrapping around his neck, then sliding down so I could take his body in. The broad shoulders. The bulging biceps. A thick, muscular chest and chiseled abs. He took off his shirt, and I ran my fingers over the washboard, feeling the muscles leap to my touch.

I hooked my fingers in his waistband, drawing a groan from his lips. I pulled back, signaling for quiet. He nodded, then pushed me back onto the bed. I didn’t know whether to squeal or feel afraid. The power of him, the strength. He was so rough. What would he do to me?

He started by pulling the straps of my tank top over my shoulders, kissing the bare skin of my chest. I sighed, running my hands over his back and shoulders. His lips set blazes wherever they touched.

He worked the front of my top down, exposing my breasts to his hands and mouth. He sucked them hungrily, his tongue moving over them, his hands kneading them as he worked. My eyes rolled back in my head, and when I felt his hardness press against my hip, I gasped. He drove himself against me, promising so much more than what he gave. I met his pressure with my own, pushing upward, grinding against him as he sucked my delicate flesh.

He moved lower, leaving a trail of wet kisses down my stomach before pulling down my pants and panties in one quick motion. I gasped, reaching down to cover myself. He pulled my hands away, pinning them to the bed for a second. My heart raced.

He knelt beside the bed, between my legs. I closed my eyes, willing myself not to be embarrassed. I wondered if there was a woman in the world who didn’t feel even the slightest bit embarrassed when a man went down on her for the first time. What would he think? Did I look weird? Smell or taste weird? Eric had been down there a few times, but I had never liked it very much. Dom made me think otherwise. He made me think differently about a lot of things.

When his lips touched my inner thigh, I sighed. It was so sweet and gentle. Another kiss, then another. Like the beating of butterfly wings. His hands told another story, however. He gripped my thighs with all the strength of his powerful arms, telling me he barely held himself back for my sake. I couldn’t believe it, but I actually felt even more aroused at the thought.

Then he dragged his tongue up the length of my cleft, until he paused just over top of my hot, aching button. He didn’t touch it, though, licking down instead. Up and down, making me crazy with need, aching for more, straining upward, desperate for the feeling of his tongue on my most intimate places. I wasn’t shy anymore. All I wanted was to feel good.

Then he gave it to me, finally dipping inside until he made contact with my throbbing clit. I arched my back, holding his head in place, tangling my fingers in his hair. It was unbelievable. I didn’t want it to ever end, his slow, methodical licking, touching every bit of me, making my body sing and burn and ache. He took his time, building my pleasure higher, higher.

I didn’t think I could take any more. I was almost sure of it. I would die if it got any better. I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t. And still he licked, on and on, driving me wild. My head rolled back and forth on the bed as cries poured from my open mouth in between gasps for air.

“Dom! Please! I can’t take anymore!” It was like he didn’t hear me—if anything, he doubled his efforts, focusing attention on the tip of my throbbing, aching button. The tip of his tongue touched it, rubbing ever so slightly back and forth. It was exquisite, it was almost torture. I couldn’t take it for sure. I would die. Didn’t he know I would die if he didn’t stop making me feel so good? I clutched the sheets, balling them up in my hands until the fitted sheet pulled from the mattress. And on he went.

He held me still, keeping me in one place while his tongue worked on me. How he could do what he did, I didn’t know. He flicked back and forth so rapidly, with just the right pressure. He knew just what to do. How did he know? I trusted him, even though I wanted it to end. Anything to stop the torture of being so close to completion, my nerves were on fire.

“Dom…please…” I begged, so close. “Please don’t stop.” If he stopped, my whole body would burst into flames. The pressure in my core pulled tighter…tighter…I couldn’t bear it if it got any tighter.

“Yes!” I gasped, back arching, writhing as an orgasm high me. I gripped his head with my thighs, my hands, holding him in place while my entire body exploded. Still he licked me, slowing down, letting me ride it out, swirling his tongue up and down my cleft as I pulsed and shuddered.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, my head spinning. I didn’t know what to do, so I just stayed there, certain I could glow in the dark. He had completely overtaken me and made sure I felt more pleasure than I ever had. Even when I didn’t want to, even when I didn’t I was able to, he had faith in me. And I could never look back.

I opened my eyes, feeling like a different person. He grinned up at me, still between my legs, kissing the insides of my thighs. I sighed, running my hands through his hair. I saw the pride in his face, the pride of a job well done. He had no idea. My muscles still pulsed and twitched, coming down from that massive high.

I waited while he rolled a condom over his length—his massive length, twice the size of Eric’s. Could I take him in? I had given birth, so I thought it wouldn’t be too difficult. Still, I didn’t want him to hurt me. It had been so long since I’d been with a man, and as ready as I was, I didn’t think there was any getting ready for what Dom packed.

He climbed up the bed, up me, until he covered my body with his. My heart beat even faster than it had before I came, because this was it. No going back. I wondered how he would be, how he would treat me. Would he ride me, break me in, treat me like a thing to screw? No, he couldn’t. Not after the way he had been with me already. Whatever he did, I knew I would like it. I spread my legs, wrapping them around his waist as he positioned himself against me. The pressure alone was enough to send shockwaves through me.
He’s so big.

The first thrust was like nothing I could have imagined. It was nothing like I ever experienced with Eric, and he was my first and only. Dom was a different person. A different man. More of a man, even. When he entered me, I gasped, throwing my head back in shock as he filled me so completely. I didn’t know it was possible to be filled like that, to feel pleasure like that from a single thrust. I thought, somewhere in the back of my mind, that I finally understood a little bit of what made sex such a big deal.

“Okay?” he asked.

I nodded quickly, wanting more and fast. He slid out, taking me again. Again. Thrusting into me. Invading me over and over the way his tongue had invaded my mouth, my folds. Taking what he wanted, the way he wanted it. Hard and deep, his hips rotating as he went, grinding against me. I let him ride me as I held on for dear life, my arms and legs around him, gripping him, touching him. His bulging muscles working under my hands as he moved, his butt flexing as he worked his hot length in and out of me.

He licked my lips, then moved down to my neck where he licked and sucked my skin, his tongue flicking over me there as it had when he was between my legs. I gritted my teeth against the cries that threatened to erupt, unwilling to wake Emma. I couldn’t let the pleasure end. It would have been too much if it ended.

His thrusts were deep, hard, filling me again and again. He was so thick, I felt every inch of him as he slid in and out. It was unspeakable, the pleasure of him inside me and on top of me and all around me. I met his mouth again for a kiss, his teeth on my bottom lip making me hiss. I loved it, though. I loved all of it. My legs tightened around his butt, pulling him closer, harder, faster. He took my cue, picking up his pace.

“Yes,” I whispered. It was all I could say, but it spoke everything I was feeling.
Yes. More of that. Yes. Deeper. Yes. All of it, give me all of you. Yes. I want it. This is all I want, all I need.
I didn’t know I needed it until now. I didn’t know I even deserved it until now. This was what I’d always needed, what everybody needed, the feeling of fulfillment and passion.

I felt it building again, bigger than before. I thought it might swallow me whole when it crashed down upon me—and I welcomed it. I wanted it. I wanted to lose myself in total abandon, to finally feel the sort of passion I’d always wondered about but had never felt for myself. I wanted Dom to take me to the heights of what was possible.

I moved with him, jerking my hips upward. His free hand traveled over me, gripping my thigh, my hip, squeezing my breast. I closed my hand over his, signaling him to keep doing that. The pleasure built even more. I cried out softly, the side of my fist in my mouth, stifling what threatened to come out and give us away.

“Yeah…come for me…” His whisper in my ear was all I needed to shoot up over the edge. The wave crested, broke, then slammed down and nearly drowned me. I went wild, legs, arms, everything tightening around him. My mouth found its way to his shoulder and I bit down to vent some of the soul-rocking ecstasy radiating through me. I couldn’t scream, though I wanted to more than anything. I wanted to scream the whole building down. I wanted everyone to know what he had done to me. Done for me.

I couldn’t. All I could do was ride it out until it subsided. In the meantime, Dom’s thrusts grew faster until he came as well, his face in the pillow, crying out as he shuddered. I held him close, a feeling of total protectiveness coming over me. I wanted to hold him as he let go inside me. It was the least I could do for him after what he had done for me. I couldn’t explain it.

He stayed there after he’d gone still, stretched out on top of me. I didn’t know what to do, what to think, how to feel.

So that was what it was all about! I felt like a veil had been lifted from my eyes. For my entire life, I’d been seeing a shadowy version of the way things were supposed to be. A sort of blurred version of how men and women could be together. Dom lifted that veil, showed me the world in living color, clear and sharp and vital and primal. I had never felt that way—I didn’t even know it was possible.

I didn’t know who it made me, or who it made the person heaving and panting above me. His face was on my shoulder, his breath hot and moist against my skin. I didn’t mind it. I thought I might even love it. I loved the feeling of being totally one with another person, even to the point where his sweat mingled with mine. It was all so fresh and exciting, and deeply satisfying.

Satisfied. That was a word I would never have used with Eric. It was all I could think about with Dom. For once, I didn’t feel like I’d have to finish myself off later—if at all. I didn’t have to swallow back my disappointment at yet another encounter which did nothing for me. I never, ever could have told Eric that. He would have lost his mind if he didn’t think I came every time. Not like he ever bothered to find out if I had, or if there was anything he could do for me to get me there better or faster or more. He was content to think a few minutes of thrusting into me was enough.

But this was a revelation! I felt like I didn’t need anything more. Whether I wanted more was another story—I already wondered if we could do it again.

I closed my eyes, saying a silent prayer. If I had to put up with years of Eric to find out how good life could be, I could accept that as long as it kept being good. I couldn’t handle it if I woke up to what I really wanted or what I was really capable of, only to have it taken away. That wouldn’t have been fair.

And it was a prayer of thanks, too. Thanks for finally, at the age of twenty-five, having an orgasm I didn’t have to make happen on my own.

Dom

She was quiet for a very long time afterward. So quiet I thought she maybe passed out—I had thought once or twice that she might.

I looked down at her from where I still pinned her to the bed. She was still, eyes closed, breathing calm and normal. Not what I had expected to see or hear after how wild she got. At least she was breathing.

“Hey. You okay?” I pushed myself up a little to let her breath easier. All she did was nod her head. I got up, sliding out of her, taking care of things on my end. I pulled the sheets around me and settled down on my back, and still, she didn’t say anything. She didn’t even move.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re freaking me out a little.” A horrible thought hit me. What if he did things to her sexually? What if he abused her that way, too? What if she had all kinds of scars inside from that? Oh, fuck. I couldn’t ask her about it. All I could do was wait for her to talk. If I had made it worse, I didn’t know what I would do. As it was, I didn’t know what to do to make her talk to me.

She opened her eyes finally, and turned her head to me. “Thank you for that,” she whispered, a slow smile creeping across her face.

“You’re welcome.” My heart could start beating normally again. I couldn’t believe how much she’d scared me. Nothing scared me, so it was hard for me to handle.

She rolled onto her side. “Was I okay?” she asked.

“Were you okay?” I almost laughed before I realized how serious she was. I pulled her a little closer. “You were more than okay. Couldn’t you tell? I came, too, you know.”

“Yeah, but that’s the biological imperative,” she said, waving a hand.

“The what?”

She chuckled. “Men have to come to further the species. Women don’t. So men are wired to come, while we’re not. Notice how the act of sex is over when a man comes? There’s a reason for that—the sex doesn’t have to continue any longer.”

“Wow. It’s like you read a book or something,” I said.

“I did. A lot of books. It was what I studied in college. I wanted to be a psychiatrist, and study sexual issues. I had to understand human sexuality to help my future patients.” She sighed. “It got me really far, didn’t it?”

“Well, it made you sound smarter than me, so it did something.”

She giggled. “Great. Where’s my fee?”

“I’ll give you your fee.” I pulled her even closer, until our bodies touched from head to toe. I nuzzled her neck, making her squirm and giggle. Then she stopped giggling when my mouth traced the lines of her throat. I held back before we went too far, though—I was a young guy, but I wasn’t ready again that fast.

I settled back down against the pillows. “So you wanted to be a psychiatrist. What stopped you?”

“You know what stopped me,” she said. Her voiced sounded dead. “I mean, I’d still be in school if I had stuck to my guns, but I would be closer to my goal, too. I should have stuck to them.”

“You mean he didn’t want you to work or even go to school?” I asked.

“I was stupid. You don’t have to remind me.” She rolled over onto her back, staring at the ceiling. She swiped a hand across her cheek once, twice, catching tears I couldn’t see.

“Hey. I didn’t say you were stupid. If I said it that way, it was because I was surprised is all. I can’t imagine being so selfish. He was so selfish.”

“He was.”

I didn’t say what I thought—that he was a spineless, dickless piece of human waste who was too scared to let his wife have a better career than him. He didn’t want a strong woman, a smart woman. He wanted one he could control. The further she got in school, the stronger she would be. She might even have met a halfway decent man while she was there. His fear wouldn’t let him allow that. I clenched one of my fists under the pillow, willing myself to stay calm.

“You could always go back to school,” I reminded her. “You’re definitely not too old. People take time off, you know.”

“Yes, I know. And I’m being silly, anyway. I could never have done the coursework and the internship with Emma around. It would have been impossible. I wouldn’t trade her for anything, even the best career.”

“I can tell. You’re a good mom.”

“You’ve never seen me on my bad days. I swear, there are times when I think if I have to watch another Disney movie or another stupid cartoon that doesn’t make any sense, I’ll lose my mind. I’m sure I’ll just throw myself out a window.”

“All moms feel that way sometimes. The moms I know, the ones with young kids, need a break sometimes. You need a break.”

“Yes, well, that’s not going to happen anytime soon.” Bitterness dripped from her voice. She shook her head. “I shouldn’t say it that way,” she said. “It makes it sound like I don’t love her. I do love her, so much. And I love being her mom.”

“You don’t have to make excuses for the way you sound,” I said. “I’m sure it’s not easy. It’s okay. I’m not judging you, you know.”

“You’re not?”

“No. Why would I? I’ve been judged my whole fucking life. I know how it feels. You don’t need that.”

“What do you mean you’ve been judged your whole life?” She rolled onto her side again, and even in the almost pitch darkness I knew she was looking at me.

“No. We don’t talk about that.”

“We’ve talked about just about everything with me. I mean, things I never thought I would tell another person, I’ve told you. I guess because I don’t know you very well. The way people tell their secrets to bartenders. Does that make sense?”

I had to laugh a little. “Yeah. That makes total sense.”

“So you can tell me, too. I promise. No judging, no anything like that. I’ll listen, that’s all. Besides, I would like to know a little more about the man who’s going to be staying with me and my daughter. If you liked killing little animals when you were a kid, we might have a problem.”

I put a hand over my mouth to quiet the laughter, and finally gave in. “There’s honestly not all that much to tell. I grew up an only child. Like I told you, I had a tiny house, so this apartment doesn’t seem like a big deal to me. I’m used to it. Uh, we didn’t have any money. Almost none. I always grew out of my clothes so fast, and nothing ever fit right. I hit, like, five or six growth spurts, I think. My mom was the only parent at home. I didn’t know my dad. I don’t know if he’s alive, or dead, or what.”

“So it was just the two of you?”

“Yeah. Just like you and Emma.” Only nothing like them.

“And what did your mom do? You said she worked at night? While we were at the dinner table, I mean.”

I winced. I had forgotten that remark. “Yeah. She was a whore.”

“Oh.” Kara put a hand over her mouth. “That was so insensitive of me to ask. I’m sorry. I should mind my own business.”

I shrugged. “It’s not a big deal. It’s just a fact. She did what she had to do to support me the little she did. Most of her money went to her drug habit.”

“Oh, this just keeps getting worse. We absolutely do not have to talk about this anymore.”

“I don’t mind, really. Unless you do.”

“I don’t.”

“There’s not much else to say now that I think about it. I had some friends on the street, but they weren’t good friends—they might have been poor, but their mothers weren’t crack whores. So they all kinda looked down at me. Their mothers felt sorry for me, though. So they would sometimes feed me, or give me their husbands’ or boyfriends’ hand-me-down clothes when mine stopped fitting. That sort of thing. And I grew up, and I turned out okay. I think so, anyway. Other people might not.”

“Fuck other people.” The way she said it, and the language she used, shocked me into silence. “I mean it. Fuck them. They don’t know. Listen, do you know how many of my so-called country club friends probably talked about me for months after I left Eric? They had no fucking idea what I went through. As far as they were concerned, I’m sure, I was leaving a perfectly good husband who provided for my child and me. And I went and walked out on him. I’m sure that gossip fed the mill for a long time.”

She laughed bitterly. “The worst part is what was the real last straw was the cheating. Even the abuse wasn’t enough to make me open my eyes. When I found out he was sleeping with other women and didn’t care if I knew, that was it. But those women, my so-called friends? Every one of them knew their spouse cheated, and every one of them cheated right back. I don’t know. That was never my idea of marriage. I guess I’m old-fashioned or naïve.”

“I don’t think you’re wrong. My club’s president, Chase? He’s never cheated on his wife, and women throw themselves at him all the time.”

“Is he the one I saw with you at the diner?” she asked.

“Yeah, the one with the sunglasses.”

She made a noise like she hardly believed it. “No offense to him or anything, but I don’t see it.”

“It’s the power thing. These are women who love the club life, too. Keep that in mind. They wanna sleep with the man in charge. They wanna be able to say they fucked the president of the Blood Bandits. Like it means a lot. I guess it does to them, I don’t know. Besides, he’s not a bad guy, even if he acts like he is.”

“I didn’t mean to insult him,” Kara insisted.

“I know. It’s okay, I don’t think it would hurt his feelings. He knows he’s not a model,” I said. “Anyway, he has plenty of opportunities, and before he met his wife, Trisha, he took it every chance he got. The man’s a legend. Two, three women at once, sometimes twice in the same day. He was a machine.”

“Sounds like a prince.” She smirked.

“My point is, the minute he met her, it all stopped. He devoted himself to one old lady.”

“Old lady?”

“C’mon. You’ve heard that before.” I stroked her arm, her hair. It was so soft. “The old lady of a biker. The girlfriend or wife, the one they settle down with.”

“Oh, I see. And that’s it? He’s faithful to her?”

“I think if a person is the kind of person who settles down, they find the right person and settle down. Eric’s not that person. I can’t believe I just said his name while I’m here in bed with you. Fuck, I can’t believe I’m talking about him while I’m in bed with you. How fucking stupid am I?” I laughed a little.

“Well, I’ll tell you one thing.” Kara got up on her knees, straddling me. She pinned me to the bed with her hands on my shoulders. “Whoever he’s been sleeping with isn’t getting very much. Nothing like you.” She wriggled a little, her hot mound just above my cock. I could feel myself getting hard.

“Oh really?” I didn’t mind hearing that—what man would? That they were better than a woman’s ex?

“He’s nothing,” she said.

I pulled out another condom, handing it to her. She unrolled it over my hard length, then hovered over me again.

“When you’re inside me, it’s like something else entirely. Like nothing I ever felt before.” She positioned me, then lowered herself until I was fully inside. We both groaned.

Kara threw her head back, dark hair fanning out behind her. “When you touch me,” she whispered, rocking back and forth, undulating like a wave. “It’s so good, I can’t stand it.”

“When I do this?” I ran my fingertips over her tits. They were so big, so perfect, so firm—even though she had a kid, her body was incredible.

She sped up her rocking, groaning again. “Yes. Like that. You know just what to do. I can’t take it, I swear. I feel like…like…I’m going to crack open into a million pieces…”

I played with her tits, watching her rock her body to another orgasm. She was a beautiful thing—eyes closed, mouth open, little grunts of pleasure coming from her as she thrusted onto me. I held her hips, digging into her soft flesh, working her up and down as I thrusted upward from below.