Uncover Me (8 page)

“I knew you were in there, tiger. It’s been a while,” he said, grabbing my nightie.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch me, Blue. I’m so pissed at you I can’t see straight.” My body was on high alert. My heart was still pounding from being scared, and my mind was reeling at the bad shit that could’ve really happened if it hadn’t been him breaking in.

Sliding his hand farther up my thigh, he watched my face. Sucking in a breath, I tried to hide the small moan that wanted to slip from my lips. As he cupped my pussy, rubbing his palm against my clit, I snapped. My opposite hand, the one free from his grip, flew through the air and connected with his cheek.

Whoops. He wasn’t expecting that one.

His eyes flashed before he released my hand and slapped me back. Shock filled me; my breath was lost, and a slice of pain radiated through my cheek.

Fuck, the man knew how to press my buttons.

I liked it rough.

I’d never shied away from it. Blue never hit me hard enough to cause damage, but he did set my body on fire.

Before I could react, his hold on my pussy grew rougher and he crashed his lips to mine, sucking out what air was left inside, leaving me breathless.

Clawing at his shoulder, I wrapped my legs around him, rubbing my core against his rock-hard dick. Gripping my hair, he pulled on it, causing a burn against my scalp. Then he cupped my ass as he pushed me against the wall, leaving no space between us. When our lips locked, we used each other for air and fed off each other as I scratched his skin through his shirt. I wanted to dig my nails into his flesh, leave my mark, and let every whore out there know where I’d been.

Reaching between us, my body on fire and my need growing greater by the moment, I pulled at his shirt, having to feel his skin. Breaking our kiss for a moment, I yanked it above his head and dropped it to the floor.

Wasting no time, I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, using my feet to free his ass and cock from the coarse material. As I locked lips with him again, without waiting, he thrust inside me, slamming my back into the wall.

Unsheathed, his rigid cock filled me. Calling out, “Blue!” I ripped at his back with my nails, tearing the skin as I scratched.

He hissed against my lips, a sound of pleasure and warning. I knew he was as turned on as I was. Pushing back, fucking him as hard as he was fucking me, I bounced on his dick, letting my tits jiggle against his muscular chest.

Holding my hips, he used his hands to slam me down on his hard length, causing me to moan louder than I had before. He fucked me with so much ferocity that I thought I’d pass out. I didn’t, thank fucking God. I relished it, soaked in the feeling of him inside me, ramming his body against me. His grip on my hips was so hard that I knew I’d have bruises there tomorrow—ones I’d cherish until they faded and disappeared.

“Touch yourself,” he growled, causing me to open my eyes and look into his stare. “Pinch your nipples.”

I wouldn’t argue with that. Reaching up, I tweaked my nipples with my fingertips, turning them slightly in my grasp.

“Harder,” he commanded, as he watched my fingers toy with my stiff peaks.

I pinched them harder; it radiated down my abdomen and shot straight to my clit. Crying out, my body so close to the edge, I threw my head back and smacked it against the wall.

His lips found my pulse as his teeth dug into my flesh, sending another dose of pain-slash-pleasure through my system. Everything in my body was on fire. My body became so tight. The orgasm that felt miles away was ready to break free, but I needed something. I was chasing it, bucking against his body, pinching my nipples—and nothing.

Staring at me, he could see my frustration mounting. Blue always knew. He had this sixth sense when it came to fucking. He was like the Amazing Kreskin of orgasms.

Without asking, he wrapped one hand around my neck, putting pressure on my veins but not cutting off my breathing. My face began to feel tingly as the blood flow was cut off. When he pinched harder, I felt lightheaded and sucked in air, barely able to squeak out a sound. His grip became tighter, the pressure intensified, and my body snapped, releasing the pent-up energy that had collected all evening.

As I bucked wildly, my vision blurred, my eyes rolled back in my head, and I gasped for air. As he thrust into me, his speed increased and he held me in place. And when the colors exploded behind my eyelids, I felt faint. Edging closer to passing out, I reached up, placing my hand against his. His grip on my throat was a little too much, so I tapped his fingers for a reprieve.

Releasing my neck, he grunted, pumping into me before crushing my body against the wall. When he wailed through his release, his body shaking, I watched in wonder as he felt the same ecstasy I had only moments before. His lips parted and he made a few swipes of his tongue across his lip as his eyes were squeezed shut and he rode the crest of the orgasm that gripped his body.

Watching a man come, especially Blue, was one of the most beautiful sights I’d ever experienced in my life. Knowing I’d done that to him, gave him a reprieve from his life and brought him total pleasure, made me happy. I knew how silly it sounded, but in all honesty, it was being connected and feeling needed that brought me the most happiness.

And Blue made me feel that way. He brought me more joy than anyone else ever had in my life. Human connection on an emotional level was something I’d lacked in my life, but with him, I had it in spades. Even if I wasn’t his, I felt it.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, resting his forehead against mine and breathing raggedly.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I whispered, touching his face and cradling his cheeks in my hands.

“Just not how I wanted tonight to go. I didn’t think I’d take you in the hallway.”

“Blue,” I responded, lifting his face to look into my eyes. “It was perfect. I like when you’re not soft with me.”

“I know.”

“Sometimes, I need the intensity to remind me I’m alive. Reminds me that it isn’t a dream. I love your soft side too. Tonight was perfect. I’m just happy you came.”

As soon as the words left my mouth, he burst into laughter, shaking my body, which was still in his grip. “I’m happy I came too,” he echoed, laughing between words.

I couldn’t help it. With the seriousness between us broken, I started to laugh uncontrollably. Blue had that ability—no one else. He could go from dead serious to playful in a heartbeat. It kept me on my toes, always wondering what he’d say or do next. Behind it all, I knew there was love and understanding. Moods didn’t bother me. Shit, I had a million of them, and he always took them in stride.

“Let’s get you back in bed, angel,” he whispered against my lips, his hot breath skidding across my face.

Smiling, I nodded and hooked my feet against his ass.

Shuffling his feet because his pants were still halfway down his legs, he carried me to the bedroom and then placed me on the bed. Without saying a word, he kissed my forehead before slowly backing away.

Enthralled, I stared at him as he began to strip off his jeans. The bedroom was dark, just the moonlight streaming through the room, illumining his body and showing his ridges with even greater distinction. With his chest bare, I could see every ripple in his stomach moving together as they constricted. The dragon on his ribs danced as he shifted, bending to remove his pants. Leaning back, I drank him in and enjoyed the view.

“Keep looking at me like that and we’ll never get to sleep.” He laughed, folding his jeans and tossing them on the chair in the corner. “First, I need a shower.” He sniffed his skin, wrinkling his nose as his scent registered.

I never cared how he smelled. He was the only man whose sweat was a turn-on.

“Go ahead. I’ll be waiting. Don’t be too long, Blue.” I scooted up the bed, shooing him with my hands.

His lips split into a smile as he nodded, turning his back to me before he disappeared into the bathroom.

Because he left the door cracked, the sound of the water splattering against the tile filled the room as I lay there waiting for him. The pitter-patter changed as the water splashed from his body, hitting the wall in different spots.

Grabbing my phone, I climbed from the bed, tiptoeing toward the door to catch a glimpse. His back was to me as water cascaded down his flesh. Water droplets collected and fell from the glass shower enclosure as he washed his hair. I snapped a photo with my phone and smiled to myself—the image would be forever mine.

God, his ass was amazing. Tight, high, and round, with a small smattering of hair, more like peach fuzz, hanging above and fizzling out as it crawled down his cheeks. As he began to turn, I rushed away, leaving him to finish showering.

After crawling back in bed, I turned off my phone, wanting to shut the world out for tonight. Nothing else mattered besides Blue. I just wanted to be with him. I’d pretend that our life wasn’t reality for tonight. I’d face the cold, hard truth tomorrow. Why face it today when you can put it off until tomorrow? That was my motto.

The pipes squeaked as he turned off the water, and then the room grew quiet. My heartbeat sped up as I heard the shower door open and close. Waiting wasn’t something I was particularly good at, but it was part of the package when I spent time with Blue. Waiting for him to call. Waiting for him to arrive. Waiting for him to text me. Waiting for him to ask me to be his. Everything involved waiting, and somehow, over time, I’d made peace with it.

Turning my body to face the bathroom, I waited for him. As I tucked my hand under my face, his body filled the doorway, backlit by the light. Resting against the frame, he crossed his arms. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I assumed he was looking at me. Watching me.

“Rox, I have to ask you a favor.” He pushed himself from the door with his shoulder before moving toward the bed.

“Anything you need, Blue. Anything.” There wasn’t anything in the world I wouldn’t do for him. I wasn’t a fool; I knew he’d do the same for me.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he ran his fingertips across my cheekbone. From the contact, tiny sparks of electricity danced across my skin, which was still tender from where he’d struck me.

“I need you to vouch for me if anyone asks any questions.”

Biting my lip, I looked at him and blinked a couple of times. He’d never asked me to cover for him. I could see something lurking in his eyes—a seriousness I hadn’t seen before.

Without putting much thought into it, I replied, “I will.”

“All you need to say is that I was with you tonight. You can do that for me?” He stroked my face.

Moving my cheek against his touch, I smiled. “Always.”

His hand left my face as he pulled back the sheet, giving my hip a quick slap. “Glad we have that settled. Move over, babe.”

Doing as I’d been told, I shimmied across the cotton sheets, making a spot for him on the bed. He climbed in, held his arm up for me to nestle against his side, and rested his other hand across his chest. Then he sighed deeply, letting out a breath before pulling me against him.

Making small circles across his skin, I watched my fingers as they moved. Within minutes, his breathing deepened and his body filled with tiny twitches. As I began to drift off, my body felt light and my mind began to clear.

But just as I felt the blackness taking me, I heard him whisper, “Izzy.”

I sucked in a breath, feeling like someone had punched me in the gut. I was lying in his arms, I’d just had sex with him, and I’d vowed to be his alibi, but he’d just said the name of another woman.

It wasn’t my place to ask questions, but that shit hurt. My nose tingled as water began to fill my eyes. Unable to see clearly, I blinked, letting the tears stream down my cheek and fall onto his chest.

I cried myself to sleep as exhaustion and tears carried me off to my dreams. Someplace where mine was the only name he called out and he only belonged to me.

Chapter 7

Watching over my shoulder and studying every member in the club had become exhausting. It wasn’t that I hadn’t kept my eyes peeled before, but now that Rebel was dead and he’d found out my real identity, the need to be extra cautious and mindful of those around me had increased.

It had been two months since Rebel died, and for sixty grueling days I’d waited to be exposed. The plan with the Vipers moved forward even in Rebel’s absence, causing the list of charges to grow.

Rebel’s disappearance had people on pins and needles. His car was still safely tucked away in my storage unit, and his remains had yet to be discovered. Wild accusations had flown around the clubhouse for weeks. Cowboy had become the new president, calling the shots in place of Rebel. The mysterious disappearance had been pinned on a rival club, the Death Angels. They’d started some shit in Daytona and were the obvious scapegoat. All members of that club had been executed during a late-night raid on their compound. There was no one left in that club to deny the murder of Rebel.

After things died down, the death of Rebel behind us and a new president at the helm, James and I finally had time to talk face to face. There was no way in hell that the conversation would be pretty. I didn’t have all the facts, but I was pretty sure he was fuckin’ my sister. I considered him my best friend, my lifeline to the real world away from this club. He was the man who kept me grounded and focused even when I thought of giving up.