But she did.
In fact, she called countless times. Hell, I called her more times than I could count myself, but only because we had an understanding.
Neither of us was looking for anything serious. Rebecca had been through a hell of a divorce and had suffered abuse that would cripple most women, but being a strong, independent woman, she didn’t seem to let the memories of her past consume her. She hadn’t given up and was doing everything she could to give her daughter the best life possible.
However, there were times over the past seven months when I’d noticed a few of her quirks. For one, she didn’t care for the dark. At least one light was always on in the house—if not more, and she didn’t like feeling confined in any way. Any time I’d put my weight on her, she’d tense up, and a panicked look would cross her face. That had greatly improved over the last couple of months, but a level of fear still hid behind her eyes.
I didn’t think she was even aware of it. If so, she did her best to hide it, so I played along and let her take the reins. It was just one of those things she needed to do, and I got that.
Rebecca was a fighter.
I respected that about her.
I also respected that she had her own thing going and didn’t need a man to fill some void in her life.
As far as I was concerned, that was a good thing. After getting burned by the only woman I’d ever really cared about, I’d devoted my life to the club, often tied up with the brothers. I made this clear to Rebecca, and we agreed it was best to keep things simple.
We’d do the sex thing, which happened to be fucking incredible, and leave it at that.
No relationship.
No strings attached—just the way I liked it.
When I arrived at Rebecca’s place, I’d barely tapped on the door when she opened it, wearing nothing but a red silk bathrobe. Her long dark hair was pinned up, with several damp strands falling loose around her face and neck, and she smelled of fresh lavender and vanilla, having just gotten out of a hot bath. I gave her a quick once over, and the second I saw the puffy circles under her eyes, I knew she’d been crying. “Rough day?”
“Oh, yeah.” She waited for me to step inside, then locked the door behind me. “Want something to drink?”
I took my cut off and draped it over the chair. “I’m good.”
She brought her wine glass up to her mouth, then tilted her head back, letting the last of the liquid slip past her full lips. After placing it on the table, she sauntered over to me. Without saying a word, she rested her forehead on my chest. “That bad, huh?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
She shook her head no, so I dropped it—another parameter followed within our “mutual understanding.” When one of us didn’t want to talk, the other didn’t push. Simple as that.
It was clear something was bothering her—possibly the death of a beloved patient or a run-in with her ex-husband. It didn’t matter what had happened. She wanted to forget about it, and it was my job to see that she did. “Where’s the kid?”
“Upstairs asleep in her room. I just checked on her.”
Without saying anything more, I lifted Rebecca into my arms and carried her up the stairs to the bedroom. The second I lowered her down onto the bed, she began untying the straps of her robe and eased it open, slowly exposing her delicate flesh.
As I stood there watching her slip the silk fabric from her shoulders, my cock began to throb. After kicking off my boots, I made quick work of my clothes, then slipped on a condom before settling between her legs.
I hovered there for a moment, gazing down at Rebecca in all her splendor, and I was amazed that she had no idea just how incredible she was. I slowly lowered my mouth to her shoulder, let my tongue trail along the delicate line between her neck and ear lobe, then whispered, “You ready for me?”
She nodded, then spread her thighs and wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me close. I raked the head of my aching cock against her and wasn’t gentle about it, letting her know my intentions.
She didn’t give me a moment’s hesitation.
Instead, Rebecca pressed her lips to mine in a possessive, demanding kiss, using her legs to pull me forward. I felt her tremble beneath me as I slid every inch of my cock deep inside her, then slowly withdrew.
A slight hiss slipped through her teeth as I repeatedly drove into her—each time a bit faster and more unforgiving. Her heels dug into my back as she began quietly muttering my name over and over.
As much as I loved having her that way, I wanted more. I quickly withdrew, then placed my hands on her hips and flipped her over, hauling her ass up high, so I could take her from behind.
I reached for Rebecca’s hair, fisting it in my hand, and gave it a firm tug. Then I thrust forward, driving inside her once again. Losing all control, I continually slammed into her, fucking her hard and deep. A sensual moan vibrated through her as she started to rock back, meeting my every move. I slid my hand from her hip down between her legs, and wanton cries echoed through the room as I began teasing her clit.
Within seconds, I could feel her muscles contracting all around me as she pleaded, “Don’t stop.”
Rebecca panted wildly, moaning, and desperately gripped the sheets as her body quivered around me, urging me on as I plunged inside her relentlessly. Seconds later, she submitted to her release and clamped down around me.
All too soon, I felt my own orgasm building as the muscles in my abdomen and legs grew taut. Savoring the moment, I continued hammering into her until the sounds of our bodies colliding together pushed me over the edge. I gave her hair another tug and held her to me as I came deep inside her.
I lowered myself onto the bed while my heart rate slowed down. A few moments later, I tossed the condom in the trash beside the night table, then turned to her and asked, “Feeling any better?”
“Don’t speak.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
I sat up on the bed and grabbed my boxer briefs from the floor. Knowing it’d just complicate things, we didn’t do the whole cuddling bit after sex. I’d usually take a few minutes to catch my breath, get dressed, kiss her goodnight, and bolt. I figured tonight would be no different until I started to pull on my jeans, and Rebecca whispered, “Could you stay?”
“What?”
“Just for a little while ... until I fall asleep?”
I knew right then that tonight was about more than Rebecca losing some patient. Something had happened—something awful enough that it left her feeling vulnerable, and that pissed me the hell off. “Yeah, I can do that.”
“Thanks.”
I lowered myself down on the bed, and the second I closed my eyes, I started thinking back to all the stories Menace had told me about Rebecca’s piece-of-shit ex-husband. I wondered if he had something to do with Bec’s bad night. I was tempted to ask her again if she wanted to talk about whatever was going on, but she’d already given me my answer.
I lay there for several moments listening to the soothing sound of her breathing, and as it slowed, I knew she’d drifted off to sleep. I didn’t want to take a chance on waking her, so I remained perfectly still, hoping she’d get some much-needed rest.
I hadn’t been lying there long when I felt a strange sensation as if someone was staring at me in the dark room. I eased one eye open and found the silhouette of a little girl standing at the edge of the bed.