Joy bubbled up inside as she reached out to touch both sides of his face. Smiling brightly, Saige nodded before touching her lips to his. It was a tender kiss, one that she needed. One that said, “I got you and I’m here for you.” When it ended, she leaned in for more, but Capone held a finger to her lips.
“I know we just met and you probably think this is all bullshit, but Saige, I want you. Now. In my bed. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. You’ll probably go back to your life and never think of me again but…”
This time it was her that put a finger to his mouth. “Then give me a night I’ll never forget.” It was corny as hell, but it was simple and true. Never in her life had she been promiscuous, but being an adult sometimes meant going after what one wanted.
Before she knew it, Saige was naked and in Capone’s bed. Neither cared right now about taking things slow; they had all night. She could have stared at his gorgeous body all night long, but there would be time for that later. His mouth and hands were everywhere, kissing, stroking, and worshipping every spot of flesh he could find. As she arched her back, Capone took her breast in his hand and sucked the nipple to a hard peak. When his lips touched hers again, his kisses made her swoon. It was happening fast and furious, but right now that’s all she wanted.
Reaching for his nightstand drawer, Capone made fast use of a condom. His cock nudged her opening, and they were soon joined. His gaze never left hers as he started to move. Slow at first before thrusting at a rapid pace. Her heart pounded, her thighs quivered, she was on fire, rising higher and higher. Her climax was one for the record books, if there was such a thing. If she could put it in words, Saige could fill a whole book. It wasn’t just sex. This was a connection. They met for a reason. She knew it. What tomorrow held didn’t matter. The whole night he either held her or made love to her, and she never wanted to leave this bed.
Chapter Four
Saige
After struggling for years with anxiety, shyness, and never feeling good enough, the few hours she’d spent with Capone had awakened her to all kinds of new experiences, some sexual. Just thinking about last night caused her face to flush. Being with Capone and his club had surprisingly been the most comfortable she’d felt in her skin in a long time. If her country club parents could see her now sitting on a picnic bench in a biker clubhouse yard eating barbeque ribs with her fingers, what would they think? They still thought of her as a child, not a grown up. Riding behind him on the bike with the wind in her hair had been heaven on earth.
Growing up, no matter what she did, it was never enough. She didn’t stand up straight enough. Always so terribly shy, Saige didn’t speak up enough. She didn’t fall for the endless number of boring but rich suitors her parents always invited to dinner. She didn’t have the best grades, didn’t hang out with the right friends. In her parents’ eyes, Saige was a failure, or at least it seemed that way to her. No matter how hard she tried, everything they wanted her to do or try was a complete failure.
Luckily, she had a younger brother who was their golden boy, and her way out. As soon as she graduated high school, Saige headed out of town and to the big city of Chicago. Not knowing what her goals were in life, Saige bounced around from job to job. As much as she’d felt like a disappointment to her parents, they’d never cut her off financially. But they hadn’t asked her to return either.
“Can I get you something else to drink?” Capone blocked the sun as she gazed up at his handsome face. When she spied him cooking breakfast this morning in nothing but a pair of jeans, her ovaries nearly burst. No guy had ever caused that kind of reaction in her before. The man was the ultimate bad boy, right down to his sexy tattoos and the edgy scar on his face. Capone was a living, breathing romance cover model come to life. Not that she’d read any of those books, but every once in a while, they would pop up on her Kindle. It was a crying shame that he wore a white t-shirt now under his cut. A least she did know that was what they were called. Even she had caught an episode or two of Sons of Anarchy.
Saige tugged on her lower lip with her teeth just thinking about Capone’s bare chest. It was sculpted, lightly dusted with dark hair, and so delicious she craved to lick him all over.
“You look a little flushed. Sure I can’t get you some water?”
“That would be nice.” Saige followed him inside the club and used the bathroom to wash her hands before joining him by the bar. He handed her the water and placed a hand on her lower back to guide her to a table outside in the shade.
“Okay, enough stalling. I need to know more about the man by your car.”
Saige shifted in her chair under his focus.
“Talk.”
“Ah. Okay.” Taking her time, she opened the bottle and took a drink. After she was done, Capone took the bottle from her and placed it on the table. Then he did something totally unexpected and placed her hand in his. Her lips quivered at his touch. When was the last time someone reached out to her kindness? Oh, yeah, the bastard who was stalking her.
But this seemed different. The other bikers here all treated Capone with respect and her as well. It was like they were a big family. She shook her head to clear the fog. Whenever he stared at her, she lost her train of thought. “Yes, well, like I said, I’m from Genoa, but I never felt like I belonged in the world my folks wished I would live in, so I moved. I wanted to prove to them that even though I wasn’t a cookie cutter of my mom, I still had value in the world.”
“I’m pretty sure your parents value you.”
“Maybe value isn’t the right word because I do know they love me. I was just conflicted in what I wanted to do with my life because it was so different from what they were encouraging me to do.”
“That makes more sense.”
“I’ve also always been pretty much a loner, but one day not too long ago, a man showed up where I worked.” Her chin dropped, and she glanced up at the man next to her. “Jacob. The creep at my car. I just didn’t know he was a creep at the time. I was flattered at the attention he gave me, and we even went out a couple times. For some unexplained reason, we had a little too much in common and it started to feel off.”
“How so?” Capone arched an eyebrow.
“He knew all my favorite places to eat, to shop. The guy even showed up one day with a DVD of my favorite movie and all my favorite candy from my favorite store in Genoa.”
Capone tightened the grip on her hand. “Keep going.”
“I started to freak out a bit.”
“I can imagine. What happened next?” It felt like once he got her talking, Capone didn’t want her to stop.
“I tried to ignore him. When that didn’t work, I would hide when I saw him coming, but that didn’t deter him in the least. He caught me closing up the gallery one night. Alone.” It’d been a nightmare, but maybe saying what happened would help. Capone waited patiently for her to continue, his eyes never leaving hers.
“He accused me of being a tease and that I’d led him on or some such shit.” She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “It was so messed up. When I tried to deny it,” her eyes teared up as she looked at him, “he hit me in the face and pushed me into a counter. Hard.”