It’s for this reason I neglect to comfort and address her hysterical attitude and instead remain calm myself when I tell her, “Later. First you and I need to set some ground rules.”
“Ground rules?” she hisses through her teeth. “What are you talking about?”
I return her furious glare with one of my own when I tell her in all seriousness, “I didn’t risk my loyalty to the club to have you fuck it all up, understood?”
Though Alfie is aware of my actions, Weston and Roper aren’t, and in this moment, they could see my actions as betrayal. Growing up as a club princess–the daughter of a president–she knows exactly what I’m talking about.
“Thank you,” she whispers, but then adds in a firmer tone, “Uncuff me and we’ll go over your ground rules.”
I really want to keep her bound but knowing this woman, I would gain more compliance when I give a little instead of pushing my demands down her throat. It’s for this reason I move quickly to remove the cuffs.
Instead of a thank you I barely snatch her wrist in time to prevent her fist from connecting with my face. With my next breath I have both her hands above her head, her delicious body underneath me as my face hovers above hers.
“Little spitfire, that’s no way to thank the man who just saved your ass,” I tell her but instead of looking her dead in the eye all my attention slides to her kissable lips.
Plump. Cherry colored all on their own and when she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth to sink her teeth in it, all of my sanity flies right out the door. I want to reach between our bodies, unleash my cock and sink myself inside her pussy.
I’m so damn hard for this woman and to think we’re lined up perfectly. A little shift gives friction right between her legs making her release her bottom lip when she gasps a moan. Yeah, no matter the age difference, we fit damn well together.
Fuck it. I’ve been haunted by her lips for far too long. I’ve spent nights wondering how they feel, taste, move against mine. And when I crash my mouth against hers…life as I know it evaporates as a whole new expedition for living rises.
Years of dark and weary, muddling through while all I needed was a touch of brightness due to the fire this woman exists of. I can taste on her tongue how she’s fighting for dominance. And as we clash with open lust she starts to submit so damn beautifully.
Her body soft and molding against mine, consuming the grinding of my hips and the way she moans in my mouth? I know for sure she’s about to light up any damn second. Shifting slightly, I press my cock down right on top of her center, hitting the jackpot.
She tears her mouth away from mine and gasps for her next breath which comes out as a loud moan. The moan switches to a trembling plea of my name followed by another gasp for air.
I let my head fall into the crook of her neck, nipping the skin and sucking a sliver of it to brand her as mine. I’ve never felt the need to mark a woman, but I can’t help myself. And I relish in the way she keeps grinding herself against me to prolong her pleasure.
Reaching between us I start to unbuckle but she suddenly freezes. Her nails dig into my back and it’s not to urge me on. I pull my head away from her neck to face her and instead of lust, all I’m seeing is insecurity with a hint of fear. Out of all the things I thought this woman might be when I finally have her underneath me…insecure or frightened isn’t fucking it.
CHAPTER TWO
– KADENCE –
I let my head fall to the side and close my eyes. The delicious pleasure that was racing through me suddenly crashes to a halt before it fades completely. Why do I have to remember a moment from the past right freaking now?
Because it reminds you why you’re here, and what happened the last time you were on your back and a man was on top, my mind easily supplies.
“Kadence.” The way my name falls in a rumbled growl from his lips, drags my attention back to the man who’s held my every thought since the first day I met him.
It didn’t matter he came after me to threaten my ass if I got his sister in any trouble. I’m used to overbearing alpha males, slamming their chests and growling at anyone who dares to cross them. With my dad running a motorcycle club, it’s all I’ve ever known for as long as I can remember.
My dad always kept me safe and for the last few years at a safe distance as well. He was trying to steer the MC to a more “law-abiding citizen” version instead of some of the illegal stuff they were wrapped in.
Well, not any more. Since it was one of his own guys who killed him. My mother couldn’t handle his death and killed herself. And on top of losing both my parents within days apart, my brother thought it was okay to whore me out to one of his men.
A goodwill offer to soothe things over within his MC. And to put it in his exact words when he informed me of this little fact, “Your ass will be protected and linked with the club. You’re my blood. The only family I have left; your place is right here.”
Very fucking nice to throw me in the hands of a man I despise; Cannon. Who has wanted, and repeatedly tried, to get into my pants. Without my consent I might add. And he now thinks I belong to him. So, I did the only thing I could and ran to my friend Mayven. Because I don’t have anywhere else to go. And I hated doing it because I don’t want to pull others into the havoc of my life.
Yet, when Colt offered his help–even if I didn’t know what he had in mind–I grabbed the chance with both hands. The whole “back to the wall, no choice, the hell with everything, I don’t have anything left to live for,” state of mind.
But I sure as hell didn’t think I’d end up gagged and bound to his bed. Nor did I expect for him to finally make good on his promise and give me a mind-blowing orgasm. In the time I’ve known him he’s done nothing but aggravate me. Pushing all my buttons just to get a rise out of me.
And for the first time, he’s pushed the right button; lighting my body up with pleasure I have never experienced. Dammit. Why can’t I have a normal guy? Or a normal fucking life? Hell, I’ll even settle for a normal day with all this insanity hitting me from every angle.
The air rushes from my lungs when I’m pulled up into a sitting position. Colt cups my face as my eyes lock on his.
“There you are,” he murmurs.
My cheeks heat due to shame. “Sorry. My mind thought it was funny to give me a short recap. It won’t happen again.”
I push my emotions back and lean in to catch his lips. The kiss he gave earlier swooped me away and made the world stop spinning for just a fragment of time. I need it. Hell, one taste and I’m not ashamed to admit to myself that I’m already addicted to this man.
He keeps my head in place, depriving me of a kiss as his eyes narrow. “What recap?”
Yeah, not going there. Time to shift topics. I rip my head from his hands and jump off the bed. “What’s your brilliant plan, Colt? Keep me here locked up? Is that what you had in mind when you said ‘Get in May’s car, drive for a few miles and wait for me if you want to change your life?’ Because becoming your personal sex slave wasn’t the change in my life I had in mind. I already had that in my future, remember? Does the name Cannon ring a bell?”
He’s in my face with my next breath rumbling, “Answer my fucking question, Kadence.”