I could break her.
Ruin her.
My cock heavy, begging my mind to shut down, I pause between her legs.
“I can take it,” she murmurs, sliding her hands down my back. Squeezing my ass, she lifts her hips.
If anyone can take the wrath of me, I want to believe it’s her. I want to trust Kelly’s resilience is a match for the doom I carry wherever I go. I want to feed off her strength and let go of the pain that weighs me. The nightmare that haunts me.
I want to bury myself so deep there is no way out.
My hips plunge forward and my cock pushes through her wet folds. Eyes wide, lips part, she gasps at the intrusion. Pausing, I reign myself in and feed her my length slowly. She stretches for me, pulling me in and I bend my head to take her nipple into my mouth when the sound of someone’s fist pounding on my door forces me to pause.
“Shit,” I grunt, hanging my head miserably. Unable to stop myself, I slide another inch deeper and a guttural moan passes her lips encouraging me to fill her. To fuck her until she can’t breathe. Until she can’t fucking walk. Until the motherfucker on the other end of that door gets lost.
“More,” she pleads.
Not an hour ago she was worried someone was going to catch her naked in my room. Now, she’s hungry for it and fuck me, if that don’t make me want her more.
Burying my face in her neck, I push deeper.
“Fuck, I want to stay inside you forever,” I growl against her throat.
The fist slams against the door again.
Fuck you.
“Open the fucking door, Linc,” Wolf bellows from the other side.
At the sound of his voice, I pull out of his niece knowing my cock is about to be severed if he catches us. To make matters worse, Kelly jolts upright and stares at the door like a deer caught in headlights. Scrambling to get off the bed, I snap my fingers breaking her trance.
“Get up,” I hiss.
“He’s going to kill you,” she says, turning to me.
“Thanks babe,” I mock, grabbing a pair of sweats.
“You better be dead in there,” Wolf growls.
“Give me a minute,” I shout. Shoving my swollen dick into the waistband of my sweatpants, I pull a t-shirt from the drawer. Kelly gets up and circles the bed in search of her clothes. Finding her shirt, she pulls it over her head.
“My panties.”
“We don’t got time to solve the case of the missing fucking thong. Go hide in the bathroom,” I order, gritting my teeth. Narrowing her eyes in anger, she flips me the bird.
“What if he goes in the bathroom? This ain’t exactly the Ritz.”
“The closet,” I hiss.
“I’m going to kill you,” she sneers.
“You’re not going to have the chance.”
Rolling her eyes, she pulls the closet door open and steps inside. Swiping my hand down my face, I get a whiff of her scent and realize not only do I smell like pussy but, the entire fucking room smells like sex.
“Three seconds before I break the fucking door down,” he growls.
Closing my hand around the knob, I slide the deadbolt and greet the beast.
“Jesus, man, impatient much?”
Narrowing his eyes into tiny slits, he looks me up and down.
“That anyway to greet the man who saved your fucking hide?” he questions. Placing his large paw against the door, he pushes it open wide and enters my room. “What took you so long?”
Shrugging a shoulder impassively, I reach around and cup the back of my neck.
“I was sleeping,” I lie.
His eyes dart to my bed and the rumpled sheets.
“It smells like pussy in here,” he smirks. “Looks like you’ve decided to live it up after all.”
Without thinking, I flinch at his words. If he only knew he was talkin’ about his niece.
“Where is she?”
Startled, I look at him.
“Where’s who?”
“The chick you fucked,” he replies.
“Oh,” I say, relaxing my shoulders. “You know how it is…in and out.”
Seemingly happy with that response, he drapes an arm around my shoulders.
“Thatta’ boy,” he croons proudly. “Spoken like a true biker.”
“Well, it was bound to rub off on me,” I reply, diverting my eyes to the closet. “You just get in?”
“Yeah,” he replies, dropping his arm from my shoulder. “Rolling down the East Coast on club business. Figured I’d give my pipes a rest and check on how everything is going down here.”
“I’ll be happy to catch you up to speed,” I tell him.
I’d be a hell of a lot happier doing it far away from this room.
“Good, I’m fucking starving,” he says, glancing at the leather watch on his wrist. “Kelly still wasting her days sleeping until noon?”
My eyes wander back to the closet.
“Noon is early for her,” I answer.
“Alright, I’ll catch up with her after you take me for breakfast,” he says, pulling my attention back to him.
“Sure, there’s a Denny’s down the road.”
Sweat beads across my forehead as I turn to grab my cut and boots. Not bothering to put them on, I jerk my chin toward the open door.
“Fuck that, I want steak and eggs,” he taunts. “And, you’re treating.”
Little does he know, I’d rob a cow to get him the fuck out of here.
-Get wild in the Windy City-
