Page 9 of Hope's Heartlands

I jerk from his kiss, panting for breath. “I need you. Here, right now, please,” I beg of him. “If there’s a next time—"

He interrupts me, kissing me briefly and pulling away. “There will definitely be a next time.”

He looks me straight in the face, making sure that I understand what he’s saying. I nod my head, but I know that a man would say anything at a time like this.

I wrap my legs around his narrow hips as he reaches down, positioning himself at my opening.

He slowly enters me, and my whole body freezes underneath him. His hand slides between my legs, and he strums his fingers over my clit. “Open up, baby. Let me in. You can bear down once I’m in there, but you gotta let me in.”

I try to relax and he slides a little farther in. He keeps talking to me in a calm voice, urging me on. But even though he’s being soft with me, I can see the tight way he’s holding him arms and the sweat on his brow. He’s holding back, but barely.

I lift my knees up, opening to him, and he slides in, not stopping until he’s right up against my womb. His balls are tightening and I feel it against my ass. The steady strum of his fingers on my clit are pushing me further and further to the edge. He’s moving in and out of me slowly, until I urge him for more.

My body is drawn up tight and when his thrusts get erratic, he’s moving his hand, applying the perfect amount of pressure, I feel the wave of heat roll over me. My orgasm hits me and it hits me hard. I’m screaming his name, pressing into him as he pistons in and out of me.

His hand on my hip is pulling me against him. It’s rough and I know I’ll have a bruise, but I don’t care. I can feel him everywhere and it’s too much for me to process. He’s groaning over top of me as my pussy clamps down on him, milking him. “Fuck, that’s it, baby. Give it to me. I want it all.”

He slows down, still pumping his hot seed inside of me. There’ so much going through my head right now, but I push it aside, wanting to live only in this minute, wanting it to last.

He stills over top of me, trying to catch his breath. He’s smiling at me and I can feel his cock twitching inside of me. “You okay?”

I smile at him. I’ve never had someone so concerned with what I’m thinking or how I’m feeling. “Yeah, I’m perfect.”

He leans his head down, kissing right where my heart beats. “Fuck yeah, you are.”

I blush. That’s not what I meant, but hearing him say it almost makes me believe it.

I want to savor this moment, not let it go. But that’s not an option. There’s a pounding on the door, and Killian, the son of the club’s president, yelling “Hey! You comin’ out of there?” has us breaking apart.

Saint hollers as he starts handing me my clothes, “Come through that door and I’ll pluck your eyeballs out one by one.”

I get off the counter and start getting dressed. I smirk at him as he pulls his clothes on quickly. I should probably be embarrassed. If the club doesn’t already know I slept with Saint, they will by tonight. “You act like no one’s ever seen you naked before.”

He stops once he has his jeans on and comes over to me and helps me pull my shirt down over my body. “It’s not me I’m worried about. No one sees you like this, Cat. No one but me.”

He says it so seriously, it wipes the smirk off my face. I nod at him right before he kisses me.

Chapter10

Cat

Saint was reluctant to leave me. But he had to go to the garage that’s right across the parking lot. I guess things have changed since he’s been gone and he’s taking over some different responsibilities. I don’t ask him about it. I’ve been around the club long enough to know that it’s club business and not my concern.

I told Saint that I had an appointment in town, but really I just needed a breather. I felt bad lying to him but he’s so intense and already only two days after he walked into the bar and into my life, I’m a goner for him. He’s everything I could want in a man. Yeah, he may be a little rough around the edges, but how he treats me, heck, how he makes me feel is too much. Especially after I swore off men. I try to reason with myself and tell myself that I’ve sworn off violent men, not necessarily all men, but I can’t help second-guessing myself.Can I trust Saint?I think I can.

I stroll down the side of the road and step into a lingerie store. I have plenty of money saved up since all I ever do is work. The club allows me to live above the bar for free. I guess it used to be Ranger’s apartment until he met Ruby. Now Ranger, Ruby and Ruby’s sister Lydia live in a house down the road from the bar. I haven’t taken any free time to myself. I walk around the store until I stop at a black see-through baby doll nightie. The soft feel of the material as it slides through my fingers has me thinking of Saint.

I pull it off the rack and hold it up against myself. The roar of a motorcycle outside draws my attention and I lift my gaze, already smiling, knowing it could be Saint or any of the other Heartlands.

But as soon as I look, I jump behind the tall rack, peeking around it to see outside. I know there’s no way they can see me from this far away, but I’m not willing to chance it. I watch them as they all stand around their bikes, looking out at the town.What are the Outlaws doing here?I recognize quite a few of them, but luckily, Roach isn’t with them.Are they looking for me?I thought for sure that he had assumed I was dead. I mean, if the Heartlands hadn’t found me, I would be dead.So why are they here?

“Would you like to try that on?” The woman that works the store is looking at me expectantly, pointing at the garment I have wadded up in my hands.

I hand it to her, apologizing. “Sorry, no, uh, do you have a back door?” I look back at the street and the bikers and then back to her.

The woman must see the scared look on my face, because she nods her head, leading me to the back. “Why don’t you let me call someone?”

I shake my head, telling her, “No, no, I’m fine.”

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