Page 37 of Falling Hard

Chapter 10

Libby

“Libby,” Lynx growled. Placing a hand on my shoulder, he slowly spun me around to face him.

I couldn’t speak. A million thoughts bombarded my mind as the conversation replayed over and over in my head. My breathing picked up. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t look up at him—I couldn’t do anything but replay the nameGhostover and over again in my head.

The Ghost, as members called him, was said to be one of the most lethal members of the whole chapter. He only answered to Uncle Hammer, or so I’d heard. I heard my father mention him once, and he said Ghost got off on torturing prisoners and was a beast no one could control, that he lived for the violence, the adrenaline rush of a good fight, that he was the guy who was called in when things got bad. When prisoners wouldn’t talk, Ghost always got them to talk.

Chills ran up and down my spine, and my body’s fight or flight response went into overdrive. I begin to slowly back up, bumping into Grit, who placed both hands on my shoulders, holding me in place.

Panic shot through me as Uncle Hammer cursed under his breath and reached out to me, but Lynx stepped in his way, blocking his path.

“Libby, breathe,” Lynx said calmly. Reaching out, he ran his fingers over my lips, then gripped onto my jaw lightly.

I breathed in deeply, not realizing I had stopped in the first place. I got light-headed and nearly stumbled, but Lynx caught me and scooping me up in his arms, he headed for the stairs.

“I’ve heard stories about you,” I managed to say. “The things I’ve overheard my father saying over the phone to Uncle Hammer, the things you do, they made you sound like some sort of beast. You need to put me down now. I need to go to my room and to wrap my head around this. How could I have not known it was you,” I managed to stutter as I tried to squirm out of his grasp, which caused him to hold me even tighter.

Stopping in front of a red door, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. He unlocked the door and turned on the light as he moved into the room. After locking the door, he set me down on the queen-sized bed that had plain black sheets and bedding on it.

I scampered away from him and brought my knees to my chest, watching him intently as he paced back and forth, running his hand through his hair. He stopped and looked at me intently.

I bit my lip and breathed heavily. My body was so wound up I was trembling, and my mind went into overdrive as Lynx took off his cut and placed it on the black dresser opposite of the bed. Slowly, he walked toward me and crawled onto the bed. I backed up against the headboard, and he stopped so he was right in front of me. His face softened as his hand reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, then he leaned in slowly, and his hot breath brushed against my skin, causing goose bumps to cover my entire body. Ever so slowly, he leaned closer and softly brushed his lips against mine in soft lingering pecks. When I didn’t pull away, he added a lot more pressure, coming a little bit closer before snaking an arm around my waist.

I slowly slid my legs down as he pulled me closer to him. Without removing his lips from mine, he settled himself between my legs, and his left hand slowly trails its way up my leg until it reached the bottom of my shorts. His hand then just as slowly made its way back down my leg. He repeated the process several times before he pulled back, reached for the hem of my shirt, and pulled it off slowly. My shorts come off next, and then he got off the bed and removed his shorts before climbing back onto the bed where he grabbed my legs and spread them apart. My heart beat frantically out of fear and lust, one fighting for dominance over the other.

His beard tickled as he kissed my inner thigh, but I didn’t make a sound, and my body was completely still as he kissed just above my mound. I bit my lip as he kissed me right there. I groaned as he teased me with his tongue, the tension slowly leaving my body. I was trembling for a whole different reason now. He brought me to the edge multiple times before pulling back, leaving me moaning in frustration. He kissed me deeply, passionately, and I could taste myself on his tongue. He positioned himself at my entrance before slowly pushing inside me, every inch of me feeling every inch of him, and I was sure I was going to die from the overwhelming sensations hitting me all at once.

He began to pull out before slowly pushing back, and my whole body spasmed. Consumed with an overwhelming urge to cry, I wrapped my arms around his neck as my hips started to move, meeting his thrusts. He picked up the pace a little and propping himself up on his right elbow, he reached between my legs with his left hand and started rubbing me quickly, drawing me closer and closer to orgasm.

“Come on, babe, come for me,” he whispered into my ear, and I did—hard—crying out his name as my whole body twitched violently. He frantically picked up his pace, riding out my orgasm, and finished shortly after, collapsing on top of me. He kissed me softly before nuzzling his face into my neck.

“You’re so beautiful, fragile, and I am a violent, dangerous man. I do enjoy what I do. There’s darkness in me that even I don’t understand, but I would never hurt you, and that’s all that should matter,” he said with conviction in his voice, leaving no doubt in my mind that he meant every word of it.

My eyes began to feel heavy, and the last thing I remember was him rolling onto his back and pulling me close. I draped my arm around his waist and resting my head on his chest, I finally fell asleep.

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Rolling over onto my stomach,I stretched lazily and yawned. Then I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. I buried my face into the pillow and groaned before cursing my bladder for waking me up. I sat up slowly and glanced at Lynx, who was currently passed out on his back with one arm draped over his stomach and the other over his head. Noticing it was only ten a.m., I cursed quietly before looking around the room until I spotted the bathroom door. I got up and did my business, then leaned against the bathroom doorframe and frowned. When I looked around the room, I saw it was pretty bare with just a bed, dresser, and a desk with a laptop on it. The walls were gray with a few posters of motorcycles and naked women. Walking over to his dresser, I opened it and pulled out a gray T-shirt, which I put on. It came down to mid-thigh and shaking my head, I let my hair fall naturally. I found my shorts and put them back on before slipping out of the room quietly.

As I made my way downstairs, I noticed a few members roaming about, too caught up in their conversations to notice me. I headed to the kitchen and opening the fridge, I scoffed. Of course, nothing was appealing inside. I started opening some cabinets and spot several boxes of Pop Tarts on the top shelf.

“Ugh, why does everything always have to be on the top shelf?”I groaned. Placing my hands on the counter, I hoisted myself up onto the counter and grabbed a pack of the chocolate Pop Tarts, grinning. “Oh, delicious Pop Tarts, no amount of distance can keep us apart!” I giggled and spinning around, I noticed several of the men had stopped talking and were staring at me.

“What? Is there something on my face?” I asked, wrinkling my nose. I opened the bag of Pop Tarts and took a big bite, groaning in satisfaction, all while standing on the counter.

I heard a door slam open and jumped slightly, then rolled my eyes as all of the men stopped talking. A few of them tensed up as they looked up toward the second floor. Watching their eyes widen confirmed my suspicion that Lynx was indeed awake.

Once he reached the bottom of the stairs, he looked around and spotting me on the counter, his eyebrow rose. He looked relieved to see me as he sauntered over to me with a smirk on his face. Now dressed in faded, ripped jeans and nothing else, he stopped right in front of me, crossing his arms.

“Pop Tart? It’s chocolate.” I grinned as I took another bite and swallowed.

He just shook his head, and I squealed as his hands shot out, grabbed onto my hips, and pulled me off the counter. I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist, and my right hand grabbed onto his shoulder while I tried not to drop my Pop Tart.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

A lot of the men’s eyes were wide and their mouths hanging open in shock like they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

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