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She turned in my arms and looked up at me. There was a vulnerability in her eyes I had never seen before. She was scared and hesitant. Deep down I could tell there was more. She wasn’t ready and I wasn’t going to force it on her. Hell, maybe she didn’t even feel that way. That shit could have all been in my head, for all I knew. I placed a light kiss on her lips, giving her an out to answering.
“Well, that works out,” I said, smirking. “Because my dick loves your pussy. And clearly, I do too.” I slid out of her and leaned up on one arm. Her body fell so she was on her back. Her eyes looked up at me, wide, and full of something I couldn’t decipher.
I kissed down her body as I crawled backwards down the bed. I settled between her legs before she had time to register what was gone on. I licked up her slit, then sucked her clit into my mouth. I loved the way she tasted. And as Neanderthal as it might sound, I loved tasting my cum mixed in with her sweet juices. Because, fuck, as much as we were trying to fight it, she was mine. And I wanted to mark her in every way possible. Fuck, thinking about her being stuffed full of my seed made my cock stir again. But that was just going to have to wait.
“Oh, Nate, shit. I don’t think I can... Oh!” Her hands fisted my hair. Her hips moved, grinding into my face. Her moans grew louder until she came around my mouth.
I crawled back up the bed and pulled her into my arms. We stayed like that for a long time, our fingers tracing lazy lines over one another’s bodies. I didn’t want her to leave. I knew it was late and she was tired. I also knew that she was more than likely going to sneak out the moment I fell asleep. Sadness crept into my chest at the thought of not waking up to her. I couldn’t ask her to stay, as much as I wanted to. She turned in my arms and propped her chin on my chest, pulling me from my thoughts.
“What are you thinking about?” she quietly asked, leaving me to wonder if I should just tell her everything.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Reagan
We were having such an amazing night and then I had to go and ask a stupid girly question. I could tell the second the words came out of my mouth that I’d ruined things. I was mentally kicking myself. I had just had the most mind-blowing sex of my life and I had to open my stupid mouth.
He hesitated. So I knew whatever answer he was going to give me wasn’t going to be the truth about what he’s been thinking about. Not that I had a right to get pissed that he wasn’t going to share with me. I knew I hadn’t opened up to him, so what else could I expect.
“Do you like workin’ at the bar?” he asked.
I was right, he wasn’t going to tell me. I held back a sigh. I did my best to hide my disappointment. Though, I didn’t think I was ready to hear the truth. I knew we had some kind of crazy connection. It was obvious in everything. The way we looked at each other. The way our eyes would search through a room to find the others. The way our bodies reacted when we touched. But in my mind, as long as we didn’t actually acknowledge it out loud then it didn’t exist. And we wouldn’t have to do anything about it. If it led to us occasionally falling into bed like we just had, I was okay staying in the dark.
“Yeah,” I replied as I laid my head back down on his chest so he couldn’t see in my eyes how crestfallen I was. Not about the bar, I mean it wasn’t the best place to work, but it wasn’t all that bad. No, it was all from him shutting me out.
“I mean, I know that place is a shit hole. But do you like workin’ in a bar?” His question threw me. I wasn’t sure what he was trying to get at.
“I don’t mind it. I like the nightlife. People always seem different then, like you get to see another side of them. And I like talking to people.” I shrugged. His fingers ran through my hair. “Do you like owning a bar?” I felt like I needed to ask him a ridiculous question back. He let out a short, deep chuckle.
“The bar is in my name, but it’s really the clubs.”
“You didn’t answer my question, but I’ll let that slide.” My fingers traced the trail of hair that ran below his belly button. His stomach tightened for a second and his still semi-hard cock twitched. I smiled then made my way back up, following the grooves of his abs. “How long have you been part of the MC?” I was asking the safe questions.
“A little over twenty years.” His voice rumbled through his chest and vibrated through my ear. I wondered if it had anything to do with him losing his parents. I wondered if they hadn’t died would he still have sought out the club life.
My fingers ran along his side. There was a patch of skin that was puckered and rigid. I lifted up to get a closer look. Then I realized that I had never really taken the time to look at him in all his naked glory. The moon supplied enough light for me to see the raises and dips of his skin. My fingers drifted up to a spot on his shoulder. It felt like the one on his side. My eyes met his and he was studying my face closely.
“Are these club related?” I saw something change in his expression. I brought my hand up to the scar on his eyebrow and lightly traced over it.
“Yes,” he said in a flat tone. “Things used to be different. Not much then they are now. But still, there was more.”
I nodded. I got what he was saying without him actually saying it. I understood I was an outsider and I wasn’t supposed to know club stuff. He reached up and took my hand as I rubbed over the scar. He moved our hands down to the one on his side.
“This one I got ‘cause I was young and stupid and trying to prove myself.” He didn’t elaborate. I had a hard time picturing him young and stupid. He moved our fingers to the one over his shoulder. I knew that was a bullet wound. The one on his side I couldn’t tell. It could have been from a knife, but I wasn’t about to ask. “This one I got saving Cal’s life. Was made VP not long after that.” I leaned over and kissed the spot. I had no idea what compelled me to.
“This one?” I said moving my fingers back to his brow. The lines in his forehead deepened.
“Bar fight,” he said. I laughed. I knew there was more to that story.
“You? In a bar fight? Oh, come on. Tell me. Did you break a pool stick over your knee and go after some big guy over a girl.” My tone was joking and light. His lips twitched and my jaw fell open.
“Now, why would you think I’m the one who started it?” he joked back.
“Because you are such a dangerous bad boy.” I ran my fingers down his chest and gave him my best mocking flirty eyes. “Though, the thought of you breaking a pool stick over your knee is kind of a hot image.” He laughed at me. I realized when he let go a little it was the most beautiful thing to witness. His laugh was deep, yet light. I wanted to hear it on replay for the rest of my life.
“For you, I would.” He pulled me down and kissed me before I could respond. When he broke the kiss I was breathless and dizzy. My eyes fluttered open looking directly into his. I felt him hardening against my hip. I let out a little giggle as I reached down and stroked him.
“Just can’t get enough, can you?” I asked. I kissed him as I straddled his body. I needed one more taste. With Nate, it never seemed like it was enough for me and I didn’t know when this would happen again. Tomorrow our walls would be all the way back up.
