Asunder (Iron Bulls MC #1) (8 page)

We eat in silence for a while.

“Good?” I ask her.

“Mmhmm,” she hums, sounding pleased.

The waitress sets up a folding metal tray stand next to the table.

“Pizza’s comin’ better finish up,” I tease her. When the fuck did I turn into a guy who jokes around with a woman?

She grins at me as she sets her fork down. “I love this place.”

“You’ve never been?”

“Nope.”

The waitress carries out our pizza. I take the cutter from her and dish out slices for each of us. Karina picks up her fork and knife, cutting her slice into smaller pieces she then picks up with her fingers. It’s the oddest thing, but also somehow endearing.

“I don’t want to be a doctor anymore,” she says after a while.

“No?”

She shakes her head. “Too much school. Too much money. Long hours. I’m thinking more like an X-ray tech or something I can finish quickly, but still make money.”

“You do well in school?” Like the asshole I am, all I’m thinking ‘bout is the fact that the club could use someone with medical knowledge to help us out when things get rough.

She shrugs. “I always want to do better, you know?”

No, I really didn’t know. I hadn’t given a fuck about school, other than getting out, but I nod anyway.

“So, what does your father do that he leaves you alone for so long?”

She twitches and shifts in her chair before answering. “He’s a long-haul trucker.”

Something pricks at the back of my mind. Club’s got a trucker who runs some shit for us to Santa Fe every couple weeks.

“Where’s your mother?”

“Dead.”

Shit. “Sorry, baby girl.”

She shrugs and glances away. “Happened a while ago.”

“What else do you like to do?”

She flicks her eyes up at me, as if she’s surprised I give a shit. Hell, I’m surprised myself, so I can’t blame her.

“I read a lot. Hang out with my friend Athena. Nothing exciting.” Her lips curl up into a sexy smirk. “Well, until yesterday when this sexy biker picked me up.”

After her earlier behavior, this more forward, seductive thing she’s doing is fuckin’ hot. I’m really likin’ how unpredictable my little bitch is.

“You stayin’ with me the whole weekend?”

The vixen is replaced with something more vulnerable. “If you want me to.”

“Yeah, I want you to.” Hell, I’m ready to move her into my cabin permanently. Right the fuck now. But I’ll see how the weekend goes and tell her on Sunday.

Then she says three words that make my dick rock hard the instant they leave her lips.

“Then I’m yours.”

Dante stops at a grocery store on the way back to his house. “Ain’t got much food back at the cabin, babe.”

Not a lot of room with the bike to bring groceries back either. We get enough supplies to get us through breakfast and lunch tomorrow.

We make it back to his cabin right as a rainstorm hits. It’s crazy because we haven’t had rain in I don’t know how long. But the sky cracks open and we’re soaked before we make it to the front door.

I squeal, hating the feel of my wet clothes sticking to me. Dante and I tumble into the kitchen, where I help him put the groceries away. We’re both dripping water all over the floor, when he turns to me with one eyebrow raised.

“Strip.”

“Wha-what?” My voice quivers at the unexpected request.

Dante leans back on the counter and folds his thick arms over his chest. “You heard me, baby girl,” he answers in that low, commanding voice that turns me to jelly.

“Yes, daddy.”

I yank the sweatshirt he let me borrow up and over my head and set it on the nearest counter. Next, my T-shirt. I shake wet strands of hair out of my eyes, before reaching for the button on my jeans.

“Turn around and peel those jeans down nice and slow.”

More heat curls in my belly. My nipples are painfully hard and it has nothing to do with the chill.

Slowly, I turn, arching my back and peering over my shoulder as I undo the button and work my pants over my hips. Behind me, Dante groans.

“That’s it, baby girl. Nice and slow.”

I wiggle and tease him a little before slipping my jeans under my ass. Bending over and swaying gets a louder groan from him, so I work the material off faster. Unfortunately, everything gets tangled up in my boots and I almost tip over.

How clumsy and embarrassing.

I sob, on the verge of tears.

Then Dante’s hands are on my hips. “Stuck, little girl?”

I nod pitifully and he turns me to face him. His mouth crashes over mine, taking me in a rough kiss. Big hands wrap around my waist, carrying me to the counter and setting me down. At first, I think it’s to help me get my shoes off, but Dante has other ideas.

“I kind of like you all bound up like this. Lie back.”

I don’t even think about it before cool counter kisses my bare shoulder blades.

“Stretch your arms over your head. Yeah, nice.”

He uses my jeans as a sort of handle and lifts my legs in the air, while he frees his cock. “Stay,” he orders me, while he whips out a condom and rolls it down his thick shaft.

I don’t move a muscle.

He doesn’t just slam into me though. Lightly touching me, he smiles. “All wet and ready for me, baby girl?”

A full-bodied shiver rips through me. My breath rushing in and out in horny pants. Dante just keeps on smiling. Stroking me, circling my clit with his wet, rough fingers, until I’m quivering and trembling at every touch. I’m burning with the need. But I also enjoy the way he’s playing with me, teasing me

“Tell me you want it,” he demands.

“Yes, please, I want your cock so much,” I plead. My girly bits are throbbing with so much need I don’t have the decency to care about how desperate and pathetic I sounded. I just want him inside me, relieving this agonizing ache he’s stirred up.

He doesn’t laugh, or tease me for my desperation. If anything, his expression intensifies.

“Yeah, my baby girl wants it bad.”

I nod frantically. “Yes.”

His cock prods my entrance, but he doesn’t slam into me. He thrusts gently, nudging himself inside me inch by thick inch, while leaning over, staring down at me. Watching my every reaction. Another drag of his cock out and back in. Stretching me open, filling me, the friction of his cock against my sensitive skin shooting sparks of pleasure all over me. I roll my hips, arch my back to invite him deeper. When he seems satisfied I’m ready, he moves fast and wild, pounding into me over and over. The counter is slick with our sweat, and I slide a little. Dante pauses, fumbling with my shoes, ripping my jeans off my legs. He cups his hand over my shoulder, holding me in place for his punishing thrusts. I wrap my legs around his waist and hang on.

It doesn’t take long for his cock to bring me right to the edge. Hot shivers work down my body as I reach my peak. I scream out words that make no sense, my body jerking from the orgasm tearing through me.

Above me he shudders, opens his mouth and lets out a harsh shout. But his eyes never leave my face. His arms shake, the cords in his neck stand out, but he keeps pounding his hips wringing every last bit of pleasure from both of us.

When he finishes, he lowers his head, touches my mouth with his. This is different from our earlier encounters. It’s tender and grateful and wonderful.

As our heart rates slow, I’m slammed with one thought.

I’m fucked.

I’m so motherfucking fucked.

This girl.

My longtime cold, bitter heart is shattering and disintegrating. In its place is something alive, warm, and pulsing with need to possess
this girl
.

I can’t afford to be warm in my life. Anything that belongs to me can be used against me.

The thought of anyone harming her has me ready to dismember men with my bare hands. This isn’t just some weekend fuckfest. I know this. I’m already planning to move her into my goddamn house for fuck’s sake.

“You okay, baby girl?”

Those beautiful pink lips curve into a soft smile. “Yes. I’m more than okay.”

Fuck, she’s sweet. I don’t want to pull out of her, but my softening cock and soggy condom say it’s time. I toss the condom in the trash and clean up. Holding my hand out to her, I pull her into a sitting position and help her off the counter.

She stares up at me with a cute, awed expression. “My legs are shaking.”

I can’t help laughing. “Mine too, babe.”

Stalking over to the sink, I pull down two glasses, fill one with water, and hand it to her. She gulps it down in greedy pulls and sets the glass on the counter. As I take a few sips from my own glass, her gaze bounces around the room. As if on autopilot, she starts picking up our discarded clothes.

“Leave it.”

“But—”

“Leave. It.”

She sets the clothes in her hand on the counter. “Okay.”

Taking her hand, I lead her upstairs and we get ready for bed. The lights are off and I’m under the covers for a few minutes when she slides next to me. Even in the dark, I sense her hesitation. Lifting my arm out, I beckon her to me. “Come on, baby girl.”

She nudges and nuzzles her way under my arm, throwing her leg over mine, wrapping her arm around my waist and after a few minutes falls asleep.

The rest of the weekend is pretty much the same. We fuck. We talk. Karina cooks for us. She’s a hell of a cook, making me want her even more.

Sunday night we’re in the living room. I’m on the couch. She’s sitting on the floor between my feet doing her homework.

Yeah, it’s weird. But I keep reminding myself she’s eighteen.

Every now and then I reach out and run my fingers over her hair and she hums or leans back against me. Other than that, she’s very focused on her work.

When she finishes, she stuffs her books and notes into her backpack. “Do you have a computer I can use?”

“Not here, babe.”

She chews on her bottom lip. “I should have brought my laptop.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I need to submit an essay to one of my teachers.”

“Can you do it in the morning?”

More lip chewing. I press my thumb against her chin to get her to stop. “Yeah,” she finally answers.

I pat the cushion, inviting her to sit next to me. A playful-smile plays over her lips.

“I want to talk to you seriously.”

Her playful smile disappears replaced by nervous lip biting. Once she’s sittin’ beside me, I take her hand. “I like you a lot, Karina. Want you to move in here.”

“What?”

“Did I stutter? I want you here. Like havin’ you around. Like your cooking. Love fuckin’ you. I
don’t
like you living in that neighborhood by yourself all the time. Or walking to school through that neighborhood by yourself.”

“But I need to get to school.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“My father—”

“Your father lets you fend for yourself. He’s gone long stretches.” I reach out and trace her cheekbone with my finger, sliding down to cup her chin. “Baby girl needs to be looked after.”

Those are the magic words. A hiss of air rushes through her parted lips, her pupils dilate. Next to me, her body trembles like crazy.