Corrupted (7 page)

I wake up and the excitement I’ve felt on every other birthday is absent. I wonder if I could just stay in here all day. I’m not looking forward to everything that today brings. Today I’m eighteen. The club really only granted me protection until this day and now I’m uncertain of my place. I thought that Shooter would have brought up what happens past today at some point but he hasn’t, and I’ve been scared to ask.

At one point, I thought I would find my place with Jordan today but I don’t see that happening. I know I’m an adult now but I still have no means to take care of myself outside of these doors. Being so helpless sucks.

A knock sounds at my door and it opens slowly. Tracie is standing there with a couple balloons and a small gift bag.

“Happy birthday, Mary! You’re legal now!” She jumps on the bed causing us both to bounce. “Here!”

She shoves the gift bag at me. “Thanks, Trace, you didn’t have to get me anything.” I open the bag and when I lift the tissue paper my eye bug out of my head. “Oh my God!” It’s a damn vibrator! My cheeks turn red as I shove it back into the bag.

She laughs as she stands up from the bed. “You’re gonna need that! Don’t be afraid to explore girl!”

She closes the door leaving me dumbstruck on my bed. What a way to start off the day. I decide to get up and get dressed, slipping on a pair of black yoga pants and one of my “Support Deathstalkers MC” shirts. When I walk out into the common area, everyone is cheering and gathered in a circle.

“You’re finally a brother now, Whip!” Jordan is standing in the middle. He’s back. They must be patching him in. I walk past the crowd hoping to go unnoticed. “Lucy!” Twisted shouts. “Happy birthday!”

I turn trying to plaster a believable smile on my face. “Thanks.” I walk toward the kitchen wanting to get away before I become the center of attention.

I’m looking in the fridge for something to make for breakfast when the door closes. I look up to see who did it and I’m frozen.

Jordan.

“Come on.” I stare at him in complete confusion. He extends his hand out to me but I make no move to take it. “Lucy, come with me.”

I shake my head. He hurt me. There is no way I want to go anywhere with him.

“No? Why not?” He takes a step toward me and I take one in retreat. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“You walked out on me.” My voice is soft and weak. “I don’t want to go with you.”

“I know. I screwed up. Let me take you somewhere and explain.” He takes another step toward me and I retreat the same way shaking my head again in response.

Before I know what is happening Jordan picks me up by my ass and turns me around pressing me into the wall. It’s like deja vu. “I left so I didn’t break my word to Pres. If I would have stayed, there is no way I would have been able to hold back from making you mine. I’m not asking anymore. We. Are. Leaving.”

He doesn’t explain anymore or put me down, but instead carries me through the clubhouse. The boys cheer and yell as we walk out of the door. Jordan places me on his bike, handing me a helmet, before climbing on in front of me.

“Hold on tight, Sweets.”

I reluctantly grasp his jacket. I don’t particularly want to go with him but a part of me needs to hear what he has to say. Jordan grabs my hands wrapping them around his torso before revving the bike and taking off. I’ve only ever ridden on a bike once before on the way back from Ambrosia with Twisted, but when we hit the highway and pick up speed my heart starts to race. Being like this with him is exciting, scary, and amazing all at the same time.

We pull up to a white two-story house. I look around completely confused as to where I am. Stepping off the bike, I move toward the house when Jordan grabs my hand. He yanks me backward and holds me against him. One hand travels down the side of my body, grasping my thigh and lifting it over the bike so I’m sitting with my back to him.

His hand sweeps my hair to the side exposing my neck. When his lips touch my skin, I break out in goose bumps. While it’s the best distraction I’ve ever had, I pull away from him.

“Jordan, you can’t just—”“

“No. No more talking. I will explain everything to you, Luce, just trust me. Right now I need you. I need this.” His teeth nip at my skin and I groan. Jordan stands up, pushing me forward farther on the bike, before sitting back down. “Hold on, Sweets.”

I grab the handle bars, completely confused as to what he is doing. His left hand slowly begins to graze up and down my inner thigh, while he continues to feast on my neck as if I’m the best meal he’s ever had. Chills run through me and down my spine. The engine revs unexpectedly and I let out a loud moan as the vibration goes straight to my core. The metal of the bike is so hot that it’s only adding to my pleasure.

“Today is the day I finally get to do everything I have wanted to for the longest time. In every way, however I choose. I will own every inch of you today and you will fucking love it. I will make you feel things you’ve never dreamed of.” His words send chills through me as he holds me tight against him. “I just need to know you want that too. Tell. Me. You. Want. This.”

I pause for a moment before answering him. “I do.” My voice is soft and at first, I’m not sure if he hears me.

“Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.” He revs the engine again and I arch my back. Holy shit. This feels amazing. His hand cups me between my legs slowly stroking. My entire body starts to heat, the fever taking over every inch of me. The fires of hell are burning through my veins and it’s delicious.

Jordan’s tongue darts out and traces the curve of my neck. “Let yourself go. Feel me, feel the power of the bike. Let me hear you.” His hand moves around me and pushes down on my lower back so I’m flush with the bike, my chest pushed close to the handlebars. I’m immobile now, at his mercy.

I look behind me when he doesn’t make a move. His eyes are burning with a fire I’ve never seen before. He leans down, his mouth taking mine forcefully. The engine revs again, my entire body tenses. I feel like I’m about to combust into a million pieces. That’s when I scream, letting myself go. Our kiss continues while I ride out the wave of pleasure that has completely taken over my body.

The bike shuts off but I make no move to get off. My body is still humming. Jordan grabs me and lifts me off the bike. “Tell me you want more. I need to hear it.”

I look up at him. My mind is telling me that I need answers, I can’t just give into him. While every other part of my body is screaming at me to push everything else aside. It’s what I have wanted for the longest time, now I have it. “I want more.”

A low growl sounds from his chest as he picks me up and carries me up to the house. Once he gets the door open, we step inside and he kicks it closed. Still holding me, he begins to climb the steps, entering the first door at the top of the steps. I look behind me to see a bed. Nerves wrack my body. Am I ready for this?

“Hey.” My eyes meet his. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise, Luce. Starting today you’re mine, I will protect you with my fucking life. You don’t ever need to feel fear again. I’ll take all of it.” He lowers me so my feet are now on the floor. “I have been waiting for this day.” His hands grasp the bottom of my shirt pulling it slowly over my head. I decide to be daring and hook my fingers into the waistband of my pants lowering them down to the floor, kicking my sneakers off at the same time.

As I stand in front of him in only my bra and panties, I feel completely vulnerable. My unsteady hands reach for his cut, slipping it off his shoulders, only when I see there is no place to hang it with the respect it deserves do I let it fall to the floor. I grip his t-shirt and lift it, but he’s so tall I can’t quite get it over his head, he smiles down at me and pulls his shirt free. I gasp when I see his body, I envisioned a ton of tattoos but his skin is flawless. His wide chest and sculpted abs seem to almost be begging for my touch. I skim my hands over him, when I reach the waistband of his jeans I look up at him nervously.

Jordan’s hand cups my cheek. “You are so damn gorgeous.” He kisses me reverently. A gentle exploration quickly turns into heated passion. He pulls me flush against his body, rubbing his jean clad cock against my stomach. “Let your fears go. Just be here with me. Right now.”

His fingers caress my skin, proving that despite his status as a biker, he can be slow and tender with me. It makes my heart sore and I instantly melt into him. His fingers deftly unclasp my bra and it joins the growing pile of clothes scattered on the floor.

I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling it nervously. I look up to him again, seeing nothing but strong, steady Jordan. My Jordan. Steeling my nerves, I reach for his belt and somehow manage to unfasten his pants. Brazenly I push them down, leaving his briefs behind, still not confident enough to take that step. Having none of that Jordan takes over, pushing both his boxer briefs and his jeans to the floor before kicking out of them.

When his penis springs out from it’s confines, my eyes grow wide. I remember the time I caught him in the pantry, I caught a brief glimpse of it then, but seeing it up close, it looks huge. It’s thick and long, the head an angry red, glistening with pre-come.

Insecurity takes over again and my lack of experience causes my anxiety level to spike. How can I ever please him? I have no idea what to do. How to touch him. I’m going to disappoint him and make a fool of myself.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you, babe.” Jordan kisses me once more, slow and gentle. As he guides me to the bed, lifting me he lays me down before covering my body with his, never breaking the kiss that is slowly turning into something more passionate. I’m overwhelmed by him, he’s everywhere all at once, his lips on mine, his hands roving over my body.

Breaking the kiss, I suck in much needed oxygen. It feels like my heart is pounding out of my chest. I don’t have time to process any of this because he wraps his lips around my nipple and sucks it into his mouth, tonguing the sensitive flesh. Using his fingers, he massages the curves of my other breast, plucking and twisting the other nipple. Without a conscious thought, my body curves up into his attentions and a gasp escapes my lips.

He switches breasts and his mouth finds my other nipple, giving it the same attention. It feels so amazing that the pleasure has distracted me to what his other hand is doing, I don’t realize until his fingers are sliding through my slickness that he’d even removed my panties. I gasp when he finds my clit, circling it with the rough pads of his fingers. I cry out in surprise, instantly embarrassed by the way my body is responding so quickly.

“That’s it, Sweets, let go for me.”

Kissing his way down my body, he dips his tongue into my belly button causing me to squirm at the tickling sensation. He looks up at me with a devilish smirk on his face as he lowers his head between my legs.

“You don’t have to . . .” I start to protest, but it falls on deaf ears when he spreads my lips with his fingers and the hot touch of his tongue glides across me.

He flicks his tongue against my clit, circling it slowly, licking his way down and lapping at me with abandon. My hips start to move, grinding into his face, my body knowing what to do even when I don’t. I grip the sheets between fisted hands, feeling myself build into something huge that is just out of reach. The pressure building until I can hardly stand it, Jordan’s name falling from my lips like a prayer or a curse.

“I’ve got you, come for me, Luce. Give it to me.” He says as he inserts his finger inside me, pushing deep. I do as he says, my orgasm crashes over me, leaving me shuddering and moaning.