Kellan (28 page)

“Okay,” she finally said.
 

“Okay?”
 

“Yeah. The thing is, Kellan, I’m in love with you. All the way. And you came for me.”
 

“I’ll always come for you. You and Mitch. Even your dad. You’re part of me now. And this club. You’re not alone. You’ll never have to face this stuff alone.”
 

She smiled, went up on her knees and cupped her hands around my face. Her hair fell over me, tickling my chin as she leaned down and kissed me.
 

“Does that make me your old lady? Am I officially a biker bitch? Do I get my own jacket?”
 

“You watch too much TV.”
 

She straddled me and I slid my hands across her hips. Her ass was firm and round and I gave her a solid spank that made her gasp. Then I felt the reflexive heat
between her legs. Yeah. My girl liked to play. My cock stiffened and Mallory moved against me.
 

“I want you,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss me again. I’d wanted to be gentle. Give her space after everything that happened, but Mallory had other ideas. I pulled her close with one hand on that sweet ass, the other against the small of her back. Mallory started to thrust her hips against me, her legs opening wider as she tried to find my cock. And I wanted to give it to her. I wanted to lose myself in the depths of her slick, hot wetness.
 

But not before I had her begging for it.
 

I flipped her over with a movement so quick she squealed. Her sexy laugh sent a jolt of heat straight down to my dick. Yeah. I wanted to hear her make that sound for the rest of my life.
 

I put my hands on her thighs and coaxed her to spread her legs wide. She was only too eager to comply. Moaning, she arched her back and I positioned myself between her sweet, creamy thighs.
 

“Kellan,” she panted my name.
 

I teased her. Showed her no mercy with my tongue as I licked and stroked her most sensitive pink flesh. She was wet. Dripping. Her poor little clit throbbed beneath the tip of my tongue as I brought her to the edge. She quivered beneath me, struggled to open her legs even wider.
 

“Baby,” she cried. “Please!”
 

That’s what I needed to hear. I played with her just a little longer, until I felt the first shuddering waves as she struggled to find her release. Then, and only then, did I bring myself up on my elbows. I hovered over her. Her eyes were closed and she bit her bottom lip as she thrust her hips upward. I wasn’t even touching her anymore but she still felt those rising waves of pleasure.
 

“Look at me,” I whispered.
 

Her eyes snapped open and flared. She wrapped her legs around me and groaned as I slid into her.
 

Mine. She was mine. I pumped and thrust inside of her as she ran her nails down my back, trying to pull me in even deeper.
 

I’d tried to give her sweet torture, but it was she who tortured me. I couldn’t hold on a single second longer. Mallory felt me seize up and she squeezed her thighs around me tighter, drawing me in.
 

“I love you,” I whispered as I came fast and hard. “I love you.”
 

She held me close as I poured myself into her. I knew she was struggling not to let go herself, letting me ride out my own pleasure before she gave in to hers. When she did, I knew it would be explosive.
 

It was.
 

I held myself still so she could find the friction she needed. Then, my Mallory. My sweet Mallory. She quivered around me as her orgasm ripped through her. It was as if her body couldn’t contain the sensation. She clawed at the bed and threaded her fingers through my hair. On and on she thrust, bucking and writhing beneath me, milking me of every last drop of pleasure.
 

Finally, she crested down and let me hold her.  I drew her close and kissed her.
 

“I love you,” I said again.
 

When she could open her eyes again, she looked at me with that intense fire that had me hooked from the second I first saw her. On that stage, she’d held a crowd in her thrall. Here though, she belonged only to me.
 

“I love you too,” she said, her eyes shining.
 

“Crazy, huh?”
 

She laughed. “Well, you definitely keep things interesting.”
 

Man, I loved that sound. But as she settled against me, I knew the time was right. I’d seen a lot in my life. Survived things I shouldn’t have. When I knew what I wanted . . . when I was sure . . . there was never a good reason not to go for it.
 

“You’re the one for me, Mallory. Do you get what I’m saying?”
 

She got quiet, looked at the ceiling then finally back to me. “Yes.”
 

“I said I won’t lie to you. Things could get nuts again. Probably sooner rather than later. I’ll keep you safe. That’s a promise. But I want you in my life on a permanent basis. You think you’re ready for that? Because I’m all in where you’re concerned. No more running. No more pushing me away.”
 

She brought a hand up and caressed my cheek. “Yeah. I think I’m ready for that. Because things are probably going to get nuts in my life again too. They always do.”
 

I nodded. “Fair enough. I can handle your crazy if you can handle mine. Because I mean it. You’re family now. You and Mitch. Maybe even Justin a little bit.”
 

She laughed. “Well, Mitch is going to love to hear that. He was hoping you’d teach him how to ride a Harley.”
 

“Deal!”
 

“Oh, no, you don’t,” she said, lobbing a pillow at my head.
 

“What do you mean? Now that his sister is a bonafide biker bitch, it’s only natural.” I pulled her against me, loving how she laughed and wriggled. I pinned her wrists above her head. Her eyes flashed with lust.
 

God, I was ready for her all over again.
 

“I am too,” she said. I narrowed my eyes at her, not clear on what she meant.
 

“All in,” she answered. “I’m all in, Kellan. I want to be. You sure
you
can handle that?”
 

I leaned down and kissed her. With the growing heat I felt between her legs, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
 

“Baby, you better believe it.”
 

Her husky laughter filled the room as she raised her hips and guided me all in.
 

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Sawyer
 

Of course, she was there late. Working. Helping. Getting paid shit. She was the guardian angel this town didn’t even know it had.
 

And she was sexy as hell.
 

I stared for a moment. The overhead lights were off in the office. It was probably some money saving timer.
 

A small desk lamp cast a soft glow around her.
 

Brunettes were never my speed, but Bess Geary had gorgeous dark hair, she wore it up. I’d never seen it down, except in my imagination. Her long legs were crossed at the ankle under the desk, she was always the lady always dressed for work.
 

I walked up to her, my boots hitting the floor made her look up.
 

“It’s late. What are you doing here,” She asked and Bess’s chocolate eyes scanned me. My biker exterior couldn’t be more of a contrast to her classic beauty.
 

Everything about her was sexy to me. I loved those pencil skirts she always wore, the gray streak at her temple, and her passion. I wanted to be inside that energy and heat that came off her in waves. I craved it.
 

“I was looking for you. You didn’t show up. I got worried.” Lately if I didn’t know where Bess was, I couldn’t focus. Her presence or lack of it was becoming a central part of my existence.
 

Bess took off her glasses and leaned back from the pile of papers she’d been hunched over.
 

“That’s new. I normally do the worrying.”
 

“Yeah. Time to clock out. I’m taking you out of here.”
 

“I can’t. I have work.” I stepped closer to her desk and gripped her chair from behind. I slid her chair away from her desk.
 

God, she smelled so good. It wasn’t perfume, it was her.
 

I leaned over her and switched off her light. I closed the file.
 

I watched her chest move up and down. It wasn’t just me that felt the attraction when we got close.
 

She’d been pretty damn insistent she wasn’t interested. She was old enough to know that the president of an MC came with complications. But I’d had enough. I’d waited too long. I wanted her. Now. Consequences be damned.
 

I put both hands on her shoulders and eased her out of her chair. She was still as a statue but for her breath. There was a half second that she could have pulled away, said something funny, put up a wall. But she didn’t.
 

It was the opening I’d been waiting for. Patiently. Since I’d first met Bess Geary.
 

I put my lips on the back of her neck and inhaled that scent of hers.
 

My teeth scored her soft skin and she leaned back into me. Her round ass pressed up against me. I slid my hands from her shoulders to the top of her silk blouse. A sigh escaped her gorgeous full lips.
 

That sigh let me know she was in. All in.
 

I turned her to face me and surrounded her in my arms.
 

Her neck was my undoing. I gave it my full attention for a moment and to make sure she was ready for the next step. My lips on hers. I slid my tongue up. I kissed her skin, I inhaled her.
 

And then paused.
 

“Open your eyes,” I told her. She did as I instructed. I watched her lush lashes as she slowly lifted them up and her eyes focused on meeting my gaze.
 

“They’re open.”
 

“Good. I’m not turning back. I want you to understand that.”
 

“My eyes are wide open Sawyer. Finally.”
 

I kissed her. I meant to be soft, I intended to be sensitive. But that’s not what happened. I kissed her hard. I wanted to consume her. My body was greedy for hers. It took over what my logical mind had intended. It told me to go slowly, but I couldn’t.
 

But this kiss. Her mouth. Her warmth. Slow wasn’t an option.