RIDE (A Stone Kings Motorcycle Club Romance) (12 page)

Her lips parted as she fixed her eyes on mine. I read the story of her desire in them as I touched her silently. Her breathing began to grow shallower, inhaling sharply as I softly pinched the pink bud. She arched her back in pleasure. “Caleb…”

My old name escaped her lips like a memory rising inevitably back to the surface.

“Jesus. Eva…” My throat tightened. It was almost overwhelming, being there with her. I wanted to throw her onto the bed right then and there, but I had waited too long for this.

I needed to make it last.

Reaching behind her, I unclasped her bra and pulled it away from her, watching the glorious orbs spring free. Her skin was as creamy as I had imagined it, the pink buds taut and calling out to be touched.

My mouth began to water as I took them in my hands, teasing the nipples with my thumbs as I bent to kiss her again. My cock was throbbing now, so hard I half-expected it to rip through my jeans. Eva was moaning softly, clutching at my T-shirt to pull me closer to her. Her head was thrown back, her mouth completely given to me without reservation. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she was wet for me, and I couldn’t wait to taste her, to hear what she sounded like when I made her come with my tongue.

Shuddering, pulled my mouth from hers and took a step back to get a better look at her. “Take off your jeans,” I growled as I pulled my own T-shirt over my head. “I want to watch you.”

Suddenly shy, her skin flushed a rosy pink, but she met my gaze and did as she was told.

She slowly licked her lips, pulling the lower one between her teeth, and ran her hands up over her breasts, cupping them for a moment as I watched her. Sliding them down her waist, she slowly unbuttoned her jeans, then pushed them down over her hips, stepping out of them. For a few seconds she stood in front of me in just her lacy black panties, then ran a finger under the waistband and pulled those down as well. They dropped to the floor, and there she was, naked for my pleasure and mine alone.

I reached down and undid my jeans, pushing them down and kicking them aside. My cock sprang free, pulsing visibly. I didn’t want anything between us any more. It needed to just be us, our bodies, coming together.

Eva drew in a sharp breath as she looked at me standing before her. Her lips parted as she stared at my throbbing erection. “Caleb. Trig. God, please…” Her eyes begged me where words failed her, and I held out a hand. She reached for it, and I pulled her toward the bed.

She lay down, and I moved over her, pressing her legs apart so that I was kneeling between them. Bending a knee to brace myself, I lay lightly on top of her so as not to crush her, my cock barely brushing against her hot sex. She gasped and angled her hips toward it, arching her neck in a silent plea.

I leaned down and crushed her mouth against mine, our tongues dancing hungrily as electric current seemed to pass between us everywhere we were touching. I had never felt anything like it. I groaned loudly, my cock so close to sinking deep into her waiting channel, but I fought against it.

There was nothing I wanted more in the world, but first, I needed to make Eva come.

As I pulled my mouth away from hers, she was gasping. Her eyes were that dark, unfathomable blue that haunted my fantasies. I moved downward, my mouth closing over one nipple, and began to lick and lave at it.

A soft mewling sound came from her throat, her hands clutching at my back and hair. As I teased her, her thighs parted, and she thrust her hips up in a desperate attempt to relieve the ache between her legs. I wanted to drive her crazy, have her out of her mind with need when I finally arrived there. My mouth moved to her other breast, sucking and flicking as she whimpered and strained toward me.

I was half-delirious with need myself, my cock threatening to explode just from this. I ached to reach down and finish myself with a few swift strokes. I knew that was all it would take.

Reaching down, I moved my hand between her legs, sliding one finger between her soaking folds. Eva cried out again and grabbed my arm, thrusting against my palm. “Make me come, Caleb. Oh, God…” she begged. My mouth was still on her nipple as I grazed my thumb lightly against her clit. Her loud moan was so instantaneous I knew she would fly over the edge if I kept touching her there, so I drew back and began to kiss and lick a trail down her stomach.

Her legs parted even wider as she realized where I was going, head lolling sideways against the pillow as she moaned and writhed impatiently.

My mouth was inches away from her pussy now, and I paused for a moment in anticipation.

“Eva, Jesus Christ, you’re fucking gorgeous…” I breathed. I looked up and saw her gazing back down at me with unconcealed need.

“I’m going to make you come with my tongue, Eva. I’m going to lick this gorgeous pussy of yours until you scream my name.” Her thighs spread and tensed as she waited for the first stroke. Flattening my tongue, I moved forward and took one long, languorous lap at her lips and clit. She cried out at my touch and thrust her hips toward me. I teased her, as slow and as soft as I could make it, and chuckled low in my throat as she mewled and thrust toward my mouth.

Eva began to plead in short, incoherent gasps: “Please, oh, God, Trig, please, let me come!” I plunged my tongue deep inside her pussy, reveling in her juices and loving the way she begged me for more. I inserted one finger inside her and continued my assault on her clit, sucking it softly between my lips and caressing it with my tongue. It hardened like a marble and her thighs tensed suddenly.

With a final flick, I lapped at her needy nub, and she exploded, screaming my name as she writhed and bucked against my tongue.

I was beyond the point of trying to control myself any longer, and I sat up quickly, kneeling between her legs. She was still shuddering as I slid the tip of my cock along the soaking entrance to her channel. I was on the verge of thrusting into her when I remembered the condom, and I quickly leaned over and grabbed one from the nightstand.

Sliding it over my shaft, I moved back into position. By now, Eva had opened her eyes again and was staring at me with lust. “Fuck me, Trig,” she whispered, her eyes hooded with desire.

There was no way for me to do this slowly. I grabbed her hips and thrust deep inside of her. She gripped at the sheets and threw her head back, crying out loudly. I pulled out and thrust again. And again. The ache in my balls told me I wouldn’t last long, and I could already feel myself getting larger inside her. I began to speed up, and her body matched my rhythm, urging me on.

“Oh, God,” Eva moaned. “I’m going to come again…”

“Come with me, baby. I fucking need it. I need you to come with me.”

I thrust harder and faster, taking us higher with every beat, and soon I felt Eva convulse around me. Light splintered around me as I pushed into her one final time and shot myself deep inside her, her pussy milking me completely as she called out my name.

I fell sideways on the bed, taking her with me so that I would stay inside her as long as possible. She flung one leg over me and pushed her hips toward mine, clearly wanting the same.

I held her fast as she clung to me, both of us gasping and waiting for our breathing to come back to something like normalcy.

“Oh, my God,” she said breathlessly. “I don’t mind saying that was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”

I chuckled softly and kissed the top of her head. “You and me both.”

“I guess we needed that,” she panted.

“Well, nothing like ten years of foreplay to build up the tension.” I pulled her closer to me and sighed, suddenly exhausted.

A soft laugh escaped her. “I guess you’re right.”

We stayed like that in comfortable, blissed-out silence for a while. I couldn’t ever remember feeling so content. I didn’t want to think about anything else but just this moment. We lay there, not talking, as though through sheer force of will, we could push away the past and the future, and just live in an eternal present.

Unfortunately, sometimes the most mundane things interrupt a perfect moment.

“I have to pee,” Eva said.

I groaned. “Way to ruin it, Van Buren.”

I eased away and let her detach herself from me, then watched her perfect ass as she walked toward the bedroom door.

“Down the hall to the right,” I called as I pulled the condom off, knotted it, and threw it into the trash can next to the night stand.

I propped myself up on my elbow so I could see her gorgeous body when she came back into the room. She gave me an impish smile and crossed her arms over her breasts. “Brr, I’m cold. Can we get under the covers?”

I pulled the comforter out from under me and shook it out, then held it up for her so she could crawl in. She scooted up close to me and nestled into the crook of my arm for warmth.

“Mmmm, that’s better,” she cooed.

She was right. It was better.

“You know, I’m gonna have to go soon,” she murmured. “I have to get Zoe from Mrs. Hayes.”

“Yeah, I know.” I didn’t want her to go. That was a first.

“Not right now, though,” she sighed, snuggling closer.

We lay like that for a few minutes, not talking. My mind wandered aimlessly as I basked in the pleasure of just being lazy with her.

“Hey,” I asked, the thought suddenly occurring to me. “How’d you know where I live?”

She propped herself up on her elbow and gave me a sly grin.

“I have access to your therapy records, remember?”

“I don’t think that’s strictly legal,” I commented.

“No. It’s not.” She frowned. “And believe me when I say that normally, I would never do that. But desperate times call for desperate measures.”

“What were the desperate times?” I teased. “Trying to talk me back into therapy, or trying to trick me into sleeping with you.”

“The first one,” she grinned. “But hey, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”

A few minutes later, Eva sighed and said she really did have to get going. I watched her dress, then walked her to the door.

As I kissed her goodbye, there was no talk of what would happen between us the next day, and it was probably better that way. All I knew was, she had convinced me to go back to therapy.

And also, that I couldn’t wait to see her again.

F
or the next few days
, I did my best to not let my brain overanalyze whatever it was that was happening between Trig and me.

Since that first night of mind-blowing sex, we’d managed to make seeing each other outside of therapy a daily occurrence, even if sometimes it was only for a few minutes.

I’d even invited him over for dinner again, which thrilled Zoe, and we’d ended up the evening back on the couch trying desperately to be quiet as we made out like teenagers.

I’d gotten through the first few days by telling myself that it was fine for the two of us to just be enjoying each other’s company with no strings attached. He didn’t bring up the future, and neither did I. I told myself it was better that way.

His therapy was going well, and he seemed less worried about his recovery than he had been before. I was happy that he finally seemed to be trusting me not to lie about his prospects.

And the sex. Oh, God. The sex.

A little more than a week after that first night together, though, and my brain started to go into “what does this all mean” mode. I guess I just wasn’t really the “live in the moment” type, and my overactive imagination started turning this thing with Trig over and over, examining it from every angle, until I was just about going crazy.

My bestie Vanessa, nosy as always, had picked up right away on my subtle shift in mood.

“What’s the matter, girl?” she asked me one morning during our coffee break. The two of us were sitting at a cafe table outside the hospital’s bakery/coffee shop. I was working my way through a lemon-poppyseed muffin, and she was picking at a cranberry-almond scone and drinking her usual skinny latte.

“What do you mean?” I asked innocently. But it was ridiculous to even try to hide anything from her. I knew damn well she wasn’t going to let me off the hook.

“Don’t give me that,” she snorted. “You’ve been walking around with that blissed-out ‘I just got laid’ face for the last week and a half, so I know what’s going on between you and Tattooed Guy. But the last couple of days, you got a pinched thing going on right here.” She grabbed the skin between her eyes. “Something’s peeing in your Rice Krispies, and it’s wrecking your post-coital glow.”

“Damnit, Vanessa,” I complained. “I thought that once I actually started something up with a guy, you’d back off.” I broke off a piece of my muffin. “If I’d known you were going to get even nosier…”

“You’d what? Not have sex with Mr. Hottie? Please.” Vanessa waved her hand. “Look, you may as well just tell me what’s up. You know I’m gonna worm it out of you anyway.”

I shook my head in exasperation. “Fine. You win. But honestly, it’s mostly nothing. This thing with Trig, we’re trying to keep it light. But my stupid brain won’t let me just enjoy it for what it is.”

“Okay, now we’re talking.” She had finished the last bite of her scone and now crumpled up the paper it had been sitting on. “So, what’s your brain fixating on?”

“Well…” I frowned, considering how much to tell her. “For one thing… I think he’s kind of a man whore.” I leaned toward her and lowered my voice. “Do you know what he told me about how he got shot?”

She raised her eyebrows curiously. “Spill,” she urged.

“He said…” I began. “Well, he implied that it was the husband of someone he was having sex with who shot him. He said he didn’t know the woman was married.”

Vanessa burst into laughter. “That’s hilarious!” she cried.

“No it’s not!” I protested. “I mean… that’s crazy stuff. Who lives like that?”

Vanessa was still chuckling, but she made an attempt to calm herself.

“Look, he said he didn’t know she was married. I mean, it’s a hilarious story, and I’ll grant you something like that doesn’t happen to everyone. But you can’t really blame him if he didn’t know, right?” She spread her hands.

“I’m not
blaming
him, exactly,” I countered. “It’s just… what does it say about a guy that he’s getting shot by a jealous husband?”

“It says he’s hot, and women want to have sex with him.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Whatever. Plus, if you’re trying to keep it light, what do you care about his sexual past? As long as you’re using protection.” She cocked her head at me. “You are using protection, aren’t you?”

“Of course! What do you take me for?” I retorted.

“Well, okay, then. I see that as a non-issue. Is that all?”

Vanessa clearly wasn’t going to let me dwell on this one.

“Not quite…” I admitted. “There’s something else.”

“Aha! I knew it!” she said. “I knew you trotted out the fake reason as a diversion from the real one.”

“How do you
do
that?” I shook my head in disbelief.

“I have a sixth sense.” She settled back into her chair and took a sip of coffee. “Okay. Tell me.”

“Oh, God, it’s such a long story…” I moaned. “It’s so not worth getting into.”

“So, tell me the short version.”

I sighed. “Okay. So. I don’t think I ever told you this, but I actually know Trig from a long time ago. We went to high school together.”

Somehow, Vanessa was less surprised by this than I expected. “Okay. And?”

I looked at her curiously. “Um… And, uh, we kinda sorta almost had a thing. But not quite.”

She smirked at me. “For a smart, educated woman, your command of the English language leaves something to be desired.”

“Ugh.”
Damnit
. “Okay. We… he…” I tried again, stumbling awkwardly over my words. “Well, he was my first kiss. And I really,
really
liked him. But then… I found out that he had said some really hurtful things about me behind my back. So I kind of dumped him before we ever got started.”

She waited for a few seconds, then cocked her head in confusion. “Is that all?”

“Ugh. Yes, that’s all. But Vanessa, it hurt a
lot
at the time. I was humiliated.” Her skeptical look made me feel suddenly ridiculous. “I know it doesn’t sound that bad now,” I concluded lamely.

“So, you were humiliated, like he told the whole school about it and then you were a laughingstock?” she asked.

“No…” I trailed off. “I only heard about it from one person. But that was enough.”

The more I talked about it, the more I realized how silly most of this probably sounded to her.

“Huh.” Her face was blank. “Well, okay. Have you asked him about it now? Like, asked him why he did it?”

“Not exactly,” I confessed. “I mean, he apologized for it a few weeks ago — for hurting me, that is — but when I pressed him on it, he admitted that he didn’t even really know what he had done wrong in the first place.” I looked at her in disgust. “I mean, how does he not even
know
? Either he’s lying, or he’s completely forgotten about it. Either way, it’s shitty.”

“Or he never did what you think he did,” she said.

“What?” I asked her in disbelief.

“Well, I mean, that is a third possibility. Right?” She took another sip of her latte. “All you have to go on is what some third party said he said. And besides, even if he did do what you say he did, it was a long time ago. I’m sure I did lots of shitty stuff when I was younger that I don’t remember anymore. Kids are mean sometimes.”

I took a deep breath and let it out. “You sure are deflating my righteous anger about this, Van.”

“And another thing.” She set down her cup. “Even if he did do all that stuff way back then. Why does that have to mean that he’s not sincere now about how he feels about you? Even if you think he was trying to hurt you way back when. Why, after all these years, would he be so invested in hurting you now? It doesn’t make any sense, Eva.”

I opened my mouth to answer, but shut it again. I didn’t have a good response for her. As much as I hated to admit it, she had a point. We were adults now. What happened when we were eighteen was old news.

But it still hurt. More than I could explain.

“Look, Eva,” she concluded. “You just need to talk to him. Let him know how you’re feeling. That the memory of what he did all those years ago still hurts you. Give him a chance to explain.”

“What? No!” I protested.

She cocked a brow at me. “Why not?”

“He’s gonna think I’m a psycho for bringing up something that happened so long ago.”

She smirked. “Well, then, maybe that’s your sign that you
are
being a little bit of a psycho for being so hung up on this.”

“No,” I said stubbornly. “I’m not. I think it’s important.”

Vanessa rolled her eyes. “Well, then, you need to
ask
him about it if you think it’s important.” She heaved a dramatic sigh. “It is freaking amazing to me how women will wind themselves up into a tight little ball of anxiety, rather than just tackle the issue head-on.”

“Well, what if he lies to me?” I challenged.

She crossed her arms and looked at me. “If he’s the type who would lie to you about this, then isn’t it better for you to ask and find out, than not to ask and never find out?”

Damnit
. She had me there.

“Tell me why I’m your friend again?” I complained.

“Because you need someone to hand you a dose of reality from time to time, to save your neurotic ass from yourself,” she tossed back without missing a beat.

Later that day, when Trig showed up for his therapy appointment, Vanessa made herself conspicuously present, much to my irritation.

“Hey, there beautiful,” he murmured to me as he walked in, dipping his head low so that his breath tickled the sensitive skin behind my ear.

“Sshhh, someone will hear you,” I hissed, pushing him away as I felt my face flush.

Luckily, Adele was on the phone and didn’t notice anything, but Vanessa waltzed right up to the two of us with a grin on her face like the cat that ate the canary.

“Hello, Mr. Jackson,” she said, giving him her winningest grin. “How’re you doing? Eva tells me your
therapy
has been going very well.” She wiggled her eyebrows significantly.

He grinned back at her. “Yes, indeed. Eva is exactly the therapist I needed to whip me into shape.”

He tried to put his arm around me, but I ducked away.

“Well, I’ve got some paperwork to do,” Vanessa said breezily. “You two have a good session, now.”

As I watched her walk away down the hall, she mouthed
“Talk to him!”
behind his back.

I glared at her and turned my attention to Trig.

“Okay!” I said brightly. “So, how’s the leg feeling today?”

“Leg’s fine,” he growled under his breath. “Other parts of my body could use some attention, though.”

I risked a quick grin at him. “Just what are you proposing, sir?”

“Come over to my place tonight. I’ll cook you dinner and then I’ll show you
exactly
what I’m proposing.” He reached down and grabbed my ass. I squealed, and then covered my mouth as I tried not to burst into laughter.

“Actually,” I replied as I swatted him away, “Could you come over to my place instead? Zoe’s got the sniffles, and I don’t want to leave her for the evening. I think she might have picked up what Mrs. Hayes had.”

“Sure thing.” He nodded. “You want me to pick up some pizza or something, so you don’t have to cook?”

“No, that’s okay. I’ll make something.” I looked at him regretfully. “I’m sorry to do make you come over to my place. I know you’d probably prefer to be alone.”

“It’s no big deal at all, Eva. You’re a package deal,” he said simply. “Zoe’s part of that package. And I like her. She cracks me up.” He gave me a sly grin. “Besides, making out with you on the couch is hot.”

“Well,
maybe
… we could risk taking it into my bedroom tonight. If we’re quiet.”

“If
we’re
quiet?” he protested. “Honey,
you’re
the screamer in this relationship.”

I froze for a moment.
Relationship
.
Are
we in a relationship? I didn’t know. Did I want to be?

Did he?

I pushed the thought away.

“I can be quiet. Just you wait. You won’t hear a single peep out of me.” I tossed my head defiantly.

“Challenge accepted,” he chuckled.

As I led him through his exercises, my mind kept wandering back to the word he had used.

Relationship
.

We had seen each other every night since the first time we’d had sex. He got along great with Zoe. I was pretty sure he wasn’t seeing anyone else — hell, he’d hardly had time to.

In many ways, what I had with Trig was exactly what I would have imagined if someone had asked me to describe my ideal relationship. The fact that he was a tattooed biker notwithstanding, he was pretty much perfect.

And that was just the problem.

Wasn’t he too good to be true?