“Yeah, well, as long as you stay out of my way you can keep it.”
I try to ignore the bite of his words, remembering that his defensive mindset right now is to push everyone away. Now, more than ever, I believe Ripper was right. Skully’s hurting and he needs my help.
7
Skully
Her scent lingers in her wake. Coconut and sunshine, like a warm sunny day on a tropical island. She smells exactly the same but looks even prettier. Though her eyes have definitely changed. This time they weren’t shining with pity but were lit with fear. She’s afraid of me. Her feet were practically shaking in those fancy little heels she was wearing. It makes me wonder who she got dressed up for. Which one of my brothers she’s trying to impress.
She’s working in a motorcycle club, not at some snooty-ass company, yet she was wearing a tight bodysuit, tucked into a tight skirt, showing off all those curves. She even had on makeup and jewelry. And those high-fucking- heels. Heels that make every man imagine what she’d look like in nothin’ but her shoes.
The anger strangles my nerves, and I pick up my pen, drawing a new set of eyes. Greenish-blue eyes filled with fear.
Even that first day I brought her to the clubhouse she wasn’t afraid. I thought for sure a little priss like her from her highfalutin world would be nervous or scared to meet a bunch of one-percenters but she was eager as can be. Excited to see where I lived and where I worked. She wanted me to introduce her to everyone, not a fear about where they came from or whether they had blood on her hands. She wasn’t excited about the sweetbutts though. Those were eyes of jealousy.
“You want to tell me why you’re suddenly in a rotten mood?” I thought for sure it had to do with her realizing my accommodations were nowhere near as nice as what she was used to. I had myself a big room with a seating area and my own bathroom, but it wasn’t a mansion like the one she grew up in. And the walls are paper thin.
“Do you sleep with those girls?”
It hit me right in the left side of my chest the moment I realized it was jealousy that had altered her good mood. She asked me about the girls roaming around the clubhouse, most of them scantily clad and trying to flirt with my brothers. I explained how they were sweetbutts. Didn’t think much of it as I was talking to her about them, but it’s obvious I struck a chord.
I move in, crowding her space, and tip her stubborn chin up. “Let me tell you somethin’, babe. The moment I laid eyes on you at that fair was the moment I forgot that other females exist. Who I slept with in the past, I can’t even fucking remember because all my memories have been replaced by you. There ain’t nothing and no one you need to be jealous of. You’re the only one I want.”
She steps forward, her eyes sharpening around the edges. “You better be a man of your word, Skully. Because if I find out you’re sniffing up another girl’s skirt, I will cut your dick off and shove it down that girl’s throat.”
If I wasn’t already in love, her brazen attitude would’ve sealed her fate. And it’s time I sniffed up her skirt. We’ve kept things pretty PG over the last few weeks, mainly because I’ve been trying to wine and dine her proper. I’m aiming for forever with this girl, so doing it right is important. Now that she’s made her claim on me, it’s time to take things to the next level. I’ve been dying to find out if that pussy of hers smells just as good as the rest of her.
I lift her from the ground and press her up against my door, my blood running so hot I might catch fire. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want her. I want to lick her from clit to ass and feast on her pleasure until she passes out in my arms. She told me her parents are out of town for the night, which means she’s mine until the sun rises, and damn, if I’m not going to savor every minute of my time with her.
“You know how fucking sexy you are when you’re jealous?” I lick my lips, dying for a taste.
“Yeah, well, I hate the feeling, so don’t try to make a habit out of seeing this side.” Fuck, she’s amazing.
“I will never lie to you, baby. When I tell you you’re all I fucking want, I mean it. Now, wrap your arms around me and prove I’m your man. Prove I don’t have to worry about any of those country club brats taking you away from me.” She’s the one I need to be worried about. I’m a roughneck from the wrong side of the tracks. What if she wakes up and realizes she can do better?
But the kiss she gives me alleviates every single worry. The emotion runs through her, making my knees wobble. It’s filled with so much sexual tension and need, I’m drowning in my lust for the girl. When she starts to climb my frame, I finally release her lips. It’s time to kiss her elsewhere.
I slide down to my knees, and there’s a new look in her eyes: anticipation, excitement, heat. I’m about to make those eyes of hers burn even hotter.
“I’ve been thinking about kissing between your legs since that first night we met. One day, I’m going to take you back up on that Ferris wheel so I can fulfill my fantasy.” I slide her skirt up, watching the goose bumps break across her skin. My head drops forward and I slide my nose up her inner thigh, breathing in that sweet scent. I’ll never get enough of her. When I get to her panty-covered pussy, I inhale deep. My mouth watering. “Like cotton candy,” I moan, dropping my lips over her clit and sucking her right through the satin. Her hips buck forward, and her hands brace against the door at her back as the pleasure rolls through her. She’s so sensitive. It makes me eager to know what happens when I make direct contact.
I slip the material to the side and go in for a real taste.
Bang!Bang! Bang!
The knock on the door yanks me right out of my memory, like jerking me from a deep sleep. I’m rattled. Breathing hard. My heart racing. And I realize that my heart isn’t the only thing pumped with blood and pulsing. I’ve got my dick in my hand, fisting myself hard and fast. The memory of that night seeping from the end of my tip.
“Skully!” Ripper shouts through the door. “Open the fuck up or I’m coming in.”
Fuck! I quickly tuck my dick away and scoot my chair to where I’m tucked further under the table. Don’t need him seeing the third leg between my thighs and have him calling me out on it. Because he will.
Jesus. It’s been so long since my dick was aroused, my seed is spilling in my pants without any contact. Throbbing like I’m onthe verge of tipping over the edge. He needs to get in and get the hell out because I need to come.
“Why the fuck are you bothering me?” I bark out.
The door opens and in he walks. I would lock the thing, but they just bust right through that shit. Worried I’ve done something to hurt myself.
“Saw your girl back in the office working. I take it you didn’t send her packing?” She’s not my girl. Though, my entire system fights that thought.
