CHAPTER FOUR

– DEANNA –

Making a quick escape into the kitchen to throw away the trash doesn’t do anything to calm down the raging lust inside my body. His admission was as if hearing my own thoughts thrown out into the open. Apparently, we both share the lust, aggravation, annoyance, craving, chemistry thing we have going on between us.

I squat down and pick up the two barbells. Using some of the disinfectant spray, I clean them and wander back into the living room. Hayden has his head back and his eyes closed. I should disappear into the bedroom and sleep off whatever desire that’s forcing me to stay rooted.

“Hold out your hand,” I tell him.

His eyes flash open and our gaze connects. My heart skips a freaking beat when he holds out his hand, palm up, for me without asking why. I place the two barbells on his palm and reach for the hem of my shirt. His chest rises and falls, speeding up once my shirt hits the floor. Reaching back, I take off my bra and let it land somewhere as well.

Stepping closer, I straddle his lap, and tell him, “Mind giving me some help?”

He swallows hard and croaks, “Fuck,” before he lets his gaze slide to my breasts. “Gotta get your nipples wet first.”

“I know.” My voice sounds sultry, and I can hear the desire vibrate in my own ears.

My breath catches when he leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth. I can feel the pull when he slowly sucks between my legs. He lets his tongue flick the hard peak and I swear my eyes cross from the bliss he’s giving me.

Damn. The man has only put his mouth on my nipple and it’s drawing out more pleasure I’ve ever felt with any kiss or sexual experience I’ve had in the past. He sucks while leaning his head back, making my nipple slip from between his lips with a soft pop.

Grinning up at me, he takes one of the barbells and unscrews the tiny ball. He wets the barbell and expertly puts the piercing in place. When he repeats the whole thing with my other nipple, I’m ready to choke him with my pussy. Seriously, I want to ride his face and deprive him of air. Death by pussy is what this man deserves for making me horny as hell.

His hands come up and he cups my breasts, flicking both piercings simultaneously with his thumbs.

“Hayden,” I grit and wait for his gaze to land on mine to tell him, “If you don’t make me come soon, I’m going to satisfy myself by killing you.”

The corner of his mouth twitches and I swear, if he so much as utters one laugh, I’m going to punch the fucker in the damn throat. Instead, he reaches between our bodies to unbuckle and unzip.

“Pants off,” he orders and I jump from his lap to quickly shove my pants and panties off in one go.

Hayden has his jeans around his ankles and is fisting his thick, hard, and very pierced cock. “Climb on and take what you want.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” I mutter under my breath.

Reaching down, I part the lips of my pussy, feeling how freaking drenched and primed the man already made me just by sucking on my nipples. He taps my clit with the pierced head of his cock, the sound of both our piercings colliding and the jolt of pleasure it gives me catches me by surprise and I moan. Loudly.

“Fuck, that’s sexy,” he huskily states and repeats the action. “Next time I’m going to eat your pussy and play with your clit. Shit. Sink down on my cock before I…fuuuuck, yeah.”

I groan and stare down to see how my pussy stretches to take his hard length inside me. He grabs my hips and shoves me down while his hips go up. Motherfucker. I’ve never fucked a guy who was pierced, and I’m pretty sure it’s also due to the size and the thick girth, but there’s no other way to put it than Hayden’s cock is a magic stick that put a spell on my pussy.

Tightening my legs against his thighs, I grind myself against him to brand this feeling into my brain. Feeling him this deep, his piercing hitting a place that makes my damn breath catch while my clit hood piercing finds friction against the trimmed curls of his groin.

I flash my hands up to grip his neck. Our gaze locks and I slowly rise, only to slam back on his cock. Each time I do I rise a little higher and pick up more speed. I’m already close, but I want this exhilarating feeling to last.

“Gimme your mouth,” Hayden grits.

I lean down and when our lips touch is when I completely fall off-balance. Instead of bouncing on his cock I hold him hostage deep inside me and grind myself against him for the friction while I relish in his sensual kiss.

How can this man kiss me as if he’s feeding off me, taking what he needs while pumping me full of bliss. He makes me feel surrounded. His hands stroking my hips, his cock filling me, his mouth taking mine.

I explode.

Bliss. Pure. Overwhelming. Stars. Shattering emotions assault my senses and I’m gasping for my next breath to stay alive and in the moment. This right here is experiencing sunshine for the first time when you’ve been surrounded by darkness your whole damn life.

I bury my face into his neck and suck a sliver of his skin into my mouth. He groans and grips my hips in a punishing grip to keep me in place as I feel him thicken and pulse inside me. Slowly his hands slide up my back to pull me closer to him. My nipples rub against the leather of his cut. Even through the fabric of his shirt I can feel his heart beating as fast as mine.

“This is fucking beauty,” he muses, his voice softly vibrating with emotion. “A combination of qualities. You. Me. Us. It’s freedom of desperation everyone seeks in life.”

My head rears back and stare at him as I mutter, “That’s kinda deep.”

The corner of his mouth twitches and I quickly cover his mouth with my fingers to prevent him from saying something to ruin it, but the idiot manages to rumble through the gaps anyway. “Like my cock buried in your tight pussy.”

I huff out a breath and feel his cock twitch, allowing me to also feel liquid sliding out of me. With the lust clearing in my brain, I suddenly become aware of the reason why it felt so freaking good and unlike any other sexual experience I’ve had.

“We didn’t use a condom,” I snap, agitated by my own stupidity.

“I know,” he says without remorse. “I’m clean and I assumed you were too otherwise you wouldn’t have put your slick pussy on my cock.”

Oh, my freaking hell of a devil’s man. I dig my knee in the couch and swing my other leg back to get off the idiot. Our mixed juices are leaking down my legs as I take a step in the direction of the bathroom.

“Fuck, you’re sexy with those tattoos on the back of your legs,” he huskily states.

I shoot the idiot a glare over my shoulder and snap, “I might be clean, but not on birth control. You shouldn’t fucking assume shit and believe me when I say I’m blaming myself for not being more careful. Dammit. Are you even sure you’re clean or do you simply assume that just because you wear a condom when you’re fucking everything with a vagina?”

“Is that your way of calling me stupid?” he snaps, getting up from the couch and kicking his jeans away from his ankles.

I shrug. “Now you’d be correct to assume.”

He growls, and some men might falter under his imposing appearance, but there’s no fear seeping in my bones and I hold my ground with my chin up when I turn to face him.

“I already claimed you in front of my brothers, and your pussy strangled my cock a moment ago as if it needed the life support. You might deny it, and yet you’d be lying about the fact that we fit perfectly together. It’s why I didn’t feel the need to wrap up. Not that I’m in any rush to put a kid in your belly.” His gaze drops to my stomach, and he licks his bottom lip.

“No,” I gasp in outrage. “Do not even humor the thought that just went through your freaking head.”

He grins. “See? We have a deep connection where you can even read my mind.”

I spin on my heels and stomp into his bedroom, making sure to slam the door shut behind me.

It doesn’t stop me from hearing his loud voice state, “Your ass is so fucking sexy when you’re walking away from me.”

“Soak it in while you’re still able to,” I mutter to myself. “Because you’ll see my sexy ass walking away for good real damn soon.”

A long hot shower drains the rest of my energy away. I barely manage to stumble into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my body. Eyeing the backpack Hayden mentioned, I turn to the closet instead and snag a large black t-shirt. It has their patch on the front; the head of a horse with wings behind it.

Areion, an incredibly fast winged horse, the offspring of Poseidon and Demeter. I think. My brain isn’t working at full capacity, but it’s what I remember about the Greek mythology of the word Areion.

Whatever. I pull the shirt over my head, let the towel fall to the floor, and crawl into bed. Sleep comes as soon as my head hits the pillow.

Voices outside the bedroom rip me from a peaceful sleep. Groaning, I stretch my arms above my head and try to tune in and listen if I can make sense of the muted voices. I think one of them is Hayden and know for sure when it gets clearer, as if he’s now standing in front of the door.

“I don’t fucking care if you’re the president’s old lady. You’re in my fucking house, I’m the president as well and I’m protecting the other president’s old lady.”

“I’m her damn twin, I demand to see her. This is a welfare check. The two of you always go head-to-head. What if you killed her? Is that why you’re blocking the bedroom? You were sleeping on the couch. I’m right? Aren’t I? Heath, help me out here,” my sister screeches.

“No, Heath. I fucking mean it. My old lady deserves to sleep in. You need to get a handle on your old lady,” Hayden grits.

Something hits the door followed by my sister’s voice, “Give me one good reason to make me believe why you’re suddenly protecting my sister, and I’ll back off.”

I sit up in bed, completely intrigued and shamelessly eavesdropping to hear the reason.

“She’s the only woman I can be completely myself with who doesn’t start to scream and or run,” he states loud and clear. “I feel at ease, fucking exhilarated, and at peace, even if she throws around her sass, gives me hell, or wants to wring my neck.”

“Fine,” I hear Bran huff. “But I’ll be back later.”

“You do that,” I hear Hayden rumble.

I swing my legs off the bed and wander into the bathroom to handle my business. There’s a new toothbrush sitting on the counter right next to the sink and I greedily take advantage to brush my teeth. Feeling refreshed, I walk back into the bedroom to find Hayden leaning against the wall right next to the now open door.

“You’re making it very hard for me,” he huskily tells me.

I frown and glance at his cock.

Hayden chuckles and pushes himself off the wall and saunters toward me. “Not like that, and yet exactly like it.” He pulls at the hem of the shirt I’m wearing. “I’m talking about this. You look fucking hot. I wanted to let you sleep in and it’s why I checked to see if you were still in bed after all the screaming your sister did.”

“Why did you want me to sleep in?” I wonder.

This man’s grin causes a flock of butterflies to erupt and party hard in my lower belly.

“You need all the energy–”

I cover his mouth with my hand again. “Think before you say anything involving your dick again.”

My eyes widen when I feel his tongue licking my fingers and I pull my hand away from his mouth.

“You’re the one with the head in the gutter, wifey. I was trying to say, you need all the energy to help me torture the Tar Lines fucker so we can get some answers as to where they’re staying in town.”

“Oh.” I step back and turn to pick up the backpack Bee brought. “Let me get dressed and we can go.”

“Get dressed while I make us some breakfast, then we can go,” he corrects.

I throw a glance at him. “I can make breakfast. Have you changed the bandage on your arm yet? How long have you been up?”

“Over an hour. I haven’t changed the bandage yet. You can do it and we’ll make breakfast together after that, okay?”

I nod and quickly divert my gaze when he grins at me again.

“Good. Then I’ll leave so you can get dressed. Come find me in the kitchen when you’re done.”

The door falls shut behind him and I let the backpack drop onto the bed. How the hell am I going to keep my distance from him? The plan wasn’t to stay in this town. We picked it to lay low for a few months, until I had to testify against those two fuckers who have my father’s death on their conscience.

At least one of those assholes is dead. Maybe staying to see where this goes wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Hayden wants Tar Lines gone as much as I do and if I get revenge instead of justice? It’ll be freaking perfect. My sister would think otherwise, but I’ve always been more bloodthirsty than she is.

I growl in frustration. This feels like I’m agreeing to stay to use Hayden, which isn’t the case. The man has my thoughts about him bouncing around like a tennis ball. He can be such a jerk and then he does or say something, like he gave his reasons to my sister just now, that completely blows me away.

Not to mention, he’s invited me to join him to get some answers. I don’t know anything about the MC life, but I’m pretty sure women don’t get a say in any club business. At least, the highlights I was told by Bee, Lynn, and Blue pretty much left it open to the old man’s choice of what he thinks his old lady can handle.

Ugh. There goes my thoughts and feelings about him again, this time bouncing in the right direction. Which, by the way, isn’t very smart because I’m still pissed at myself for not being smarted last night when I practically jumped his cock and didn’t think about a condom until I felt his cum sliding out of me.

Yeah, making decisions isn’t always the best idea when I’m around him. I release a frustrated breath and take out some clean underwear, jeans, socks, and a tank top. A few minutes later I’m fully dressed and have my hair thrown back into a ponytail. I find Hayden in the kitchen stirring eggs and flipping bacon.

“We were going to make breakfast together,” I scold.

He throws me one of his trademark grins over his shoulder. “My arm feels much better this morning. Besides, me fixing breakfast speeds things up.”

“Eager to torture,” I state. “Gotcha.”

“Can you grab some plates?” Hayden points at a cabinet and I grab two plates to put on the kitchen table.

Walking to the fridge, I take some juice, and also fix myself a cup of coffee before taking a seat. Hayden does move better when he brings the toast, eggs, and bacon to the table.

Frowning, I ask, “Did you take some painkillers?”

“Yeah, my mother called bright and early and demanded I did.” He doesn’t look happy about it.

“Do you have something against painkillers?” I wonder.

He shrugs. “I don’t want anything clouding my mind.”

“In some cases, it’s needed to let your body heal,” I tell him.

He butters his toast and grumbles, “You sound like my mother.”

“You mean like a smart woman?” I correct.

Grinning, he gives me a tight nod and takes a bite out of his toast. I have to quickly divert my gaze so he doesn’t catch me grinning back at him like a loon. Whatever. We’ll be throwing out angry words at the flip of a coin anyway. I mean, we had sex and flipped out right after as well.

Clearing my throat, I ask, “Are we taking the SUV? I can drive if you want.”

“No, we’re taking my bike. Ever been on one?” he casually states.

My eyes bulge. “You can’t be serious. Even with painkillers you can’t ride your bike.”

“Don’t see why not. Been riding all my life. Don’t you trust me?”

“This isn’t about trust, you idiot. It’s about being able to handle the weight of the bike when you have a bullet wound in your arm,” I seethe.

He narrows his eyes. “I can handle myself.”

All I can do is glare at the man and bite my tongue so I don’t lash out. Stupid alpha idiot. This isn’t about handling himself. Fuck it. It’s his damn body. If he wants to take the bike, then he can change his freaking bandages himself too.