Chapter 4

CHAPTER

FOUR

DILLION

Tossing and turning, I’m unable to get that man off my mind. I can’t sleep. I’m restless and struggling with my feelings. I still want my secret lover, but this biker was sexy as hell, too. I’ve never been attracted to more than one person at a time in my whole life. This is so confusing for me.

But am I really attracted to them both? I don’t even know what my secret lover looks like. All I know is how he makes my body feel. Which is better than anything I’ve ever felt before him.

Aren’t looks attraction? Shouldn’t I know what he looks like to be wholly attracted to him? I know what the biker looks like, and it is H. O. T.

Absolutely freaking hot.

Beyond hot.

Sitting up, I throw my comforter off my body and stand up from the bed. Moving into the kitchen, I go in search of a bottle of water. The house is dark and a bit too quiet. I have to admit that I’m still a bit scared to be alone. I don’t know why. It’s silly, really.

Maybe it’s because this isn’t really my home, my hometown, it’s my brother’s. This isn’t mine. I was kind of forced to come here. I’m still trying to find my footing in this place. Meeting those women yesterday was a step in the right direction, although I don’t know if I can go to their party tonight.

I’m thinking I shouldn’t.

I need to stay away from that biker.

Lifting the bottle to my lips, I take a long pull of water when I hear a noise at the front door and pause. Shifting my eyes, I look over to see the door slowly slide open. Whoever is on the other side has a key.

And that’s when I realize it’s my secret lover. My secret lover has a key to this house? Of course, he does. It makes sense now how he can get in and out so quietly, quickly, and easily.

I’m standing in the dark, my bottle to my mouth, my eyes on the doorway. He moves through, closing it behind him and locking it. I don’t think he sees me. I stay perfectly still, trying to see his face.

He moves past me, but as he does, he says something. Just two words. That’s all he says, but those two words go straight to my vagina.

“You coming?”

I almost spit my water out, but instead, I place the bottle down on the countertop and follow behind him. My steps are slow and even. Without a doubt, I appear completely in control of myself—I’m anything but that.

My feet move, my body moves. I’m not even thinking. I’m that into this man that my body moves without my brain telling it what to do, not a single move. All my body knows is how he is going to make me feel, and it wants that.

I don’t know why, but for some strange reason, I expect the lights to be on in the room when I arrive. They, of course, aren’t, and his back is to me. I try to make out his clothing. Maybe there is something I could recognize on his clothes, but he’s shirtless. He doesn’t even have his pants on anymore.

“On the bed,” he demands, his voice rough and gravelly.

It’s sexy. Just like him. My fingers itch to touch the skin on his back. I want to feel his smooth hardness. I want to explore him. I’ve never been this alert when he’s come to my place before, and I want to play.

“Tell me your name,” I call out softly.

“Naked. On the bed,” he demands.

I open my mouth to ask him his name again but then decide against it. I want to feel him against me, and I can tell he’s irritated and annoyed. He might try to leave if I don’t do what he says.

He’s used to me being sleepy and pliable.

Stripping out of my pajamas, I crawl into the bed and lie down. Turning to my side, I watch as he sinks down on the edge of the mattress. He doesn’t turn toward me, though. I wait for it, but he stays where he is, unmoving.

Holding my breath, I wait for him to do something—anything. Instead, he clears his throat and instructs me to turn around. He either doesn’t want to look at me or doesn’t want me to look at him.

Either way, I’m feeling a bit off about that now that I’m lucid and not half-asleep like I usually am. Before I can ask any questions, I feel his hand between my legs and his lips against the side of my throat—that shuts my brain up for a minute.

Then I feel his tongue on my skin. My eyes flutter closed the moment two fingers circle my clit.

“Yes,” I hiss. “Please.”

He chuckles against my skin, his fingers moving faster but lighter. It’s almost as if they’re only just fluttering against my clit, and it’s the best feeling I’ve ever had. I don’t know how or why, but it’s so good I can’t control myself.

My hips buck, my body searching for more. I know what he can give me, and I know what’s coming my way. Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around the back of his neck and hold on. I grip him tightly, my nails digging into his skin as I arch my back and climb higher and higher, inching closer to falling over the edge.

Then he stops.

I whimper, trying to verbalize the desire for him to continue, but no words will come out. Before I can try to gather my thoughts, I’m rolled onto my stomach, my hips are gripped tightly, and he pulls them back.

Closing my eyes, I let out a heavy sigh as he fills me from behind. My fingers grip the sheets firmly, holding on with all my strength. My breasts rest against the bed, along with my cheek.

He doesn’t move immediately. I’m stretched to the limit. It feels like I might split in half, but then he starts to move. He shifts slightly, making short, quick movements. When I exhale, my breath comes out in short pants.

“Fuck,” he growls behind me, his fingers digging into my flesh. I’m going to have bruising there, and I welcome it.

Pushing back slightly, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and wait for him to take more. He’s on the edge, his control slipping with each thrust. I want that control to snap, because when he loses it, that’s when things get out of this world amazing.

And then I feel the moment it snaps.

He rears back so far that he almost leaves my body completely, and then he slams into me so hard that my body shifts several inches forward.

Moaning, I spread my legs a little farther apart and push back against him. “Hold still. I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”

My entire body trembles. I want that. So I hold perfectly still while he fucks me, hard and fast. I come, but he doesn’t stop. I’m sensitive, my body pulsing, and when it feels like it’s too much, I do actually scream.

But he still doesn’t stop.

He continues, and only when he comes does he bury himself inside of me, his entire body freezing as his cock twitches and fills me with his warm cum.

CLINK

I close my eyes, and my head falls back as I bury myself deep inside of her and come. Fuck me. I don’t know if it’s because I saw her earlier today or because I’m playing this game with her, and I plan on seducing her tomorrow and fucking her with the lights on, but this feels amazing.

She feels amazing.

She’s the best fuck I’ve ever had. I want more of her, and I’m still inside of her. I’ve never felt that way about a woman before. Everything about her is fucking amazing. Reluctantly, I pull out of her and roll onto my back. Throwing my arm over my face, I attempt to catch my breath.

I feel her fingernails dance up my chest. I want to roll toward her, kiss her, and show her who I am. I want to see the look of surprise on her face when she recognizes me from the bakery earlier.

Call me a pussy, but as much as I want to, I don’t do it. I just need a little more time. Maybe I can get her to choose me instead of just taking her for myself. I’m not even sure why that matters—she’s mine. Whether she wants to be or not, she belongs to me.

All is fair in love and war.

But part of me still wants her to choose me.

“Tell me something about you. Anything,” she whispers before she touches her lips to my nipple. Grunting, I lift my other hand and slide my fingers through her hair, gripping the strands at the back of her head.

“I like this too much,” I confess.

I hear her breath hitch. I can imagine her eyes wide as she lifts her head to look up at me. Releasing her head, I roll away from her, against all instincts. Forcing myself to sit up, I turn so that my back is to her. Then I feel her palm against my spine.

“Please don’t leave,” she softly begs.

Standing, I walk over to my clothes and tug my jeans on before I slip my feet into my boots. With my T-shirt and cut in my hands, I move toward the door. I have to get out of here, even though I want to stay.

Stopping at the door, I look over my shoulder at her.

She’s lying in bed.

I know she’s naked, but she’s brought the sheet up to her chin. She looks sexy as shit—as always. But tonight, there’s something different. There is a touch of desperation in her voice. I’m not sure the exact reason behind it, but I’m pretty certain that I should follow my gut and stay.

I don’t.

Leaving her naked in bed, I walk right out of her house, locking the door behind me. Before I climb onto my bike, I pull on my shirt and cut, then start the engine and roar out of her neighborhood. I don’t go back to the clubhouse. I’m not sure where I’m going, but it’s not there.

Not yet.

I need to think.

Pulling into a gas station, I fuel up my bike and walk into the shop to grab something to eat. I need sustenance after that epic lay. Finding a bag of peanuts, I take it to the counter and pay my bill, then make my way back toward my bike as my phone buzzes in my pocket.

I dig it out and slide my thumb across the screen, then hold it to my ear. “Clink,” I state as my greeting.

There is a moment of silence. It lasts so long that I think the call has dropped. But then I hear a voice. It’s Vixen. She whimpers, and my spine straightens. There is a serious problem, and my whole body goes on high alert.

“Vix?” I ask.

“Clink, I need help.”

The hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention. Help? What the fuck?

“I thought I could get my sister out myself,” she whispers.

Pausing beside my bike, I almost groan. I don’t know why she wasn’t at the clubhouse tonight. I don’t know why she thought she could handle this, especially when she specifically asked me to. Although Atomic may have told her that it wasn’t possible.

“Where are you, and what do you need from me?” I ask.

She’s part of our club, and she falls under our protection. I can’t just let her fly in the goddamn wind. It wouldn’t be right.

“I was on my way to Virginia.”

Fuck.

“And?” I ask.

“I stopped at a club that I thought was an affiliate. They aren’t. They locked me in a room. They don’t know I have my phone.”

Fuck.

“Where are you?” I demand.

She's silent for a moment before she speaks. “Knoxville.”

Holy shit. I know exactly where she is. And it isn’t good. “Keep your head up. I’m on my way to Atomic, and we’ll get a crew together to get you.”

Ending the call, I shove my phone in my pocket. With a destination in mind, I head straight for Atomic’s. I know he’s not going to like me showing up at his home in the middle of the night like this, but I don’t give a fuck.

This is an emergency.

This could mean war. I really hope it doesn’t come to that, but nothing about this sounds good to me.