Chapter 9

CHAPTER

NINE

DILLION

My entire body trembles, not just because this man is the hottest man I had ever seen, not just because I’m standing in front of him, not just because he’s saying I’m going to be his in the morning—but because he looks like he means it deep down in his bones.

Before I realize what’s happening, I’m lifted from the floor and laid down on the bed. I gasp as he stands up from the bed. He begins to strip, but it’s not the way I would think. He doesn’t frantically throw his things to the floor.

Instead, he takes care to remove his vest. Lying in the bed, naked, I watch as he folds the leather vest and places it on the top of the dresser, and then he starts to tug his clothes off.

I almost ask him about the vest, but my words get caught in my throat when he removes the rest of his clothes and stands completely naked in front of me.

He is covered in tattoos. They aren’t colorful like most of the tats I’ve seen. They’re all black and white. They’re a little scary, but they’re also sexy as shit. My mouth goes completely dry at the sight of him. If I thought he was sexy in his clothes, I didn’t know a damn thing.

Because he’s breathtaking out of them.

He climbs into the bed on top of me. My legs instinctually spread to make room for him. I want him inside of me. I want to feel him. But I want to touch him, too. Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around his hard length.

Gently, I stroke him. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m not good at things like this. I’m awkward and weird. I’m definitely not sleek and sexy. He shifts his hips, fucking my hand for a few strokes, then he rears back. My breath hitches, and I start to apologize. He doesn’t let me. Instead, he leans backward.

“Too fucking good,” he grunts.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I whisper.

Clink chuckles. “Baby, you know exactly what the fuck you’re doing.”

Then, before I can respond, he’s moved down my body, and his mouth is between my thighs. I gasp, reaching down as I grip his hair. I don’t know what’s happening. His mouth is between my legs… Clink’s mouth is between my legs.

Instinctually, I lift my hips to meet his tongue's strokes. It’s so good that I can’t even think. My mind is jumbled. My entire body is filled with anticipation of what’s to come. Because the orgasm that I am craving is just on the edge. I can feel it. My body wants it. My mind begs for it.

And I know that this man, he’s going to deliver. I can feel it deep in my bones, or rather, it’s deep in my pussy. Bucking beneath him, my hips lift to meet his tongue. I close my eyes, turn my head to the side, and grip his hair tightly as he fucks me with his tongue.

Although, the way my hips move, my pussy shifts against his tongue, I’m afraid that maybe I’m the one fucking him. I don’t think it matters. I hiss, lifting my head as I look down at him. His meet mine.

Then I feel his tongue swirl around my clit, flicking it, then circling it again. My eyes roll to the back of my head. My hips move faster and faster. I’m on the edge, ready to tip over. His mouth between my legs is the best thing I’ve ever felt before.

As I grind my pussy against his face, my shame has flown out of the window. I don’t know where it’s gone, but I’m hoping it doesn’t come back anytime soon. I like this uninhibited part of me, and with the lights on, I feel so dangerous and sexy.

Arching my back, I grind even harder against his face. He moans, and I wonder what it would feel like to actually ride his face. I’ve never done that before, but I decide I’m going to do that next.

My inhibitions are lost. They’re somewhere far away, and I’m okay with that. I don’t know if I want them back.

My orgasm consumes me. It doesn’t just roll through me—it explodes inside of me. My entire body freezes, then I begin to tremble as I hold on to him. He doesn’t stop. His tongue continues to fuck me.

Once my orgasm subsides, my muscles begin to tremble. I don’t release his hair. I hold Clink against me as his tongue continues to lap at my center. My clit is so sensitive that I eventually release my grip, but he doesn’t stop.

“Clink,” I breathe.

“Humble,” he says. “That’s my name.”

His lips touch my thigh as he climbs up my body, stopping to kiss each of my nipples before his smiling face hovers above mine.

“I want you to scream my name when you come, baby. I want your pussy to squeeze my cock while you’re screaming my name. I want you to be heard over the music in the bar. I want every fucking person in this clubhouse to know that it’s me who made you come.”

Shivering, I don’t even try to hide or fight off the goose bumps that break out over my flesh. “You’ll do that for me, won’t you, baby?” he says, his voice almost purring. “Scream my name, claim me at the same time I’m claiming your body for myself?”

Oh.

My.

God.

Yes, yes, I will do that. Hell, I’ll do anything this man asks as long as he’s looking at me the way he is right now. Everything about this moment is like it’s from a dream. It’s too good to be reality, and I know that once the sun rises, it will be just that—too good to be genuine.

But for tonight, I’m going to pretend it’s all authentic.

“I’ll do that for you, Humble,” I agree, trying out his name for the first time. I’ve never heard a name like that before, but I like it too much—far too much.

CLINK

I like this far too much. Having her say my name, having her in my space. Not just in my room and in my bed, but here in my clubhouse, with my family. I like it a hell of a lot. There’s no going back to visiting her in the middle of the night, sight unseen.

She’s mine now in the daylight and at night. She’s not going anywhere ever again. I won’t fucking let her walk away. I can tell she’s seconds away from running. I can see it in her eyes. I know that look, that wildness. It’s right there. She’s on the edge, but this is her home.

Here—with me.

Aligning myself with her wet center, I sink inside of heaven. Groaning, I close my eyes and wonder if I will ever get tired of this. The way she feels when I enter her, the small gasp she makes every fucking time, no matter if I was here the night before, the hour before, or the week before.

I don’t think I will.

I’m not sure if it’s because she’s mine or if I’ve fallen for her, but being with her feels better than being with anyone else. I don’t even remember if losing my virginity felt this good. Dillion has a magic cunt, I swear to God because it’s got me under a spell for sure. I’m cunt drunk. Staying buried inside of her, I wait for her body to adjust to my intrusion. She’s warm and wet—welcoming.

I open my eyes, and my gaze finds hers. She fucking holds me hostage with her eyes. Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around the back of her knee and guide her leg up my hip, my waist, and then around my rib cage.

Sliding to my knees for more leverage, I dip a little farther inside of her body. “I don’t want you to move,” I order as I widen her legs. She whimpers but not in pain.

Clearly, she is enjoying this. Her lips part as she begins to pant. Slowly, I move. I have time. I don’t have to sneak away. I don’t have to hide my face. This is in the light, her eyes on mine, and she knows exactly who she’s fucking.

My hips gently move, my cock gliding in and out of her wetness, grinding my pelvis against her clit with each downstroke. I rest my forehead against hers as I continue to pump in and out of her tight heat.

Her hands slide up my biceps, and then I feel her fingers curl around my shoulders. I can feel her nails dig into my flesh, scoring me, and I hope they leave marks. I want to wear her marks—always.

“Baby,” I whisper, lifting my head.

I could come right now. I can feel her pussy pulse around me. Squeezing me and silently begging for more.

“Humble,” she whimpers.

Her hands glide over my shoulders and cup my cheeks. I close my eyes slowly, feeling her cool palms against my heated skin. Opening my eyes again, I connect with her gaze as my hips begin to move harder and faster.

“Move, baby. Fuck me.”

Dillion nods her head once. Then she does what I’ve demanded. She lifts her hips and fucks me. At the same time, I fuck her right back. Hard and fast. It’s beautiful. Placing my hands beside her head, I use all my strength, meeting her thrusts with my own.

“I’m close,” she needlessly breathes. “Don’t stop.”

I hadn’t planned on that. I continue to move, sweat breaking out over my face and the small of my back. Focusing my attention on her, I can’t look away. It’s not just the expression on her face. Although the look of awe is sexy as fuck, it’s more her eyes.

I can see her. All of her. She isn’t Loner’s sister. She isn’t this creature I own because her brother fucked me over and I’m getting revenge against him. No. This is the moment I fucking fall in love with Dillion.

I’m sure she has no clue I’ve just fallen in love with her like the gigantic fucking pussy I am. But I don’t think I care. For the first time in my entire life, aside from the love I have for Spencer, I feel something bigger than myself.

This club is important. My brothers are my family. I would die for them. My sister has always been the biggest part of me. But Dillion is different. Being with her is different. I understand why the other men are completely in love with their old ladies. I didn’t understand it, not when it happened to them, not when I was sitting in prison. Not until this moment.

I would not just die for her the way I would my brothers. I would kill for her. I would maim for her. I would march through fire for her. She is mine. I am hers. And nobody will ever fucking come between us. Not in a million goddamn years. I won’t let them.

So, when my balls draw up, and I feel her squeeze me even tighter, I know she’s there. She’s fallen off the edge, and I allow myself to come. Burying my cock deep inside of her, I come hard. Stars blur my vision as my dick twitches inside of her. Dillon’s pussy milks me, and I know she’s come. If she screamed my name, the blood was roaring in my ears so loudly that I didn’t hear.

Dipping my chin, I touch my lips to hers. She parts her mouth before I slip my tongue inside of her. Tasting all of her—consuming her. Every fucking ounce of her. I stay where I am, buried deep as I break the kiss.

Looking into her eyes, I search her gaze with mine as I gently glide out of her. Lying on the bed, I reach over, gathering her in my arms and forcing her body to rest against the side of mine.

“I can’t believe I did that,” Dillion whispers.

I chuckle because she doesn’t realize she’s done it over a dozen times with me. “Yeah?” I ask.

She lifts her head, her eyes finding mine. She rests her chin on my chest. Lifting my hand, I run my fingers through her hair.

“My name is Humble Maddison,” I offer, seeing that she’s got a million questions in her gaze. I slide my fingers up the center of her spine, then lazily drag them down to her lower back before I slide them back up again.

Clearing my throat, I continue. “Spencer is my sister.”

Her eyes widen, her lips part, and she looks at me in shock. “She is?”

“She is,” I confirm.

“Then that’s why they befriended me,” she murmurs. “But that was before you invited me here. So that can’t be right.”

Laughing, I shake my head a few times before I look down at her again. “If they befriended you, it’s because they saw something in you. Those women are a force of nature, baby.”

“I like that,” she breathes before she lays her cheek against my chest. “ Baby , I like that a lot.”

Her voice trails off, and she falls asleep right here, in the clubhouse, in my arms, the lights still on bright.