Chapter 9

9

STELLA

C onnor had been tight lipped about the meeting that had pulled him out of bed yesterday, but I had a hunch things were in motion with my dad’s situation. While it stung a little to be left out of the loop, I kept my questions to myself because I didn’t want his mind to be on me when he needed to be focused on my dad.

Luckily for me, before I drove myself up the wall wondering what he’d found out, a distraction came in the form of a pair of visitors to the clubhouse.

Connor yanked me against his side as he did the introductions. “Stella, this is Mac, the president of the Silver Saints, and Bridget, his old lady.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Mac tilted his head toward the bar. “Know we came for Bridget to see Matteo, but I have something I wanted to talk with you about.”

“Back soon, baby.” Connor brushed a kiss against my cheek before turning his attention back to Mac. “Let’s grab a drink.”

While they headed to the bar, Bridget led me over to the couches. Dropping onto a cushion, she patted the one next to her. “We might as well take a load off. You get two motorcycle club presidents in the same room, and they tend to get talking about all sorts of things. Trust me, I’d know. Between my dad and my husband, I’ve lived with one every day of my life.”

“You grew up in an MC?” I asked as I joined her on the couch.

“Yup,” she confirmed, swinging her arm in a circle in front of her body. “This one.”

My eyes widened. “Really?”

She nodded, her lips curving into a smile. “My dad was the prez before King.”

“Oh, wow.” I leaned back to get more comfortable. “I had no idea.”

Tugging on the bottom of the leather vest Connor had insisted I wear, she smiled. “Which means that I spent my childhood in the same room your kids will probably grow up in.”

“Umm…” My cheeks filled with heat. “I’ve only known Connor for a couple of days. It’s way too soon to talk about any possible children we may or may not have in the future.”

She held her hands up in a gesture of surrender. “I’m the very last person who would judge you, even if you were already pregnant. Not only did I provide the ladder to get down from the balcony when Jared kidnapped me from here way back when, but I’ve also had a front-row seat to all the crap the guys have gotten up to when they’ve found their women.”

“Whoa,” I breathed, my mind reeling over what she just shared. And the fact that she very well could be right about me being knocked up since Connor hadn’t used a single condom any of the times he took me, and I wasn’t on birth control. A conversation he’d managed to dodge since the first time we had sex. “Sounds as though you have a lot of great stories to tell.”

“I’m sure you’ll hear plenty of them.” She patted my hand. “For now, I’ll just say that guys like Jared—and King—tend to move quickly when they find something they want. And that goes double when they meet the woman they’re gonna make their old lady.”

I was still new to the world of motorcycle clubs and their lingo, so I asked, “I know Connor introduced you as Mac’s old lady, but that’s really the term they use for their women?”

“Yup,” she chirped, beaming with a pride I hadn’t expected. “And there are absolutely no negative connotations like some outsiders might assume. Being claimed by a Silver Saint is the highest honor a member can bestow on his woman.”

“Nah, gettin’ claimed by a Hound of Hellfire is even better,” a deep voice disagreed from behind me. “Especially once I join their ranks.”

“Matteo!” Bridget squealed before giving the guy who’d been at the gate when I arrived at the compound a big hug. “Hopefully, you’ll be patched in soon. I miss seeing your gorgeous face.”

“Sorry I haven’t ridden out to see you guys lately,” he apologized. “Between prospecting and slinging ink at Hellbound, I’ve had my hands full.”

She patted him on the cheek. “I know, but your mama has been asking me about you, and I felt bad because I couldn’t tell her that you came over for dinner, and I sent you home with leftovers to make sure you had home-cooked food.”

Matteo rolled his eyes. “She knows I can cook for my-damn-self. She’s the one who taught me.”

“You know how mothers are.” Bridget shrugged. “We worry.”

He waved his hand down the length of his body. “The next time you talk to mine, you can let her know that I am looking as fine as ever, just so long as Mac isn’t around when you do it. I might be family, but that wouldn’t stop him from kicking my ass in a fit of jealousy.”

One minute, I was laughing at his request, and then it felt as though all the air had been stripped from my lungs when I locked eyes with Connor. He was stalking toward me, but his attention was centered on Matteo.

“ Fanculo .”

I didn’t feel the same humor that I had when my stubborn refusal to leave had made him swear. Not when I was the reason he’d gotten on the wrong side of the president of the club he wanted to join. Taking a big step away from him, I muttered, “Sorry.”

Bridget let out a low whistle. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Jared is going to have so much fun with this after all the crap King has given him about being whipped by me over the years.”

Connor ignored her verbal taunt as he asked, “Are you done?”

He was staring down his prospect as though he was about to murder him.

“Just came in to see Bridget, Prez. Got no designs on your woman,” Matteo promised.

“Good,” he gritted out before throwing me over his shoulder.

Gasping, I reached down to grip his waist. With how he was holding my legs against his chest, I didn’t have to worry about him dropping me, but it still felt weird to be carried this way. And oddly sexy since it was Connor.

If he had been anyone else, I would’ve alternated between plank and fetal positions to throw him off balance. I’d also do as much damage as possible to his eyes, ears, and throat until he dropped me. Then I’d go for his balls, kidneys, and knees. Preemptive strikes against vulnerable parts of an opponent’s anatomy helped level the field when someone my size was up against a guy as big as Connor. But the last thing I wanted to do was hurt the man who’d swept me off my feet—literally and figuratively.

He didn’t stop moving until we were back at his house, and he tossed me on his bed, his eyes still on fire as he leaned over me.

I couldn’t help the laugh escaping my lips as I looked up at him. “You know I let you take me away like that. If I wanted to, I could have stopped you.”

He smirked, leaning over me so I could practically taste the whiskey still on his lips from his drink while talking to Mac. “I’d like to see you try.”

I barely let him get the last words out before I went for a modified upa technique. With his palms pressed against the mattress, all I had to do was combine a bridge with a thigh bump to his butt, breaking his posture forward. Once he was close enough, I secured his arm to my chest and swung my leg over his on the same side. Then I bridged my hips as high as I could go before rolling to the side to get on top of him.

Instead of looking scared or even impressed, there was a lusty haze behind his eyes as his fingers traced up my arms. “That was fucking hot.”

“Yeah? You need me to beat you up some more?” I teased with a laugh, leaning over so my words fell onto his lips.

“Only if you’re beating up my cock with that greedy pussy of yours because this is a perfect angle,” he said with a growl, his hands cupping my butt.

“Since I’ve never ridden before, I might need you to guide me,” I whispered, placing the lightest kiss on his lips.

“You better not have.” He swatted one of my butt cheeks, just hard enough that I felt the soft sting. “Your pussy is all mine.”

I loved when he got all possessive, even though there had never been anyone else before him. But it was definitely a two-way street. “And your dick had better be all mine from now on.”

“It damn well is, Stella,” he agreed fiercely. “You’re the only woman I want. The only one I need. Fuck, the only one I even see.”

“Those are some pretty words for my gruff biker.” I swiveled my hips, feeling a surge of confidence at his confession. “I think you deserve a reward for them.”

He groaned. “Hell yeah, baby.”

He sealed his words by crushing his lips to mine, our tongues tangling as I pressed my body against him. I felt every hard edge, including his thick dick that was notched against my core.

His hands roamed over my body, pushing the cut off my shoulders, then peeling away my shirt and bra before tossing them somewhere on the side of the bed. I gasped into his mouth when his hands went to my breasts, his fingers slowly circling my nipples as they peaked into hardened buds.

I moaned, wanting to feel more of him, the friction building as I pushed my clothed pussy closer to his hardened length.

He chuckled, only slightly breaking our kiss. “Slow down, baby. This ride isn’t a race. We can’t just get you right on my cock. Your tight pussy needs to be warmed up for me first, or else you’ll feel me in a way that’ll truly hurt, and I never want that.”

I already felt hot enough to combust, and my pussy was beyond wet, but I was intrigued by what he wanted to do to get me ready. “How’re you going to warm me up?”

“It’s not what I’m gonna do.” Heat flared in his green orbs. “It’s what you’re gonna do.”

My eyes widened. “Me?”

“Yup.” He undid the clasp on my pants before tugging them down my hips. Then he lifted me to drag the material down my legs and tossed them onto the floor. Once that was done, he grasped one of my wrists and inched my hand down to my pussy. “Touch yourself while I watch.”

His gaze was riveted on the space between my legs as I circled my clit with my index finger through my panties. I felt a feminine thrill as his dick hardened even more beneath me. Biting my bottom lip, I slipped my hand beneath the cotton material and continued to tease myself until I was close to the edge.

“Fucking hell, baby. That’s sexy as fuck. Not sure how I haven’t come already with the view you’re givin’ me.” He sat up slightly, his fingers trailing from my breasts and into my panties. With just the slightest brush of his thumb over my pussy lips, I whimpered, wanting nothing more than to feel him. To release the pressure quickly building.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, sliding one finger inside me.

“Connor, please,” I panted.

I wanted nothing between us. I was desperate to feel him inside me, but once he added his thumb to my clit, all my sanity left, and I was a whimpering pile of want. I pushed my body closer, fucking his hand as I thrust my hips over and over to meet him.

“That’s it. Find what you like so I know just how to fuck you,” he commanded, his fingers working me up to a frenzy.

Sparks flew behind my eyes as I pushed closer, my orgasm exploding as I cried out, leaning back and letting the fireworks float through my heated body.

“You’re so gorgeous when you come undone for me,” Connor murmured, lifting his fingers to his mouth to lick my release from them.

My cheeks heated as I asked, “Thought you wanted me to do all the work?”

“Couldn’t resist the temptation of your pussy, baby.”

Lifting, I wrapped my hand around his shaft and pouted, “Then why won’t you let me have your dick?”

“Don’t have to wait anymore,” he promised.

I helped him take off his cut and his shirt, then he shoved his jeans and boxers down. We tossed everything on the floor, then I hovered over his muscular body again.

His hard dick was so close to my pussy as he gripped my waist, steadying my body over his hips. Slowly, I sank down until just the tip of his dick in my wet entrance, and already, it felt like heaven. “Yesss,” I hissed.

“Breathe, baby. We can go as slow or fast as you want,” he murmured, one hand still on my hip and the other pushing a stray strand of hair out of my face.

“Not sure what I need,” I panted.

“Then we’ll find out together.”

Inch by inch, I let his massive dick fill me, watching as my body completely engulfed him.

“Fuck, you feel good.” He ran his fingers along my curves, leaving goose bumps in the wake of his touch.

I knew I needed to take it slow, especially with this being my first time being on top, but just feeling his dick inside me had me so needy. Had me wanting so much more.

I slowly pushed my body forward, my hands on his chest to steady myself as I felt every part of him inside me.

“Oh, wow. That feels good,” I whispered.

“Every damn thing about you feels amazing.” He gripped my butt as he helped with my movements, guiding the pace of our bodies sliding together. Even though I was on top, he controlled my body, and I reveled in the freedom it gave me.

His dick hit just the right spot with each stroke, and my orgasm came quickly. My whole body shook as I cried out.

“You’re so damn perfect, baby. Look how we fit together,” he said, looking down where our bodies connected, his wet cock now sliding in and out of me with ease.

Just watching us move was almost as hot as feeling him inside me.

I picked up the pace, moving so his cock slid almost entirely out of me, then back in. Another orgasm was already building up quickly. “I’m close again,” I warned.

“Thank fuck because your pussy feels so good and tight as you squeeze my dick. Not sure I can last another minute.”

“I’m going to come,” I gasped, my entire body shaking.

“Come now, Stella,” he growled, his fingers going to my clit between us.

That was all I needed to go over the edge, my orgasm hitting me hard. He quickly followed me, hot spurts of his come filling me as my pussy milked his dick.

I could barely move once my climax was done, collapsing onto Connor’s chest as he held me close, rubbing his knuckles over my back.

“How was that for my first ride?” I asked with a grin.

“Think you can add it to your list of skills you’ve mastered,” he replied, kissing the top of my head.

“I’ll be sure to add it to my resume.”

Connor’s dark growl made me giggle. “Only with me.”

I snuggled into him, pressing my cheek against his chest and listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“And that goes for the back of a hog, baby,” he grunted. “I’m the only man you ride.”

The idea of riding on the back of his motorcycle gave me a little thrill. “When can we do that?”

He looked down at me with a raised eyebrow, making me laugh. “The ride on your bike, not your dick.”

Connor’s mouth kicked up on one side, making him look adorably sexy…which wasn’t something I would’ve ever expected to call a big, bad biker. But this was the guy only I got to see, and that made me fall even harder for him.

He sighed and laid his head back, staring up at the ceiling as he sifted his fingers through my hair. “It’s gonna fucking suck to leave you, but I have to split in the morning.”

“For my dad?” I asked.

His chest shifted beneath me as he sighed again. “Yeah.”

I knew the answer, but I had to ask anyway. “I don’t suppose I could talk you into taking me with you.”

“Not this time, baby.”

I slid my hand down his stomach. “Then I guess we better make good use of the time we have left.”