Chapter Four

Knight

Fireworks light up the dark sky, casting an array of colors through the air, followed by a deafening cheer worthy of a New Year's party more than an engagement party. Everyone seems jubilant, whether it's from the excitement of the party or the beer they've been downing all night is up for debate.

She said yes, of course. We all knew Sky would accept Priest's proposal.

I should join in and celebrate my best friend finding true love, but I have been nursing my beer all evening, eyes tracking the redhead in the tight little dress. When Rhea appeared at the party dressed in a sexy little red number the same color as her hair, my cock immediately took notice, and hiding the evidence of my desire has proven to be a near-impossible task.

I want her.

I want to do very dirty things to the little redhead that's been avoiding me all evening. The thought of cornering her and tearing off that little red dress before pumping my fat cock into her tight little cunt has swirled around me all evening. It's taken me willpower I had no idea I possessed to not walk over to her and claim her lips like I did this afternoon, trail my mouth down her body, and take those beaded nipples between my lips. Fuck, I bet she's smooth and warm. I would bury my face between her legs and lap at her arousal until she sobs for me to bury my dick in—

"Knight, I think we're out of beer." A voice draws me from my thoughts forcing my head to whip around to find a young prospect standing nervously behind me.

"What did you say?"

"Uh, the beer. The guys drank all of it, and there's none left," the kid says, and I look around the place, noticing for the first time that we have indeed run out of alcohol. Half of the crowd is already drunk, but until the party is over, the supply of beer needs to be maintained. Good thing I had the foresight to store some in the clubhouse's garage.

"Follow me," I tell the kid, and we leave the party in the yard and round the corner of the house toward the detached garage. I open one of the bay doors and grab cases of beer, handing them over to the kid who hurries back to the party with them. I take a couple other packs and close the door, ready to leave when I spot a lone figure seated on the clubhouse porch steps.

I should leave her alone. She's made it clear all evening that she wants me nowhere near her, but for the life of me, I can't make myself move away.

Mine!

Rhea became mine when she kissed me on her birthday. Against my better judgment, I gave her a chance to find a better man, one who does not have a history as dark as mine or a future as dangerous. The second she let me touch her again—kiss her—she sealed her fate with mine. Especially since I learned after a quick internet search that her so-called boyfriend is nothing but a fictional vampire.

Now she belongs to me, and I will break anyone who dares try to get between us.

I place the beer cases next to closed garage door so the prospect can find them when he comes back before I head for Rhea. She doesn't notice me as I approach, and it's not until I am standing in front of the redhead that she looks up, her cheeks flushed a pretty rosy hue when her eyes lock on mine.

"Knight," she whispers, the sound low and sultry, making my cock throb in my pants. "W-what are you doing here?"

"You've been avoiding me," I say, crouching in front of her so we're eye level.

"I . . . I'm not, I . . ."

I reach up and trail a finger along her jaw, watching with undiluted need as her lips part on a gasp, and I want so bad to lean in and kiss her, so . . . I do.

I slide my palm to her nape and wrap her long red hair around my fist as I press my mouth against her perfect cherry-red lips. Her tits rise and fall quickly as I brush my mouth over hers and taste the wine on her lips. I've been watching her all night, and I know she's only had half a glass of wine from the toast earlier, and on her lips, it's ten times as intoxicating.

"You shouldn't hide from me, sweetheart. I will always find you anyway," I rasp against her lips, our breaths mingling hotly between us, it's so fucking intimate. More intimacy than I have ever shared with any other woman in my life. Not that I have ever wanted anyone as much as I want Rhea. Hell, in the months she was away, I couldn't even look at another woman, let alone desire one.

I am not vain, but I am conscious of my looks and the fact that I attract women. I guess my life would be easier if I actually returned their interest, but from the second Rhea kissed me, and perhaps even before that, I never looked at a woman with half the desire I carry for this girl.

She owns me.

Every last bit of me belongs to Rhea, and I need to show her that I would do anything for her. Letting her go felt necessary, but I am still regretful of the time I could have spent loving this girl.

We're here now.

And she's mine, even if she doesn't want to acknowledge it yet.

The little mewling sounds she makes as our tongues dance together all belong to me.

With a rough groan, I press our lips back together as I slowly guide her to lie down on the dark porch. She braces on her arms to stop her back from hitting the rough wood but doesn't pull her lips from mine.

My cock is thick and heavy in my jeans, threatening to burst the zipper if I don't take it out of its tight confines, but I can't focus on anything but the girl writhing beneath my body. More than anything in the world, I want to bury my cock deep into her virgin pussy, but I am not about to fuck her on the steps of the clubhouse for her first time. I may be a dirty biker, but when it comes to Rhea, I'll always protect her.

Precious.

My lovely little redhead deserves romance for her first time, but that doesn't mean I can't still make the best of what we have right now.

Fireworks light up the sky, the sound almost deafening and masking Rhea's moans as I break the kiss to lick the smooth column of her neck down to her collarbone, gently nipping at the skin and marking her as mine. I reach behind her to tug the dress down slightly to allow me access to her perky nipples, eager for my touch.

Her mouth parts on a cry that gets drowned out by the fireworks when my mouth closes hotly over her nipple, wrapping the rosy bead in wet suction. Fuck, I could see myself getting addicted to her intoxicating scent and taste. There is no going back, not now. Not ever.

Her back arches with a loud moan as I feast on her nipple before moving to the other. She's writhing restlessly under me by the time I slide my fingers beneath her dress and grab the waistband of her panties before yanking them down her thighs. I tear them completely off her and slip them into my jacket. At this rate, I should start a collection.

"You're so fucking perfect," I rasp, stripping off my jacket and placing it underneath her writhing body before pushing up her dress to reveal her naked pussy. My heart hammers in tune with my throbbing cock as I push her legs open to view her glistening folds, just visible thanks to the quick flash of the fireworks. I lick my lips in anticipation, and when I look up to lock her eyes with mine, it's to find them slightly dazed. "You're mine, Rhea," I growl, the sound rough and possessive.

"Yours."

She nods, but I can read the uncertainty in her eyes. She doesn't believe or trust my words. I guess I just have to work harder to convince her.

I stroke my hands up her thighs and nudge her knees to part wider for me, exposing her arousal even more, and that sends my body thrumming with the need to taste her. Her breaths become choppy as I clutch her ass in my hands and lean down, inhaling her intoxicating peach scent until my head goes light. My mouth is already watering with need when I lean down and slide my tongue through the wet valley of her arousal. She jerks in my arms when I do it again, and just like that, I lose myself in her delicious taste. I drag my tongue over her smooth sex, lapping at her sweet arousal until she's all but sobbing my name.

"Knight!"

I moan roughly when she digs her finger into my hair, tugging my face closer and pumping her hips toward my tongue even as sobs shake her entire body. Her scent and taste go to my head, and soon, my hard cock is leaking precum against the fly of my jeans.

Fucking hell, how can one person be this perfect.

She drives me wild with little effort and makes me want to give her the world.

I want to spend an eternity buried between her legs, soaking up her broken moans. Lapping at her core and letting her paint my face with her arousal. I want her to wrap her fingers around my hair and ride my mouth like it's her own personal sex toy until she's right on the edge before taking control once more.

Mine!

The need to quickly bring her pleasure has me bathing her clit in fast strokes before drawing the swollen bud between my lips and sucking gently as her pussy starts to quiver, signaling just how close she is.

Her legs stiffen when I suction her clit harder, and she climaxes with a scream that I hope is also concealed by the fireworks. She cries out as I lap at her arousal, her body shaking beautifully as I draw out her climax until she's pushing away from my hungry lips.

"Oh, God!" she heaves when I push back from her body and look down to find her eyes closed, a blissful look on her face. She looks so fucking beautiful and corrupted with her hair all mussed up and her tits still out, nipples swollen.

I drink up the sight even as I take out my cock, my balls threatening to burst if I don't come soon. My eyes stay on the girl lying beneath me as I stroke my cock, once then twice before I am painting her thighs with stripes of white in hot, greedy spurts. The moment lasts only a couple of seconds, but it feels like hours.

It takes even longer before it slowly dawns on me that I just pleasured my best friend's sister outside his MC's clubhouse. There are at least thirty people at the party tonight, albeit they're drunk, but one of them could have caught us now or even earlier in the day when I decided to be reckless. Not to mention the security cameras that dot the property.

This is what Rhea does to me. One look at her, and all logical thoughts flee my brain.

I brush my lips over her cheeks before pushing up to look at her, and where I expect to find a blissful expression, I am met with panicked eyes.

Oh fuck, I know that look.

"Don't even think about it," I hiss, my eyes narrowed on hers.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she whispers, sitting up and adjusting her dress.

"You want to run and hide from me again, Rhea. I am not going to let you."

"I-I just . . . I need . . ."

I tuck my semi-erect cock into my pants and get to my feet before reaching down to help Rhea to hers. Without a word, I reach grab my jacket, which now smells of her, before taking her hand with the other and moving toward the door of the clubhouse. She makes a sound of protest, but I don't let go of her hand as I let us in. After thumbing a text to her brother to let him know that I am taking Rhea home, using the excuse that she's tired, I lead her upstairs to the bedroom I know longer use, then into the en suite bathroom.

She's silent as I grab a washcloth and wet it to clean her up, but her eyes avoid mine during the process. It's not until I am done that she tries to leave again, but I grab her arm to stop her.

"Talk to me, Rhea," I say softly, rubbing my thumb over her skin, but even then, she doesn't turn to look at me.

"I can't be here," she whispers after long moments of silence, finally turning to look at me, and for the first time, I notice the tears in her eyes. "I . . . I feel this need to run away." She sniffs. "Everything that's happened has been a lot. I'm overwhelmed, and I just want to run and hide and . . ."

"It's okay," I whisper, drawing her into my arms and embracing her, tension falling off my shoulders when her head drops to my chest. "It's okay, sweetheart. I understand. Tonight, let's run away together."