Sprite

S prite worried that she was leading Chains on to only change her mind when she over thought everything. It wasn't easy being a single woman out in the world, and she wasn't famous for making the best decisions. Her mother used to love to point that fact out to her—as if she made the best decisions when it came to men.

Chains pulled into a development that looked cute as a button, though she wouldn't tell Chains that. He didn't seem to like it very much when she called him sweet. "Your development looks nice. Do you like your neighbors?" she asked.

"Fuck no," he growled. "They are busy bodies who can't seem to keep their opinions about my bike to themselves."

"What do they say about your bike?" she asked. Changing the topic was one way to keep from overthinking the fact that they were almost back to his place and would be having sex shortly after that. At least, she hoped that was what was about to happen.

"They say that it's noise pollution," he grumbled.

"And you didn't take it well?" she asked, already knowing the answer to her question from the expression on his face.

"I told them all to go fuck themselves," he growled.

"I'm sure that went over well," said, rolling her eyes at him.

"I don't care what they think of me. I just want them to mind their business and keep their noses out of mine," he said.

"I get that," admitted. "The guys at the bar like to stick their noses in my business. I mean, I don't mind Savage and Bowie giving me advice, but I hardly know the rest of the guys. I just wish that I could tell them to go fuck themselves, sometimes, but I like my job and need the money."

"How about you point out the nosey fuckers, and I'll give them your message. That way I can let off some steam and you can get your satisfaction," Chains offered, making her giggle.

"I'd really love to watch you do that, but I'm afraid that it won't work. I'm sure that the guys will see right through our scheme, and I'll lose my job for sure," she said.

"Well, if you change your mind, just let me know," he said.

"I'll keep that in mind," she promised. Chains pulled into a driveway at the end of the cul de sac, and she masked her gasp with her cough.

"Your house is beautiful," she said. didn't imagine that it would be so big. Chains had told Savage that he bought a small house, but this place was huge.

"Yeah, it's quite an upgrade from my tiny apartment," he admitted. "I found out that I'm going to be stationed at Redstone Arsenal for a while now. I have earned the right to pick where I serve out the rest of my time."

She giggled, "You make it sound like you're in prison," she teased.

He shrugged, "It's kind of like being in prison," he admitted. "Although, I do like my job. When I found out that there was an opening at Redstone, I jumped on it."

"How long have you been here?" she asked.

"A couple of years. I joined the Royal Bastards when I got here and well, this place kind of grew on me. I have to admit, the summers were brutal. We didn't have this kind of heat in Oregon."

"Is that we're you're from?" she asked.

"Not really," he said. "I was an Army brat, and my father moved us around a lot. I learned to feel at home wherever we landed. I was born in Connecticut, but we moved from there when I was just three months old."

"Wow, you've really been all over the place," she said.

"You have no idea," he said. "But it feels good to finally put down roots. I hope to retire from Redstone and stick around Huntsville." She liked the idea of Chains sticking around, even if that was none of her business.

"Would you give me a tour?" she asked. "I'd love to see your house."

"Sure, but after I show you around, you have to tell me about you," he insisted. She wasn't going to have much to share, but it was nice of Chains to ask.

"Well, it will be a short conversation," she admitted. "I'm not very interesting." She wasn't trying to be pitiful, just real. had always been the girl everyone had made fun of in school. They'd call her trailer trash, and other horrible names that made her feel like the lowest life form on the planet. As she got older, boys seemed to take notice of her, but the girls were mean as hell. They saw her as a threat and didn't let her forget where she came from, as if she could forget the shitty trailer park she lived in. When she became an adult, she learned to blend in and stick to the corners of a room. She felt as though she had no voice—well until she found the Harlots. They became more than her friends. They were her family, and she found herself forgetting the insecure girl she was and started becoming the woman she wanted to be. She found her voice, but every once in a while, she fell back into that same old pattern of hiding in the corner.

"I doubt that," he said. Chains took her hand into his and tugged her into the house. "I'll show you around first and then, I'll bring your stuff in."

"I can help with that," she offered.

"Nope," he said, "I'll take care of it. You just make yourself at home." had a feeling that it was going to be very easy to make herself at home in his place.

"I'd love a bath," she said. hadn't had a real bath in years. Her mother's trailer had a shower, but was a bath girl. Soaking in a hot tub with lots of bubbles was a dream for her.

"Well, the master bathroom has an oversized jacuzzi tub and it's all yours," he said.

"I couldn't take your bathroom," she insisted.

He stopped halfway through the door and turned back to face her. nearly ran into him as he wrapped his arms around her. "I was hoping that we could share the master bathroom and bedroom," he whispered.

"Oh," she breathed. "Are you sure? I don't want to be in your way."

"I'm more than sure," he said. Chains pulled her hands down to his erection and she gasped. She wasn't sure if he was actually going to take her up on her offer of just sex, but now, she had no doubts.

let her hands trace his shaft and loved the little moan that he gave her. "If you keep that up, we're not going to get into the house," he breathed. He took her hand from his erection and pulled it up to his mouth, kissing her palm. "Come on," he ordered.

She followed him through the house as he quickly showed her through the first floor. "There's not much in the fridge, but I'll grab some groceries tomorrow on my way home." nodded and smiled, thinking about how much she didn't care about groceries at the moment. She couldn't wait to see the second floor of his house and sink into the bath that he had promised her. Hopefully, she'd be able to convince him to take one with her.

"Come on," he ordered, tugging her up the stairs with him. "That's a spare bedroom there," he said, nodding to the door in front of them. "This is a room that I use as an office, and that's the master bedroom." He opened the door to the room and stopped in his tracks. "If you don't want this, say so now. You can stay here with me and use the spare room, ."

"You sound like you're trying to talk me out of this, Chains," she whispered. Or maybe he had just changed his mind and didn't have the nerve to tell her so.

"I'm not trying to change your mind, ," he assured. "I want you more than anyone I've ever wanted. I've been watching you for weeks, trying to come up with the courage to ask you out," he whispered. wrapped her arms around his waist and snuggled into his warm body. His musky scent made her want to climb him like a tree and take what she wanted from him, but she was sure that would scare the poor guy off.

"You seemed so self-confident at the bar when you asked me for my phone number," she said. At first, she believed Chains to be just another one of the bikers, hitting on her to see if she'd agree to go home with him for the night. But she never did. Chains was the first guy she had gone home with. He was the first guy who offered her more than just a hot night in bed. He seemed to want to protect her and right now, she needed him.

"Well, it took me four weeks and a lot of rehearsal in front of the bathroom mirror to work up the nerve to ask you for your number," Chains admitted.

"No way," breathed. "You were that nervous about asking me out?" she asked.

Chains shrugged, "Yeah, I mean, look at you and then look at me. I didn't really stand a chance with someone like you. But one thing that I've learned in life is to go after what you want, no matter what. I wanted you ." He pushed a strand of her pink hair back from her face and ran his hand gently down her cheek.

"You're beautiful, ," he breathed.

"I think that you're beautiful too, Chains," she whispered. went up on her tippy toes and gently kissed his mouth. She loved the way that his beard tickled her chin and when he deepened the kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck, never wanting him to stop kissing her. ran her fingers through his hair and loved the way that he moaned into her mouth.

He broke their kiss and pulled her into his room. "Every time you touch me, , I feel like I'm going to catch fire. Tell me that you're sure about this," he begged.

"I'm sure," she whispered. "I want you, Chains," she admitted.

"Bath first," he said, "I promised you that."

"Well, only if you'll join me," she said, batting her eyes at him.

"I think that's a fair request. You make yourself comfortable and I'm going to get the bath going," he ordered. sat on his bed and wondered if he was always bossy. Honestly, she didn't mind it at all. She usually liked men who were a bit rough around the edges and bossy as hell.

"So, tell me something about yourself," Chains called from the bathroom.

"There really isn't much to tell," yelled back. "I mean, you know that I grew up in a trailer park. I lived with my mother and my father's been gone for years. I don't really even remember him," she admitted.

"That had to be tough," Chains said.

"It wasn't so bad, at first. Not until I started school, and the other kids called me names for living in a trailer. As I got older, I learned to make myself invisible—you know, hide in the corners silently so no one noticed me."

Chains walked into the room without his T-shirt, and she nearly forgot what they were talking about. He sat on the bed and pulled her into his arms. "I'm so sorry that you had to go through all that," he whispered, gently kissing her lips. He was so tender with her that she was almost surprised by it. At the bar, Chains acted almost arrogantly, but now she was starting to believe that was just a show.

He broke the kiss, leaving her breathless as she looked his upper body over. "I love your tattoos," she breathed, tracing them with the tips of her fingers. She loved the way that Chains shivered at just her touch.

"Thanks," he breathed, "there are more, but I'll show you those later." wondered what other tattoos he had and where he had them, and suddenly felt overheated. "First, I want to get you in the bathtub. How about you strip for me, honey?" he asked.

looked at him, trying to figure out if he was serious or not. "You mean, like I work at a strip club?" she asked.

Chains chuckled, making the entire bed shake. "No, I mean like, take off your shirt and your jeans so that we can get into the tub."

"Oh," said, suddenly feeling very shy about having to take off her clothes. "Will you be watching me undress?" she asked.

"Only if you want me to," he breathed. thought about telling him to give her a little bit of privacy, but what would it matter? In a few minutes, they would both be naked and, in the bathtub, and he'd see all of her anyway.

"I want you to stay here," she admitted, "I guess I'm just feeling a bit nervous."

"There is no reason to feel nervous, honey," Chains assured. "I know that you don't know me well, but I'd never do anything to hurt you." He gently brushed the hair back from her face and looked over her bruises. "I want to kill that fucker for laying even one finger on you, ."

"He's not worth it," whispered. She winced when he ran his thumb over her bruised cheek.

"Shit, I'm sorry," he said. "Maybe we should wait until you're healed before we do this." There was no way that she wanted to wait for Chains to make her his. was afraid that she'd chicken out and tell him that she changed her mind.

"No," she said, pulling his hand into her own. She gently kissed his palm and smiled at him. "I want this Chains. I'm okay—promise." That seemed to be the green light that Chains needed from her. He scooped her up from the bed and carried her into the bathroom. She loved the way that his bare chest felt against her body. All the nervous tension that plagued her before suddenly disappeared and when he let her body slide down his, she knew that she was ready to do everything he had asked her to do.

tugged her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. She rarely wore a bra and when he looked over her torso, she was glad that she hadn't worn one tonight.

"Beautiful," he said. He traced her tattoos that ran from her shoulders to her wrists, and she shivered. "You cold?" he asked.

"Nope," she breathed, smiling up at him. "Every time you touch me that happens. I'm not sure why."

"Hmm, we'll have to try to figure that out as we go," he said. "Take off your jeans," he insisted. unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs. She could feel his eyes on her the entire time, and she had to admit, she liked it.

"No panties either?" he hissed.

"I don't like to wear bras or panties," she explained.

"Fuck," he swore, "well, that works for me, honey." She nodded to his jeans, and he took the hint. He unzipped them and pulled them down his massive thighs. She wondered what it would feel like to ride him with her ass sitting on his thighs. quickly noticed the rest of his tats and knew that she'd want to take a closer look at them later.

"Jesus," she said when he stoked his shaft. She knew that he'd be big from just feeling him through his jeans earlier in the garage, but she never believed that he'd be that big. "Will we fit?" she asked, still eyeing his erection.

"Oh, we'll fit, baby," he promised. He stepped into the tub and held out his hand for her, silently asking to join him. She took his hand and stepped into the warm water. Chains sat down in the tub, causing the water to slosh over the edge of the tub.

"Come here," he ordered. He practically pulled her down on top of him, her back to his front, and when she felt his cock pushing against her ass, she gasped. "Bath first then, the rest," he said as if reading her dirty mind.

settled back against him as he grabbed the body wash from the ledge, soaped up his hands, and ran them down her body. Every inch of skin that he touched had her panting with need. He continued to work his skilled hands down her body and when he stuck first one and then another big finger inside of her, she cried out his name.

"I've got you," he whispered into her ear. She leaned back against his chest as Chains wrapped an arm around her body. He held her down while plucking her taught nipples and it was almost too much. He continued to work his fingers in and out of her pussy until she was about to lose herself.

"I can't," she whimpered. "I need to come."

"Then, come for me, honey," he whispered into her ear. She did as told and when she climaxed, she shouted out his name. It was the first time, in a long time, that she felt completely safe, and dare she even think it—loved.