Chapter 5

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T o my frustration, the meeting wasn’t going to be a short one. It was necessary, but that didn’t stop me from being irritated and grouchy.

We’d been vague about our assumptions in front of Britta. However, when Fox arrived in my office, I didn’t hesitate to verbalize it. “We have a fucking leak.”

He nodded and walked over to sit on the edge of my desk. “Don’t know how else someone would discover their location. Deviant and I buried that shit deep.”

“I know.” I tried to keep the resentment out of my tone, but I was still salty over his refusal to share the information with me.

Fox narrowed his eyes in warning, so I backed off before I ended up with his gun pointed at me. Then Maverick and several of my brothers walked in, halting our conversation anyway.

“Gotta be a motherfucking rat,” Maverick snarled.

“What did King have to say?” Whiskey asked as he took a position against the wall to the right of the door.

“Pissed as fuck,” Fox replied. “Had to be one of his guys because I kept the Iron Rogues far away from anything involving B and Marylin.”

“Britta,” I grated out, gritting my teeth.

Fox raised an eyebrow in question.

“Her name is Britta. Nobody but me calls her anything else.”

Fox pressed his lips together as if holding back a smile, and I narrowed my eyes. He cleared his throat and continued, “I kept them far away from Britta and her mother. King trusts his patches like I do you, so we’re confident it’s a prospect. Just need to find a way to smoke him out.”

“Francesco’s plant should be able to help with that,” I told them. “Probably easiest if we get them on a conference call rather than speculating what they can or might do. Get us all on the same page right away.”

Fox gave me a chin lift, indicating I should go forward with that plan.

Both men happened to be available, so we hashed things out for the next few hours. Without knowing much right then, we couldn’t do a whole lot until Francesco’s inside man or King’s investigation yielded some information.

I was fucking exhausted when I trudged down the hallway to my room. But I also felt lighter than I had in years. Britta was finally with me, in my arms and in my bed, and I was never letting her go.

The room was mostly dark when I entered, but I could see just enough from the partially closed door to the bathroom since Britta had left the light on in there. It probably made me a fucking pussy, but the fact that she’d been so considerate had warmth blooming in my chest.

She slept curled up in the center of the bed, her cheek resting on one pillow, with her gorgeous blond hair spread out behind her. Her curvy body was wrapped around my other pillow, and I smiled, thinking that she was using it as a substitute for me. Especially when she hugged it tighter and inhaled deeply before settling back down.

Damn, she was cute. And so fucking sexy that I’d been rock hard since the minute I saw her earlier in the day.

Before I met Britta, it had been years since I’d felt even a passing interest in a woman. But she brought out a side of me that I hadn’t even known was there.

After the incident during my first year out of law school, I’d built a wall around myself. It had been the only way to keep all the anguish and rage contained inside me. Since then, only my brothers have been able to penetrate it, but they couldn’t even break the shell completely.

I knew Britta would smash it to pieces. Maybe that should’ve scared the shit out of me, but it didn’t. The fear that I might let her down was still there, and it would probably drive her batshit crazy that I was so overprotective, but as long as she knew I loved her without limits, I had no doubt she’d put up with my caveman attitude.

She’d have to get used to it because there was nothing that I wouldn’t do to keep her.

I’d never felt such an overwhelming need—to fuck her, to keep her safe. Hell, just to fucking be around her.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her while I stripped out of my clothes. As much as I wanted to wake Britta with my hands and mouth all over her, I could see the darkness under her eyes, and her expression was pained.

I left the bathroom light on so I could stare at my beautiful girl. Pulling back the covers, I couldn’t help smiling when I noticed she was wearing one of my shirts. I slipped in behind her and wrapped her up in my arms and legs. She immediately released the pillow and turned over to curl against my chest with a cute little sigh.

She was going to fucking kill me with sounds like that. I sighed and told my dick to stand down so I could try to get a little rest.

“Shaw?” she whispered sleepily.

“Go back to sleep, baby. You need your rest.”

“Did you figure out who the mole is?”

“What?” I asked, surprised at her question. How had she known?

“You guys are adorable trying to protect me from being scared, so I let you. But it was pretty obvious that the only way they could have found us was if there was a leak in the organization.”

“Damn, I obviously underestimated you, baby,” I said with a grin. Then I grimaced. “But I don’t think anyone would describe us as adorable.”

Britta giggled. “Cute, then?”

“Fucking hell, baby. You’re making a bunch of badass bikers sound like teddy bears.”

“Maybe I was only referring to you,” she replied softly. “I probably should have said hot or sexy as sin or something like that, but…um…”

“Yeah?” I encouraged her when it sounded as though she might not continue.

“Well, you…um…have a cute butt.”

I couldn’t help it. I tossed my head back and laughed, but I tried to squelch it quickly when she buried her face in my chest. I didn’t want to make her feel any more embarrassed because I loved her honesty.

“Hey,” I said softly, tugging on a few strands of her hair to bring her head back so I could see her face. “You don’t ever have to feel embarrassed about anything that happens between us.” I grinned again and winked at her as my hand traveled down to skip under my shirt and palm her ass. “You are cute as hell, baby. But you’re also fucking gorgeous and so sexy all I can think about is finally being inside you.”

Britta sucked in a quick breath, and her hands splayed on my chest, the heat from her palms practically searing my flesh. “Me too,” she whispered so quietly I almost didn’t hear her.

My hand clenched her ass cheek, and my hips involuntarily bucked into her. “Don’t say shit like that to me right now, Britta,” I growled. “I’m barely hanging on as it is.”

“Why?”

I exhaled roughly. “Because you’re tired. It’s been a long, terrifying day. And because I should take you on at least one fucking date before I pop your cherry.”

Britta gasped. “How did you...?”

“You radiate innocence,” I muttered as I dropped my head into the crook of her neck and shoulder. After taking a deep inhale, I sighed. “And I can practically smell your sweet little cherry, baby.” It was probably just my imagination, but it seemed like I could also smell her ripe, unprotected womb. Just waiting for me to stuff it full of my seed and put my baby inside her.

“Oh,” she squeaked as a shiver wracked her body.

“Now go to sleep,” I grunted, barely hanging on to my sanity.

Britta wiggled closer, and I growled in warning. Then she rubbed her nose against my chest and sighed. “You make me feel so safe. But I’m still scared. Do you think you could distract me?”

“You’re playing with fire, baby,” I rasped.

She traced my tattoos for a minute, then kissed my chest, before making me almost come up off the bed when she licked the barbell in my left nipple. “I want to burn,” she breathed.

“Fuck,” I grunted as every rational thought in my head was replaced by desire. The need to be inside her, to claim her, to own her. I was desperate to hear her scream my name while I exploded inside her.

My lips crashed down onto hers, and I rolled her onto her back before settling myself on top of her. Her generous tits pillowed against my chest, and her hard little nipples poked through her shirt.

At first, I held her head so it was at just the right angle for me to deepen the kiss and plunder her mouth. But soon, my hands itched to caress her curves, and I slowly glided them down to the bottom of the shirt, which had risen to her waist.

I tore my mouth from hers just long enough to whip the T-shirt over her head and toss it away. Then I kissed her again and filled my hands with her tits while rocking my hard-on into the apex of her thighs.

She moaned, and her legs curled around my calves.

“You want me inside you, Britta?”

She nodded.

“Want me to fill you with my big, fat cock and make you come until you’re screaming with ecstasy?”

She nodded again, so I pinched her nipples hard, making her gasp.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me you want me to fuck you and take that cherry you’ve been saving for me.”

“Yes, Shaw,” she moaned.

“Yes, what?” I ground my pelvis into hers and teased her tight peaks with my fingers.

“I want you. Please, Shaw, take me.”

“Who do you belong to, Britta?”

“You,” she breathed.

“Damn straight.”

I slid a hand down her stomach until I reached the silky fabric of her panties. With one yank, I ripped them away and raised them to my nose, inhaling deeply. “Fuck, you smell delicious.” My mouth watered, and I groaned, “Need a taste. Want you on my tongue when I pop your cherry.”

Slowly, I trailed my tongue down her body as I moved to lay between her legs. I pushed them wide open and wedged my shoulders into her thighs.

My hands slid beneath her ass, and I raised her pelvis to my mouth. “Smells even better with my face in your pussy.” She was bare, and it was sexy as fuck, especially since it didn’t hide how wet she was. Her arousal glistened on her puffy petals, and my tongue darted out to lick up a few drops. The flavor exploded on my taste buds, and I groaned.

I dragged my tongue up Britta’s center, and she cried out, her legs tightening against my shoulders.

Burying my face in her pussy, I alternated between licking and fucking her with my tongue, staying away from her clit. Her hips undulated, begging for more every time I backed off.

Her hands tunneled into my hair, and she whimpered in desperate need. I stared up at her as I devoured her and saw the lost expression on her face. “Shaw, please,” she begged. “I need…”

She shook her head and clenched her fingers, tugging so hard it was painful, but it only fueled the burn.

It was clear that she didn’t have any idea what she was reaching for. The fact that I was about to give her first orgasm made me want to beat against my chest and shout that this woman was mine in every way.

I was going to be her first everything…and her last.

When Britta was nearly out of her mind with need, I finally concentrated my efforts on her sensitive little bud.

“Shaw!” she gasped before she screamed in bliss.

To my shock, she gushed into my mouth, and I drank down every delicious drop. Fuck, my woman was incredibly passionate. And yeah, I was damn smug that she responded to me with such intensity.

“What? I…”

Her expression was horrified, and I gave her a crooked smile. “You are sexy as fuck, baby. And so damn passionate, you squirted. I’m already addicted to the taste.”

“That’s, um, normal?”

I shook my head. “Not every woman can do it. Even the ones who can have to be with the right man.”

Britta’s lips tipped up. “Feeling pretty proud about that?”

“Fuck yes,” I agreed before going back to eating her pussy.

When she was close, I inserted a finger in her channel. Her muscles spasmed around it, and I grunted, “Damn, baby, you’re so tight.” I was a big man, and that included the rock-hard monster aching to be inside her. If I didn’t want to hurt Britta any more than necessary, I needed her to be soft and stretched.

After pushing her into another hard climax, I was able to fit three fingers. But I wasn’t going to last any longer. I was already making a mess of the sheets with the come leaking from my dick.

Keeping our bodies pressed together, I glided up until we were face-to-face, and my hips settled snugly between her legs, my cock pulsing between the lips of her pussy.

Britta’s hands came to rest on my biceps, and she shuddered when I took her mouth in a deep, wet kiss. I curled my hands under her thighs and lifted them, setting her feet on the mattress with her knees bent. The position opened her even wider, and the angle made it easy for me to push the tip of my cock inside her.

Fucking hell. She was like a fucking furnace, and her inner walls squeezed me so hard I nearly came right then.

I sucked in a breath and fought for control. “No going back now, baby,” I murmured when I pulled back from her lips. “You’re mine.”

My hips surged forward, breaking through her barrier and filling her from root to tip. “Fuck!” I shouted at the same time that she cried out. It took every bit of my strength, but I kept still while she adjusted to me.

I kissed away the tears dripping from her pain-filled eyes. “Relax, baby. It will pass, I promise.”

Britta took a deep breath, and the movement caused her body to rock against mine. Her eyes widened, and she gasped, “Oh!”

I smirked. “Feeling better?”

She nodded, and then her cheeks turned crimson. “Can you…um…move?”

“Like this?” I asked as I pulled back just an inch before seating myself fully once more.

“Yesss,” she moaned, her eyes closing and her fingers digging into my flesh.

“Eyes open, baby,” I demanded. “Want you to watch me make you come. Know who owns this sexy little body.”

This time, I retreated until only the tip remained inside her before thrusting deep. I groaned at the streaks of pleasure that shot through my body. Britta buried her face in my neck, muffling her cry of pleasure.

“Don’t,” I rasped.

“Huh?” Her eyes were glazed with lust as she stared up at me in confusion.

“Don’t hide from me. Or keep me from hearing what I do to you.” I grunted as I pulled out and drove back in. “Want to hear every moan, every sigh. Want to hear you screaming my name.”

“Shaw,” she breathed when I filled her once more.

Her fevered expression and raspy tone sent me over the edge. Grasping the sheets on both sides of her, I dug my knees into the mattress for leverage and slammed inside her so deep my cock bumped her cervix.

An image of Britta’s naked body round and swollen with my baby flashed in my mind. Then nothing remained except the determination to make her come so hard her womb took in everything I gave it.

I pounded in and out of her over and over, making the springs on the bed squeak and the headboard slam into the wall.

“Fuck! That’s it, baby! Take it. Oh fuck, yeah! Fuck!”

Britta’s tits bounced with every thrust, and I bent my head to suck on a stiff peak. I used the fingers of one hand to twist and pluck the other before switching.

“Shaw,” Britta moaned. “Oh, yes. Yes!”

Her eyes began to close but flew open when I snarled, “Eyes!”

My gaze drifted down to watch my giant dick disappear into her tight pussy, coming out shiny with her juices. “You have no idea how fucking sexy it is to watch you take my cock like such a good girl.”

I locked eyes with her again and fucked her even faster and deeper as one of my hands journeyed down her slick skin to her pussy.

“Gonna squirt for me again,” I commanded. I kissed her, pouring all of my need into it. Then I muttered, “Wanna hear you scream my name, baby.”

“Yesss,” she whimpered.

After a few more thrusts, I pressed my thumb on her pleasure button, rubbing it hard. A second later, her back bowed, and she screamed my name as she flew into a mind-blowing orgasm.

“Oh fuck, baby! Squeeze that pussy! Fuck, yes! Fuck!” I roared as my climax crashed over me, and come erupted from my dick.

I continued to plunge in and out, prolonging her pleasure with my still rock-hard cock. “One more time,” I growled.

When she detonated a second time, I felt the gush of her arousal soaking my dick and sending me spiraling into another climax.

“Holy shit,” I panted when the ability to speak returned.

“Yeah,” Britta mumbled through choppy breathing.

I grinned and buried my face in her neck, putting a soft kiss on her damp skin. “You’re amazing.”

Raising my head, I winked at her when I saw her flushed cheeks.

I gave her a hard kiss, then slowly withdrew. “Stay here, baby.”

“Mm-hmm.” She closed her eyes and sighed as her limbs fell like a limp noodle.

Chuckling, I climbed out of bed and ducked into the bathroom to clean up and grab a warm, wet cloth. Then I returned and gently wiped away the remnants of our pleasure and her virginity.

I tried not to gloat at the pink stain on the washcloth but obviously failed.

“Molly was right,” Britta sassed. “You guys are Neanderthals.”

Unrepentant, I shrugged and tossed the cloth into the hamper before crawling back into bed and pulling her into my arms. “Sleep, baby.”