6. Stella

6

STELLA

" A re you sure you want to stay in his room?" Cleo asks me for the tenth time.

I think about what we did under the tree this afternoon, and my body heats at the memory. I want more of that.

I've never felt so alive as when Will made love to me, if you can call what we did making love. It was more urgent than that. It was pure lust and desire, and I want to do it again.

I didn't tell him that I'd never gone all the way with a man before. He might have stopped. He might have been gentler, and that's not what I wanted.

"Definitely." I can't keep the smile off my face, and she smiles with me.

"Just be careful." Charlie gurgles, and she jiggles him on her hip. "And use protection."

Cleo always kept an eye on me in the foster home. She's the closest thing to a sister I've ever had. We were only together for two years, and I missed her like crazy when she left.

Cleo was always the sensible one. She kept me in line and made me think twice about the consequences of my actions. I didn't get into any trouble when she was around. But when she aged out of the system and left the Mackeys, I had no one to keep me in check.

I often wonder if the trouble that came after that would have happened if Cleo had still been around.

"I'm on the pill."

"Good." Charlie wails, and she furrows her brow and puts the back of her hand to his forehead. "And Kray has to meet him."

I roll my eyes, even though I'm grateful that she's being protective like a big sister. But I don't want Will to have second thoughts.

I like talking to Will, and I definitely like what else we do together. But when Cleo gets determined about something, there's no stopping her.

A few moments later, I knock on the door to room 102.

"Is this really necessary?"

Behind me stands not only Kray but Lyle and Jesse too, three of the biggest members of the Underground Crows MC. With their leather jackets and grim looks, I'll be lucky if Will doesn't run for the hills, especially with what he said this morning about not believing they've gone legit.

He pulls open the door and doesn't even flinch when he sees the men standing behind me .

"Sorry," I say as Will eyes the men. "They insisted on meeting you. This is Kray, Cleo's husband."

"Your brother-in-law."

Kray doesn't correct Will. We're not blood related, but the MC is like a family, and since I've been staying with Cleo, they've taken me in as their own.

"Come in, gentlemen."

Will steps back and opens the door wide. Relief sags my shoulders, and I turn to the Crows. "They don't need to come in," I say pointedly. "They just wanted to meet you."

But Kray is already striding into the room. He eyes Will warily, and Jesse cracks his knuckles.

They're doing the intimidating thing when I know they're a bunch of softies underneath. I watched Kray change a diaper five minutes ago, and Lyle took his baby girl out for a walk this morning so his old lady could sleep in.

"What club are you from?" Kray asks.

Will turns around so they can see the patch on his jacket. "The Wild Riders. We're based in North Carolina."

"I've heard of the Wild Riders," Lyle pipes up. "You're the veterans with the brewery."

"That's right."

Lyle grins, all pretense of being a hard-ass evaporating. "I was in for twelve years. Special Ops."

Lyle is ex-military same as Will, and that seems to boost his esteem in the men's eyes.

Will nods respectfully. "JAGs."

"You don't say? Did you see action? "

"Afraid so. Posted in Afghanistan for a long time."

The men talk military, and the tension eases in the room. It's another ten minutes before I'm able to hustle them out of the door.

Kray hands me my overnight bag. "You change your mind, you know where we are." He gives Will a pointed look. "She comes to any harm, and we'll come back and rip your balls out."

Then they're gone and I close the door behind them and lean against it, wondering if Will has changed his mind.

"Are all bikers so overprotective?" I've only been staying with Cleo for a few weeks, but I get the feeling Kray really would rip his balls out.

Will looks amused. "I wouldn't expect anything less. They look out for their own. I guess they can't be all bad," he admits reluctantly.

"I don't need anyone looking out for me," I mumble, even though that's not true.

Will saunters over to where I'm leaning against the door. "Can I expect any more threatening visits? An angry boyfriend?"

I shake my head and he plants a hand either side of me, boxing me in. "I'm all yours." Just for the weekend, I remind myself.

My breath hitches as Will leans close enough to catch his scent. He's fresh out of the shower and smells of masculine body wash and leather. "I like the sound of that."

His lips press against mine, and the kiss makes me forget about the Crows and Cleo and anything else but the warmth that passes through my body.

He's got me pinned against the wall, and his body brushes against mine. Heat fizzles through me, and my core tightens. I slide my hands around his back and pull him closer. My hips grind against him, needing the friction.

My jacket is hanging open, and Will runs a hand up my body to palm my breasts. It's only been a few hours since our session in the woods, but my body responds to him with a need so strong I can't deny it. I don't want to deny it.

I try to do what the therapist taught me and run through the consequences in my head before taking action. But the overwhelming need for this man pushes out any thoughts of consequences. I need to feel my skin against his skin and to feel him inside me again.

I pull his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms. He shrugs it off, and it drops to the floor. My fingers run down his t-shirt and over his hard torso. But I need to feel what's underneath.

My thumbs hook under his t-shirt. "Take this off."

Will raises an eyebrow at me. "Impatient much?"

I giggle because I've never felt like this about a man before.

Previously I put up with kisses and fumbles, trying to convince myself I liked it. But I always stopped short of going all the way. This is the first time with a man where I'm the one who can't keep my hands off him.

I tug at his t-shirt until it's over his head, and his bare muscular chest ripples before me. My mouth goes dry as I trace my fingers over the hard ridges of his body.

Inked designs curl over his shoulders, and he has a small scar by his chest. Before I can explore, he tugs at my t-shirt, and I lift my arms so he can pull it off.

Cool air skims my body. Will slides a hand around my back and unhooks my bra. My breasts tumble out, and he catches them in his hands.

I've always hated my oversized breasts. They attract too much attention, but for the first time, I like that attention.

Will treats them like they're precious parts of me to be worshipped. There's a reverence in the way he traces his fingers around my aureola, making me shudder with the sensation.

I do the same with his torso. It's the first time I've seen him without a t-shirt, and his body is a hard wall of muscle.

My fingertips trace a tattoo that starts at his shoulder and winds down his chest. There are tiny hairs around his nipples, and I tug them with my fingers. Will takes a sharp intake of breath, and I glance up at him in wonder.

"You like that?"

He smiles down at me lazily. "Very much."

I press my lips against his sensitive nipples, and he shudders. I've found his sensitive spot, and my tongue laps at one nipple while my finger traces the other.

Will groans, and I love the sounds he makes. I want to make him groan like that again and again.

His hands tangle in my hair, and he lifts my head up. " You keep doing that, and this will end before it's started."

That makes me giggle, because I can't imagine this strong man being brought to his knees by his nipples.

A surge of warm emotion runs through me. He's vulnerable just like anyone else.

Will's hands unzip my pants, and he pulls them down my legs so all I'm wearing are my cotton panties.

I showered when we got back to the motel, rain-soaked and happy. And I put on my best underwear. But even my best has a hole in the side.

I slide them down with my pants, not wanting him to see. When I step out of my underwear, I'm completely naked.

Will runs his eyes over me, and the heat in them makes my nipples harden.

I tug at his pants and crouch before him, sliding them down his legs. His cock sticks straight out in front of me, and I press my lips to the tip.

It jerks at me, and Will groans. But he takes my shoulders and pulls me to my feet.

"I want to be inside you, Stella."

The words fill me with heat, and suddenly the urge to feel him in me is overwhelming. He must feel it too, because he kisses me hard and pushes me up against the back of the door.

His hand slides between my legs, and sweet pleasure fills me at his touch. His mouth caresses my breasts, and it's too much.

"Will!" My fingernails dig into his shoulder as the orgasm hits, unexpected and strong. I cry out as it crashes over me making me shudder.

Will presses his palm against me until my pussy stops convulsing. "You okay?"

I'm not okay. This man makes me come undone with the slightest touch, and still I'm not satisfied.

"No." I shake my head, and he freezes. "I want you, Will. I need you inside me."

"I can help with that."

He hoists one of my legs up, and his hardness searches for me. I adjust my stance until his tip finds what it's searching for. I gasp at the sensation as he eases into me. The fullness feels so good I forget to breathe.

We move in rhythm, our hips sliding against each other and our bodies slick with sweat.

He lifts my other leg and hoists me onto his hips, and I lean against the door as he slides me onto his length, with every thrust going deeper until I'm so full of him I can't think of anything else.

The pressure builds, and I cry out. But Will doesn't relent with his pace. He slams me against the door, making the doorframe rattle. My cries fill the room and anyone walking past will hear us, but I don't care.

All I care about is the sensations of this man filling me up, making me whole.

"I'm going to come," I cry, and before I get the words out my world explodes.

I shatter against Will, crying his name as wave after wave of the deepest pleasure I've ever experienced hits my body .

Will slows enough for me to ride out my climax, then he picks up the pace again, thrusting harder and grunting every time he slams into me.

My fingers dig into his shoulders, and I fall over the edge again.

"Will!"

This time he comes with me, shouting my name and slamming so hard I think we're going to go right through the door.

I'm panting hard, and my emotions are flying around so intensely that I need something to cling onto.

I sag against him with my pussy throbbing.

"You okay?" he asks.

It takes me a moment to get my emotions under control enough to answer. I've never felt these sensations before, and it's terrifying. "Yeah."

He carries me to the bathroom and sets me down on a stool. "Let me clean you up."

Will runs a washcloth under the hot water and crouches before me. He runs the washcloth up my thighs, clearing away the stickiness of our combined juices.

He does one thigh and then moves onto the other, carefully wiping the warm cloth up my leg. No one has ever taken care of me like this before. I watch him quietly, this strong man kneeling before me. This is what it must be like to have a boyfriend who cares for you.

I shake the thought out of my head. This isn't a boyfriend situation. We live on opposites sides of the country. Will made it clear this is a fling for this weekend only. I can't expect anything else.