BLAMELESS: MC Biker Romance (Black Thorns, #3) (27 page)

“Yes! Oh God, yes!” I scream out as he rolls my clit between his fingers, driving me crazy and making me tremble.

He stops grinding his dick against me.

I gasp as I feel him tear my panties off me in one rough tug.

In the next second I cry out in surprise as I feel something warm and wet in a place no one’s ever been before. My ass. It takes me a second to realize it’s his tongue. Oh! He’s licking me…there.

I try to pull away, because it’s so weird and…dirty, but his hand tightens on my hip, forcing me to keep still.

“Just feel. Don’t think ‘bout nothing else,” he says, reading my mind really well.

He makes sure feeling is all I can do as he steps up his assault on my pussy. He thrusts two fingers deep inside me, then pulls them out slowly and saturates my clit with my own juices. Over and over again.

“Ah…yes, Zeb,” I moan out.

He stops suddenly and then I feel something circle my virgin hole. His finger.

I tense up immediately and cry out, trying to move away.

“Am I hurting you, darlin’?”

I shake my head.

“Why you pulling away then?”

“I…I’m not sure.”

“Cuz it feels strange? Maybe a little dirty? Ain’t for good girls, yeah?”

“I…yes.”

“Does it feel good? Did you like me licking you there?”

“I…think so.”

He chuckles. “Ain’t that all that matters then?”

Of course, he’s right. The realization has me relaxing again.

His finger slides in deeper. “Oh God,” I gasp.

It’s an overwhelming sensation, having his fingers all over my pussy and the one in my ass. Pleasure mixed with a little bit of a burn, makes for a really strange feeling.

He starts pumping in and out very slowly. I can feel every inch of his finger inside me, pulling against the sensitive ring of muscle. After a little while, everything blends together and it feels amazing. There’s just exquisite intensity.

“Mmm…I knew you’d like it,” he whispers in my ear.

His fingers leave my pussy and I whimper at the loss.

But it’s only for a second, because suddenly his dick is inside me, thrusting so deep that it steals my breath away.

His hand comes to my back and he pushes down lightly, holding me to the table as he starts to thrust hard and fast.

“Look at me,” he commands, his hand coming up to pull gently on my hair. I look over my shoulder at him. “That’s better. Gotta see you, Sarah.”

He strokes my hair wildly, fisting handfuls of it as he continues to fuck me.

“More!” I find myself screaming out.

“Want it rougher?”

“Yes! Please, Zeb!” I’m basically begging him. I’m so far gone. Having his dick moving inside me so forcefully and his finger pumping in and out of my sensitive hole…it’s mind-blowing. It’s making me into a wild, sex-crazed animal who just can’t get enough.

He picks up his pace, fucking me like a jackhammer. He’s relentless. Fast and hard. Really rough. And I love every second of it.

“Jesus fuck. The way you grip me, darlin’. Ain’t nothing better,” he grunts out on a raspy breath.

“Ah! I’m gonna come!”

His hand leaves my hair then and returns to my pussy. As soon as his fingers brush my clit, I snap and an incredible orgasm rips through me, making me shriek from the intensity of it.

“Yeah, that’s right. Squeeze my cock, Sarah. Ah…fuck, yeah.”

He continues fucking me through my orgasm. I collapse against the desk.

A moment later, I tremble as I feel him release himself into me.

All his fingers leave me and he pulls out slowly.

“Come here,” he says.

I push myself off the desk and then he’s wrapping his arms around me and pulling me onto his lap on one of the chairs. He holds me tightly and strokes my hair. “You all right?”

“Perfect,” I breathe happily into his chest.

“You’re getting wilder every day, Sarah. Wanting it rougher. Harder.”

“Is that…okay?” I ask, looking up at him.

He grins down at me. “Any way you want it is okay by me. Believe me.” He pats my ass and chuckles. “Sorry ‘bout your sexy little thong.”

“It was worth it.”

“So glad you’re coming outta your shell now.”

“It’s because of you.”

“Nah. It’s all you, Sarah. I just been along for the ride.
You
did it.”

We both snuggle together in peaceful silence for a long while.

And then Zeb shifts his weight beneath me and reaches for my face, cupping it in his hands. “When you gonna get back to that diner of yours?”

“What?” I ask, surprised he’s bringing it up out of the blue like this.

“You been holed up at the clubhouse for a long time. Now you’re holed up with me.”

“You don’t want me here?”

He frowns. “Where’s that coming from?”

“Nowhere.” From Ben, that asshole prospect. “Are you getting bored of me? Is that what this is?”

He shifts out from under me and starts pacing the room. “You serious here? After all the shit we been through together, you think I’d wanna…what...get rid of you?”

Crap. I don’t want to make him angry, or stressed out.

“No. I’m sorry. I…it’s just how it sounded when you said it.”

He comes back to me and grabs my hands. “You’re it for me. How many times I gotta tell you that? Love you, Sarah. Why I were asking ‘bout your diner is cuz you been spending all this time making sure I’m okay. But what ‘bout you? What ‘bout your life? We’re both just coasting right now. Glued to the spot, you know? And I know that ain’t good enough for you. And I don’t want it to be, neither. Want my girl to be happy and I know that diner’s a big part of that. You love that place, yeah?”

“Yeah, I do. But it’s in good hands right now, so—”

“So you can stay here and take care of me? I’m good now, Sarah. I mean…I’m on the right path to being good again. Want you to get back to your life now. I mean it. You hearing me on this?”

I can’t deny that he’s right. We have both been living in our own little bubble. Especially me. All I’ve been concentrating on is him. It’s because of what’d almost happened on that bridge. It’s been haunting me, knowing how close he came, how down he really was. He’d been drowning and I hadn’t been able to help him at all…not until that night when he’d almost ended it. And now I guess I’m overcompensating for it.

Before I can say anything, he goes on, “You know there’s a spot here, right?”

“What?” I ask, not sure what he’s getting at.

“To open a diner. Used to be a café down the street, but it closed up shop. Food were crap and word got ‘round. Nobody wanted to eat there.”

“You’re saying I should relocate
Sarah’s Place
here? To Reirdon Falls?”

“It’s an option. Safer, too. With the club just down the street, you ain’t gonna have nothing to worry ‘bout. Also, there’s a bunch of nice homes being built by Reirdon Construction since the club took it over.”

“Homes?”

“My apartment’s too small for two people, ain’t it?”

Yeah, it really is. We’re basically tripping over each other all the time there. Wait…what’s happening? Is he…is he asking me what I think he is? “What are you saying? You want me to move here…and…uh…live with you?”

His eyes lock with mine as he says, “Yeah.”

“Wow.”

“I know it’s a lot to think ‘bout. Closing up shop. Selling your house in the city.”

“My house is tainted now…after what Eddie did.”

He nods. “Yeah, I get that.” He walks over to me and snatches up my jeans. “Here,” he says, tapping my foot. I lift it and he helps me to pull them on.

He’s dressing me. He’s so sweet. Every time we do something sexual, he takes such good care of me.

“Just think on it,” he says, as he fastens my bra and then pulls my tank top and my shirt on over my head as well. He plays with my hair, fixing its sexed-up look. “There. Nobody’s gonna know I just fucked you over my desk now. Know you don’t like that, darlin’.”

“Thanks,” I say, smiling back at him. Ever since I was completely embarrassed about the boys knowing we’d gone at it in the clubhouse garage, he’s made sure never to put me in that sort of situation again. Even his office is soundproof. That’s why I hadn’t been shy about seducing him in here. Although, the reason it’s soundproof isn’t so he and I can have sex in here without people knowing. It’s so that he can talk club business without any of the staff or clients overhearing him.

“Anytime, Sarah,” he says, kissing me chastely on my forehead. “You’re my girl. Gotta take care of you.”

“You’re so sweet.”

“Just don’t be saying that in front of the boys. I won’t never hear the end of it.”

“I won’t.”

“So, you gonna think ‘bout it, yeah? What I said?”

“You’re really against me staying in Brockford, aren’t you?”

He steps back and folds his arms across his chest. “There’s three things I ain’t liking ‘bout our situation. One is Brockford’s dangerous these days. Two is I don’t want my girl living a three-hour ride away from me. Three is my apartment’s too small for a long-term thing. I like what we got going on. Like you being ‘round all the time. Like waking up with you and going to sleep with you at night. Like you coming by here at lunch and shit. Don’t wanna be apart from you. So, yeah, you going back and staying in Brockford ain’t sitting well with me.
But
I also promised you I’d take care of you. And that means making sure you’re happy. So, it’s gotta be
your
choice, not mine.”

It’s times like these when I can actually believe Zeb is thirty-eight. Where he actually shows the wisdom of his age.

“Yes. I’ll think about it,” I tell him.

Oh shit. The look on his face cuts into me. Disappointment. It’s clear to me now that he thought I’d just say
yes
right away and that I wouldn’t really have to think about it.

Well, my heart wants to say yes. So badly. That part of me just wants to leap into this and move here with him immediately.

But the more logical and cautious part of me is hesitant.

With Eddie, I’d let him take over my whole life. I’d given up what I’d wanted for him. And now I’ve come so far, I don’t want to slip back into all of that with Zeb. I need to make sure that moving here is right for me first.

“Well…good,” he manages as he slips on his t-shirt and cut and fixes his jeans. He eyes the clock and tells me, “We should get going.”

He leads the way out of his office. I follow after him. He stops to lock the door and then leads me down a corridor, a different way to the route I approached his office.

It comes out at the rear of the shop. I see his bike parked a few feet away. This must be a private garage, just for the employees. He walks to a set of hooks and snatches a leather jacket off one of them.

“Put this on,” he says, handing it to me.

I take it from him and look it over. It has the Black Thorns crest across the back and his title of Road Captain.

“This is yours.”

“When we’re riding, it’s yours. ‘Til I can get you your own leather.”

As I shrug it on, he holds something else out in front of me. A helmet. It’s silver and sparkling. “Bought this for you. You’re gonna need it, too.”

“Oh wow. I love it.”

He grins. “Thought you might.”

He steps into me and zips up his jacket that I’m drowning in. And then he places the helmet on my head. “Remember how to adjust it properly? How I showed you last time?”

Last time and the
only
time I’ve been on his bike was when we went up to the safe house. I was really nervous being on the back of his bike that time and I am now as well.

“Yeah. I remember,” I tell him as I adjust the straps properly. “I…just…aren’t we going to take your truck instead?”

“You freaking?” he asks, frowning with concern.

“I…a bit. I’m just not used to it, I guess.”

“More we do it, the more you’re gonna get there.”

“Okay. But…can you…go slow?”

He smiles. “Yeah, I can do that, darlin’.”

“Thank you.”

“A ride will do both of us good. I got a lot to think ‘bout with this first therapy session today. And you got a lot to think ‘bout too…clearly.”

Clearly?
Argh. He’s mad at me. “You told me to think about it, Zeb.”

He grunts and walks over to his bike. “Didn’t know it were such a big decision. Figured it woulda been an easy one to make.”

He swings his leg over his bike and settles himself on it. I walk over there and tell him, “I love you. It’s just…all the other stuff. Closing the diner. Moving it here. Selling my house. I’d be completely on
your
turf. In your life. Nothing of my own.”

He grabs my hips and lifts me onto the back of his bike easily.