Devil's Brotherhood: A MC Romance (Devil's Riders Book 1) (3 page)

“Are you cold?” he asked.

“Yeah, a little,” I said rubbing my arms in the crisp night air coming off the sea.

“Here,” he said putting his black leather jacket over my shoulders.

“Thanks,” I said.

We sat around the fire and talked for an hour and laughed and teased each other. I could still feel the stares of everyone around us. I tried to ignore. Sensing my discomfort Kit said, “Want to take a walk?”

“I would love too,” I said.

CHAPTER THREE

He placed his hand out to help me to my feet. He pulled me up with one swift movement. He was very strong. We walked and found a private dark area. Then he pulled me close into his arms and kissed me. I melted into his arms. His kiss was passionate and full of longing.

“I’ve been waiting to do that all night,” he said.

“I want you to do more,” I said boldly.

He smirked at me and kissed me again. His hands roamed down my body and cupped my ass. I moaned in his mouth in response. He pulled me down the sand with him. I laid down on my back in the soft sand and he positioned himself on top of me between my legs and rubbed him body up and down. It was the perfect position and he made direct contact with clitoris. It felt so good that I moaned louder than I should. His hand went under my sweater and slowly moved up my belly. His strong hands felt good on my body. His dark curls framed his face and fell on mine. I ran my fingers through it. I wanted this. I needed him. I had been wanting this experience with a bad boy for a long time, and now it was finally happening and no one could stop me. I had my freedom. I felt his fingers pinch my nipples and I sighed in response. He knew how to work with his hands. He pinched them lightly and not too hard. It was just the right amount of play. He pulled up away from me and started to unzip my pants. Then he stopped.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

I was shocked. He was sensitive and it was not what I expected from him. He played with words before but when it came down to it, the real him, he was a perfect gentleman.

“Yes, I want you,” I said.

He smiled and said, “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to put your tongue inside me,” I whispered.

“And then what do you want?” he asked as he slowly unzipped my pants and started to pull them off of me. The night air tickled my legs, but the heat of the moment kept me warm.

“I want you to move your tongue up to my clit and press against it, over and over until I cum,” I said. I was shocked with what was coming out of my mouth. I never felt this comfortable with any preppy guy I had ever had sex with. Maybe that was because they never asked me what I wanted.

“And after you cum?” he asked while placing soft kisses on thighs.

“I want you to spread my thighs open and climb on top of me. I want to pull out your cock and put the tip inside me, but just the tip while I kiss you. Just the tip until I tell you it’s okay to push inside me.”

Kit moaned at my words. I think he was pleasantly surprised at my wild side. I guess I was too. Then he went about meticulously following my directions.

He moved to my pussy and pushed his tongue inside me. It felt warm and all my senses were aware of his body and his touch. He licked me up and down and tasted me. Then he moved up and pressed his tongue on my clitoris. He moved in small circles and applied pressure until I was screaming, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

Kit sat back on his knees and looked at me with that gorgeous smirk on his face. He unzipped his tight jeans and pulled out his cock. It was long and thick and smooth.

I gasped at the sight of it. He looked up at me and said, “Just the tip?”

I nodded yes. Then he took a deep breath and said, “You’re going to kill me Mary.”

I laughed a little and he climbed on top of me. He put the tip of his cock inside me and it was all I could do to not push him in. I wanted him now, all of him. I had to be patient though and follow through with my own instructions. Kit hovered over me. His hair was flowing in the breeze and reached up and put my hands in it. I pulled him to me and kissed him. I made it a long kiss that seemed to last forever while just the tip of his cock was inside of me. I wrapped my legs around him and slowly guided him inside of me. He moaned and grunted as he filled me completely. I spread my legs wide and allowed him to maneuver his body. He pulled his hips back just a little and pumped in and out of me. I thought I would cum again immediately. The sensations of his cock inside of me gliding in and out felt more stimulating than any one else I had ever been with. We moved in perfect rhythm together. Then with a few more thrust his face tensed and he released himself. He moaned loudly and said, “Fuck, I’m cumming. Fuck.”

He collapsed on top of me. His weight was heavy and warm and it felt good on me. We stayed like this for a few minutes then he pulled out of me. He looked at me and helped me put my jeans back on, then he zipped up as well. We sat holding each other and then he looked at me.

“Mary you are very beautiful. What are you doing with me?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I’m just drawn to you. Is that so wrong?”

“It can be.”

“I don’t want to think about that now. Can we just enjoy the moment?”

“Yeah, I’m just trying to stop myself from falling for you,” he said.

I smiled and then kissed him. I was feeling the same way, but I didn’t want to admit it. I didn’t want to think about the fact that this could never be anything but a fling. I didn’t want to think about what would happen if I fell in love with him. My father would never allow me to date Kit long term and have a serious relationship. He had warned me before. I would be cut off of all finances. He would no longer pay for my college tuition or my apartment, car or just money to live off of. I would be made to make my own way in the world. It made me feel like a spoiled girl to think of that as important but I knew I had no real world experience and would not be able to survive with out the family money.

I pushed that thought aside for now.

“Come on, let’s go back with the others.”

“Okay,” I said getting up.

We walked back to the bonfire. It was dying and most were ready to head home. The fire was put out and everyone dispersed on their bikes except for three guys that stayed with us. They started their bikes and they roared in the silent of the night. We drove off and pulled up to a large house. There were a few people outside talking and listening to music.

“Where are we?” I asked him as he put his foot down to balance the bike before turning it off.

“This is my place. I live here with a few of the guys. It’s sort of a hang out for us,” he said.

I looked around at the house. It was large and dilapidated as though it had not had a new coat of paint since it was built over a hundred years ago. It was the standard colonial style house that you saw in these parts, only this was far out of town and was isolated. It sort of reminded me of the club house in Fight Club. This was the real deal I thought. These guys really were a biker gang. I wondered what sort of things they were up too. I shivered at the thought of how little I really knew about Kit.

“Do they all have wolf tattoos as well?” I asked.

“Yeah, something like that,” he said.

I was in the wolf’s den. This was somewhat of a headquarters I assumed. I probably was not welcomed here. That was confirmed a second later.

I was about to get off the bike when I heard raised voices. It took me a second to realize they were directed at me.

“Is that your new bitch?! Get her out of here! She doesn’t belong here!” a girl yelled.

“Shit,” Kit said starting his bike again.

A glass beer bottle crashed at my feet. I screamed.

“She doesn’t belong here! Get that preppy bitch out of here!” she continued to yell.

I could barely see the girl in the dark, but she was making her way toward us. Kit peeled out on his bike and held on tight as to not fall off. He drove fast and in seconds we were out of sight of the house. He took me to my car parked at The Pipe.

I got off the bike and I was shaking. I had never had an encounter like that before. It was a lot to deal with after having an adrenaline filled night of sex on the beach and now this.

“Who was that?” I asked Kit with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry Mary. I’m sorry you had to deal with that. I know you’re not used to that kind of behavior. Are you alright?” he asked putting his hands on my shoulders.

“I’m a little shaken,” I admitted.

“Who was that?” I asked again.

“That was my ex-girlfriend. We haven’t been together in months, but she thinks she owns me.”

“Oh,” I said and then sat silently.

“She really is my ex-girlfriend. We’re not together.”

We both sat in silence then he said, “Oh shit!”

He was looking at my car. I followed his gaze. I didn’t see what he was looking at until he walked over and kicked my tires. They had been slashed.

“Fuck!” I yelled.

“I’m sorry. It was definitely her. It had to be. I’m sorry. I could change your tire, but it looks like all of them are slashed.”

I sighed deeply and pulled my phone out of my purse. I called a tow truck.

“It’s going to be half an hour before they’re here,” I said as I hung up the phone and looked at Kit with a frown on my face.

“You’re not at Harvard anymore. It’s rough out here. I warned you,” he said.

He was right. He did warn me. Everyone warned me and I ignored it.

“It’s just a car,” I finally said. Even though I knew that being attacked at his house and now my slashed tires were so much more than that. I was trying to convince myself more than I was convincing him.

“Come on,” he said.

He grabbed me and pushed me against the car. He kissed me deep and with more passion and aggression than before. I had the feeling that all this danger turned him on. When I let go and stopped being scared I realized it turned me on too. This was what I sought out, and now it was real. I allowed the feeling of danger and fright to combine with my sensations of desire and it was overpowering. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer to me. He shoved his hand down my pants and entered me with two long skinny fingers. I yelled out at the feeling. It was intense. I opened my legs wider and his fingers went deeper inside of me. It felt so good and the adrenaline rushed through me. I wondered if at any moment his girlfriend would show up and cause more problems. The thought of being in danger again sent me over the edge. I started yelling, “I’m cumming!” once more.

I relaxed against the car and allowed the pulsations to flood me. I could feel his hard cock against my thigh and his breathing was heavy and he was moaning. He was ready to fuck me again. Just then large headlights came down the road. I held my breath. Who could it be at this time of night? I was scared it was someone coming to hurt me, but it also made me excited. Then it got closer. Kit stepped in front of me and pushed me behind him. The headlights turned into the parking lot and blinded us. Then we finally saw, it was the tow truck. I sighed in relief. It was a lot earlier than we had expected.

The man hooked up my car and towed it to the garage for tires that I would go buy the next day. After we were done, Kit drove me back to my apartment. It was already dawn and I had been out all night. It felt good to not have to answer to anyone. I had one wild night I thought to myself. I kissed him and then he drove off.

I went to bed and slept all day. I missed all my classes. My grades were already suffering, but I didn’t care. I was tired and bored of school.

Two days later I had my car back in my possession. I had seen Kit briefly when he came by the apartment to make sure I had my car back with out problems. We kissed a little and then he left, but one thing was for sure. We were both in this. We were in deep. I was becoming addicted to him and I looked forward to when I would see him again. He was very elusive and I had to wait until he came to me. I wasn’t welcomed at the bar or his house. So it was all up to him when I would see him. I didn’t like that, but it was okay for now. I only cared about seeing. I only cared about having him inside of me again and again.

A week later it was time to pay attention to my other life again. I had become distant from Lillian and she knew why, and she was not happy about it. I didn’t dare tell her about the slashed tires or the crazy ex-girlfriend. I didn’t want to hear I told you so at all from her. She wouldn’t understand my desire for the adrenaline rush of the danger and the erotic pleasure it gave me. She wouldn’t understand the longing I had all my life to be with a guy like Kit. So I didn’t bother to tell her. Now something was happening that made me once again focus on my life as a preppy Connecticut rich girl. I would have to readjust and put myself back in that mind set of the social elite. It was all happening tomorrow and I was not looking forward to it. In fact it was a day I had been loathing for several weeks now. It was parent’s weekend at Harvard.