Night Sky (Satan's Sinners MC Book 3) (9 page)

Me:
Thanks! They won't. Meet me at the house at 1p.m.

Robert:
K see you then.

I then text Zoey, letting her know what’s going on, as well as Jacey and they both respond that they’ll be there waiting.

★★★

We pull up to the gate where Romeo lets us through and I get my car parked. When I have it turned off, I sit there, holding onto the steering wheel so tight my knuckles are turning white. I try to take deep breaths, but I don’t feel like enough oxygen is getting into my lungs. I think I’m having a fucking panic attack!

Robert taps me on the shoulder so I turn towards him with my worried expression. He signs to me,
Are you ready to do this?

No! This is going to backfire, I just know it. I'm having second thoughts. Let's just go back.
My head frantically shakes back and forth, my hands and face are sweating, and my chest is heaving, trying to catch my breath.

We’re already here so let's do it. After seeing him with another girl, you need a little payback. Besides, I'm ready to see some hot bikers.
He gives me a smile that I can't help but to return. It puts me back into perspective some. I want my man back!

Alright fine, come on.

We open the doors, stepping out of the car, and he jogs over to my side. Robert puts his arm around my waist, half leading me, half holding me up as we walk to into clubhouse. With his hand placed on my lower back, he opens the door, guiding me inside.

When our eyes have adjusted to the lighting, I look around, finding Writer first at the pool tables. Just like yesterday, it's like we can feel the presence of each other because he looks up, automatically coming face to face with me once again. Dropping the pool stick, his eyes narrow as he starts glaring at us. Robert must realize that's Writer because he kisses the top of my head, then I feel my feet moving. Robert applies more pressure on my back to get me moving faster towards the bar where Jacey and Zoey are waiting. I plaster the biggest fake smile on my face, looking at Writer one more time.

I think I just pissed him off worse! Oh God, this is so bad! His nostrils are flaring, face is red, and eyes are just small slits - they almost look closed. The girls both have huge grins as they watch his reaction.

Zoey signs and speaks,
“You must be Robert. It's so good to meet you. I'm Zoey and this is Jacey.”

“Yes, I'm Robert. It's nice to meet the both of you too.”

“And you know sign language. You did well, Ever,”
Jacey praises me.

Ohmygod! She did that on purpose. I should not have went along with this.

“Well, I have a family member that is hearing impaired so I already knew how to sign when I met Ever.”

Robert has his best smile on his face as he pulls me into his side and kisses the top of my head again. He’s playing his part very well. I just hope I don’t have to break my promise of getting his pretty face hurt.

Robert is a very good looking guy, being over six foot with messy brown hair, brown eyes, and a muscular build. He’s also one of the sweetest guys I’ve ever met and whoever he chooses to be with will be a very lucky man to have him.

I see Writer out of the corner of my eye, grabbing a pretty blonde, a different one than yesterday. He walks by us, glaring at me and purposely bumping into Robert. They head down the hallway and I know he’s taking her to his room, to our bed, and it hurts my heart so fucking bad to see it. I knew this was a bad idea. Now he’s going into his room to fuck someone else in our bed.

I can't fucking deal with this!

I sign to all of them,
I told all of you this was going to backfire and look, it just did. He didn't try and talk to me, and now he’s in there with some other girl. I can't handle this! Robert, here are my keys, you can take my car. I'll get a ride home later. I just need to be alone and go for a walk.

I pass him the keys before I head outside. One more thing I can't handle are all the sad expressions they’re wearing. When I get outside, I have no idea where I am going, so I let my feet lead the way. When I see where I ended up, I come to an immediate stop and reach out to touch the ladder.

The ladder is still here. I thought for sure it would be gone, but he was coming up here long before he brought me. As I climb up, I wonder if he still comes up here or if he just left the ladder and doesn't even bother with it.

I stand in the middle of the roof, right in the spot where he stood behind me with his arms embracing me for so many nights, before I sit down. What the hell am I gonna do now? How can I keep coming back to the clubhouse and not have him as mine? How can I stand by and watch him with all these other women? I'm not like my sister. I don't like confrontation and he's not mine anymore, so I have no right to stake any claims.

Shit used to be so much simpler. I would have never had to bring another man here to make him jealous. He would have never been with anyone else, much less one of those little underdressed slut puppies. Ugh!

I guess we were both too caught up and too naive to realize something could tear us apart. We thought we were indestructible, and I guess three thousand miles is a destroyer. I can feel him watching me, so I look to my left. There he is.

EVER

PAST

★★★

Just as the party starts to get a little crazy, Writer grabs my hand, leading me to his room. He gets the door shut and locked before he turns to me, pulling me hard and fast against his muscled body. He kisses me and as our tongues dance together, I want more so much more. I love kissing him, don't get me wrong, but I need him inside of me. He has already made it clear that I am his, but I am desperate for him to show me just how much.

I pull back from the kiss and sign,
I need you Writer.

His eyes bore into mine. His lust filled gaze matching my own, he asks,
Are you sure you wanna do this?

Giving him a smile,
I sign back,
Kiss me.

He does just as I tell him and starts walking me backwards until my legs hit the bed. I fall down onto the mattress, bringing him with me. We never break apart as we tumble down.

My arms are tightly wrapped around his neck as I lay back on the bed. His body covers mine, but he makes sure to hold his weight up with his forearms. Writer, pulls away from the kiss, leans up, and straddles my waist. My arms detach from his neck and fall to my sides as I stare up at the perfect man I have fallen so in love with in such a short amount of time.

Have you done this before?
he signs to me. Out of all the things we have talked about, I guess I never made it clear that I wasn't a virgin.

Writer, I'm not a virgin. Have you had sex before?
I ask, more being smart because I already know the answer.

Yes, but I don’t think I like the thought of you being with anyone else. Are you on the pill?

Yes, I'm on birth control. You think I like the thought of you being with another girl? No I don’t, but let’s just think about now. We may not be each other’s firsts, but you will be my last.

I do like the thought of that,
he states before claiming my mouth again. He pulls back from the kiss, stands up, and he motions for me to scoot up the bed
.

He signs,
I feel this need to claim you.

My response to that is,
Then claim me.

Instead of doing what he says, I stand up from the bed and walk over, double checking that the door is locked, all the while his eyes are on me. I turn towards him as the smile takes over my face and I grip the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. I hold it out with one finger and let it fall to the floor.

I bring my hands to the front of my jeans, undo the button and zipper, then shimmy out of them. As I step out of them, I turn back around. Looking over my shoulder at Writer, I give him a dazzling smile then undo my bra, letting it fall. Hooking my thumbs in the thin strips of my panties, I start slowly pulling them down over my hips and down my legs. I step out of them and when I stand back up I look over my shoulder again. I cover my breasts before turning around to face Writer, his eyes never leaving me for a second during my little striptease.

Writer pulls his shirt over his head and then drops his jeans along with his boxers before stepping out of them. He’s not shy or ashamed as he stands in front of me, completely bare. Looking over his body, I let out a huff of breath before covering my mouth with my fingers. He is beautiful, there’s no other word for it. Well maybe magnificent or lickable would be good too.

My eyes rake over his God-like body, all the tattoos, his pierced nipples, defined pecs, his washboard abs, strong muscular thighs. And what is that? Ohmygod, he has a silver hoop going through the head of his deliciously long, wide, very hard erection. My eyes meet his,
Is that gonna hurt me?

He looks down then back up with a smirk on his face.
What? My cock or the piercing?

I tilt my head to the side a little, giving him the stank eye.
I'm not sure, maybe both.
He laughs. I smile.

I hope to hell not. I'd like to get it in more than once.
He laughs harder. I quit smiling.
Sugar, I would never hurt you. I don't know about the piercing, I haven't put it to use yet, but I did research and it said it’s supposed to enhance your pleasure. If it hurts, you tell me and I'll take it out, deal? As for my cock, I'm gonna make you feel good, real fuckin' good with it.

I nod,
deal.
I realize I was signing, which means I showed my boobs. The blush creeps up my neck and onto my cheeks, and I quickly cover myself. I don't know why I am so shy with him. Maybe it's because he is perfect and I’m not.

Writer steps closer to me and signs,
Do not be shy with me. Show yourself to me. There are no words to describe your beauty, Ever.

I move my arms away from my body, letting him take in the sight of me. I watch as he takes in a deep breath, then pulling me in and giving me a hard ravaging kiss. Writer moves his way down to my breasts, licking, sucking and gently biting on my nipples. My hands grip his hair, pulling him closer, willing him to give me more.

A throbbing ache starts to build between my shaky thighs. He lets my nipple go, then takes my hand, leading me over to his bed. Writer gently lays me down on it as he climbs on top of me, covering my body with his. He rolls his hips into me a few times, putting pressure against my clit. Writer's erection presses into my stomach as he devours my mouth. He retreats from my mouth as he slowly lowers himself down my body. A hot, burning trail of kisses leaves my skin on fire and trembling with need until he reaches my pussy. Then I am feeling need, want and desire unlike anything I have ever felt before.

He looks up at me, needing reassurance, so I give him a nod. No one has ever done this to me, but Writer is different. He isn’t just trying to use me, he’s trying to love me. The first touch of his tongue with his tongue ring on my clit has my body jerking. His hand comes down to lay flat on my stomach, to hold me still. I lose all shyness in this moment so I lift up on my elbows. I want to watch what he is doing to me, watch what no man has ever done to me before. It feels so good, I take one hand pulling his hair, trying to get him deeper as he repeatedly licks my pussy.

I start feeling the orgasm building, and as my toes curl, it moves throughout my body. When he brings his eyes to mine, while he flicks, sucks, licks and works me so hard with two fingers moving in and out over and over again, it sends me over the edge. My mouth drops open as my head falls back and my body shakes with my release. When I can't take it anymore, I grab his arms, trying to push him back.

He sits back on his heels, leans down, and grabs a condom out of his jeans. He rips it open with his teeth and starts to sheath himself. Once the condom is on, he looks at me.
You taste so fuckin' good, better than I imagined.

Curious I ask,
What did I taste like?

You taste like honey and sugar and every goddamn thing nice. You wanna taste yourself?
I shrug my shoulder as he places the two fingers he had inside of me on my bottom lip, running them across it. I stick out my tongue getting a small taste and he was right, it is sweet, but kind of salty too.

God, that was hot! he says, then adding, You got so fuckin' wet for me and watchin' you cum, that was unreal, unlike anything I have ever seen.
Writer is done with the conversation when he starts crawling over me. I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. I want him in me now!

I look up into his eyes as he is looking down at me. I bite my bottom lip and nod, I want this so much. He pushes in and slowly pulls out inch by inch until he finally gets all of him in. I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to keep him close. He grinds into me, rolling his hips and hitting my clit, as well as my g-spot. I can feel the piercing hitting me every time, he wasn't lying, he did his research because it feels better than anything I have ever felt before.