Silver and Chrome: A Bad Boy MC Romance (20 page)

“For
help.”

This
time I do tear my eyes away.

“I
want to hear you ask for help,” she continues. “I want to know that you need
me.”

First
an apology, and now this? I pull harder against her hips, grinding my cock
against the cleft between her legs. I watch as she gasps, but then she pushes
back with a hand on my chest, unwilling to be distracted. “I’m serious,
Sebastian. You hurt me the other day. Not just that you didn’t trust me, but
you made me feel unimportant.”

“You
are important.” More important than she should be to me. It took almost fucking
things up completely to realize that. In her eyes, though, I can tell that she
needs to hear me admit it. And I owe it to her, even if it’s difficult for me
and my fucking ego. “You’re very important to me, Evelyn. I made a mistake the
other day, and I went against my own judgment. I knew I could trust you, but I
let old habits take over and I pushed you away, and I’m sorry. I want a chance
to make it up to you. I won’t do it again. I’ve gone through too much of my
life alone. I never trusted anyone enough to let them in as much as I’ve
already let you in, and now that you’re in I don’t ever want you out. I can’t
do this all alone anymore. I need help Evelyn. I need you.”

The
hand that was pressing against my chest begins to slip up until it’s resting on
my face. Her eyes are shining now, but I don’t have time to stare into them
before they close and she leans forward to press her lips against mine.

CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE

EVELYN

I’m not sure how it is
that half an hour ago I was cursing this man, and now here I am with my legs
spread and his head in between them, lapping at me as if he’d been lost in the
desert for the last decade and my pussy is a magical oasis. And yet, with each
draw of his warm tongue along my sensitive folds, every argument and bad
feeling I had about him melts away even further. It’s getting harder and harder
to even remember what is I was mad about in the first place. But at least he’s
keeping to his promise of making it up to me. What he’s doing now is a great
start.

“Sebastian…”
It feels like his name is being drawn out of me, pulled by the lips that are
tugging at my clit, and the tongue that is delving deep down inside of me. The
intensity of the situation and everything that he’s doing to me is building to
such a height that when it stops suddenly, I almost feel dizzy and disoriented.

“Do
you forgive me yet?” His voice is husky, muffled by being down between my legs
and close enough that his mouth brushes against my lips as he speaks. If there
wasn’t so much of my own heat coming from between my legs, I’m sure I would
have felt the hotness of his breath against me.

“Not
yet,” I say, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pressing him back against me. He
hasn’t finished what he started, and he’s not getting forgiven until he does. Even
if I can’t focus enough to remember exactly why I was so mad at him in the
first place.

I
draw a deep and shuddering breath when his tongue touches me again, this time
aided by a couple of fingers he’s managed to slip inside as well. I can feel my
pussy squeeze down on them, gripping them tightly as if they were his cock.

Sebastian’s
cock. Right. His punishment isn’t over until I get that, too. His tongue isn’t
enough. I’m sure whatever he did was bad enough that I can tack on that extra
task. I doubt he’ll mind.

I
haven’t loosened my grip on his hair as my hand guides his head in quick
circles along my swollen nub. The tension in my body is rising as I cast my own
head around, trying to focus on something other than Sebastian’s skilled tongue
in an effort to fight back my orgasm just a little bit longer.
He still
needs to be punished.

Clothes
are strewn around my living room as if a tornado had gone through, and the
coffee table is still on its side from when he knocked it out of the way so
that he could throw me down on my couch. Like last time, my pizza is untouched
and sitting on the dining room table.
We’ll need that after.

My
gaze returns to the man between my legs, and I almost lose my grip on the
orgasm that I’m keeping at bay when I see the muscles of his back twist and
turn as my hand continues to guide his head and neck. He has such sharp curves
and defined muscles, only some of which are obscured by tattoos and more than
one scar.

Sebastian’s
fingers curl around and up, stimulating me in a way that I can no longer
pretend to ignore. I stop guiding his head, but I don’t let go. Instead, I
press his face against me even harder and he takes the hint, pressing more firmly
with his tongue and faster with his fingers as I let loose a screaming groan
that is so loud I may need to apologize to my neighbors tomorrow.

Before
the waves of pleasure have stopped, I’m yanking him by the hair. “I need you to
fuck me now, Sebastian.” His body follows the handful of hair that I’m tugging
on, but not fast enough. “Now!”

His
body hasn’t even finished running along my sweat-soaked skin before I feel the
head of his cock press against me with almost pinpoint accuracy. I can tell
that he’s already hard, and a moment later, he’s completely inside of me. Fresh
explosions of pleasure ripple across my insides. There is a moment where my
rational side tries to argue that he isn’t even wearing a condom, but then my
lustful and primal side takes over and that thought makes me even more heady
with desire for him to continue. A man as careful and calculating as Sebastian
doesn’t take chances. I have no doubt he’s clean, and I’m on the pill. Right
now, all I want is to feel his hot flesh pumping inside of me, and as usual, he
doesn’t disappoint me.

I
let my hands leave his head and roam across the muscles of his upper body,
feeling them stretch and slide beneath my fingers as he thrusts.  The quivering
of my own body hasn’t stopped, and it feels like each time his cock slides
along the slickened walls of my pussy, it extends my orgasm into one long,
unending pleasure tremor.

“I’m
not wearing anything,” he pants, face buried against my head and breath
starting to come in shortened gasps. He’s close.

“I
know, it’s okay. I want to feel you come.” He must like the sound of that,
because his hips speed up and he slips one arm under my leg, slinging it up so
that he can penetrate me even deeper. I let out a little noise in surprise at
that move, but it feels incredible and I wrap my arms tightly around him to let
him know not to stop.

Sebastian’s
hips are a blur as he presses me down into the soft cushions of my couch with
each thrust. Just when I start to worry that I can’t take the sensations any
longer, his body stiffens. I feel my pussy clamp down against his cock, which
is throbbing now, spraying my insides with a warm coat of his own hot essence. I
tighten my grip even more, holding onto the muscles in his back until I feel
him finally relax and collapse onto me.

Even
once he’s done that, I don’t let go. I don’t want him to slip out, or to roll
off. I want to feel his heaviness on top of me, surrounding me as I fall asleep
with what I’m sure is the biggest smile my face has worn in a long time.

I can’t help but feel
conspicuous, walking into Axle’s with Sebastian in his Bash leather a couple of
hours later. I’m sure it’s my imagination, but I feel like I’m walking
bow-legged and every club member in the bar is watching me, each of them
somehow aware of the fucking their president just gave me. I can still feel a tingle
between my legs from the stimulation of his cock, and it makes me wish we had
stayed in tonight. But Bash is convinced that he’s already waited long enough
to deal with this problem and he wants to hit it head-on before Ripper makes a
move to expose him.

“Something’s
up,” Bash mutters beside me. It’s not my imagination, after all. As we approach
the back of the bar where the MC likes to hang out, it’s clear that everyone
is
watching us. All of a sudden, I wish it was for the reason I had originally
imagined instead of what it more likely is. Ripper is there, and the grin on
his face as he sees Bash approach is not a pleasant one.

“What’s
up, boys,” Bash says as he approaches his crew. His voice doesn’t betray any of
the range of emotions I know he’s feeling right now. But his eyes are fixed on
Ripper specifically, like a lion eyeing a hungry hyena that he expects to
attack at any time.

“Right
on time,” Ripper says, his voice loud over the sound of the jukebox in the
corner playing the Stones. There aren’t a lot of non-club customers in the bar
on this Wednesday night, but what few there are have seated themselves as far
from the bikers as possible and are making a concentrated effort to not pay any
attention to the congregation around the pool table. “I was just telling
everyone here about how you had an announcement to make.”

Next
to Ripper, leaning against the polished wood of the table, was Snake. He was
watching Bash as well, but his expression was hard to read without knowing him.
Bash mentioned that he wasn’t sure if Snake was part of all of this, but he
doesn’t seem to be doing anything to stop it, either.

I
can see the muscles in the side of Bash’s face tighten as he grinds his teeth. A
quick glance down at his hands confirms he’s ready to punch the shit out of
Ripper. Instead, he pauses for a moment and then says, “Right, sure. I wanted
to have a chat with you first, though. In my office.”

The
smile on Ripper’s face drops, replaced with one of concern. His eyes flit down
to Bash’s hands and he sees the same clenched fists I saw. Likely draws the
same conclusion as well, because he looks quickly over to Snake.

“Snake
comes, too,” he says quickly.

Some
of the other MC members exchange looks, but then everyone seems to return to
their own conversations or beers as Snake and Ripper head to the back door that
leads to the MC offices.

“Did
you want me to stay here?” I ask.

“No,
you can come. There are no more secrets between us.”

Given
the circumstances, I keep myself from smiling at his response, and just nod
instead as I follow the leather-clad men to Bash’s office. As soon as he shuts
the door, he let’s go of his emotional restraints.

“What
the fuck is this bullshit? What announcement are you talking about?”

Ripper
has regained some of his earlier confidence now that he has Snake next to him,
and likely at seeing me there as well. Not that I would stop Bash from giving
him the pounding he deserves. He smiles again, just as unsettlingly as before.

“Why,
the announcement that you’re stepping down from the club. That you’re leaving
to pursue other interests, or whatever. I don’t care how the fuck you want to
explain it, but I think I was pretty fucking clear on Monday that your time
here is done. Unless you want all of those pictures to get passed around the
pool table out there?”

“Just
what is it that you think you have pictures of? Me in a suit? Is that a club
crime, all of a sudden?”

Ripper
laughs. “You know that isn’t all it is. I know you have another job. Some
corporate bullshit. You’re a fucking sell-out.”

I
look over at Bash, but his face has become calm again. I know that’s him
reigning in his emotions so as to not give anything away, but I can’t imagine
he isn’t worried. I don’t have the same control as he does, so I keep looking
at him just in case Ripper can read something in my own face.

“What
company? What proof do you have of that?”

“I
don’t need proof. I know what I know. Snake here knows all about it, too.”

“You’re
gonna need proof if you want to bring this to the club.” Bash’s eyes shift to
Snake now. “So you’re in on this, too? You two are working together now? Was
your fight the other night all just an act?”

Snake
looks over at Ripper, who is nodding at the vice president. He slowly turns
back to face Bash. “Ripper showed me the pics and… told me about the company
stuff, as well.”

“Where’s
the proof? Show me.”

“We
can get it, but what’s the point?” Ripper snarls. “Do you really want to go
through all of that? Drag yourself through the mud in front of the club? Why
don’t we just get this over with now, quietly? Then you can tell the club
whatever the fuck you want.”

Before
Bash can answer, Snake cuts in. “No. He’s had his chance. Let’s get the proof. A
few more days won’t hurt.”

Ripper
looks at the VP and cocks his head, as if considering that. Finally he nods
with a shrug. “You know what, you’re right, Snake. Bash here has had forty-eight
hours. That was already overly generous on my part. If he wants to make this
dirty, we can make it dirty. Your time is up. We’ll get the proof and take it
directly to the club. You’re finished here. No more trying to turn this club
into a bunch of fucking pussies with real jobs. Just ‘cause you’re a fucking
sell-out doesn’t mean you can drag the rest of us down with you.”