Read SINdicate: A BT Urruela FanFiction Novel: Cerberus MC Book 1.5 Online
Authors: Marie James
Tags: #Romance
She releases a slight moan, and the sensation reverberates through me, landing in an echo deep in my gut. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to control myself enough to go slow when I get inside of her, but coming down her throat is not in the cards tonight.
“Come here,” I say reaching down and motioning her to stand. “Fuck,” I mutter as she takes me to the back of her throat one last time before standing.
Mirroring her actions, I tug her sweats down and crouch on the floor. Freeing her feet of shoes and then removing the tangle of her pants, I throw her left leg over my shoulder and lean in close to the apex of her thighs. I run my nose at the juncture of her leg where it meets the rest of her body, relishing the feel of her hands tugging my hair.
She smells amazing. Womanly. Ready.
Her glistening flesh urges me forward and without preamble, I dive in. Her body jolts as if struck by an electrical current when I flatten my tongue and lick her repeatedly.
Her moaning and grinding have me going ape-shit. My body begs for release, just as hers is doing against my mouth. Ladies first, right?
I lap at her as I run both of my hands up her body, spreading her open. Revealing the most sensitive part of her body, I suck her clit into my mouth, softly at first then increasing suction. She’s trembling, begging me for more, and asking me to stop as her body tries to handle all the sensations at once.
I sink two, strong fingers inside of her and nearly come as her body receives the attention and begins convulsing and clenching at me. The pulse against my tongue has my own cock weeping. I’m unable to wait another second even though her orgasm is still in full effect.
I stand abruptly and pull her to her feet.
“Legs around my waist,” I insist as I lift her under my arms.
Like a homing beacon that knows exactly where it’s heading, my cock stands up straight and seeks her heat as I lower her down my shaft.
I growl as her nails bite into the back of my neck, her lips quivering with a soft whimper.
“You okay?” I ask as I lift her slightly then lower her back down.
She nods her head slightly and lowers her mouth to mine. I take her in a heated kiss unlike any other we’ve shared. Needing the leverage, I walk us to the wall and place her gently against it, even though I feel like nothing short of a feral animal at this point.
“Wasn’t planning on fucking you against a wall tonight,” I admit against her neck.
She circles her hips, grinding down harder. “I love it when you’re out of control.”
I nip at her neck in response. Gripping under both ass cheeks, I flex my hips back and slide back in. My rhythm picks up, her moans and whimpers matching the tempo of my thrusting hips. I’d love nothing more than to last all night with this incredible woman, but even sixty more seconds seems like a battle I’m going to lose.
“Rub your clit,” I beg. “I need you to come again.”
She moans loudly in my ear as I feel her hand pull from my neck and slide down between us. I shift her weight and pull my torso back so I can see our joining and her tiny hand toying with her clit.
We lock eyes just before she tugs my head, placing her forehead against mine. Our harsh pants of breath mix, and the tightening of her core gives me permission to let go. Never taking our eyes from one another, I groan as my body gives into hers and my climax meets a spectacular high. I pulse inside of her as she clamps down on me in long grasps.
I continue to slide her up and down me until our pulses begin to slow and our breaths even out.
I kiss her chin softly and carry her to the bathroom for a much-needed shower.
Aviana
Waking up in the arms of a naked BT could easily become one of my favorite things to do. I snuggle deeper into his embrace and run my fingers over the light smattering of hair on his abdomen. He tightens his arm around my waist, and I smile against his chest.
I’m overcome with emotion. The past few weeks have been hell on both of us. I’m feeling and thinking things I’ve never let my mind wander to in the past. I want a future, I want BT, and for the first time since my dad walked away from me and my mom, I want to share my life with a man.
He told me on the plane yesterday that he loved me and my heart nearly stopped. It’s not the first time I’ve heard the words from a man’s mouth, but it’s most definitely the first time they’ve been spoken, and I could feel the truth in them. I was so wrapped up in him I didn’t say the words back, and by the time I could finally admit to myself I felt the same way, the moment had already passed.
I refuse to let another second go by where he could be wondering where we stand. I don’t know exactly what happens when we get back to Tampa, but he’s promised me there’s an
us
, so I take the leap, jumping off a cliff I’ve never interacted with before in my life.
“I love you, too,” I say softly against the bare skin of his chest, hoping it was loud enough for him to hear.
His body freezes, but his heart begins to thunder loudly in his chest. I swallow roughly waiting for his reaction.
Slowly he pulls himself out from under me and eases me to my back.
“Avi,” he says reverently against my parted lips.
I close my eyes as his hand reaches up and runs down my cheek and jawline. He shifts his weight between my thighs and I open myself up to him, both physically and figuratively.
“Say it again,” he pleads as I feel him slide against my already wet center.
“I love you,” I say on a moan as he pushes slowly inside of me.
Without another word from our lips, we allow our bodies to speak all of the truths of our hearts.
***
BT’s mood has changed since we made love this morning, and his saddened demeanor has my nerves set on edge. I’m worried after giving my heart away he’s about to crush me.
He’s attentive in the shower, never taking his hands from my body, but he’s not smiled since we got in here. His face is always marked with a smile, and even though it’s only been a few minutes, I’m missing his dimples dearly.
“Baby, we need to talk,” he whispers looking down at me as the water cascades over our bodies. I can see regret in his eyes, and I close my eyes waiting for the pain.
I nod, knowing his words are going to slay me.
“I told you your dad was at your apartment when I went looking for you.” I look up at him, not expecting things to go this direction.
“He had so many drugs running through his system, half of the things he said made no sense. I got the info I needed and left. At that point, you were my only concern.” He lowers his head and sighs. “The guys from the club went to Tampa looking for more information than I was able to get in the short period of time I had searched for your whereabouts.”
I place a calming hand on his chest, hating his pain even though I know mine is still coming.
“When the guys got to your place, your dad was still there.”
I wait for him to tell me that he’s destroyed all of my belongings or moved a gaggle of homeless people into my apartment.
“Your dad,” he says and pauses shaking his head slightly. “They found your dad deceased on the couch.”
I gasp and take a step back. Tears I never thought would fall again for the man who deserted me years ago begin to fall down my already wet cheeks.
“What happened to him?” I know it was a shitty neighborhood, and every second I was there, I felt like I was in danger.
“He overdosed. Shadow told me they called the police and had the body recovered. I don’t know anything past that.”
My heart is hammering in my ears, and a wave of guilt washes over me when I feel relieved that his sadness has nothing to do with him leaving or not wanting me when we get back to Florida.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m sad about the news of my dad, but I always knew in the back of my mind that this is what would happen to him. Last time I saw him, he looked near death’s door. I begged and pleaded with him to get help, but he insisted he didn’t have a problem, even though the sores on his skin and track marks all over his arms told a different story.
We finish our shower and dress in silence. There are so many things we have to face once we get back home, the idea of it all is exhausting. I’d love to do nothing more than climb in the bed and have him hold me, but that’s not on the agenda today. Today we return to a city that has no meaning to me any longer. The only bright side is BT and the promises he’s made me.
“Let’s go get breakfast,” he says offering his hand to me.
I’m numb with regret and words unspoken for a man I never really knew. Knowing I’ll never be able to confront him for twenty plus years of wrong doing sits heavy in my stomach.
Walking into the kitchen for breakfast, I notice two things at once. One, the women seemed to have found most of their clothes overnight, a fact I’m grateful for. I was very uneasy last night knowing BT was in a room of half-naked women, even though he didn’t show one hint of interest in them. Two, Darby is sitting in Snatch’s lap like she’s known him all her life.
I smile at her as we make our way to the buffet of food on the counter. The room is full of members wearing leather vests and women chatting. The noise and interaction are refreshing since I’d been all but solitary for the last couple of weeks.
We load up our plates and head over to a nearly empty table across the room. A very young, clearly sullen girl looks up from the cup of coffee she’s staring in as if it holds all the answers in life. I give her a gentle smile because not long ago I had that same look on my face.
“Hi,” I say placing my plate on the table. “I’m Aviana,” I smile at BT as he settles in beside me.
“Khloe,” she says. I see her peer across the room before she gets up, leaving her still full coffee on the table.
I raise my eyes and look in the direction she’d just stared in finding a young biker, staring at her retreating back. He looks sadden by her departure but doesn’t make a move to follow her out of the room. Trouble in paradise it seems. He looks my direction, nodding his head in acknowledgment. I lower my eyes immediately, embarrassed to have been caught staring at him. I don’t know their story and probably never will, but the tension between the two could easily be cut with a knife.
I feel a presence beside me and lift my eyes to see Darby settling in Khloe’s vacant seat.
“We’re heading out in an hour or so,” BT says from my other side.
I look back to Darby. “You going to be ready to go?”
She looks over in the direction I know Snatch is sitting in. “Change of plans,” she says with a smile from ear to ear. “I think I’m going to stay here for a bit.”
I raise both my eyebrows at her, but she’s watching him across the room, paying me no mind. I look over and see Snatch sitting leaned back deep in his chair with a satisfied look on his face.
“Do you think that’s the best idea?” I ask her, having no idea what this MC is like. They seem like nice people, but without interacting with them, I honestly have no idea.
“She’s welcome to stay as long as she likes,” I hear from across the table. Kincaid, as he was introduced to me last night, has sat down with a beautiful blonde while I was distracted by Darby. The woman beside him is absolutely beautiful, and she doesn’t seem to have a problem with another woman joining the group.
“Emmalyn,” she says holding her hand out to me. I shake it with a smile. Not exactly the type of woman you’d expect to see in the middle of a motorcycle club, but I’m quickly learning my perceptions, mainly reinforced by too many episodes of SOA, are clearly wrong.
“You sure?” I ask Darby again.
“Absolutely,” she answers. Kissing me on the cheek, she stands from the table and returns to the waiting, tattooed arms of the scariest biker in this place.
***
The plane ride back to Tampa is spent in silence. I had a million questions last night, and those have only seemed to double after the news of my father’s death. As we draw closer to Florida, they’ve taken over completely.
I turn slightly in my seat and look at BT only to find him watching me. He smiles at me and holds the hand in my lap tighter. My abduction and rescue have taken over his life, and I’m grateful for him dropping his life back home and coming to find me. This is also the reason I’m unsure about how much my life is going to be tangled with his.
I drop my eyes to my hands, unable to formulate the questions I have into actual sentences.
He tilts my chin back up, forcing me to look into his eyes.
“Come home with me,” he whispers as if he can read my mind and all the doubts I have about returning to Florida.
“I may never want to leave again,” I counter.
“That’s my hope,” he says before his mouth crashes against mine, almost indecently considering we’re in the middle of a commercial plane.
Aviana
My incredible luck, since BT came into my life, thankfully, hasn’t run out.
Returning home and having to plan a small memorial for my father was tough, but manageable with BT by my side. I never returned to the acting studio, deciding I was no longer going to waste my life or time on things that had no future. With BT’s help, I was able to get into the University of Tampa, focusing on counseling. Sports medicine seemed like a good idea, but I realized that helping people heal from the inside out is going to be more rewarding for me than helping with sports injuries and such.