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Authors: Rayne O'Gara

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BOOK: Two Sides of Noelle: MC Romance (Demon Rebels MC Book 2)
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He pulls his mouth away from mine to skim down my chin and across my neck to stop at my ear. “Fight me.”

What? I don’t want to fight him. I want to fuck him. Oh I badly want to feel him inside me again.

“The harder you fight me, the harder I’ll fuck you. Make me work for that pussy,” his voice is pitched so low it starts a rushing fire through my veins. I unwrap my limbs from around his body and start to push at him. His solid frame doesn’t move from my efforts.

“That’s all you got, Sweets? Fucking fight me, bitch,” Wood growls and grips my hair at the scalp with both hands, tugging at my hair until my neck is arched and his teeth bite down onto my neck. I now have a set of marks on both sides of my neck, and I love it. Getting into Wood’s game, I really start fighting him. Slapping, biting, kicking.

His hands at my waist jerk and I’m flipped over, my hands bracing on the brick wall. He rubs his covered cock against my arched ass and groans.

“You feel how hard you fuckin’ make me? How badly I wanna fuck that tight little pussy of yours?” His nimble fingers make quick work of my jeans and panties, pulling them down to lock my thighs in place before testing my readiness. “Fuck, such a dirty bitch. You fuckin’ love this shit as much as I do.”

“Please, Wood, please.”

“I fucking love hearing you beg for my cock. Tell me what you want, Sweets.”

“Please, I n-need your c-cock inside of m-me.” I am so lost in the throbbing of my core I don’t care where we are, what I am saying, nothing matters but getting him inside of me.

“Aww, come on now, don’t be shy about what you want, baby. Try again. What do you want?” He taunts from behind me and lightly rubs the tip of his condom covered dick across my wet folds, only stopping to slap the top side of his dick against my swollen clit, making me moan.

“Please, Wood. I need your cock so badly. I’m so wet for you, baby. Please give it to me. Please.”

“Fuck,” he groans. I must have given him what he wanted because from one second to the next I am empty then stretched so full with his long length. “Squeeze that cunt around me, dirty bitch,” he orders and I give him everything.

His thrusts escalate into a driving rhythm that has me almost screaming out his name. I can already feel my climax growing closer and closer.

“Wood, oh God yes, Wood.”

“Dillon. You scream out a name it better fuckin be my name.” His breathing becomes harsher and harsher as his tempo incredibly gains speed. I can’t hold on any longer. Letting go into the sparkling waves of my orgasm I scream out.

“Dillon!”

“That’s right. Fucking come. Fuck, Noelle.” He groans out his own orgasm, filling the tip of the condom and leaving me wishing the barrier wasn’t there.

Wood pulls away and I wince at the soreness left behind. It’s such a good hurt. My legs tremble as I pull up my pants and he tosses the condom in the dumpster conveniently located next to us. What is it about this man that has me forgetting everything but him in the moment?

Wood starts laughing and I look over to him fixing his thick belt and smile. “What’s so funny?” I ask.

“You.” My smile drops from my face at his answer. What did I do?

“Me?”

“Yeah. I don’t know why I was worried, if anyone tried to grab you, you’d fuck them silly and they would be the ones walking away with bruises and bite marks. Fuck, you’re wild.”

“What?”

“Thanks for the fuck, Sweet Thang.” Straddling his bike, he fires it up, cutting off any words that I would have said and, without looking back at me, turns onto the road and is gone.

Now standing alone, the joy of my orgasm gone, I wrap my arms around myself and shiver. He made me feel so used. A hole to fuck then leave. I think I hate him.

But he didn’t treat me any different than the way I did to him before. Did I make him feel this bad with my words? Did he just have sex with me to get revenge or because he wanted me?

Pulling myself together, I walk out of the alley and call Stacy. With no answer, I shoot her a text and wait next to the bouncer for her to make her appearance. I need to get home and take a bath. A long, hot, relaxing bubble bath.

Chapter Nine

 

Noelle

 

“Woman,” Caveman’s growl pulls me from my thoughts. It’s been a week since I’ve seen either Wood or Caveman. My mind keeps swirling with confusion, anger, and depression. After I arrived home from work, Caveman was waiting for me with food, Chinese this time. We ate and put in another movie, but I just can’t focus on that at the moment. On top of feeling like I cheated on Caveman, I also am worried about Jaycee. On lunch break, Stacy and I paid Jay a visit at the library. It wasn’t a good sight. She looked sick. Dark bags under her eyes because she wasn’t sleeping. And after everything she finally explained what was happening to her, I am so freaked out for her. I really hope she takes our advice and talks to Steel and Onyx. Especially if she really is pregnant.

Holy crap. I didn’t think I would be thinking Jay is pregnant at this time in our lives. What will she do if there really is a baby? What if the father doesn’t want anything to do with it or her? What if they won’t help her and this sick whacko gets ahold of her?

“Noelle.”

Shit, Caveman’s talking to me. Trying to focus, I look over at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s right?” I counter. He rolls his eyes and pulls me onto his lap, resting my feet onto the couch, then waits. His eyes stare into mine patiently. The large ball of guilt rises up and threatens to strangle me.

“Are we exclusive?” I ask, hoping for a no, but also wishing to hear a yes. I promised whatever this was between us would be explored and I’m scared that I’m messing it up as well as giving more emotion than I should.

“You want my dick leashed?” he asks with a raised brow.

“Yes, I mean no. Do you want to be leashed?”

He sighs and shakes his head. “Spit it out, woman.”

“I slept with Wood and I don’t know if that makes me a cheater or not. I feel horrible and like I betrayed you and at the same time I couldn’t tell you I would be able to say no if it happened again. I’m such an awful person,” I rapidly tell him and break down, tears streaking down my face. I know this wasn’t on his nightly agenda, and that makes me feel worse. Too much emotion. I warned him, I warned myself, when he wanted to start this.

“Noelle.”

“I’m sorry, I’m blubbering all over you.” I try to move off of his lap, but his arms wrap around me and stop my feeble attempt to move. Once I become still, his hands move to my face and gently wipe away the wetness from my face. At his tenderness another piece of my heart is lost to this man.

“Wood is the only man I would share you with. He comes to you again don’t turn him away.”

“So it’s okay to sleep with him? I don’t understand, Cave.”

“I have an end game, baby. For things to be the way they were meant to be. So yeah, it’s me, you, and him.” He bends down and kisses me deeply before pulling away, his eyes intense. “But if any other man lays a fucking finger on you, I will kill him.”

Holy hell, possessive much? The weird thing of it is that I kind of like it. Makes me feel very wanted and desired. Never have I felt that to such an intensity. A strange wave of my own possessiveness for this man crashes inside of me. The thought of my Caveman in another woman’s arms has my vision edged in red. Our relationship is way to new for me to be feeling like this, right?

“That goes both ways, right? No other women touching you.”

“Babe.”

“I’m serious, Cave. You just put a very heavy claim down, I want the same reassurance.”

“I’m here, yeah?” He points his finger at my floor and waits for my nod. “There’s your reassurance. You done?”

That is my reassurance? I mull his words over for a bit and decide that yes, in fact, it is supposed to be my reassurance and all he is going to give me. He is in fact here, with me, instead of out grinding on other women. Holy moly, we really have hit that exclusive stage of the relationship. And we have only been on like two dates! Moving so fast, my head feels as if it is spinning.

“Babe.”

I jerk my head up at his growly tone. “Yeah?”

“You done?”

“Done?” Am I done with what?

“Dinner.”

I look down into my carton of dumplings and nod my head. I really haven’t eaten much, but my appetite is gone. “I’ll put it in the fridge and save it for later,” I mumble and start to stand when the carton is taken from my hands. Looking up at a now standing Caveman, he nods his head over to my bedroom door.

“I got this. Go get ready.” We were planning on going somewhere?

“Get ready for what?”

“There’s a meet up with the president of our mother chapter at the clubhouse tonight. Probably be boring as fuck for you while I’m back there, but the after party won’t be shitty. Want you there.”

Okay, there is a lot he just said to me that doesn’t make a lick of sense, but what I did catch makes my heart leap in joy that my heart responds to by tightening oddly. He has business, but wants me there for when he’s done to continue hanging out with me. And that was just plain sweet. Seriously, the man who could have you shaking in your shoes just with a look is sweet and gooey under that gruff. Caring. Understanding.

Yup, I’m in trouble.

Mercy me.

“Noelle.”

Shit, he probably is thinking I’m one spacy woman with all the air time I have been catching tonight. Pulling out of my head, I focus on my lover.

“How does one dress for her lover’s club party?”

He looks down at his feet then back to me with raised eyebrows. “Right, you’re not the one I should ask.” I bite my lower lip and mentally contemplate the clothes in my closet. “I’ll just wing it.” I start to turn but am stopped, again, by Cave. His pulls me into his body with an arm around my waist and kisses me hard, but pulls away just as I start to melt into his embrace. Damn it. I open my mouth to get more kisses, when his hand coming down onto my ass cuts my words into a short shriek of surprise. That stung. My eyelids narrow at him, but he just chuckles and points at my bedroom. “Go. Get ready.”

“Okay, okay,” I say, still glaring, but by the time I enter my room I am on a mission. What the fuck am I going to wear!?

I decide to stick with basics, with only hints of flare. Something tells me tonight isn’t a little black dress night. Faded wash jeans, tight. A hot pink spaghetti strap shirt covered in a black tee. My favorite black t-shirt. The sleeves are ripped into knotted fringe, the collar cut in a plunging ‘V’ both in front and back with the edges rhinestone. My favorite part is the three slashes on the torso, lets hints of hot pink flash through. Rhinestones sprinkle the entire shirt. Love this shirt. Makes me feel a little badass topped with sparkles. Blown out hair, smoky but dark make-up, black feather dangling earrings, and five inch hot pink fuck me heels completes my ensemble. Except when checking in the mirror something is missing. Got it. With quick work my blood red lipstick is applied and looks damn good. You would figure the red would clash with the brightness of the pink, but it looks fantastic.

While dressing a thought strikes me. It’s a party and I have nothing to bring. You can’t go to a party and not bring something. Maybe Cave will stop on the way and I can grab something. How many people will be there?

“Fuck.”

I snap my head up from checking my purse for enough money to see Cave staring at me with hot melty intense eyes. Oh, he likes what he sees, which makes me extremely happy. I want to look good for him, especially around his friends.

“I want that lipstick smeared on my cock later tonight.”

Oh my, he did not just say that. I lick my lips in pure shock and he growls at the movement of my pink tongue. He. Fucking. Growls.

I want him. Now. The attraction is so fierce between us. His cock strains at his jeans when I give him a lookover. Why wait till later? Taking two steps forward I drop to my knees.

“Noelle.”

“What, baby?” I ask, not stopping undoing his pants to free his erection. When his cock bobs free inches from my nose, I look up at him and wait. Shaking his head, Cave tangles his hand in my poofed hair. “Go on, mark me up good, baby.”

Mark him up?

Oh, yes.

Yes, I will. I am going to mark him so fucking good. Mine.

My body is on fire, but I don’t even care about my own climax. It’s all about Caveman. What I can give him. What I can make him give me. How much of my lipstick I can leave.

Everywhere, it turns out.

With his shout of completion still ringing in my ears and the salty but sweet taste of him lingering on my tongue, I appraise my work. Red lipstick is smeared everywhere with some pretty good lip prints remaining, but there was one thing more needed.

“Don’t move,” I tell him before digging through my purse, pulling out my lipstick and reapplying generously. Winking up at him, I grab ahold of his hips and lean forward to leave a perfect kissing lips mark on the shaved skin just above and to the right of his resting dick. I smile after pulling away. “There, perfect.” I nod in satisfaction before standing and letting him reorganize himself while I fix any damage to my mouth. Once we are both ready, we head out to his bike. His long leg swings over to straddle the machine and I remember about the food.

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