Undeniable (9 page)

“You make me insane,” I breathed.  God, he so did. 

"Babe," He rasped, "Yeah."

Scooping me up,
he carried me to his
black leather couch and stripped me naked, divested himself of his jeans and bent me over the arm of the couch.  He settled himself between my legs, lifted my hips and leaned down over me.  His chest pressed against my head, his stomach rubbed against my back and his growing erection
was pushing into me
.

We were blessedly bared to one another.  We were skin on skin. 

Your mother holds you skin on skin when you enter this world, feeds you with her own body; skin on skin.  Your father runs his fingers over your tear streaked cheek, presses his lips to your forehead; skin on skin.  You make love, skin on skin, with a man you love, a beautiful man.  And then, if you’re lucky, your own baby will enter this world and you’ll hold her, skin on skin.  Feed her with your own body, skin on skin.  It’s a magical thing.

Nothing compares.

"Gonna fuck you now baby."

"Yes please," I whispered.

He pushed inside of me and my breath caught.   He withdrew and pushed back in, this time harder, this time going further.  I whimpered.

"Babe,” He rasped.  “So goddamn tight.”

“Only you,” I breathed.  “No one else since you.”

He sucked in a breath.  “Christ, Eva.  What the fuck did I do to deserve you?”

"You're you," I whimpered.

He pulled out and again pushed in.  We both groaned. 

"God damn your fuckin' body, so fuckin' hot baby."

He pulled out again and again pushed in a little further.  I pushed back trying to take him deeper.

"So fuckin' sweet and wantin’ an asshole like me."

His hips swiveled, grinding into me, causing me to moan.  He did this four more times before pulling away and thrusting roughly.  It was all I needed.  My body blossomed for him, stretched and spread, allowing him to seat himself fully inside of me. 

"Not carin’ that I got shit to give you, you just wantin’ me for me and not the club and not the fuckin’ money, just straight up wantin’ me.”

He pulled out and slammed back inside of me.  I dug my fingernails deep into the leather and cried out.

“Fuck me,” He rasped, his hips pumping back and forth, in and out of me, excruciatingly slow. “You fuckin’ show up out of nowhere, lying, saying you were in the neighborhood and standin’ in my office wearing my old man’s tag, always wearing my old man’s tag and drop straight to your fuckin’ knees.”

He stilled and I squirmed until his fingertips bit painfully into the skin on my hips and held me still.  "You want it hard baby?” He whispered.  “Or you want it slow?” 

"Hard,” I breathed.

"Yeah," He said gruffly.  "You want me to own you don't you baby?  You been waitin' for me to own you for a long time now, haven't you?"

Oh my god, my heart was going to explode; I wanted this man so bad.  I wanted him to own me. All of me.  Every. Single. Inch. 

I shuddered with need, "Yes, Deuce." 

"Sweet fuckin' girl," He rasped and thrusted hard and deep.

"Sweet and beautiful."  He thrust again, harder.

"Please," I moaned.  “More.”

He gripped my hips.  "Anything you want darlin'.  Anything you fuc
kin’ want."

“You,” I whispered.  “All I want is you.”

“Fuck,” He muttered.  “Fuck.”

Then he gave me everything I wanted and he gave it to me hard.

☼☼☼

Cradled in Deuce’s arms, I stared up at him with unfocused eyes, my sated body limp and heavy.  He ran hi
s hand down the side of my face, down my neck, across my collarbone and over my breasts.

I arched my back pushing more of me into his hand. 

"Fuck me," He muttered, thumbing my nipples, making them hard.  His other hand slid down my stomach and in between my hipbones where his fingers traced my indented abdomen.

"Know I don't deserve nothin' as sweet as you," He whispered darkly as his hand dipped in between my legs.  "Anything a man's gotta steal to have he don't deserve."

“You didn't steal this,” I breathed, writhing against his hand.  "I gave it."

His blue eyes glittered with amusement.  “Naïve, darlin'," He murmured.  "I stole you a long time ago.  Round the time you fuckin' stole me."

You fuckin' stole me.
 

He'd just said that.  He’d really, really, said that.

"I love you," I breathed into his mouth, overcome by sheer sensation and the larger than life force that was Deuce.

He went rigid and the pleasure induced fog I'd been floating around inside of instantly cleared.  Oh no.  Ohnononono.  I did not just say that.  There was no way he was going to understand what he meant to me.  I barely understood it; I just accepted that it just was.

"Wait…that's not what I meant," I stammered.   "I didn't… I don't…"

Deuce wasn't listening to me; he was moving me off of him, laying me down on my back, settling his hips between my thighs and pushing back inside of me.

"Say it again, Eva," He growled.

I bit my lip. 

"Babe.  Say it again."

I didn't.  Mostly because he was inside of me again, so full, so big and he was fucking me deliciously slow.  I went soft beneath him, staring up into his eyes.  Eyes that I could never look away from.  Eyes that pulled me inside of him where it was warm and safe.  Eyes that I loved.  And that's when I realized he wasn't fucking me.  He was making love to me.

“Say it,” He demanded, his expression fierce.  Dominant.  Possessive.

"I…didn't mean-

He pulled his hips back and slammed inside of me.  "You love me.  Say it."

"No, I meant-

"You love me."

I gave up.  “Yes,” I cried.  “I love you!  I've loved you forever!”

His eyes closed and his head dropped to my chest.  “Fuck,” He whispered.

"Deuce," I whispered. 

He looked up at me.  "Yeah baby," He asked hoarsely. His eyes were hooded, his mouth slightly parted, his breath coming in short hard pants.  Beads of sweat dotted his brow.  He wasn't Deuce, bad ass biker and I wasn't Eva, his rival’s bad ass biker's daughter.  He was a dangerously beautiful man and I was a woman he wanted and it was so fucking beautiful.  I wanted to freeze time and stay in this moment with him forever, touching, fucking and loving.

"Come on me," I said, driven only by need.  "I want you to come all over me."

His body went stiff, his nostrils flared. He barely had enough time to pull out
of me before his body let go.

“God baby…fuck…fucking god.”

Watching Deuce orgasm was absolutely beautiful, Aurora Borealis kind of beautiful.  His face drew in tightly then loosened as his release began.  For a moment he looked younger than he was, young and vulnerable like I remembered him looking the day I’d met him.  His eyes were glazed over, his lids at half mast.  A small noisy breath passed through his lips and swept warmly over my breasts. Wet warmth shot up over my stomach and chest and suddenly Deuce's fingers were inside of me, pumping.  My sex clenched and clenched again, th
rowing me into orgasm.

Taking his fingers away, he slid his hand over my body rubbing his liquid heat into the skin on my stomach and breasts, down between my thighs, and up into my sex, staring into my eyes the entire time.

He was marking me. 

Claiming me. 

Owning me.  

"Say it again," He demanded. 

"I love you, Deuce," I whispered.

My eyelids fluttered open and I blinked sleepily.  The thick, steel band around my stomach tightened.

I lifted my arm behind me and encircled Deuce's neck, pulling his head down until I could see his eyes.  "Morning," I breathed.

His hand left my belly and moved lower, cupping me.  I lifted my leg and hooked my foot behind his knee.  He made a hungry noise in the back of his throat that I felt all the way to my toes.

"You sore?"  He asked roughly.

"Uh huh,” I whispered. “In a really, really good way."

He chuckled.  "You want it?"

"Please," I breathed.

"You want it hard?"

"Please," I breathed.

“Bitch is gonna kill me,” He laughed.  “Keep wantin’ it raw.”

Oh god, he was teasing me.  Here we were lying in his bed and he was teasing me.  It was so…domestic.  I loved it.

He groaned as he entered me and I whimpered as I stretched for him, molded around him, drenching him and then finally, eagerly accepting him.  All of him. 

I came and I came hard.

Shaking his head, he let out an amused grunt.  "Fuck.  Never seen a woman catch fire the way you do, darlin'.  The way you squeeze my cock and that body of yours shakin' so hard while you scream in my ear and pull my fuckin’ hair and claw up my fuckin' back.  When I let you outta my bed darlin' I’m gonna be spendin' the rest of my life thinkin’ 'bout that pussy and not findin' anything that comes close and, babe, my balls are gonna fuckin’ explode.”

We switched positions and he started moving again, this time with vigor; hard and fast, skin slapping skin.  Then slow and sweet, our sweat slicked bodies sliding against one another. 

There was nothing else quite like it.  And there was no one else quite like Deuce.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out, cursing and clawing through my second orgasm.  "Holy fucking shit!"

He grinned down at me, all beautiful blue eyes and laugh lines and dimples. 

"There it is," He rumbled appreciatively.
  "There’s my fuckin' girl."

His girl.

How long had I been waiting to hear him say that?

☼☼☼

After fucking Eva all morning, she had fallen asleep again.  It was late afternoon now and Deuce and a few of his boys were drinking brews and grilling steaks out
back of the clubhouse.

"Where's the hottie?"  Tap asked around the neck of his beer bottle. 

"Which one?" Jase asked.  "The blonde or the brunette?  They're both badass."

ZZ laughed.  "The blonde's been in a Ripper Cox sandwich since she got here." 

Hawk made a face.  "Shit's not fair.  If it'd been me that walked out there first, bitch would be in my bed."

Deuce shrugged.  "Kami's a fuckin' whore.  Doubt she'll be opposed to you joinin' the party."

"Naw," Chips said.  "I already tried.  They don't wanna share.  Not that I blame
‘em
.  Not many holes left available when they're both hittin' that shit at the same time.  So how's 'bout yours
Prez
?  You wanna pass her on yet?"

ZZ spit out his beer.

"Asshat," Jase muttered.  "That's not a whore.  That's Eva Fox, Preacher's fuckin' daughter.  The bitch our
Prez
can't seem to think straight around.  The bitch who got him shot."

Chips eyes went wide. 

"I got myself shot," He muttered.  "Wasn't her fuckin' fault.  She was sixteen, I had my hand down her fuckin' pants and my tongue down her throat.  He's her old man, do you really fuckin' blame him?"

"You die," Marsh said, his expression hard.  "Then yeah, I would fuckin' blame him."

"Sixteen, huh?"  Danny D. grinned.  "Nice."

Tap frowned at Danny.  "You're fuckin' sick dude.  I gotta a fifteen year old daughter.  Some fuckin' old asshole like Prez get's anywhere near her pants I’m gonna put him to ground.  I'm puttin' a one year age difference on her datin' life."  Tap turned to him.  "Not a fuckin' eighteen year difference."

"It's not like that," He muttered, feeling strangely embarrassed.  "Got nothin' to do with her age.  Never has.  Been likin' her since she was just a kid and now her bein' a woman, my cock likes her too.  But it's never been 'bout her age.  Straight up, it's always been just 'bout her."

His boys were staring at him as if he had grown a second head.

"Damn, Prez," Jase muttered.  "Just…damn."

Aside from Cox and Rip
per and Mick - who'd hadn’t returned
-  I met Blue, ZZ, Chip, Bucket, Worm, Freebird, Hawk, Bucket, Marsh, Danny D. and Danny L., Tramp, Dimebag, Tap, Dirty and Jase.  And those were just the names I remembered.

Out of everyone I met, I liked Cox, ZZ and Freebird the most.  ZZ was an eighteen year old novitiate who, like me, had been born into the life.  He also reminded me of Frankie with his chocolate brown eyes and shoulder length brown hair he kept in a ponytail mid skull.  He was tall and lean with an overall innocence that I knew would soon be wiped right out of him.

Figuring out how Freebird got his name wasn't hard.  Long gray and black hair hung greasy and stringy halfway down his back.  He was balding on top but he hid it well using Brett Michael's bandana balding solution.  His gray beard was braided in one long braid that reached his chest and he still wore bell bottom jeans that had been patched over so many times I wasn't sure if any of the original denim remained.  His arms were covered in tattoos; peace signs, ying and yang, and words like freedom, peace and the open road.  Kinda hypocritical for a biker belonging to the Hell's Horsemen MC but whatever, he told dirty jokes and made me laugh.