Vexed (2 page)

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thena has starred
in a whole lot of my fantasies lately. Now she’s here in the flesh, and I can’t stop staring at her flawless skin and perfect body, dying for a taste. I bet her skin’s soft and silky all over. Those little hands of hers will feel a whole lot better wrapped around my cock than mine do. That’s for sure.

Her gaze swings from curious to scared to turned-on while she looks around the room. She’s so pretty and so completely out of place in my clubhouse of sin. Too bright and clean to be somewhere so dark and dirty. I want to run my hands over every inch of her. Discover if she’s as smooth as she looks. I want to paint streaks of grease from my hands all over her pristine skin, marking her as mine. It’s a primitive reaction I can’t explain.

Another guy might be embarrassed by the way his brothers are behaving out in the open where anyone can see. But it’s a special night. This is the way we celebrate the patching in of two brothers. Two of her classmates, actually.

The Iron Bulls MC is my home and she should see what that means upfront. I ain’t into sugar-coated bullshit or lies to impress anyone. Not even some chick I’ve been dying to bury my dick in for weeks.

Besides she must have some sort of wild in her. A little bit of bad girl dying to come out and play? Otherwise she would’ve run screaming from the room by now.

Melody drops off a beer for me without asking. She flicks a nasty face Athena’s way and it’s obvious she’s about to throw some attitude next. One stern look from me and her yap snaps shut. I ask Athena what she wants to drink and ask Melody to fetch it.

Athena didn’t miss the silent exchange. Her lip quivers. “Am I in the way? Is she your—”

“No.” Shit, I can’t see any other female in this room
but
Athena. “There’s no one else.”

One of her eyebrows shoots up. “Am I supposed to believe that?”

What does she want me to say? There are a lot of someone elses? Or I could be completely honest and say now that you’re here, they’re history?

Sure, because that’s what every eighteen-year-old girl with a wild streak wants to hear.

Instead, I make a show of looking left and right. “Nope. No one here but me and you.”

She seems to appreciate that and loosens up. Good. She may have come because of her friend, but I want to be the reason she stays.

“I think you know more about me than I know about you. What do you do, Romeo?”

“I own the garage and run this club.”

“That’s it?”

I’m not used to such genuine interest, so it takes a second to explain my specialty is working on classic cars.

“That’s so cool. I always wanted a sparkly red seventy-six Corvette with Strawberry Shortcake painted on the back.” Her eyes practically glow as she describes a car that’s both absurd and sweet.

“Strawberry Shortcake, huh?”

Pink colors her cheeks and I can’t help thinking about other parts of her that might turn pink.

“Tell me something else about you, Romeo.”

“There’s not much to tell, Shortcake. I’m easy to figure out.”

“I doubt that—”

The need to taste something so sweet overwhelms me. I dip my head and take a kiss. My lips press against hers and I devour her mouth. She’s soft and warm. At first she’s tentative, then her hands slide up over my shoulders, into my hair. While I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that this is finally happening, she moans into my mouth.

It’s not like I’ve never kissed a woman. I enjoy it as much as I can, using it as a means of getting where I actually want to go. But Athena? I could kiss her all night and not get tired of it.

I’m caught up in the fact that this is better than any fantasy. She’s responsive and addicting. Her little whimpers and efforts to draw me closer finally snap me out of our kiss.

I can’t take this girl on the couch, out in the open in front of everyone. I don’t know why, but she’s special, and I want to be alone with her.

I tip my head down until our foreheads are touching and brush her cheek with my thumb. “There, now you know everything about me.”

“What?” she whispers.

“I’m a man of action and take what I want how I want it. Still want to stick around?” There’s no way to hide the fact that there’s a lot less room in the front of my jeans. I have to push back the urge to grab her hand and rub it all over my imprisoned cock.

“Yes.”

“I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.”

“You have?” She’s completely dazed, almost slurring her words and I haven’t allowed her to have a drop of alcohol.

I can’t help running the back of my hand over her cheek again. “Yeah.”

She blushes and glances away. “Why? I’m pretty boring.”

“I doubt that.”

She shrugs and tucks her hair behind her ear. The way she’s nibbling on her bottom lip’s so damn cute.

“Can I show you my room?”

Can I?
Seriously. I’m asking?

The corner of her mouth pulls up in a devilish smile but her bottom lip trembles, telling me she’s faking whatever confidence she’s trying to project. Why? Either she wants to fuck or she doesn’t.

“I’d like that. It’s getting too noisy to talk in here,” she shouts over the music.

Not sure why it matters. The last thing we’re going to do in my room is talk.
Fuck
is the only word on my mind. That’s not true.
Tight young pussy
also flashes in my head.

“Is that what you want to do, Athena? Talk?” I force a smile so I don’t scare her off. She’s so close, I can feel the heat of her body pulsing against me. I tilt my head and brush my lips over her cheek, working my way to her ear, inhaling her scent—innocence and strawberries. “Because I had something else in mind.”

“Wha—oh,” she gasps, finally getting the full meaning of my words. Her breathing picks up. At least now we’re on the same page.

I stand and hold my hands out to her. She lets me pull her up off the couch. I fight off the urge to toss her over my shoulder and smack her ass, claiming her as mine in front of everyone. Instead, I wrap my hand around hers—and ignore how easily we fit together. I’m not a hand-holding type of guy.

She tucks in behind me, while I weave us through the crowd and I try to not break into a sprint. There’s no drunken stumble down the hallway—I hardly touched my drink. No, I want to remember every single detail about this night. Once we clear the common area, she moves to my side. She seems as eager as I am.

The walk down the hallway to my room never seemed so long.

At the door, I stop and take her in. She flashes a soul-wrecking smile at me and I can’t open the door fast enough.

Inside, I flick on a small lamp. Athena presses her back against the door. As if she just realized what’s about to happen.

I’m not an asshole. She wants to go, I ain’t gonna stop her, no matter how much I might want to. I’m dying to tangle our tongues together again. Strip her naked. Fill my hands with her soft skin.

Her eyes widen as I approach her with slow steps. My room’s a decent size, but it’s not that big, so I’m towering over her in no time. Huge eyes stare up at me and in the shadowy darkness, I can barely make out their bold, blue color. For some reason, that bugs me.

She surprises me by reaching out and touching me first. Slides her hands up over my pecs to my shoulders. I lose it, yanking her closer, but taking a gentle kiss.

At first.

The press of my mouth against hers deepens and my hands slide down into the dip of her narrow waist. My thumbs flick at the hem of her silky tank top. Underneath, her skin’s warm and soft. So fucking soft.

Each kiss, she returns with equal enthusiasm. I lose a bit more control with every quick dart of her tongue against mine. I groan into her mouth and shove my hands up the sides of her ribcage until my fingers brush against the edge of her bra. I’m dying to see her in it and tug at her shirt.

I’ve been hard since she walked in the door, but being all pressed up against her velvety softness makes the situation behind my fly even more painful. I almost have her shirt off when she stops me.

“Wait. Romeo...I don’t even know your real name.”

“So?” I strip off her shirt and toss it on my dresser.

Fuck, she’s fucking beautiful. The edge of my thumb brushes over one lace-covered nipple and she gasps.

Her eyes close. “I’ve never done this before,” she whispers.

All the blood rushing to my dick must be fucking with my hearing. “What?”

“I’m a virgin.”

Fuck me.

“Wish you’d mentioned that sooner, sweetheart.”

She lifts her chin, defiant eyes staring up at me. “Does it matter?”

“Yeah. It matters.” It matters because all of a sudden my dick’s even more excited. This girl’s
mine.
All fucking mine. “You want me to stop?” I ask as I brush my thumbs over her nipples again.

“You don’t mind?”

She’s killing me. “No, Shortcake. I don’t fucking mind one bit. But I should warn you—”

Her nose wrinkles. “Warn me?”

I press one finger against her lips to keep her quiet. “I already like you. You got me thinking things I’ve never considered before. Giving me that pussy first might complicate things. You understand me?”

“No.”

“It means, I’m not letting you go. You’re in my bed from now on.” I keep my gaze focused on her face, trying to read her reaction. Uncertainty lingers in her eyes.

“Is that some weird biker proposal?”

“No.”

She chews on her bottom lip.

“I really want it to be you. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since we met.”

Her honest admission fucks me up. She says it so sweet. And there’s something inside of me that’s relieved this attraction hasn’t been one-sided.

“You sure about this, Athena? There’s no rush.” Did I really just say that? My cock’s ready to explode, she’s offering up her pussy on a silver platter, and I’m trying to talk her out of it—why?

“I’m sure.” She lifts the hem of her skirt, slowly skimming the material up then flipping it side to side, giving me glimpses of sleek, tanned thighs. I can’t tell if it’s nerves or playfulness responsible for the slow striptease. Doesn’t matter, it’s hot, whatever the reason.

Finally, she tosses the skirt on my dresser next to her shirt and stands there in a black and red lace bra and matching panties. The racy underwear contrasts with her innocent face in a way that’s sexy as fuck.

“You know those are my club’s colors?”

Pink spreads over her cheeks. “I…well…uh,” she stammers out the words and it clicks.

“You wore this for me?” It’s such a sweet, girlish thing to do and because I’m a perverted old fuck, it gets me even harder.

“Turn around.” My mouth’s so dry I have to force the words out.

Not one of my fantasies touched on how perfect she is in the flesh.

I’m breathing so heavy, I probably sound like a fucking dragon bearing down on her. I’ve never been this turned on. Not since my own first time. Many years and many women ago. Taking it slow and gentle is testing all my willpower.

I have to get my hands on her. When our bodies touch, she jumps and turns to look up at me with huge eyes. I settle my hands on her shoulders, softly stroking warm, satin skin. “Tell me what you’ve done before?”

“What? What do you mean?”

What I’m trying to figure out is how a girl this hot is still a virgin. Is she one of those virgin-whores who’s taken it in every hole except her pussy, thinking somehow that keeps her chaste? Or is she really as innocent as she’s acting?

Leaning over, I put my mouth against her ear. My thumb strokes over her bottom lip. “What I mean is, have you sucked cock? Has anyone licked your cunt? Stuff like that, sweetheart.”

Her eyes widen at my crude words and it only fires me up more.

“I, uh, I…”

She can’t form any words because my fingers slipped inside her panties to gently stroke her. Haven’t even touched her clit yet and she’s already panting. My other hand works her bra loose, setting free perky little tits. Tits begging to be held in my big hands so I can work my thumbs over her nipples until she’s thrashing against me.

“Reed,” I whisper in her ear.

“What?”

“You asked what my real name is. It’s Reed. That’s what I want you screamin’ out when I fuck you.”

“Oh, oh, o-kay.” Her lips form a shaky smile. “I like that.”

“Good.” Can’t remember the last woman I bothered telling my name. Honestly, I can’t remember the last one who asked. I’m not in the habit of keeping them around long enough to get curious about things like names.

“You ever come before?”

“I, think so.”

“That’s a no.” Good, now I’ve got a plan. I need to get her off first. Because I’m ninety-nine percent certain it’ll be game over about two seconds after I squeeze my dick in her. Her body’s trembling underneath my fingers. I’m a sick fucker, because I like her on edge. Her fear feeds my inner animal who’s ready to claim every perfect inch of her. I need to speed this up.

Dipping back inside her panties, I run my fingers over her pussy lips, then up through her slit, stopping to spread her wetness over her clit. Even though I’m barely touching her, she hisses in a soft breath and wraps her fingers around my arm.