stiffness coming in direct contact with my clit. My head falls forward as I bite back another throaty, wanton moan. I’m going to orgasm from dry humping him alone. This may end up being the best day I’ve had all month.
“Let’s go to my room,” he suggests on a husky rasp. “I’d make you feel good right here, but you strike me as a woman who enjoys her privacy more than being on show. I don’t want you holding back on me. I want to hear you scream my name as I rip your pussy wide open with my cock and relish in your moans of pleasure.”
His words clear away a bit of the haze his kiss had expertly woven around me. Picking my head up, my heavy lids part, and I shake my head. “I can’t…”
He snorts, not believing it for an instant. He does whatever he wants, so why should I be any different in his eyes? “You can do whatever the fuck you want. I won’t let anyone stop ya.”
I shake my head, this time with more emphasis. “No. I mean, I came here to find out about my sister. I was hoping you’d be more forthcoming with Madison’s whereabouts this time around. I didn’t come here for this.”
He releases a dejected grunt, and my hands go to his cheeks. What is it about this guy that makes me want to touch him? When did I gain so much courage as to not be intimidated by someone like him? He’s the type of man who wrecks women, and that alone doesn’t seem to sway me away when it should. “Well, that’s a shame, Gem.”
I know he’s not a good guy. The team thoroughly researched the Royal Bastards after we’d left last time. They didn’t find much, but what they did discover wasn’t anything to write home about. They’re an outlaw one percenter motorcycle club who’ve been persons of interest in several cases that include trafficking, drugs, and murder. Those were the only things on record we could dig into. That’s not including the things that go under the radar. Those articles weren’t all aimed at Texas either. I guess this motorcycle club is pretty nasty all over the states. Their patch comes with a hefty price. The men in this club join and only leave in a body bag, and here I am, making out with one of the presidents. To wear the rank he does, he has to be one of the worst around, yet I’ve got some sort of blinders on where Ripper’s concerned.
If my father knew, he’d be puking his guts up like it were election day. My mother would be outraged, though she’d live vicariously through my stories. I love her beyond measure, but my mother’s a hypocrite. Madison, on the other hand, would more than likely jump in to join the party and ask if drugs were available as well. I love my sister, but sometimes I wonder how on earth she’s related to us. We’re far too conservative, in her opinion. I wonder how straitlaced she’d believe I was if she could see me out here grinding and panting on a Royal Bastard.
“You know I’m not here to cause her any harm, or your club.” I meet his hazel irises, attempting to put him at ease with anything holding him back. “I only want to bring her home. J-just tell me…is she alive and okay? That’s the most important thing to me at this point.”
He huffs, offended at my insinuation that anyone here would possibly harm her. “Of course, she’s alive.” He shakes his head, and while I may have upset him, I’m glad I asked.
I release a tense breath, saying, “Thank God. We may not be super close, but I love my younger sister. I feel like a piece of me has been missing, not knowing where she is and if she’s okay.”
“Gem, you ever think that maybe she just isn’t cut out for the senator’s lifestyle? And how is it you take on so much damn responsibility? That’s your parents’ burden.”
I nod, my back muscles less tense than a moment ago. “I understand why you say that. I really do.” I go to stand and put some much-needed space between us. His hands fly to my hips, not letting me go. “I should sit over there.” I gesture to the next chair. What I should do and what he wants seem to be two completely different things, however.