and begged and cried my name as I’d made her come three times. It was pure bliss to my ears and my taste buds.
“Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean?” We’ve been talking some after we fuck, getting more acquainted with each other. I’ve never been much of a cuddler, but with Alice, I can’t seem to get enough. I want to be near her constantly.
“It doesn’t mean anything. I’m only attempting to discover more about you and what influenced your decisions to become the president of a motorcycle club.” She says it all formal in her uppity dialog I’ve grown fond of listening to. She’s not snobby or anything. She’s never once looked down her nose on my club, and it has me questioning how she could’ve turned out so different from her parents.
I offer up a smirk. “Oh, I get it. You think something happened in my life for me to be this way? Women are always so quick to judge,” I throw out, putting my guard up. It’s dangerous getting close to a woman and spending this much time with her when you know she’s going to leave and never spare a glance backward. It’s askin’ for a broken heart, and black hearts make bikers bitter. I’m already a fucking bastard to everyone, I don’t need anything more spurring me on to be any worse.
“Look, I only asked because something must’ve propelled you to become so hardened on the outside.”
I snort. This woman has nerve to bring up my transgressions when her own family can’t seem to keep their shit together. “You believe that something has to happen to a person for them to turn out the way they do…but have you ever considered that some people are born this way? That I *was born this way?”
“And what way is that, exactly?”
“Bad, Gem. I’m a deplorable man, and to answer your question, there’s nothing. I wasn’t traumatized or any other horrendous scenario you wanna conjure up to possibly justify my actions. I was born rotten. I’m corrupt and break the law because I want to, because I enjoy doing so. Ain’t no motherfucker lead me down this path but myself.”
I watch her throat work as she swallows tightly. She wasn’t expecting this conversation to turn in this direction, but she should’ve known better than to pop off and ask someone what’s wrong with them. I’m a fucking asshole biker, yet I know better than that. This woman does things to me; I won’t lie on that front, but she still has that uppity rich bitch running in her blood. I can’t blame her for it, as she was just trying to insinuate. She’s a product of her own environment. She’s learning firsthand not to believe everything her father feeds her about the outside world.
“You want me to judge you on your life?” I toss out, turning this around on her. “Should I expect you to look down on me because I am who I am, and you are who you are?”
She releases a tense breath, “Ripper…” Alice says my name on a whisper. It’s like a motherfucking caress to my ears. She knows how to reel me in and keep my ass wrapped around her finger. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to offend you. I want to know you…that’s all.”
Scrubbing my hand over my face, my shoulders drop, and I exhale a sigh. “Fuck, Gem. I didn’t mean to bite your head off…I’m used to people looking down their noses at me. I don’t ever want to be there in your gaze. You feel me?”
“You won’t…I promise you. I’ll never see you like that. You have nothing to prove to me. My father is his own person, as am I. I told you before, I accept you for who you are and respect it.”
“I’ve done so much shit, Alice; if you knew the half of it, you’d run far away. Hell, you should’ve run the first time I laid eyes on you.”
She gives me a tender smile and leans in. Her lips lightly graze mine, the sensation sending tingles through my body. “It’s too late. I don’t want to be away from you. I’m not running anywhere.”
“That so?” I reply huskily, my thoughts twisting in another direction. My hands go to her hips, working to scoot her body closer to mine. I can’t seem to get enough of this woman. My feelings keep building and that feeling is both enthralling and frightening of its own accord. I rest