room for two reasons,” he said, mouth still against my ear. “One, we knew she was tryin’ to get information and wanted to see what she was after. Two, I was trying to scare you away. I wanted you to know she was there. Thought it’d piss you off and make you forget about me. Also… I made her suck me off over a rubber. Didn’t want that skank’s filthy mouth on me bare. Haven’t fucked a woman bare ever until you. Haven’t even put my mouth on anybody in a couple years. I’ve had blowjobs but not bare for months. Haven’t fucked anyone else in two months and again, nobody bare ever ‘till you. I got tested a few weeks ago to be safe, too. Right after the van. Guess I knew I wanted you even if I told myself I wasn’t goin’ here with you. You don’t have to worry about other women. I won’t cheat. Not a fuckin’ chance. As for wantin’ you, you saw me the first time in my uncle’s kitchen. I saw you for the first time when you were probably sixteen or seventeen. Dreamt about you. Dreamt about you a couple times in the past few years.”
I pulled back. “Sixteen or seventeen?”
“Saw you at a rally across a lot, French braids and a polka dot halter top, ripped jean shorts and purple motorcycle boots on, laughin’ with Deacon. I saw you and I fuckin’ wanted to save you. Save you from the fuckin’ MC life. So pretty. So sweet. Cuz see, I thought it was all just grit ‘n dirt. Thought it was all dark and wrong. One look at you and I figured you shouldn’t be anywhere near it.”
Oh my goodness.
He kept talking. “Had dreams of savin’ you, dreams it’d save me. Wrong to look at a girl that age and want her but you were so clean and pretty and those fuckin’ eyes, woman.” He shook his head and bit his lip. “It wasn’t about sex; it was about how beautiful and clean you were. The kind of woman to protect. The kind to marry and put in a pretty house, keep her safe from the filth in the world. Saw you again at a charity ride last year from a distance and you’d gone from pretty to a fuckin’ stunner, sitting in head-to-toe purple leather on that Harley. Hoped to fuck you wouldn’t wind up with a biker and look tired, strung out, and washed up in a few years like a lotta the women that hung around with Jackals.”
I leaned against him and sighed.
“Wasn’t until Ella schooled me on Deacon that I took a closer look at the Brotherhood versus the Jackals and saw the differences in those two clubs. Saw that I could keep my Harley, hang with men who loved motorcycles, who liked makin’ their own rules without havin’ to be fuckin’ hardened criminals willing to wade in filth to make a dime or take what they felt was their due. And it was about havin’ friends that’d take my back, whose backs I’d take, too.”
My mind was blown. I remembered that rally with the French braids. And the one the first time I rode my new bike. I showed up to that rally in purple leather and pissed off Dad and all the brothers. That purple leather got a lot of attention. I did not see him. Or, if I did, I didn’t notice him.
“We were meant to be,” I said.
“You’re too good for me, baby. But like I said, I’m gonna keep you anyway.”
I smiled.
“Now, you gonna suck me off, woman, or what?”
I straightened up. “I’m gonna try.”
He grabbed my hand and put it to his cock. I felt it through the fabric of his underwear, hot and hard.
“I still have that halter top,” I told him, pulling it out and planting a kiss on the tip. “I’ll braid my hair and wear it while I do this to you. Would you like that?”
His fingers went into my hair and tightened. I lifted it and put my mouth around it.
“I’d like that a fuckuva lot. That’s good, baby. Do what you want. I’ll tell you if I don’t like it or if I want you doin’ more of what you’re doing.”
I squeezed the base up and down while flicking my tongue over the tip and then I sucked. His fingers in my hair tightened.
“Mm good. Yeah, baby.”
I moved forward a little, getting his cock deeper