Before I could do so, Zeus had me tumbling backward, sprawled unlady like on the bed. He was on me in a second, his rough hands gripping my ankles and raising them into the air before spreading them wide into a deep split.
“So fuckin’ flexible,” he groaned as he held me lewdly open for him.
We watched together as he sank his dick deep inside me then slowly took it all the way out again before repeating it over and over. It was slow, deep and so fucking hot my legs shook in his grasp.
“Watch me fuck your cunt,” he demanded, his hair a crazy gorgeous mess around his frowning face, his muscled chest gleaming with sweat.
I tried to strain against him, get him to fuck me harder but he held me still and instead of moving faster, he ended each stroke on a grinding motion that rubbed his rough pubic hair against my sensitive clit.
“That’s it, little girl. Come for Daddy,” he growled.
Immediately, I was gone. The bottom fell out of my mind and I went free-falling into hot, sparkling oblivion. Vaguely, I was aware that I was sobbing with pleasure and Zeus had closed my legs together to create a tighter vice around his now-pounding cock.
I came to slightly just in time to see him come.
His bronze skin shone in the morning light, highlighting the contorted plane of his forehead, contrasting the deep red of his mouth as it open to let loose a low roar of completion as he shot off warm and deep inside my still grasping cunt.
He dropped to his forearms on either side of me, his face achingly handsome as he smiled lazily at me. He dropped a kiss to my breastbone then ran his fingers lightly across my forehead and into my hair as he stared down at me.
“Mornin’, little warrior.”
My heart stopped, tried to restart and failed. I took a deep painful breath before it kicked back into gear.
“Morning, monster,” I said, smiling back at him.
“Pickin’ you up tonight again. Don’t care what time it’s gotta be, want you in my bed tonight.”
Warmth flooded me. “Yeah, okay. Will we come here again?”
He rubbed at his mouth like I’d noticed he did when he was worried about something. “Yeah, gotta get you introduced proper to my other girl before I take you home to her.”
“Oh, God. I totally forgot about Harleigh Rose,” I told him, my eyes bugging out of my head. “God, how the hell are you going to tell her you’re banging a girl her age?”
He scowled. “First off, I’m not bangin’ you. I’m fuckin’ you regular and I plan to do it for a long fuckin’ time to come. I also plan to take you out for sustenance between fucks and teach you to party like I said I would ’fore we fucked ’cause I’m a man of my word. I know it’s gonna be fuckin’ complicated but I was serious last night, Lou. You’re my woman now. Maybe you don’t understand that.”
“Maybe I don’t,” I agreed, too afraid to hope or guess at what being an MC biker’s woman could mean.
“You’ll be my old lady. You’ll stand by my side at club parties, at functions. You’ll sleep in my bed as much as possible until I can get it so you do that every damn night. You’ll meet my kids and suffer through that drama with me ’cause they’re my life and so’re you. You’ll take my cock whenever I want to give it to you and you’ll take my words whenever I need to give ’em to you. And when I’m an asshole, ’cause I’m a man and I got that in me to give, you’ll give me a piece of your mind and then forgive me.”
“So we’re, like, dating?” God, I sounded like a kid but I didn’t know enough biker speak to translate what he was saying into English I could digest. And this was too important to misunderstand.
His full lips twitched and he bit on the bottom one to keep himself from laughing. “Sure, kid, we’re datin’.”
“Don’t be an asshole, Z. This is important!”
“Not bein’ an asshole, Loulou, just enjoyin’ the fuck out you, outta this. Figure I’ll be laughin’ and smilin’ a whole helluva lot more from now on.”
“Wow,” I whispered as I hit the wall of his sincerity and had the indignation knocked right out of me. “Sometimes you’re so sweet, I forget you’re a monster.”
His grin turned dangerous. “Don’t got time to remind you just now how dangerous I am, and you’re probably sore as shit, but think I can work somethin’ out for tonight.”
“I’m your girlfriend,” I told him, awed and unable to move on from it just yet.
This was my childhood dream come true after all, so I cut myself some slack.
“Old lady,” he corrected.
I wrinkled my nose. “I think between the two of us, you’re the old one, Z.”
He laughed loudly. “Fuck if that ain’t true. It’s what we call the women we got that we don’t plan to share or drop, ever. It’s good, yeah?”
“Okay,” I agreed. “I’ve got a lot to learn about biker culture.”
“We’ll get started on your lessons tonight. Wanna tell my kids sooner rather than later ’bout you so let’s get you up to speed quick.”
“Scared shitless about that,” I admitted.
“That makes two of us,” he said but he was grinning and doing it so wide, the beauty of it took my breath away. “Now, gotta get you to school, gotta get myself to the Compound and gotta do it quick ’cause we slept late. You need me to forge a note or somethin’ so you don’t get in trouble at school?”
I laughed. “No, thanks, Dad. I won’t get in trouble.”
I wouldn’t because Headmaster Adams was a dear family friend but also because the faculty was used to my lateness and absences. They all knew I had cancer.
My lover though, did not.
“Watch that mouth, little girl, or I’ll put it to better use, yeah?” He glowered at me but his grey eyes were bright with warmth.
I rolled my eyes at him. “Whatever.”
“Whatever, she says,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You a teenage girl or the woman who’s all woman I took to my bed last night twice and again this mornin’?”
“Both, and you love it, you dirty old man,” I said as I leaned up to nip him on the chin. “Now get off me so I can have a shower and get ready for school.”
He rolled off me but stayed in bed, propped up against the headboard with his bulging arms behind his head, the sheet pooled in his lap. I stopped for a minute to stare at the beauty of him like that, covered in my blood, sweat and cum and never more gorgeous.
“Thought you were in a rush.”
“The day I can’t take a minute to appreciate something of beauty is the day I don’t want to be alive,” I told him primly before turning on my heel and skipping into the bathroom.
His laughter followed me.
The air smelled like sweat and popcorn, sweet and salty on my tongue as I set my voice to the chant rising over the crowd.
Griffins, Griffins, Griffins!
It was the Winter Hoops tournament; the biggest sporting event at EBA and one of the biggest in the entire province so everyone and I mean everyone was there, even my absentee parents who held court in their own private section of the stands, and my so-called boyfriend, who was the star of the show.