Xander kicks off his boots, quickly unbuckles his jeans and drops them to the floor. He crawls his way over to me in the middle of the bed and cups my cheeks. His mouth captures mine in a ravishing kiss that takes my breath away. He scoops me up so my legs are straddling his waist and gently lays me down. Xander’s thick cock is pressing against my heated pussy, making me buck my hips into him looking for relief. He trails his tongue down the column of my neck and lavishes one aching breast while his fingers pinch and squeeze my other one. My hips buck up into him wanting more.
“Please, Xander.” I pant into the room. He goes further down my body and gently kisses each scar marring my body.
“So, beautiful,” Xander rumbles against my skin. He moves further down and yanks my black panties off in one move, exposing me fully to him. He sits back on his heels, looking at me. His green eyes are hooded with desire. He pulls off his boxers, exposing himself to me and my mouth waters at the sight of his hard cock springing alive. I want to run my tongue over his flesh and take him deep into my mouth. I lick my lips and a smirk appears on Xander’s face.
“Like what you see, Bug?” I nod my head. No words will form in my head. He strokes himself a few times before releasing his cock and turns his attention to my body. He leans forward and kisses his way up my right leg before stopping at my pussy, begging for attention. Xander darts his tongue out and licks from my entrance to my clit, making me moan. “That’s it, Monica, let go. I’ll catch you.”
Xander licks and sucks my clit making my body burn with desire. I know I’m not going to last long and I want my first orgasm to be with his cock driving into me, not on his tongue. I yank on his hair, pulling his body up mine.
“Give it to me, Blayze.” I moan. Irritation flashes in Xander’s eyes and I release a sexy laugh. I only call him Blayze when I want to get his fire burning. He’d rather me call him by his God given name, not his road name unless we’re around the rest of his brothers, then it’s rude not to call him by his road name. He’s finally picking up on what I’m doing and smirks. “I need you inside of me.”
I hook my legs around his waist and push his body close to mine. “Are you sure, Monica?”
“I’m positive, Xander. Fuck me and make me yours.” I’ve never meant the words more than I do at this moment. I want to be his Ol’ Lady. I want everything about him. The darkness he lives in, the secrets he carries. I want it all.
Xander sits up and grabs his hard cock resting on my clit. He trails it up and down, coating it in my wetness, teasing and tormenting me. I’m ready for him to break through the barriers I’ve raised and crash down my walls. I’m ready to feel our connection on a deeper level. As he inches inside of me, relief floods through my body as he tears down the walls I’ve surrounded myself with. Once Xander’s fully inside of me, he covers me with his body and moves his hips, his cock filling me up and hitting all the right spots. Thrusting in and out, I lose my mind, clawing at his back, pulling him closer. I move my hips meeting him thrust for beautiful thrust. His mouth captures mine and his tongue plunges inside. I moan into his mouth and his hips buck faster, driving into me. My body responds to his, sending me higher and higher into the atmosphere. My orgasm is within reach when Xander breaks our soul-stealing kiss.
“Come for me, Monica. Give me all of you.” He demands and I respond, flying high. My orgasm crashes through me.
“Fuck, Xander, I’m coming.” I pant. We’re a mess of sweat, tongues and lips and I’m loving our beautiful mess. My pussy clenches around his cock, gripping it as I fly towards another orgasm. He drives harder into me, pushing me over the edge. I moan and grip his waist with my legs riding him hard. Xander grunts and my name falls from his lips as he finds his release. Exploding inside of me, I ride the wave of ecstasy only he can bring me.
“Holy, fuck.” Falls from Xander’s lips. He’s still above me, holding himself up on his elbows. He gently kisses me and I breathe him in.
“Hmmm…” That’s all I can get out. My mind is still mush and my body is relaxed. Xander grows soft inside of me and rolls off, pulling me with him. His strong arm wraps around my shoulders and I rest my head on his chest. His heart is beating hard against my ear, lulling me to sleep. For once in my life, I don’t think about tomorrow or the future. I think about this moment right here, right now.
“Thank you, Xander. For giving me what I needed.” I drift off into a deep sleep, free from the nightmares plaguing my mind.
Chapter 3
Blayze
The sun streams through the curtains of my bedroom window, waking me from a deep slumber. Capone and I are the only ones with rooms on the outer edge of the clubhouse. The rest of the rooms are deep inside, safe from anyone breaking in. We prefer it this way to keep our members and their families protected.
Monica is still sleeping on my chest. Her breathing is deep and even. Memories from last night come back to me in my groggy state and a smile graces my lips. We finally went past the barriers we built around ourselves and gave each other something we both needed and craved. Love. I love this woman with everything I have and will let no one harm her again.
A loud thump outside my bedroom door clears the fogginess of sleep from my brain. We’re still on alert and I let my guard down last night. When I’m with Monica, everything else takes a back burner, and I can’t be doing that. In order to keep her safe, I need to be aware of everything and everyone around me.
“Monica,” I whisper. She moves and rubs her leg against my growing cock. “Don’t make a sound. I’ll be right back.” I lightly kiss the side of her head and climb out of bed. I find my boxers on the floor and slip them on quietly. Another thump followed by a loud crack sounds again right outside my bedroom door. I hurry to my dresser and grab my gun. With my finger on the trigger and my other hand on the doorknob, I unlock it and twist. Yanking the door open fast I aim the barrel of my .45 caliber Smith & Wesson at the temple of whoever’s making that noise right outside my door.
“Don’t move, motherfucker or I’ll blow your brains out.” The guy on the other side of my door raises his arms and drops the baseball bat in his hands. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m trying to get the rat,” his voice trembles.
“There are no fucking rats in here. I think you’re trying to scare my girl.” I click the safety off my gun. “Who the fuck are you and tell me why I shouldn’t kill you right here.”
Stomping boots down the hallway draws my attention away from the trembling guy and Capone comes flying down the hallway. “Blayze, don’t,” Capone commands. “That’s Jezebelle’s kid. Apparently, the other boys dared him to chase a non-existent rat down this hallway to get him into trouble.”
I lower my gun and glare at the kid. “This true?”
The boy turns around with tears in his eyes, nodding his head. Now that I really look at him, he’s just a teenager. Tall and skinny with acne all teenagers get. “Yes. They made me do it. Told me if I didn’t, they would beat me up.” Jezebelle is one of the porn stars for Royal Bastards. Her and Derange, the Club’s Tail Runner, have had an on and off thing for the past few years. She won’t tell us who her kids’ dad is and we don’t ask.