I sucked and licked until he was hard as granite.
Outlaw pulled me free of his cock and helped me stand. His gaze took me in from head to toe, then back again. He lingered on my breasts a moment before leaning forward and taking a nipple into his mouth. As his teeth scraped the sensitive peak, I gasped and arched against him.
“Dinner,” I said, noticing the smoke from the pot.
“Dammit,” he muttered backing away from me. He tucked himself back into his pants, pulling them up, and he went over to the stove. “Looks like I’m ordering pizza.”
I couldn’t decide if I was disappointed that we’d had to stop, or if I was relieved. He’d given me more than I’d ever thought possible, more pleasure than I could stand, but I didn’t know that I was ready for things to go further. Yes, the little demon on my shoulder was begging for more, for everything, but deep down I had to wonder if I’d regret making that kind of decision right now. I’d only gotten my freedom this morning. Was I ready to give it up and hand myself over to someone else?
His turned and his gaze honed in on my breasts, then dipped lower. The heat in his eyes, the way he watched me, made me want to throw caution to the wind. Would giving up my newfound freedom be all that difficult if he made me come like that all the time? No, bad Elena! Stop thinking about sex!
“Pizza?” I asked, trying to keep both of us off the topic of sex.
“Right. Any particular kind?”
“No anchovies. Or olives. Or mushrooms.”
He smirked. “Is that all? Are you sure you don’t want just plain cheese?”
“Well.” Now that he mentioned it. I rather liked the five-cheese pizza we usually ordered at home, on the rare occasions my foster father had permitted us to spend money on something like that. “I’m actually okay with that.”
He snorted. “Right. So one cheese for you, and one with everything for me. I’ll place the order and have a Prospect bring it over when it arrives. I think it’s best I keep you away from the clubhouse right now.”
“I did okay before,” I said, then tried not to wince. No, I really hadn’t. I’d been drugged, and if Outlaw hadn’t brought me here, who knew what would have happened to me.
“Right. Let me explain something to you. In that clubhouse, if you aren’t claimed as property by a brother, then you’re free game for anyone there. Someone wearing a cut like mine walks up and tells you to suck their cock, you do it. Is that what you want? Want your first time to be in that dirty clubhouse?” He prowled closer, not stopping until the heat of his body pressed against me. “You want to be used, pretty girl? Become a club whore?”
“N-No. Not a club whore.”
He grinned. “Not a club whore, but you do want to be used. Maybe just by one man?”
“Maybe,” I said. “And the clubhouse wasn’t so bad. I kind of liked it.”
It felt like my entire face was on fire, but from the flare of interest in his eyes, I knew I’d only decreased my chances of ever leaving this place. I was almost certain he’d been close to taking my virginity, and by his own admission he’d own me then. I was playing a game that I was destined to lose, especially since I didn’t quite grasp all the rules. But a part of me thought maybe losing wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe in losing my freedom, I’d gain something better.
Chapter Four
Outlaw
The way she’d lit up when I’d talked about her being fucked in front of everyone had me wondering just how dirty my little innocent Elena was. It seemed she had a wild side just begging to be set free. I’d never liked sharing, and even now I knew I’d never let anyone else have her. But if she wanted them to watch, then maybe I could handle that. Every now and then. Maybe. Or maybe not. I really didn’t like the thought of anyone else seeing those beautiful breasts on display.
I’d placed our order and made sure the dipshit knew not to enter the house without knocking. Too many fuckers were used to just barging in here, but with Elena under my roof, I didn’t much care for my brothers or the Prospects coming in and seeing all of her. At least, not without my permission. She was sexy as fuck, and the way she’d sucked my cock… Shit!
Instead of letting her get dressed again, I’d snatched her clothes off the floor and put them in the laundry room. She’d eyed me, but hadn’t protested. The way her nipples beaded, I could tell she liked me being all bossy and dominant with her. I wasn’t into putting labels on things. I just knew what I liked, and a woman who was willing to obey was hot as fuck. Didn’t mean I wanted a doormat for an ol’ lady, though. No, I liked a little sass in my women, just not in front of my brothers.
I went to my room and pulled a shirt from my dresser. Elena was still standing in the kitchen, looking a little lost at the moment. She shifted from foot to foot as she glanced around the room. Her hands were fisted at her sides, and she worried at her lower lip. I stopped in front of her, pulling the shirt over her head. As much as I’d love to see her beautiful body on full display, I didn’t think she’d want to lounge around the house without anything covering her. She’d been completely innocent until I’d corrupted her tonight. For that matter, she was still technically a virgin.
I should feel disgusted with myself. Grizzly had asked me to take care of her, protect her. Instead, I’d nearly claimed her. If he knew I’d already stripped her naked and made her come, he’d probably kick my ass, and I’d deserve it. Maybe it was the inability to come for over four years, or maybe there was just something about her that made me want to hold on. Either way, I knew I wasn’t doing her any favors. She wanted to leave, start a new life somewhere, and I should let her do that. Didn’t mean I was going to.
“Come on, angel. We can put something on TV while we wait for the pizza to arrive. Your things should be delivered by then too.”
She hesitated, tugging on my hand so I wouldn’t walk off. “Were you really going to have sex with me, and then not let me leave?”
The right thing to do would be to tell her the truth. The easier thing would be to lie my ass off and deny the hell out of it. Something told me she’d been lied to enough in her life already. That family who took her in might not have abused her in the physical sense, but I had to wonder if they weren’t so strict that they damaged her psychologically or emotionally.
“Look, things work different around here than what you’re used to. We don’t follow the law set by other people. We make up our own rules, and answer to the club officers. Maybe popping your cherry and keeping you, making you mine forever, is all kinds of fucked-up to someone not used to this way of life, but around here, it’s just how things are done. Some of the time anyway.” Dingo would have taken his sweet time with Meiling if the club hadn’t pushed things along a bit. Same for Badger and Adalia. But I’d talked to Wire enough to know that the instant attraction I felt for Elena was exactly how he’d felt about Lavender, and everything turned out okay for them.
“So you really wouldn’t have let me leave?” she asked. “Ever?”
“What do you think it means for me to claim you?”
She shrugged a shoulder, and I could tell she really didn’t have a clue. I wasn’t sure how to explain it without making her run screaming into the night. Most of the women who came here had some idea of how things worked with Devil’s Fury, and other clubs, but Elena was a different story. It was like she’d lived her life with blinders on, never pulling her nose out of a book long enough to actually live her life and experience things for herself. It wasn’t just that she didn’t know about club life, but it was almost like she’d lived in a bubble and hadn’t had any fun at all. Her naivety was a little cute, and I loved her innocence. Perhaps her foster family was to blame for her lack of life experiences. They sounded like a bunch of tight-asses.