Every moment I get to spend with her never seems to be enough. She’s intoxicating in the best way. It’s been far too long since a woman has caught my attention, and with her, it’s taken to the extreme. I’m thankful I could get to her in time before anything happened to her or Trixie. I’m much more comfortable having them here, where I can keep them both safe.
However, the reality of it all depends on what we’re hit with, if anything. At the club, there are two ways that typically go down when we’re faced with threats. The first is clubs not wanting to deal with us and their slim chances of overcoming a club that’s steadily grown larger over the years. If you pair us up with Ares’ charter as well, then we’re the largest MC in central Texas. Period. The second outcome is our size being the downfall, and whoever is after retribution brings enough backup it fucks our club badly.
We’ve learned from some of our previous mistakes, and I’m hopeful it protects us from an imminent threat getting to the people we care the most about. The gate security surrounding the clubhouse is top-of-the-line grade, and Viking went far enough as to run an electric current through it as well. If anyone so much as attempts to come through the entry gate without us allowing it from the inside, they’ll get the shock of their life.
Witnessing Princess beaten up physically and emotionally in the past because of Viking’s lack of protection has royally fucked with his head. Maverick, Nightmare’s son, was taken, and then Blaze nearly died. After all the carnage, Viking promised it’d never happen again. At least not so easy as before. The upgraded security was put in place for Princess’ safety, I don’t doubt it for a moment. Luckily, if we’re here, we all benefit from it.
I understand why Viking did it. Hell, I’ll most likely do similar if I end up buying a house here and shacking up with someone. Hollywood and Trixie come to mind now when I picture that scenario. Hollywood wouldn’t have to work another day in her life if she didn’t want to. She could take care of Trixie and our home. Trixie would have a room built for a princess and anything else her little heart needed. It’s my own sense of a fairy tale, one I don’t know will ever come true.
I can hope and give Hollywood all of me, but it’ll be up to her if she decides to offer me more. Right now, I’ll take what I can get. My club welcoming the two of them with open arms and the smiles on my girls’ faces are more than enough.
We’re on each other like glue the moment alone together in my room. It’s been too long since I’ve tasted her, and I can’t wait to have her on my tongue again. I push her curvy body against the wall, my hands moving to her shapely thighs to lift her to my level. Her lips slam to mine, our tongues curling together as lust consumes us, and we give in to our pent-up desire for the other. I’ve been patiently waiting to touch her, but it’s been rough having to hold back. I want her something fierce, and it’s finally going to happen after having her consume my small space all week.
My hips thrust between her thighs, the friction making us both groan. Every moment spent against her only makes me want it to last longer. She’s addictive—her taste and touch—having me wanting to promise her things I shouldn’t be offering so early in our unconventional relationship. She has me throwing caution to the wind to make her mine before she possibly slips through my fingertips.
“Yes...” She moans as her mouth breaks free. Her hands shuffle between us, fighting to get her shirt over her head. I pause my grinding to help get the offensive material free and toss it on top of my dresser. My mouth glides over her throat, leaving behind a trail of wet kisses in my wake. I can’t kiss her fast enough yet savor her at the same time.
“So damn beautiful, Hollywood. Jesus!” I huff, not ever remembering being this hard for another woman before. I shuck my shirt, letting it fly and hopefully land near hers.
“Your body is insane, oh my God,” she compliments while deftly running her hands over my bare chest and abs. I constrict the muscles, relishing in her mouth popping open with surprise. I hope I please her as much as she does me. She doesn’t only have sexy curves, but she has a good heart, and that means more to me than any outside beauty ever will.
I offer a triumphant grin. I’ve worked damn hard for this body, and she likes what she feels. I can read it all over her expression as she licks her lips, gazing at me, eyes full of lust. “Shit.” I breathe, stopping my movements when, in reality, it’s the last thing I want to do.
“What? What is it?” She glances around us, believing she’s missing something.
“You don’t have to do this,” I quickly murmur, ready to back off if she wants me to.
Her brow screws up, then she’s leaning forward to kiss me again. I get lost in her lips and the sensations it torments my body with for a moment before pausing again. “I want to,” she confides, suspecting I need her words. She’s right, I do.
“I do, too, but it’s just...” I trail off, not knowing the right way to exactly describe what’s going through my mind at the moment. “I don’t want you to think this has to happen. Don’t ever believe that because you’re here staying with me, or when I do things for you, they come at a price. I promise you that isn’t the case and never will be. I want you for you.”
Her face turns thoughtful as she offers me a tender gaze. “You getting sentimental on me, Cowboy?”
“I like you. Really like you. I won’t fuck this up because you think we need to have sex ‘cause you’re staying with me. I can wait as long as you need me to, to know this is real between you and me. I’m a big boy, and I can handle it. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to, but for you, I will wait no matter how long you need me to.”
She licks her lips, and I follow the movement wanting to kiss her so fucking bad but making myself refrain for now. I hold my breath, waiting on pins and needles for her to respond.
“I meant what I said. I want you, Chaos. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be ripping our clothes off to get you inside me. You’re a big boy? Well, I’m a big girl too. I know how to say no when I don’t want something. I’ve told you I want this and given you my consent and permission, so please... fuck me already!”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I mutter excitedly against her lips and push my hips forward, rubbing my jean-covered cock against the juncture between her thighs. “I want you badly, sweetheart. I won’t stop until you tell me to.”
“Not happening,” she promises, grabbing my head and holding my face still. She kisses me until I feel like I can’t breathe without sinking my dick inside her. I knew we’d be explosive together, but I had no idea it’d be this powerful. I don’t only want to have sex with her, I want to keep her for as long as she’ll allow it.
We claw at each other, not being able to touch every spot all at once like we want to. With a few stumbled steps, I get her over to the dresser, perching her ass on the edge of it so I can peel away her shorts. I set them off to the side with her shirt and flick the button to my jeans. I shake each leg, attempting to get them off as quickly as possible. I want to savor every moment of being with Hollywood, yet at the same time, it can’t seem to happen fast enough. It’s a double-edged sword wanting to take my time but feel everything all at once as well.