“Get the keys,” I command as he starts to kiss down my neck.
With me still in his arms, he bends down and grabs the keys, unlocks the door and lets us both inside.
“Where’s your room?” he asks, tone deep and husky. “Never mind, we aren’t going to make it.”
I’ve never felt more relief than I do at that moment.
He finds the living room, throws me down onto the couch and starts kissing me. I grab him by the pants and begin taking his belt off with clumsy fingers. He eventually does it for me, stripping down naked while I pull off my dress, leaving me in heels and a black bra and panties.
He sits back and I do to him what I wanted to in the cab, straddling him and kissing him while his hands cup the globes of my ass. He’s rock hard, and without thinking I slide my panties to the side, place his cock against my pussy and push down. He moans, and it’s sexy as hell and turns me on even more. I was right—no foreplay needed.
I ride him fast and hard, and then he switches positions, laying me down on my stomach with my ass up in the air. He slides back and enters me from behind, with me pushing against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Fuck,” he grits out, reaching between my thighs and stroking my clit. He makes me come in no time, and when I’m done I think he’s going to pound away behind me and finish himself off. But instead he rolls me onto my back and goes down on me, making me come again before he slides his cock back in and starts to move inside me again, slowly this time, while staring straight into my eyes.
I’ve had a few one-night stands in my time, but none of them have been like this. There is a connection here, and I can’t seem to put words to it. It’s more than a great orgasm.
I don’t know what to think, so I don’t, I block out my thoughts and just feel.
And it’s fucking amazing.
Chapter Four
Rhett
I wake up in the morning and sit up quickly, until I remember where I am. After the couch sex, I ended up in the waitress’s bed, where we had another two rounds before falling asleep.
I’m ashamed to admit it, but I’ve slept with a few women this week. Tonight has to be the best so far.
Shit, I always use protection, I’m religious about it now that Cara and I are broken up, but it completely slipped my mind last night. Fuck fuck fuck. I have to hope that... Shit. I don’t even know her name.
I’d never confess it out loud, but at the restaurant, when I first saw this beautiful creature, she kind of reminded me of Cara. I’ve been purposefully avoiding sleeping with any brunettes to avoid associating anyone with Cara. I obviously got a thing for brunettes, because that seems to be my type. Or is it because Cara is a brunette? I don’t know.
But when I saw her at the bar last night, my no-brunettes rule went out the window. There was some heat between her and I, and I’m glad she allowed us to explore it. The sex was phenomenal. It’s the first time in however many months that I didn’t think of Cara while I was with a woman. I may be a pussy to admit it, but in the past I’ve had to think of Cara to get myself going with the other women. But with this woman, I didn’t think of Cara once. I don’t think I could’ve even if I wanted to. She made me feel alive, even if it was only for the moment.
She surprised me with how sensual and giving she is in bed, and I would definitely fuck her again, given the chance. With protection this time. I realize I should leave before she wakes up and turns the perfect one-night stand into something awkward.
As I head to the door, I see a piece of mail on her table and read her name: Constance Wilder. Wild she is.
I call a cab that takes me back to my place. Once I get home, I take a shower and hop into my own bed. I just rented this house, but no one knows about it aside from the Wind Dragons. Clover and Cara don’t even know that I’m in town right now and not miles away, near the clubhouse. After an incident that happened with the street gang the Forgotten Children, aka the FC, I put Cara and Clover in danger, and when that was over, I stuck around to make sure that they were okay. Since then, I’ve been going back and forth from here and the Wind Dragons clubhouse, which is about a two-hour drive depending on the traffic.
I also own a house with Cara near the clubhouse, one that Cara thinks is being sold, but it’s not. It’s just sitting there. I know how much she loved that house, and I just can’t seem to get rid of it. Maybe I’ll keep it for her and she can do with it as she chooses. I just can’t be the one to sell it. If she wants to, fine, but I won’t do it.
I check my phone, and I don’t miss how dry it’s been since Cara and I broke up. I know Clover is still disappointed in me, and I know that Cara and I will never be the same, which tears me up inside. This just shows that all those times Cara accused me of being too impulsive and warned that it would get me into trouble, she was right. Once I made up my mind that this was the path I was going to go down, I made sure to be seen talking to women and stopped going home to Cara. By the time I realized the implications of people thinking I was cheating, it was too late to turn back. The damage was already done.
Cara and Clover have been my best friends ever since I can remember. Growing up, the other boys at school thought it was so weird I was so close with them. They even tried to tease me about it.
“How come you’re best friends with girls? Are you gay?” one asked me in front of the girls.
I remember sharing a look with Cara and Clover, both such strong girls, even back then. Clover had a big mouth on her and wasn’t afraid to use it, whereas Cara was quieter and more reserved, but always had our backs.
“Maybe it’s because we have bigger balls than you,” Clover had replied to the kid, with a cocky smirk.
The kid got angry and tried to hit her, so of course I stepped in and taught him a lesson. No one hurts my girls.
No one except me, apparently.
I contemplated telling Clover the truth right before everything went down with the Forgotten Children, but then shit hit the fan and I was gone for weeks. By the time I got back and had a chance, everyone had made up their minds about me, and I took the easy way out and let them.
I know this is all my doing, but it still hurts.
I think about the Wind Dragons, where we’ve been, where we are and where I want to lead us. The club went through so much, with a few of the members doing time behind bars, like Arrow and Irish. But no matter what, they all stayed loyal to each other, and they would go to the end of the earth to protect the extended family they’ve created.
Am I setting myself up for failure by wanting the same kind of club I grew up around as a kid? A ride-or-die club of men who have each other’s backs and have a genuine bond that will never end? I wonder if the men I’ve surrounded myself with are going to be as loyal to me and the club as past members were. When all of the older generation steps away, what will we have left? And will it be enough? It takes a certain type of man to live and breathe this life, and I hope that kind still exists in the younger members.