I couldn't help but feel turned on as well. How sick was that, to allow Sax to take me the way that he was, without feeling? His breathing turned harsh, and a hand found its way to my clit. He rubbed and pinched it.
"Come… again… Baby!" he said between thrusts.
The sound of his voice told me that he was getting ready to come. I clenched down hard on his cock, satisfied to hear his grunt. He tilted my hips until his cock hit all the right places. The friction became too much, and my orgasm shrouded me in a mind-blowing, earth-shattering mess that left me twitching and gasping for air.
"Oh, shhhit!" I heard Sax swear, and then he held himself still as he flooded my insides with his warm cum. Every release from his cock dragged a groan from him.
I squeezed as hard as I could around his girth, enjoying the feel of his cock as it swelled against my walls and continued to spill. But the bliss didn't last long as it slowly dawned on me that he hadn't used a condom. When we'd been together we'd used both condoms and the pill, and now that he was fucking whores…
"Oh, no," I muttered beneath my breath, angry at myself for being so careless. I collapsed onto the bed. "I'm going to have to get checked after this."
Chapter 13
Sax
"What the fuck?"
I pulled out and rolled off Holly. Fucking her had been the last thing on my mind when I’d come here. No, that wasn't really true--fucking her was always on my mind.
I didn't want to admit it, but I still loved the woman.
I pulled the pillow behind me so that I could half-recline and turned my eyes on her. She was covered in sweat and her hair was a mess. Some of the wayward strands were clinging to her damp skin. I reached forward and tugged one that was sticking to the side of her neck, blowing gently on her skin. She slowly turned to look in my direction. The sadness in her eyes caught me by surprise, and I could tell that she'd been crying.
Fuck.
"You didn't wear a condom," she explained.
I narrowed my eyes, thinking the worst. "Are you saying you're not on birth control?" I nearly yelled at her. Her eyes rounded, and the panic on her face was very real. "Fuck, Holly!"
"Don't you dare blame me for this!" She sat up, her whole body flushed, as she reached for the second pillow on her bed and brought it up in front of her. "And I said that I need to get checked because you're fucking whores now. No telling what kind of disease—"
I stared at her, not about to confess that I'd led her to believe that I'd moved on simply to hurt her. I was angry as fuck that she wasn't on birth control. "You're the only woman I've ever fucked bare." I could tell that this wasn’t the response she’d been hoping for. "And you've always been on birth control."
"That was then, this is now," was her maddening response.
There was more, I knew there was. I knew Holly, and she hadn't shifted her eyes away from me fast enough to disguise the guilt in them. Interesting. What did she have to feel guilty about? I was in trouble, because the fact that she wasn't on birth control didn't stop me from wanting her again, and right fucking now. Afraid that I'd do just that, I left the bed and went to get my pants. I jerked them on and didn't turn back to her until I was doing them up.
"Get dressed. We need to get out of here." I grabbed for my boots and sat on the end of the bed.
"I was ready," she said quietly behind me. I felt the bed bounce slightly with her movements.
"And get back on birth control."
"You can't tell me what to do, Sax."
I stood and watched her as she walked around naked, snatching up clothes. Fuck, I liked what having a kid had done to her curves. Her full tits bounced with her brisk movements and turned my dick hard again. A smirk curled my mouth when she picked up her ruined blouse. She held it up for inspection, and then tossed it aside with a sigh and walked to her closet. My dick punched against my zipper at the sight of her shapely ass as she picked through her hanging clothes.
Holly was comfortable being naked in front of me, and for a minute I forgot that we weren't together anymore. I fought the urge to go up to her, lower my zipper, and take out my dick and bend her over for a quick, hard fuck. Jesus, I’d just gotten off, but the thought of losing myself in her again made me reach down to adjust my boner.
"You know what I find interesting, Baby?" She turned from the closet with a shirt in her hands. "That you broke shit off between us, yet you still let me fuck you."
She huffed. "I have needs, too."
"Are you saying you're letting me use you to scratch an itch?" She slipped the shirt over her head, hiding her fantastic tits from me. It was the kind that hung low, exposing one, sexy shoulder.
Holly stared at me for a minute, her eyes filled with hurt. "The sex has always been good between us, Sax."
An inadequate answer if I’d ever heard one. "Even hate sex?" I smirked. "Because I have to tell you, Baby, unless the word ‘no’ comes out of your mouth, I'm going to continue fucking you."
"So you really do hate me?" She cast her eyes downward, as if she were afraid of what she'd see in mine.
I barely made out the words, she spoke so low. I steeled myself from the regret I detected in her voice. She was the one who'd ruined us, and I would never understand it.
"I told you how I felt the other day." I didn't want to repeat the lie that I'd grated down into her face. I would never hate her.
After a few seconds of silence, I barked, "What? Nothing to say to that?"
She moved away to where her pants were. "There's nothing I can say," she admitted, slipping into a pair of panties. "Except that I ruined a good thing."
Ruined a good thing? "Understatement."
She pulled her pants on. They were old jeans, and tight as sin after the few pounds she'd put on. My mouth watered at the way they outlined the perfect curves of her ass.
"Is this suitcase ready to go?" I had to get away from her for a minute.
"Yes." She sat down on the bed to slip into her sneakers.
I grabbed it and headed out to put it into her car. Christ, a year ago, after the sexual assault, she'd told me that she’d needed time and that I should just move on, but now she was still letting me in her pants. That was a serious contradiction in my book. I'd wanted to help her deal with what she'd gone through. She was my woman, and I'd felt a measure of blame for what she’d suffered because I hadn't protected her. So I'd kept my distance physically, knowing that she would probably need time before she’d want me to touch her again, and had supported her emotionally. Fuck, the whole club had been there for her. But it hadn't been enough.
We needed to get to the clubhouse where Holly would be safe. We, including the Vegas Watchdogs, were going to war, and we were going to hit the Knights fast and hard. Both MCs wanted those little fuckers gone, and not just out of Nevada. They'd hit six of our businesses in one night, which had resulted in the deaths of innocent bystanders and two of Trip's brothers. Demon had called an emergency meeting, and the two clubs had hatched out the details of going to war.