Bulldog (Heartlands Motorcycle Club Book 11) Page 2
When he pulls away, we’re both gasping for breath, and I know I’m looking at him like he has a third eye or something, but sweet Mary, I’ve never been kissed like that before.
Finally, lifting from my daze, I realize that the reason he stopped was because of all the catcalls. The bikers are all laughing and making noise. I look back at my table of friends and all three of them are watching us with stunned looks on their faces.
I put my hands on his chest and push away from him, forcing myself to put some distance between us. But he doesn’t let me go far. He holds his hand out to me. “Let me have your phone.”
I don’t even question him; I pull it out of my pocket and hand to him. As he types into it, he says, “I like it that you’re being safe and not handing out your address. I’m going to text myself from your phone so I have your number.”
It doesn’t even register with me that maybe I shouldn’t have given him my phone. I’m still too messed up and need to recover. He walks me back to the table before bending over and kissing my cheek. “Thanks for the dance… and the kiss.”
4
Kate
The rest of the night is a blur. When he brought me back to the table, kissed me on the cheek, and walked away, I almost got up and followed him. But common sense prevailed. No matter how sexy he is, no matter how good the man can kiss, there’s nothing that can come of it. My friends all go crazy and even call me cougar a few times, and even though I laugh, it still hurts a little.
I try to keep my eyes off him, but they keep straying over to the door where he’s standing. And every time I look that way, he’s staring right at me, and even across the room, I can see the heat in his eyes.
I finally call it a night when all three of my friends have had one too many. Carrie has had way too many and can barely walk at this point.
Bull shows up as if on cue and helps me get my friends to my car. It’s a struggle, and I’m sure I should be embarrassed by how loud and rowdy they are being. The irony hits me that of the whole night, we’re the ones that have caused the ruckus at the bar, not any of the bikers.
Once they’re all in my car, I thank Bull for helping me again. But he doesn’t say anything; he just pulls me in for another kiss that has me melting against him. His hands slide up my waist and he teases my nipple through my clothes. I gasp, but all that does is give him more access, and he deepens the kiss and his finger rolls against my hard peak.
If I had a lucid thought I’d pull away. I know I should be offended, but I can’t, and I don’t. If anything, I push my breast into his hand, and he squeezes me. My head falls back with a loud groan.
He’s smiling at me. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. “Call me, Kate.” The demand makes him seem mature beyond his years.
When I get into my car, luckily all three of my friends seem to be passed out and missed out on my little display with Bull. I take them all to their houses and by the time I get home, it’s late. Walking into the house, I know I should be tired. But my body is still vibrating with desire for Bulldog. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone so much.
I pick up my phone and look at the name he put into it. Bull. I have his number right here. I know there’s nothing that can come of this. I know it would only be one night. Darn, I’ve never done a one-night stand before. Heck, I haven’t dated or even seen anyone else naked except for my ex-husband. I put the phone down on the counter. I can’t do this.
I walk away, but I only get three steps before I’m turning around and running back to the counter. I pick up the phone and start to pace. It’s a one-night fling. A single time I can look back on and know that I had some fun and kicked up my heels. I can let myself go and have some fun one night. It’s not going to hurt anyone.
I’m not as into texting as his generation, but I figure it’s appropriate to see if he’s still awake.
Hey, I text him.
Shoot, and then I text him again, This is Kate. From the bar. Tonight.
I hit send and then put my hand to my head. Smooth, Kate. Real smooth.
His response is immediate. I want to see you.
I don’t even know how to flirt or be coy. Can I come to you?
Almost immediately I get a text with an address. And then another one that just says Hurry.
I fast walk to my bedroom and decide to shower before I leave. I put on my sexiest bra and panties since I figure it’ll be the best I can do to compete with the younger, tighter, more agile bodies he’s no doubt used to.
Bulldog
What is taking her so long?
I’m standing on my porch, looking up and down the road, hoping to see her car lights soon. It seems like it’s been hours since she texted me, but in reality, it’s only been thirty minutes.
I reach down and adjust myself. I’m hard enough to use my dick as a fucking jackhammer.
It’s almost like I can still feel her in my arms. The way she melted against me on the dance floor and then again by her car, I’d wanted to fuck her both times right where we stood. The ways she kissed me, savoring every stroke of my tongue and tasting me like she was starving for me, made me so hard I couldn’t believe how close I was to losing all control. And that’s not me. I never lose control. In the military, I was trained to always keep my cool and to never lose my edge. But all of that went out the fucking window when I laid eyes on her tonight.
It was hard enough waiting on her to contact me. I knew I shouldn’t push her. She didn’t seem the type to like being pressured. But I’d been all of five minutes away from getting a track on her phone and going to her house before she’d texted me.
Her coming to me will make her more comfortable, so I’m willing to wait because I have no intention of taking what I want and skipping out the next morning. No, I already know I want something more than a one-night stand with Kate. I just hope she sees past my tattoos and hard exterior and gives me a real chance.
5
Kate
I drive to his address, which takes me back over into the rougher area of town near the bar. I park my car and look around nervously. There are no neighbors, and I am out in the middle of nowhere. I almost chicken out and go home until I spot Bull standing on his porch, his arms crossed, staring at me.
I no sooner turn off my car and my headlights than he’s at my door, opening it for me and helping me out.
“What took you so fuckin’ long?” he asks in a deep, raspy voice that sends a thrill of danger down my spine as he shuts the door, takes the keys from my hand, locks up the car, and arms the alarm.
“I… took a shower.”
He gets a smirk on his face like I said something funny and takes me into his house. I look around the place briefly. It’s clean. Bare, but clean.
I put my hand on the back of his couch, like it’s going to steady me. “I, uh, don’t normally do this.”
He laughs again, and I watch as he puts my keys in his pocket. “I figured that out already. Do you want something to drink?”
“No. No, thank you,” I tell him and my mind starts to go crazy. What was I thinking? He could put anything in my drink and no one knows where I am. No one would even know I’m missing until Sunday night when my daughter comes home.
It’s really starting to sink in that I’ve taken a huge risk coming to his place like I did.
Bulldog
I can see the wheels turning in her head again. That responsible part of her that has kept her being careful is no doubt sounding the alarm when it comes to me, and I know it. I don’t want her to think and talk herself out of being with me. I can see she’s attracted to me, and it’s strong enough she’s already broken all her safety rules by coming to my house by herself in the first place.
That’s good because the way I’m feeling like I’m going to burst at the seams if I don’t bury my cock in her any second is going against my own rules. Going after a woman that I see as more than just a piece of ass has always been a red flag. It’s how a man gets himself tied down and let
s his guard down.
But I know that Kate is different. She’s not just different, she’s the one I want to let in past the walls. I can’t explain it, I can’t even begin to try, but I know it’s the truth.
I grip her hand and thread our fingers together. I hold them up, looking at them. Mine are hard and callused and hers are soft and feminine, but they fit together perfectly. Just like I know the rest of us will.
“You showered before you came over, why?” I ask, wanting to watch her squirm just a moment longer.
She stammers, saying something about preferring to be clean as I smile down at her. She tries to back away from me, but I just follow her, smiling. When the back of her legs bump into the table, I reach down and take two handfuls of her skirt and pull it up slowly until it’s around her waist.
I slide my hand down the front of her body and cup her panty-clad pussy. She’s already wet. “Are you trying to hide how wet you are for me?”
I massage my fingers against her, and she’s gasping, unable to even answer me. I kiss her lips and her neck, loving the way her breasts are peaked and pressing against my chest.
I kiss down her neck and have to will myself to stop there. I pull away to look at her. Her eyes are closed, lips swollen, and only when I’ve been staring down at her a few seconds does she finally open her eyes.
“What? Why’d you stop?” she asks, still dazed.
When I pick her up, her arms and legs go around me, and I hold on to her ass and hips to keep her up against me. I stride down the hallway and to the bedroom. I want to throw her onto the bed and dive between her legs, but I don’t. Instead I take a seat on the bed and hold her, still straddling me. My dick is painfully stretched against the material of my jeans, but I don’t try to adjust. It’s like I don’t want to make the wrong move here. “I stopped because I know you’re a little worried about being here, not knowing me. I saw you second guessing yourself and I don’t want that to be between us. So call or send a text to whoever you want to, let them know where you’re at.” I take a deep breath, taking in the small turn of her nose and the freckles on her face that she tried to hide with makeup but I can still see. I bring my hands up her back and rest on her neck, forcing her to look at me. “Because I want you, Kate. You can leave if that’s what you want to do, but don’t think I’m letting you go. I won’t stop until I have you. Until I’ve buried my dick so deep inside you there’s no way you’re going to forget who I am.”
She’s stubborn, and she lifts her chin at me, almost defiantly. I try to stop the smirk on my face, and I hide it, barely. Without even blinking, she says, “I’m here because I want to be. I’m here because I want to have a good time. It’s one night and then I go back to my world. There won’t be anything more between us than whatever happens here tonight.”
The glint in her eyes tells me that she believes what she’s saying. So she’s giving me one night. That’s it. That’s all she wants from me. Fine. Challenge accepted. Now I only need to prove her wrong, because after one taste, I know this is going to be more.
6
Kate
He looks like he may argue with me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he lifts me off his lap, and I panic for a minute. Is he pushing me out the door? That’s the exact opposite of what I want. I mean, I just told him I wanted a one-night stand. Isn’t that what most men would dream of hearing?
I start to turn, but he stops me. “Take your clothes off for me.”
I cross my arms on my chest. “You sure are bossy.”
He shrugs his shoulders. “It’s the army in me.”
“You were in the army? I should have guessed that.” He does have that air about him. He’s disciplined and in control.
“Yes, now take your clothes off.”
He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, and I reach for the light switch, but he stands up to stop me. “No, lights on. Like you said, if it’s one night, I want it all. I want to touch and taste every crevice of your body and I need the lights to do that.”
I shiver at his words. I already know what he can do with that tongue and the thought of it on me has me literally shaking as I stand here and take in his words. I could walk out of here. That’s what I should do, and a part of me wants to. I know I look different than the women he is usually with. I saw the woman at the bar earlier rubbing his arm and practically begging for him. But I don’t move. The fire in his eyes is like a dare to me and the way my body trembles and aches with just him looking at me reminds me that I’m not going anywhere. I want this. I need this.
My skirt is still bunched around my hips, and I unzip it, kicking off my shoes and then sliding the material down my legs. I don’t look at him, because if he’s disappointed I don’t want to see it. I look at a nail on the wall and focus on it. I finish undressing, pulling my shirt over my head and then letting my hands fall to my sides, thankful that I put on the prettiest bra and panties I have.
He’s so quiet and doesn’t say a word. He moves, taking a step toward me, and my body jerks a little like he’s an electric force pulling me in. But still I don’t look at him. I can’t.
His hands come out, and his finger touches one of my hard nipples. I bite my lip, but I still don’t look at him.
His other hand slides down my shoulder and arm, and then he grabs on to my hand. He pulls me toward him and places my hand over the huge bulge in the front of his pants. As soon as I touch him, he groans, and my eyes snap to his.
He smiles, but almost painfully. “That got your attention. Why won’t you look at me? Wishing I was someone else?”
I search his eyes and see the muscles in his cheek flex. Is he for real?
I shake my head and then ask him the same. “No. You wishing I was someone else?”
He then shakes his head. “No. I haven’t thought of another woman since you walked into the Ride or Die. You’re the one I want.”
Instinctively, I move closer to him and grip his hard package more firmly in my hand. “I’ll give you that. You’re a smooth talker.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t want to talk anymore. I want to taste you.”
“And I want to see you now,” I tell him, releasing him and tugging at his shirt. He doesn’t stop me. I pull it up and he holds his arms up to let me pull it over his head. His chest is hard and the muscles ripple as he moves to help me get the shirt off. I barely drop the shirt to the floor and my hands are on his body, exploring him. He lets me, but not as much as I want.
He stops my hands and holds them against his chest. “It’s been a while, and if you want me to last any time at all, you’re going to have to quit touching me.”
I roll my eyes. “You don’t have to lie to me. I’m here already.”
He reaches behind me and undoes my bra. “I won’t lie to you. Even to get what I want.”
He pulls the straps off my shoulders and down my arms before tossing it to the chair on the other side of the room. I want to cover myself, or at least cup my breasts and lift them up. I don’t have the same breasts I did in my twenties. Gravity has hit and I’m not too comfortable standing here in front of his perfect specimen of a body with my what could be considered droopy boobs.
As soon as I start to raise my hands, he stops me, grabbing on to each one. “Is this how we’re going to do this? You going to try and hide each part of your body I uncover?”
I could lie to him, but I don’t. “Probably,” I tell him honestly.
He releases one of my hands and cups my breast, flicking his thumb across the hard peak. “No more hiding, Kate, 'cause I want to see it all.”
He’s being honest. I can tell by the way his eyes have darkened that he wants me. Regardless what I think I look like, he’s looking at me like a cake that he can’t wait to devour.
I let my body soften at his words and finally nod my head, giving in to him.
He pulls his pants and underwear down in one swoop and I look down at his length as it springs between us. He’s large and throbbing for me. But befor
e I can reach for him, he has his fingers in the side of my panties and he’s sliding them down my hips. I step out of them and he lays me back on the bed.
He stares down at me for the longest time. He’s stroking his cock and pre cum leaks out of the tip and falls down to my belly like a hot spark. I reach down and find it, rubbing it into my skin. He smiles then, a big smile that takes up his face. My whole body is vibrating, wondering where he’s going to touch me first. When he bends over and touches his lips to mine, I lift my legs around his waist and hold on to him. His tongue plunges into my mouth, and he mimics the movement with his hips. He slides down my body, kissing along the way, doing exactly what he said he was going to do, tasting every inch of me until he has his head planted between my legs and he’s breathing me in.
My legs squeeze around his neck, all my insecurities rearing their ugly head again. That is, until he touches me. When his tongue strokes along my hot, swollen slit, my legs fall apart and I lose all sense of reality. He tunnels his tongue in and out of me, tasting me, devouring me, savoring me by the sounds of it. His hand comes up between us, and when he’s circling my bundle of nerves with his finger, I about come off the bed at the sensation.
He’s bringing every want, every need I’ve ever had to the surface, and he’s satisfying me in a way that has never happened before. I don’t have to tell him to the left or the right, it’s like he knows exactly where and how I need to be touched. When I feel it, my legs raise up, my feet curl, and there’s a tug in my lower belly. Already, I’m about to come. I try to back away because I know if already he’s eliciting all these feelings in me, I’m not ready for what else he can do. I try to back away, but his arm comes down on my hips, and he raises his head. His chin is dripping with my juices and his eyes are glazed over. “Honey, if you want me to stop, tell me. But I’m begging you to let me finish. Fuck, you taste so good.” And when he licks his lips, it does it. My body reacts and I barely scream out, “yes” before he’s diving between my legs, and I’m coming on his face.