Bulldog (Heartlands Motorcycle Club Book 11) Page 3

  Bulldog

  Her body spasms around me, and I’m climbing up between her legs, ready to drive my cock deep inside her. I reach for the condom on the side table, thankful that I stopped and bought them on my way home tonight. Fuck, I’d take her without one, but I know she wouldn’t want that, not yet. But soon.

  I slide the rubber over myself and position myself back between her legs. She’s looking at me like she’s high, and my chest bows a little knowing that I did that to her. I bring my hand to the side of her face, cupping her jaw. “You with me?”

  She smiles and nods her head.

  “I can’t wait any longer, Kate. I have to get inside you.”

  Her smile deepens, and she opens her legs to me in assurance.

  I line myself up and pause before I sink into her. I’m already filling the rubber with precum and I want to be inside her more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life. But I’m holding myself back for pure self-preservation. Every wall that I put up is about to be taken down. Whether she realizes it or not, she’s about to destroy any resolve I have of keeping my distance. Once I’m inside her, there won’t be any coming back from that. I know it. Deep in my chest, I feel it.

  So I take a deep breath, hold on to her hips, and plunge deep inside her as her pussy grips on to me and in a sense, makes me hers.

  Once I’m seated, her eyes snap open, and she’s fully alert now. She’s looking up at me and I can tell by the look on her face she feels it too. This isn’t two people having fun for the night. This isn’t a one-night stand. This is more, way more than either one of us can fully comprehend right now. So I move. I pull almost all the way out and then plunge into her again.

  Her hands come up, touching my shoulders, my arms, across my back, until finally, I grab on to them and hold them over her head on the mattress. She lies there, lifting her hips up to meet me at every thrust, and I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and right now, I’m making her mine. There will never be another man in her life, and there will never be another woman in mine. This is it.

  My face is tense and my whole body is pulled tight. She tilts her head to the side. “Come, Bull. I want to feel you throb inside me,” she says.

  And then I do. I come, pounding into her until I’m fully spent, and I fall down on top of her.

  We lie there, breathless for so long I wonder if my heart is ever going to return to its normal pattern. I pull the condom off, tying the end and dropping it in the waste basket next to the bed. I then pull her to me and hold her there. She’s the first to speak. “So I guess I should go.”

  And now, my heart doesn’t just slow down. It damn well stops. I already have my arms and legs around her, but I pull her closer into my embrace. “No, you’re staying.”

  She lifts her head from my shoulder and looks up at me. “I’m staying, huh?” And I can tell she’s fighting with herself to be indignant that I’m telling her what to do and then also wanting to listen to what I say.

  “Oh, yeah, you’re staying. I’m not done with you,” I tell her and refrain from telling her I never will be.

  She does look indignant then. “Done with me?” She smiles and grinds her pussy into my leg that is between hers. “What else do you have planned?”

  I pull her on top of me until she’s straddling my hips. “Baby, I’m just getting started.”

  I can tell she’s surprised when she feels my cock, already hard again, pressing against her ass, but I pull her down to me, wanting her lips on mine before I take her again… and then again.

  7

  Kate

  He didn’t seem to have a problem with my body. He even made me feel sexy, so sexy that I risk going to the kitchen to get a glass of water in only his T-shirt since it’s all I can find without making too much noise and waking him up the next day. I would say morning, but looking at my watch, I see that it’s already past noon.

  I know I should get out of here. My one-night rule seems to have been put to the side because every time I mentioned leaving, he would take my mind off it by another round of sex. How in the world he did what he did last night is beyond me, but I enjoyed every second of it.

  I bring the glass to my lips, planning to take a sip, but instead I chug it. I look around the kitchen and am surprised to see that it isn’t a bachelor pigsty full of dirty dishes and junk food.

  I bring another full glass of water to my lips and can’t help but wonder if he drank something or maybe was on something last night. Will he regret sex with me in the sobering light of the day?

  I sip at this glass and freeze when I hear him come into the kitchen behind me.

  “You look good in my shirt,” he says as his arms come around me and his lips nibble on my ear. His hands come up to cup my breasts and I see the tattoos on his knuckles. LOVE HARD.

  When I don’t say anything, he nuzzles my neck with the stubble of his beard. His cock, hard once again, is pressed into my backside.

  Truly confused, I ask him. “I thought I wore you out last night. How can you be hard again?”

  “Am I hard?” he asks me, pushing my shoulder down, bending me over, and slipping into me from behind. “Am I?”

  And just like that, he’s stolen my breath and any question about him wanting me in the full light of day.

  It was round three last night that we had the talk and agreed we were both safe to go without a condom, and I’m glad we did. I try not let it weigh too heavily on me how much trust I’m putting into him, but I forget any doubts as he moves in and out of me.

  I moan as he fills me up, and it’s like he takes great pleasure in those sounds because when I make them, he does whatever he’s doing again, but harder… and deeper.

  Bulldog

  Fuck, I could take this woman back to bed and stay inside her forever. She’s moaning and already I’m about to come. She does that to me. Fuck, I could come just looking at her.

  “You’re so tight, Kate. Fuck, you feel so good. I could stay like this all day, touching you, just like this.”

  She moans, and her cunt gets hotter and wetter for me. “You like that, don’t you? You like it when I talk dirty to you.”

  Her body trembles, and she starts moving back and forth, pushing her ass against me.

  “Fuck yeah, you do. You like my cock inside you. You know you can control me, don’t you? You could make me do anything right now, Kate. This pussy is my master,” I tell her as I reach around and apply pressure to her clit. She comes undone then, bucking at me until I’m coming and filling her up.

  8

  Kate

  Bulldog calling me out on how hot I get for him has me sort of panicking when the afterglow wears off. I get up when he goes in search of pants, and I start making scrambled eggs. He comes in and takes over and also makes some pancakes.

  “Your house is very neat and isn’t what I was expecting,” I tell him, trying to fill the silence, wondering if I should be going now. And before I can stop myself, I utter the words and even I can hear the jealousy in them. “You must bring a lot of women back to your place and LOVE them Hard like your tattoo says. But I’m not going to forget you. You were incredible.”

  He sets the plate down in front of me. “I rarely allow women to come to my house and the few times I have I’ve never fed them.”

  “Why not?” I can’t stop myself from asking.

  He shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t want them to think they can come back without an invitation.”

  I blush and smile at him. “Well, I feel special then. I wish I could come back and keep having mind-blowing sex with you. That would be the life.” I take a bite of the perfect pancake and moan around the taste on my lips. I know I’m hungry, but the pancake he made is probably the best thing I’ve had in a while.

  But Bulldog invades my thoughts. “Why can’t you?”

  Bulldog

  She looks as if she is either stunned or didn’t hear what I said. “Why can’t you come back?”
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  If she’s married or has a boyfriend, she won’t for long. I don’t know where her head’s at, but last night just doesn’t happen. We were good together. Too good to just chalk it up to a one-night stand.

  She shrugs her shoulders. “I’ve got a boring, secure life that I worked my ass off for, I’m not a partier or a biker girl. Hell, I’m not even a girl. I’m a woman who’s old enough to be your mother if I’d started having babies at sixteen.”

  The age thing again. Fuck that!

  I reach across the table and grab on to her hand. “I’ve lived more than you have in my twenty-four years. While you’re sitting here getting all hung up on numbers why don’t you consider that I’ve fought in wars overseas and here at home? I’ve lost more friends to war than most people dare to even make. I know how short life can be and I know myself well enough to trust my instincts. Right now, they’re telling me that you and I aren’t finished yet. I want more and I always go after what I want. Life is too short for anything less.”

  Somewhere in that speech her hand turned in mine and she’s holding me now. Her face is red and I’m hoping that my sermon hit home with her. She can say whatever, but it doesn’t matter how old she is or how old I am. This, whatever this is happening between us, is good.

  She shakes her head. “You’re right. You’ve truly lived while I’ve been playing it safe. It makes sense when you say it.” And she stops there, but I can tell she has more to say. It’s plain on her face that the real world, at least hers, won’t accept us. That’s why I need to show her mine.

  I spend the rest of breakfast talking to her and getting to know her. We talk about work, our likes and dislikes, and it’s surprising how easy it is to talk to her when our lives are so different.

  It’s Saturday, and I have no intention of letting her slip away before I finish making the lasting impression that I intend to make on her. I need to show her what my world is like so she’ll see how it isn’t all she thinks it is, or maybe that it’ll be all she thinks it is and more, but as long as I can show her that she’ll fit in just fine by my side, we might have a chance of something lasting.

  “Let’s go out for a ride. And then maybe to the club to meet some of my friends.”

  As soon as I say the words, I can tell she’s searching for a way to say no. “Look, if you don’t want to, that’s fine. But I promise you’ll have fun. And I promise you’ll love my friends.”

  It takes some urging, but finally she agrees. I go out to her car and grab a bag she left in there last night and leave her to shower and get ready while I do the same in the other bathroom. I would give anything to just join her, but I can tell that she needs her space right now, and I need to prove to her that this is more than just sex.

  When she comes out in jeans and a T-shirt, I walk up to her and turn her around, instantly cupping her shapely ass. “Be warned. I’m not going to be able to keep my hands to myself tonight.”

  She just smiles, leaning into my caress. I tug on her hand, pulling her to the door before I change my mind and decide to just keep her here, chained to my bed for the rest of eternity.

  She stops in front of my bike and looks at it skeptically. “I’m not getting on that. I like to live.”

  Her little nose is turned up at the idea of getting on my bike, and I would make fun of her, but this is too important. “C’mon. You trust me, don’t you?”

  She wants to say no, anything to stop her from getting on the back of the bike, but she doesn’t. “Yes,” she mutters.

  “Good.” I sit down on the bike and scoot forward, raising it upright. I hold my hand out to her, hoping she doesn’t turn me down. “One ride. If you don’t like it, we’ll come back and get my truck.”

  Finally she agrees and gets onto the back. As soon as she sits down, I grab on to her thighs and pull her into me, until I can feel every inch of her pressed against my back.

  “Ah, I see why you wanted to ride the bike,” she jokes, sliding her hand down my chest and letting it settle low on my belly, her knuckles grazing against my crotch.

  I cup her hand, holding her against me. “You keep this up, we won’t be going anywhere but back to my bedroom.”

  She laughs and pulls her hand away. “No way, mister. You promised me a ride, so you’re giving me one.”

  She was worried a second ago and now she seems to be looking forward to it. So before she can change her mind, I start the bike, pull out of the driveway, and head straight to Hollow Oak Hill.

  It takes twenty minutes to get there, but only because I’m taking it slow. When I stop, with the view of Hollow Lake in front of us, you can’t help but take in the beauty of it all. There’s a sigh at my back and I ask her, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

  She nods her head, but still doesn’t say a thing.

  “You want to get off and stretch your legs or ride some more?”

  I hold my breath, waiting for her answer. Her thighs tighten around me. “I think I’d like to ride some more.”

  I squeeze her hand at my chest before taking off again. We ride all the back roads and down into town before circling back and ending up at the Ride or Die.

  When she gets off, her legs start to buckle, and she would fall to the ground if I wasn’t there to hold on to her. As soon as I have her upright, she’s looking up at the sign for the bar. “This isn’t a good idea. I mean, look at me. My hair’s a mess, I’m a mess…”

  She’s running her fingers through her ponytail, trying to show me what a mess she is, but in my eyes, she’s perfection.

  “You’re perfect,” I tell her, holding her to me. I’ve discovered that if I have her in my arms, she’s more likely to do what I ask. “Come in with me.”

  She takes a deep breath and pulls back her shoulders. “Fine, let’s go.”

  I have no qualms on how my brothers will react to Kate. I hold her hand and keep her near me, wanting her to know that no matter what, she’s safe with me.

  Luckily, Roxy and Gage are here tonight, and they hang out with us. I turn down the beer that Peaches, the new bartender, is offering me and go with water instead. I’m driving around precious cargo and I know I need to keep a clear head.

  Kate is a bundle of nerves, but Roxy makes her feel right at home. They spend a lot of time talking, and although I can’t hear them, it must be something good by the way Kate is smiling at me. Even when I pull her to my lap, she doesn’t resist. She just melts into me with one arm around my back and the other on my chest.

  Roxy is complaining about the music. Conley, the club president, loves his seventies rock. Roxy goes to the jukebox and comes back as a new popular dance song comes on. “Conley isn’t happy that I’m trying to update his music selection, but he did compromise and lets me play a few current hits a night. Let’s dance, Kate.”

  Roxy doesn’t even give Kate a chance to refuse. She pulls her from my lap and I barely get a kiss before she’s on the dance floor. I don’t take my eyes off her. She’s having fun and I’m so glad that I brought her here. It’s nice to see her let loose.

  “Earth to Bulldog. Come in.” I shake my head as Gage waves his hand in front of my face.

  “Sorry,” I mutter, still watching Kate.

  “You can take your eyes off her. Everyone saw you come in with her, and no one is going to mess with her,” Gage says.

  I take my eyes off Kate and look over at Gage. I can’t help but smirk. “Really? Is that why you can’t take your eyes off Roxy, Mr. Vice President?”

  He laughs and shrugs his shoulders. “She’s a lot better than looking at your ugly mug.”

  I don’t disagree with him. Instead I get down to business. “How’s it going? Anything I need to know?”

  There’s a vein throbbing in his forehead, so I know there’s something going on, even though he’s trying to act like he’s just having a night out with his wife and the mother of his child. “Yeah. No matter how much we try to stay clean, our past keeps catching up with us. The Blue Devils are encroaching o
n our territory. We’ve spotted them in town a few times, and although they haven’t tried anything, I know something’s coming. I can feel it in my gut.”

  I know exactly what he’s talking about. I’ve learned to trust my gut over the years and it’s never steered me wrong. “I’ll keep an eye out. Let me know if I need to do anything.”

  We sit there and talk about the happenings in the club before a slow song comes on. I get up and walk out to the dance floor and open my arms, and Kate instantly steps into them. Gage does the same with Roxy. I never thought I’d see the day when our gruff vice would be on the dance floor, but I’ve learned that women can do some amazing things to a man in love.

  Kate running her hands up my chest brings me back to the present. She looks so happy, so at ease, and I wish I could keep her like this always. She doesn’t have to tell me that our worlds are different. I know they are. My world accepts us, no questions asked. The men of the Heartlands would defend her to the death if I asked them to. But her world? I have a feeling it’s not going to be the same. She can try to shy away from this all she wants, but it’s happening. We’re happening.

  9

  Kate

  I stretch in my bed and snuggle into Bull’s heat. He’s right; last night was perfect. We had a good time. If his friends had any qualms about my age, they sure didn’t show it. They all went out of their way to make me feel welcome. Gage, Roxy, Ranger, Jaxon, Beckham, all the names started running together. They were a wild bunch, but it’s obvious they care about each other like family.