Page 10 of Blood & Honey (Saint’s Outlaws MC: Deadman’s Beach, AL #2)

Chapter Nine

Blood’s sudden shift of mood once we’re out of his truck sends a wave of fear through me.

His grip on my hand is tight, almost painful.

I can see his jaw muscles working, and his eyes are hard, alert.

I don’t question him. I follow his lead as he pulls me into the clubhouse and directly up the stairs to his room without stopping.

He’s still in the same room as before. He never took over his father’s room.

Not that I can blame him. His father died in that room, but everywhere I look in this one all I can picture is him with other women. Most of all, my sister.

How many times did she lie in his bed while lying to him?

How many times did he fuck her in this room?

I wrap my arms around myself as he tosses some dirty laundry off the bed and moves a box of old pictures.

Are they of Shelby? Does he miss her? Does he still love her?

Does he wish Ash were his son? Is he only settling for me because I’m the closet thing he has to her?

“Hey?” he tilts my chin up, forcing my gaze on his. Unshed tears burn in the creases of my eyes, blurring my vision as they threaten to spill. “What’s got you so upset?”

“Why did you marry me?”

“You know why.”

“Right.” I nod. I guess he deserves credit for honesty. I mean, deep down I knew, but hearing him say it aloud hits harder. “And once you serve revenge on Shelby, then what?”

“I told you I didn’t mean most of the shit I was saying this morning. You’re not a drunken mistake.”

I want to believe him, but what if he is only using me to smoke her out?

“C’mere,” he beckons, curling a finger toward me as I stand by the door ready to run out it at any moment.

“Why?”

“Because I’ve finally got you alone.” He yanks me forward, pulling me down onto the bed with him.

His lips meet my neck, and I want nothing more than to be in this moment with him, but the ghost of his past with my sister haunts this room and my thoughts.

“I’ve been dying to do this since this morning when you were in nothing but your underwear.

” His fingers skim along my stomach, pushing my shirt up.

“Blood,” I say his name with conviction, stopping his movements.

He pulls away to look at me. “Did I do or say something wrong?”

“It’s not you…” My heart beats erratically as I chew over my words, choosing how I express my thoughts carefully. “I don’t want to be simply another girl you fuck in this room. This room…you…Shelby.” Her name is bitter on my tongue. I shake my head, emotion clogging my voice in my throat.

Guilt sweeps over his features as he closes his eyes and sucks in an audible breath. “You’re comparing the here and now to the past.”

“How can I not? She’s all I see when I look around. It wasn’t that long ago that I walked in on you with Felicia or whatever her name was.”

He runs his fingers through his dark hair. “I can’t change the past, and I won’t apologize for things that happened before you. I get it. You’re young, and this is all new, but we’ll make our own memories. Everyone before you is in the rearview.”

“Promise?”

“Babe, I come with a heavy past. I’m a sinner. A criminal who makes mistakes, but I need you to believe me when I say you’re not one of them. Not even close. And I wish I could say that Shelby was my greatest of all, but she led me here to this moment in this room with you.”

He strums a finger along my cheek.

And all I want is to believe his words are true.

Undeniable.

Hope flickers in his eyes and blooms in my chest. I press my lips to his and let go of my reservations. I bury Shelby’s ghost deep down and wrap the space she held in this room in chains.

Blood’s tongue slides against mine, soft and tender but not lacking heat.

I surrender to him and the connection burning between us.

If being with him makes me crazy, then lock me up and throw away the key. He yanks my top over my head, and I unbutton his jeans.

My nails score the muscular walls of his abdomen until I meet his happy trail.

I have everything to prove and everything to lose.

Being with Blood has to be what it is like to walk through the pearly gates in Heaven because right now he’s my God and I plan to worship every glorious inch of this man.

He licks a path from my neck to the valley between my breasts, down to my navel and back up again.

“Take this off.” His hot breath blows against my skin as he fiddles with the clasps on my bra before tossing it somewhere in the room.

Capturing one of my nipples with his mouth, his teeth graze the sensitive skin.

I arch my back and thread my fingers through his dark hair. His hungry eyes meet mine, and he lets out a guttural moan that rumbles against my fevered skin.

My filthy biker moves down, his fingers hooking on the waistband of my jeans, quickly discarding the denim. Then the dainty lace of my panties disappears in a flash.

He hurriedly undresses, and I take a moment to appreciate the beauty of all that is Zain Rogers. Tattooed with dark ink. Hard muscles. All man. All mine.

His molten gaze travels over my naked body, and the intensity I see raining down on me has me shivering in anticipation of where he will kiss me next. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls, pulling me to him, my bare smooth skin pressed against the hard planes of his muscle.

Blood’s mouth seeks out mine. He kisses me hard and rough. Deep and full of passion. The man kisses me silly until I’m dizzy. This time I want to make him feel good. I want to make him forget all about Shelby and any other woman who came before me.

I shove him to the side, taking him by surprise when I move to my knees and wrap my fingers around him. He may have to guide me in doing this the correct way, but I’m a fast learner.

My hand encircles his girth, my fingers barely touching. Hard and hot beneath my touch, he jolts when I lick the remaining length of him to the tip. His reaction sends a thrill through me. I want this. I want to make Blood mine in every sense of the word.

I’ve never been more turned on than I am now watching this tough man unravel at my touch.

“Are you sure?” his words come out breathy. His hand settles on my shoulder with a firm yet gentle grip. That dark intensity cloaks the green in his eyes.

“Oh yeah. I want to make you feel good,” I whisper, leaning forward, parting my lips ever so slightly as I kiss the tip and lick the pearly bead that’s forming there.

I hear his breath hitch in his throat as his eyes roll back. He digs his rough digits harder into my shoulder.

“Fuck, Ashley. Is this another first?”

“Mhmm,” I moan around him, taking him further between my lips, being mindful of my teeth. Reading romance novels has taught me that much.

I move slowly at first. I don’t truly have a clue what I’m doing, but I’m determined to bring him pleasure like he’s never experienced before. He groans, the sound low and rough. I adjust my movements to his reactions. Doing my best to learn what does it for him.

His other hand fists in my hair, giving gentle yanks, to set the pace as he thrusts, fucking my mouth. My jaws burn from stretching, and tears gather in the creases of my eyes.

“Such a pretty little thing taking my cock to the back of your throat,” he praises, pinching my nipple. “I’m not going to come in your mouth. Not tonight.”

He pops free from my mouth, giving me a reprieve.

His hands slip under my shoulders, and he pulls me up his body so I can straddle him, but he scoots down as he continues to move me toward his face. “Sit on my face.”

My cheeks redden, but I know with him I have no reason to be embarrassed.

I do as I’m told, and oh my God. Blood’s rough hands grip my thighs, and he kisses my pussy with his tongue like he kisses my mouth. Hot and wet, gentle but dominating at the same time.

I grip the headboard as I grind against his face.

“Sweet as honey,” he says, wiping his mouth against my inner thigh.

“Stop talking,” I tell him, wanting his mouth back on me.

“Bossy,” he says but does as I wish.