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CHAPTER FOUR

ALINA

This is insane. I’m insane. Fuck, I am taking a stranger back to my house to have sex with him! Not just any stranger either, but an outlaw biker! I have lost my damn mind. His large, rough hand squeezes my bare thigh, causing a surge of heat to my core. I can have this one moment of madness, right? This can be just part of the trauma I’ve gone through. It’s all part of the rebounding, mindless sex that comes from a break-up, right?

I spot my house up ahead and point to it. He pulls onto my drive, coming to a stop before he kills the engine. I move and get off his bike, my legs feeling a little shaky. After removing the helmet, he takes it from me and places it on top of his bike before he returns his attention to me. His fingers dance across my thighs as he grabs the hem of my skirt, pulling it back down. I stand there frozen to the spot, my hand gripping my house keys tightly. He smirks before he presses his mouth to mine briefly, snatching the keys from my hand before he grabs my hand in his other and leads me up the steps to my front door.

He unlocks the door and leads me inside, and that’s when it all becomes real.

I clear my throat before I remove my hand from his, trying to do my best to regain my composure. As I walk past him and through to the kitchen, I can’t help but put a little extra sway in my hips as I go. Feeling his gaze on my ass, I open the freezer and pull out a bottle of vodka and two glasses.

“Sorry, I don’t have any whiskey,” I apologise. My hand shakes a little as I pour, a sign that my nerves are getting the best of me. His warm hand covers mine that’s holding the bottle, and as I place the bottle back down on the counter, he turns me around to face him.

His body presses mine against the kitchen counter, his eyes searching my face as he lifts his hand to my face, his finger trailing along my jaw. “Tell me why you feel so nervous,” he demands, his voice low and thick with arousal; it sends a jolt through to my core.

I swallow, my mouth feeling dry. “You’re young, too young, and you’re a criminal. I know nothing about you, and yet I brought you back to my house so we could, so that we?—”

“So that we could fuck,” he growls, finishing my sentence. His hand moves around to my behind, finding the zip on my skirt. He quickly undoes it, and my skirt pools at my feet. His fingertips slowly glide over my behind, his touch leaving goosebumps in their wake. In a quick movement, he lifts me onto the counter, my hands gripping his shoulders in surprise. His hands cup my behind as he pulls me forward, caging himself between my legs as he presses his body to mine.

My lips part as I feel his hardness through his rough jeans. His fingers move to the button on my blouse, unbuttoning each button one by one. His eyes never leave mine until the last button is undone. My shirt falls open, and he looks down as he lightly glides my shirt over my shoulders. My heart is thumping in my chest, my body feels like it is on fire, and my core is craving his touch.

A deep growl radiates from within his chest as his gaze devours me. He shakes his head. “This,” he says, trailing his fingers over the lace of my bra at the swell of my breast. “Has been taunting me since you sat at the bar.” He continues to glide his fingers over my breast, circling my hardened nipple through the lace. My lips part as my breathing quickens in anticipation. “What do you need to know?” he asks, his voice rough.

“Huh?” I ask, unable to form a proper word.

He grins a devilish grin as he lowers himself to his knees. His breath tickles across my centre, and my hands grip the counter on either side of me.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my eyes going wide.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, his hands grab my thighs firmly as he presses his face against my centre, breathing me in. He releases a deep moan, and I tense, my eyes going wide as he looks up at me, that smile still playing on his lips. His fingers hook around my panties, his eyes still watching me as he yanks them down, ripping them clean off.

My mouth falls open in shock. He’s so close, I can feel the heat of his breath dance across my centre.

“My name is Hap, and I don’t go by my birth name. I was in the army from a young age, then I left and joined the Black Hearts. I have no convictions, and I have committed crimes, but I have just never been caught. Now, unless you tell me to stop, I’m about to consume this intoxicating pussy of yours, because baby, my mouth is watering, and I’m on my knees dying for a taste,” he says bluntly. I bite down on my bottom lip and give him a gentle nod, not sure what else he expects me to say to that. His grin widens. “You keep your eyes on me the entire time. I want to taste, feel, and see you come apart as I fuck you with my tongue,” he orders.

I open my mouth to say something in response, but all words and any thoughts I was having evaporate from my mind. The warm, powerful feeling of his tongue immediately sends pleasure through my body. I gasp as he moans, watching as he teasingly circles his tongue around my clit. He grins, and as he pushes my thighs further apart before burying his tongue inside me. I whimper as his mouth and tongue assaults my most intimate part. Pleasure shoots through my body, and the feeling is almost too much. My hips flex, trying to grind myself against him, needing more as the pleasure builds. He slides two fingers inside me as he moves his mouth solely to my clit. His fingers and tongue work in unison, and I can feel my muscles begin to tighten. My legs shake as my orgasm explodes through me. I throw my head back, crying out in pleasure like I’ve never felt before, allowing it to consume my entire body.

He continues to ride out my orgasm until my breathing slows.

I feel him move from between my legs, and a whimper escapes me at the loss of contact. As I look at him through hooded eyes, he stands before me, his lips coated in my juices. He seductively runs his tongue over his lips, letting out a deep groan. I watch on as he removes his cut, then his T-shirt, revealing his hard tanned, muscular body, which is covered in tattoos. My eyes drink him in. His dark, close hair is cut, dark stubble is decorated along his sharp jaw, and his blue eyes are fanned by thick black lashes. Not only is he incredibly good looking, but he has the body of a fucking god. He kicks off his boots and unbuttons his jeans, letting them fall to the floor, showing his huge, thick dick on display.

“Holy crap!” I blurt out. He chuckles. I was wrong; he doesn’t have the body of a god, he has the body of a huge god. I hadn’t realised I was staring at his junk until he took hold of my face firmly in his hand, forcing me to look at him.

“You ready for this, baby?” he asks.

My eyes flicker back down to his very large dick that is pressed against me, ready and waiting. “Yes, do you think it will fi—” I gasp as he thrusts forward, filling me. My eyes go wide. “Oh, god.” His eyes alight with amusement as he takes my mouth with his, thrusting in and out, swallowing my moans and whimpers as my body stretches to try and accommodate him. I hook my legs around his waist as he relentlessly pounds into me, and his hand grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. He fucks me over and over; the feeling of him driving into me a mixture of pain and pleasure. It’s a feeling I can’t get enough of, a feeling I don’t want to end, but I can’t keep my orgasm at bay. It builds and builds until I can’t contain it anymore. “Fuck, I can’t hold it back,” I pant. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and both of us are panting.

“Let it go, baby. Cum for me. Let me feel your tight little pussy milk my cock,” he growls through gritted teeth. His words cascade over me as he pounds into me, and as my walls clamp tight, he lets out a hiss. “Fuck, baby.” My orgasm hits me like lightning, and surging pleasure courses through every part of my body.

I arch my back, crying out. I see stars and fireworks behind my eyes, and fuck, it’s like the fourth of July as wave after wave of explosive pleasure takes over my body. His fingers dig deeper into my hips as he chases his own release. He slams into me hard one last time, and his body goes rigid as every muscle in his body tenses while he moans his release.

Both of us are now panting, trying to control our breaths. He leans in and softly takes my mouth before pulling out. I watch as he bends down and pulls up his jeans. Disappointment flickers through me, not wanting him to leave yet. He moves to my fridge and pulls out two bottles of water. I watch him, not sure what to say or what to do.

“Where’s your bedroom?” he asks.

“You’re not leaving?” I whisper.

The corners of his mouth tip up. “You want me to leave?” he asks. I shake my head no, not needing to think about my answer. Shifting myself off the counter to stand, I wobbled a little. My legs are like jelly, and I’m still in my stiletto heels. He reaches out with one of his hands to help steady me, and that’s when I feel his cum begin to trickle down my thighs.

“Um, I need to get cleaned up,” I say awkwardly.

His eyes look down, and when he sees what I mean, heat ignites in his eyes. “No,” he demands.

“No?” I question.

With his free hand, he glides his fingers through his cum from the top of my inner thighs to my centre. A gasp escapes me as he glides his cum-soaked fingers through my folds. My hand reached out to hold onto the counter to steady myself, and as he removes his fingers, he brings them up to my lips.

“Open your mouth and taste our cum,” he orders. My lips part as he glides his finger across my tongue. Desire begins to build as I taste the saltiness of his cum, mixed with the sweetness of mine. I moan as I suck them clean, and his gaze heats at the sight. “Good girl,” he praises before removing his fingers. “Now, get up those fucking stairs to your bedroom. I’m nowhere near done with you,” he growls in demand. A surge of excitement runs through me, and I smile as I move quickly, leading him upstairs.

I groan, stretching my body, feeling the aches in parts of my body I didn’t know it could. I smile to myself, blinking my eyes open. Yesterday had been the best and stupidest decision of my life. Fuck, he could have killed me, and stolen from me. He could have been anyone. Hell, he still could be.

I roll over, careful not to wake him, but I’m surprised when I see his side of the bed is empty. Sitting up, I clutch the sheet to my chest, listening to see if he is in the bathroom or downstairs, but there’s nothing. I’m greeted with silence. I deflate a little, confident that it was clearly a one-time thing, but I thought. I don’t know—maybe breakfast at least—before he went. I suppose this way there isn’t any awkward goodbye.

I sigh and get up, and as I walk into the bathroom, I turn the shower on and stand under the hot spray. Memories of yesterday flash through my mind, and a huge smile plays at my lips. Yesterday may have been the best therapy I needed to get over Trent.

Once showered, I wrap myself up in my robe and head downstairs to make coffee. As soon as I reach the bottom step, I smell the coffee. Pausing, I begin to question if he is still here.

“Hello?” I call out, but there’s no answer. I walk through to the kitchen and see the coffeepot with a note next to it, along with half of my ripped panties. I smile as I pick up the note.

Alina, fuck. Yesterday was exactly what I needed. Fuck, I can still taste you on my lips.

FYI, I am keeping half of your panties as a keepsake, and if life goes to shit again, come find me. I will happily help you through it any fucking time.

My very own Mrs. Robinson. Catch you around, baby.

H x

I bite down on my bottom lip, smiling. As I pick up the other half of my left over panties, my wedding ring catches my eye. I place the piece of material back on the counter and stare at the ring on my finger. With determination, I yank it off and walk over to the trash can and chuck it in the bin. I wait for the sadness, the pain, sure that it may come later, but the only thing I feel at this moment in time is serenity and extreme satisfaction.