Page 20 of Haze (Serpents of Chaos MC #2)

HAZE

Glancing down, I see her hands come around me, gripping my abs, and something in my chest tightens.

Her breasts are pressed against my back, her warm body as close to mine as it can get.

I take my left hand off the handlebar and place it on her calf, giving it a squeeze.

It’s a possessive hold and a comforting one.

She’s made to be on the back of my bike.

The sun is out, and it’s a beautiful day, so I decide to take her out for lunch at a café opposite the beach.

With everything going on, it’s nice to have some time with just her, away from the clubhouse.

I take the scenic yet longer route, wanting her to enjoy her first ride.

I feel proud to have her on the back of my bike.

This moment has been a long time coming.

When I park my bike, I get off first and help Luella off. She removes her helmet, a few wild curls escaping from her plait.

“That was amazing!” She smiles, her eyes lit up. “Seriously, I get why you guys are obsessed with riding. I can’t remember the last time I felt so free.”

Fucking beautiful.

“You weren’t scared?” I ask her, taking the helmet from her hands and putting it on the back of my bike.

“With you? No,” she replies, and fuck, I can’t help but to pick her up and sit her back on the bike while I kiss her. I’ve made so many mistakes with this woman, but she’s here now, and all that matters is keeping it that way.

She lets out a little squeal when I pick her up and carry her toward the café, only putting her down when we reach the sidewalk.

After we have lunch, we walk along the beach, and on the way home, we stop to check out the progress on the bakery build.

Luella smiles when she sees it. The new building will be even bigger and better, and the kitchen is almost double the size it was.

She still doesn’t know that I own the building and charge her half the rent she’d be paying elsewhere.

Luella also doesn’t know the amount she does pay goes into a savings account for her.

Before we ride back to the clubhouse, I stop and park my bike at one of the hidden rest stops surrounded by thick trees.

“What are we doing?” she asks, jumping off my Harley and looking around.

Gripping the globes of her ass, I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around me. I saw the book she was reading yesterday and didn’t miss her biting her lip as she was lost in the words. Curious, when she put her Kindle down, I opened it and reread a few pages.

Seems like we share a fantasy, and right now, I’m going to play it out for us.

“I’m going to fuck you on my bike, baby,” I say in a husky tone.

She looks around as if making sure we’re alone. “What if someone comes here?”

“We’ll hear them if they do,” I say, pushing her back against the tree and kissing her. Her hands shoot up to grip the back of my neck, and she gently grinds against me. “You want that? Me to bend you over my bike and fuck you from behind?”

She nods, her cheeks flushing.

“Use your words, baby girl,” I demand.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me on your bike.”

“That’s what I thought.” I smirk, placing open-mouth kisses along Luella’s neck until she’s panting for me.

With my hands on her hips, I lift her onto the bike, then flip her so her back presses to my chest. Reaching around, I unzip the leather jacket and tease her nipples through the thin cotton of her T-shirt.

“Are you wet for me, Luella?”

“Yes,” she gasps, pushing her ass back against my hard cock.

“Good girl.” I undo the button on her jeans and slide them down with her panties. “Now bend over for me and stick out that sexy ass of yours.”

She does as she’s told while I get my cock out and place it at her entrance. Easing into her inch by inch, I pull back again before driving forward all the way.

“Haze,” she whimpers as I start to move. She’s so short I end up lifting her and holding her there instead of me squatting down, fucking her hard. She’s so wet and perfect, and fuck!

“Touch your clit,” I rasp.

“I’m close,” she whispers.

“Wait for me,” I growl.

“Haze, hurry,” she pleads.

Two more thrusts, and then I bark, “Now!”

She comes all over my cock as I finish inside her, and it’s fucking perfect.

I bury my face in her neck, my chest rising and falling as I catch my breath.

“That was… so hot,” she notes softly, reaching back and running her hands through my short hair. “This has been the best date ever.”

Date.

She’s right, this was our official first date, and I plan to take her on many more.

We ride back to the clubhouse, and the thought of Luella with my cum still inside her has me dragging her to our room the second we get there and fucking her again before we make it in the shower, where Luella gets down on her knees and makes me come in her mouth.

I return the favor, lifting her legs over my shoulder and eating her pussy until she screams.

I should have known that when things are going too well for me, something usually happens to fuck it up. And in this case, it’s Daisy sitting in the kitchen when we finally make it back downstairs.

Her lips curl as she takes in our freshly wet hair and satisfied smiles. “It won’t be long until he’s bored with you… you know that, right? Why do you think he needed so many women in his bed? He likes variety.”

“ Daisy ,” I snap, but she doesn’t take the hint.

“He likes to have one woman ride his dick and another on his face. I’ve seen him with one riding each of his hands, too?—”

“Daisy, what the fuck is wrong with you?” I ask, putting Luella behind me.

“You’re right. I needed all of that before I had Luella in my life.

But now I don’t . I’m thirty-one, I know what I want, and I’m not going to let you fuck it up.

She knows about my past, but that doesn’t mean she needs to hear every fucking detail.

I don’t need multiple women. Luella is enough . ”

“Yeah, but for how long?” she replies, smirking. “When you get famous and go on tour with women throwing themselves at you, doing anything to get a chance for a night in your bed, are you going to turn them down? Men don’t change, Haze. I knew what I was getting into with you, but does she?”

With that parting shot, she leaves the room, and I turn around to face Luella, who is staring at the floor.

“She’s wrong,” I whisper, knowing Daisy’s words have set us back. “And I’m going to prove it to you. I can be faithful. I have been.”

Luella takes a sharp breath and then forces a smile. “It’s fine.”

Famous last words.