Page 3 of Just One Night (Salvatore Brotherhood MC)

HEATHER

I really shouldn’t be doing this. It’s a terrible idea to be on the back of his motorcycle, riding to wherever the fuck he’s taking us. He was trying to challenge me at the bar, and I fell right into his hands.

His big, warm, perfect fucking hands.

I squeeze his middle a little tighter, my heart racing when we turn and he leans the bike way over. When I think we’re about to fall, he rights it and shoots forward, making me gasp. I hear his dark laugh over the rushing wind and his hand finds mine, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

We ride for a while and my thighs go numb before he pulls up to his house.

It’s his childhood home—the same house I’ve been to a million times before.

He turns the bike off, the vibrations still buzzing through my legs, and slides off.

He offers me his hand and I take it as I look around the dark, empty street.

“Where’s Bash?” I ask and his lips tighten, his jaw flexing.

“At the clubhouse,” he says curtly. “Why do you wanna know?”

“I was just wondering,” I shrug. “Does he still live here?”

“No, sorry to disappoint.”

“Are you going to elaborate?” I ask, exasperated and look around again.

“No,” he says again. When I look back at him he’s staring intently down at me, then his face shifts and he his shoulders relax. “Let’s get you inside, it’s freezing out here.” I nod mindlessly, ignoring his weird mood shift.

My legs feel like jelly with each step, but he wraps his arm around my waist possessively, holding me to him as he helps me up the driveway.

He pushes the front door open and we step inside.

It still smells how I remember, it’s just missing the warm dessert smell from his mother’s constant baking.

He flicks the light on and I blink a few times, letting my eyes adjust.

“Nothing’s changed,” I say, smiling as I look around. The same décor is still in the entry way, the furniture looks the same in the living room. Everything looks the same.

“Yeah,” he says tightly. “We didn’t wanna change anything after Ma.” I nod a few times, still looking around as he ushers me toward the couch. I sit down, my stomach twisting into knots.

Why am I here?

He hovers above me awkwardly, his eyes flitting around the room. He looks just as uncomfortable as I do. We’re both cocky, both love a challenge, but right now, it’s gone too far. Maybe he’s thinking this was a mistake, too.

“You want a drink or something?” He asks and rubs the back of his neck, his face flushing pink. “I, uh, I think we have some beers in the fridge.” He throws his thumb over his shoulder and looks around the room again.

I push to my feet, clutching my purse tighter in my hand as I take a step away. “This was a bad idea.” I turn, ready to flee when he grabs my arm. Not hard, just enough to stop me.

“Wait,” he says and gently turns me toward him. “Why is this a bad idea?” I tip my head back to stare up at him. He’d always been cute, but now… Jesus fucking Christ he’s hot.

“I—I don’t know,” I breathe, shaking my head. He smirks, a shallow dimple showing in his cheek. His hand slides from my arm to my waist and he pulls me roughly to him before he rests his hand on my lower back, right on the curve of my ass.

“You’re in your head,” he murmurs as he brushes my hair behind my ear with his other hand. “Stop thinking.” I let out a shuddering breath. “Just go with it, princess.” He lowers his head, his lips brushing against mine.

“Reid, wait,” I say as I press my hand against his firm chest. He pauses and opens his eyes, the dark, royal blue of them holding me hostage.

“Why?”

“Addie,” I say and try to take a step back, but he holds me more firmly against him. “We can’t do this to her.” His jaw flexes as he stares harder at me.

“Addie and I haven’t been together since high school,” he says tightly, straightening back to his full height. I crane my head back again and his hand tightens on me. “She didn’t want me then, Heather. She wanted Bash. She won’t care if we hook up.”

“But,” I flick my eyes between his, “what about—” I shake my head and squeeze my eyes shut. What about us , is what I was going to ask. Stupid. There is no us . There never was and never will be. Tonight was just a weird right place, right time thing.

“What?” He says. “What about what?”

“Us,” I whisper. “I haven’t seen you in years and now—”

“Just for tonight,” he says as he wraps his other hand around the back of my neck. “Just tonight, princess. Then tomorrow, we’ll go our separate ways and forget this ever happened.” My breaths are shallow as I stare up at him. His hand tightens as he presses closer against me.

“Just tonight,” I breathe and he nods, lowering his mouth to mine again. “And this never happened.”

“Never happened,” he whispers against my lips. “Let me kiss you, Heather. Please.”

My heels make me tall, but not tall enough to full reach his mouth so I push up on my toes and press my lips firmly against his.

Our mouth’s moves effortlessly together, his arm around me tightening.

His tongue slips into my mouth, mine into his, back and forth.

He slides his hand from my neck to my hair and fists it, pulling my head back to deepen and control the kiss.

I whimper and moan into his him, my hands sliding up his shirt around his neck.

His hand moves to my ass, and he squeezes it as he holds me tighter to him, kissing the air from my lungs. His cock is hard between us, pressing against me through his jeans. I can’t help but rub against him, making him groan deep in his throat.

“Fuck,” he breathes as he pulls away. His eyes get hard as he yanks my hair again, tilting my head to the side.

“Get on your knees, princess.” I lick my lips, still tasting him, and my clit throbs as I drop to my knees.

With one hand still in my hair, he uses the other to open his belt and undo his jeans. “Take my cock out.”

I blink up at him a few times, then with shaky hands, I gently tug his jeans and black boxers down enough to let his cock out. My eyes widen. Addie never told me how big he is. Fuck .

“Open up, baby,” he rasps as he pushes my head toward it.

I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out as my eyes lock with his.

“Fuck yes.” He groans as he rubs the underside of his head against my tongue, then slowly, he pushes it into my mouth.

His hand tightens in my hair as he presses deeper, making me gag.

He uses my mouth how he wants, fucking my face to find his pleasure. And being used and controlled like this, like his little fuck-toy, makes my pussy ache. His cock moves to the back of my throat, gagging me. I try to push away, but he holds me there, forcing his dick deeper.

“Take it,” he grunts. “Take it, princess. Choke on me.” I swallow around him and his eyes roll back.

His hips move forward and back in shallow thrusts, the head of his cock slipping in and out of my throat.

My eyes water and tears drip down my face, mixing with the saliva pouring from the corners of my mouth.

Finally, he pulls out and I inhale a huge lungful of breath. His hand stays in my hair as he stares down at me with hooded eyes. I wipe my face with the back of my hand as I look between his eyes.

“Fuck, you look good on your knees, baby,” he says.

I smile shyly at him and he groans. “Fuck. Get up.” He gently tugs on my hair and I stagger to my feet, unsteady in my heels.

He bunches my dress up around my waist and lets out a low growl.

“And you said you weren’t looking to get fucked tonight.

” He grips the string of my thong on my hip.

“These panties with that dress is you begging for it, princess.” He easily rips the flimsy, thin string and lets it fall to the floor.

I lift my arms as he pulls the dress off over my head. I stand in the middle of his living room naked, just my heels and jewelry on. His eyes travel over my body, his bottom lip between his teeth. I shift a few times, but hold my hands tightly behind my back and try not to cover myself.

“Jesus,” he breathes as he gently cups my breast. “I always wondered what you looked like naked.” He says quietly, his eyes glued to my body. “Always wanted to fuck you.” I try to keep my breathing steady as he slides his other hand to my other breast, groping both of them.

“Me too,” I admit and his eyes shoot to mine.

“Yeah?” He pinches my nipples and I gasp. He twists them, gently tugging them away from my body. “How long have you wanted my cock?”

“Since we were fourteen,” I say and he grins broadly at me, then laughs. Embarrassed heat rushes to my face and I lower my eyes.

“I’ve wanted you for that long, too,” he says and I look at him again. “Longer, actually.”

“Really?” I breathe and he nods, taking a step closer to me.

“Really.” He kisses me again, his hands dropping from my breasts to wrap around me. He holds me tightly to his chest, then rests his forehead against mine. He presses his lips to my forehead before he says, “Sit.”

I look behind me at the armchair and he lets go, taking a step away. I miss his body, his warmth, immediately, but sit on the edge of the chair, feeling awkward as he stares at me. His eyes lower to my breasts again and he runs his thumb along his lower lip, looking hungry.

“Put your legs over the arms and scoot your ass to the edge,” he says and I swallow hard. His brows flick up as he stares at me, waiting. Slowly, I lean back and lift my legs, resting them on the arms of the chair. His hands clench into tight fists as I scoot down, balancing on the edge.

I’m spread wide open for him, nothing hidden. More embarrassed heat rushes through me, blooming through my chest. I drop my hands to cover my pussy and he smacks the inside of my thigh. I let out a startled yelp, my eyes widening at him.

“Did I say you could cover yourself?” He growls and I shake my head. “Then put your hands behind your head.”

My breathing is ragged and too fast as I move them, locking my fingers together.

He takes his shirt off, revealing his sculpted torso, then shoves his jeans down his legs, leaving his tight boxers on.

His cock bulges from under the fabric, begging to be let out again.

He kicks his jeans and boots off before kneeling in front of me.

Our eyes meet and he grins as he uses his thumb and forefinger to spread me open more. I whimper as he brushes his other finger over my swollen clit. He does it again, rubbing in soft circles, making my breath quicken.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” I breathe, nodding frantically. He dips his finger lower and slowly slides it inside me, hooking it up. My eyes roll back and I moan, my hips rolling. I need more.

He pulls it from me and tilts it back and forth in the light, showing me how wet it is before he puts it to my lips, gently rubbing my wetness over them. “Clean me up.” I open for him and he slides it into my mouth. I taste myself and moan around him as I circle my tongue around his finger.

“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you, princess?

” I suck harder on his finger, then bite the tip of it.

“Your safe word is red tonight, okay? You say it and everything immediately stops.” My eyes widen and my lips part.

He pulls his finger from my mouth, resting his hands on my inner thighs as he stares at me.

“Why do I need a safe word?” I ask, my voice shaky.

“It’s always good to have one,” he says. “And I can get…intense.”

“Intense?”

“Have you ever been tied up before, Heather?” He asks, his voice dipping. “Ever been at someone’s mercy, tired up and vulnerable, unable to stop them from doing whatever they want to you?” His eyes roam down my body, pausing at my pussy, then back up to my eyes. He licks his lips hungrily.

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I’ve never—I’m usually in charge.” He grins devilishly at me.

“Not tonight,” he says firmly. “Tonight, I’m giving the orders and you’re going to obey them like my good girl. Aren’t you?” My chest rises and falls rapidly as I nod. “Words, baby. I need to hear you.”

“Yes,” I say. “Do I have to call you Sir or something?” He laughs and shakes his head.

“If you want to,” he says. “But I won’t require it.” I nod as I shift in the chair, accidentally scooting closer to him. “Eager? What’s your safe word?”

“Red,” I say.

“Good girl,” he praises, running his hands up and down my inner thighs, then he stops when he gets close to my pussy. He massages the crease of my thighs and lips, never touching my swollen clit. “You can’t come without my permission.”

“I can’t control it.”

“Well, you’ll have to figure out how to if you don’t want to have a red-hot ass.”

I blink at him.

Who the fuck is this guy? Because he’s certainly not Reid Salvatore. He’s never been controlling like this. But fuck, I like it. A lot.

“Well?” he says after a moment. “Do you still wanna do this?” I look down at my spread legs, bare chest, then at him.

“Obviously.”