Page 24 of Lockout (The Vikings MC: Tucson Chapter #11)

Keely

I peeked one eye open early the next morning and groaned softly.

It was too soon for me to be awake, but I had to pee.

And now I realized how badly my head was aching.

Since this was the second time it was happening—I had a hangover after our girls’ night, too—I just had to conclude that hangovers like this were going to be a part of my life now.

And a hangover at thirty years old was very different than one at twenty, I was realizing.

I clamped my lips together as someone shifted behind me, sucking in a deep breath as he moved.

He shifted again, his arm coming down over my hip, and then his breathing evened out.

I stared down at the familiar arm. There was no way. I peeked over my shoulder, and sure enough, Lock was lying there spooned up behind me. It was like every dirty dream come true. Then the embarrassment flooded in as I remembered everything that happened last night.

Covering my face with my hands, I silently reasoned out my options.

I could throw caution, and embarrassment, to the wind, and wake him up in a way that would ensure we’d end up getting it on.

Which was the ultimate goal here. Or, I could run away.

Slip out quietly and hide somewhere until my embarrassment faded.

I’d danced with Warrant. Which had pissed off Lock. Had he… I fought to remember, but I was pretty sure he’d claimed me. In front of the entire clubhouse. And members of three MCs.

Please say that wasn’t a dream.

Mind made up, I lifted his arm—jeez it was heavy—and placed it aside while I scooted out of the bed. I tiptoed over to his bathroom and shut the door. Stripping, I turned on his shower.

I wasn’t going anywhere, but I stunk like alcohol and bad decisions, so I was going to wash that off before I woke him up. I opened his vanity drawers while the water warmed up and found an unused toothbrush. Ripping the packaging open, I brushed my teeth before hopping into his shower.

His soap smelled divine as I lathered it up in my hands. I scrubbed myself down quickly and then hopped out of the shower. Brushing my teeth again—I was still burping Long Island iced teas—I put his t-shirt back on, ignoring my panties and bra, and opened the door.

Hazel eyes latched onto me. He was leaning back against the headboard, his hands behind his head as he watched me.

I should’ve realized he wouldn’t sleep through me getting out of bed.

“Hi,” I said with a small smile. His shirt was long enough that it went down to mid-thigh, but it was white.

And I’d barely swiped the towel over myself before tugging it on.

Between that and my damp hair I wasn’t surprised that his eyes had dropped down to my breasts.

Between the wetness, the cool air and his hungry eyes, my nipples couldn’t help themselves.

His jaw flexed as he stared at my beading nipples. “Hey.” He managed to drag his eyes back to mine. “How’re you feeling?”

I’d stopped long enough to take a couple of aspirin from his medicine cabinet. “I’m alright.” I leaned against the doorframe, not daring to get closer to him yet.

“Someone should’ve warned you about Scarlett’s Long Islands.”

A little shiver of delight raced over me. His voice was even deeper and gruffer in the mornings. I didn’t want to make small talk with him, so I got to the point. “Did you claim me last night, Lock?”

“I did.” He was waiting to see what I’d say. “Mostly.”

“Are you going to follow through with it?” I asked, trying to hide the hope from my voice.

His eyes narrowed. “By making you my old lady?”

I swallowed. It was the moment of truth. I mean, I’d love to be his old lady, but if he wasn’t ready for it, I wasn’t going to force the issue. That was what had stopped us the last time. “By fucking me.”

Don’t blush. Don’t blush. Don’t- Dammit.

I could hardly believe I’d just said that to him. He’d gone completely still, studying me. Why wasn’t he doing anything? I was on pins and needles here, waiting for him to-

The yelp spilled out of my lips as he shoved out of the bed suddenly.

There would be time to feel stupid about my reaction later, but even as sexy as he was, he was also intimidating.

Not that he’d ever made me feel unsafe, but with that look in his eyes, and the hunger on his face, the quickness in which he moved had startled me.

A small smile turned his lips up as he pulled the shirt off over my head, exposing my body. The way he was looking at me had me heating up. His eyes were filled with possession as he gazed down at me, like I was his prey. And he was a starving man.

He leaned over me, placing one hand on the bathroom door frame and the other on my hip. I could feel his breath on my neck as he lowered his head, lips barely grazing my ear, causing goosebumps to race across my flesh.

His hands drifted over my curves, learning them with a surety that left me breathless.

When they came back to my hips, I thought he was going to pull me against him, but instead he took hold of me, lifting me easily, as if I weighed nothing, moved into the bathroom, and set my ass on the edge of the sink.

He kept me there with his hips and chest, and my legs went around him, heels pressing into the back of his legs, pulling him in closer.

My hands ran down the front of him, nails lightly scraping over his chest and then down over his abs.

He was wearing boxer briefs, but that was all.

Damn he was beautiful. I brushed my fingers over the tattoo that ran down his side.

His breath stuttered and he groaned my name as his hand wrapped around my throat.

He held me still as he took my mouth in a punishing kiss.

I returned it with as much force, feeling the need for this man burning hot inside me.

My hands moved back to his ass and I pulled him against me, feeling the heat of him through the material.

I let my legs relax, but he didn't let me move them back as his hand skimmed down over my shoulder and then along my ribs.

It felt as though I couldn’t get close enough. I’d been wanting this for so long, and now I could finally have it. Nothing seemed to be standing in our way.

“Fucking beautiful,” he muttered, eyes trailing down over my body, then back up.

His head dipped and his teeth closed around one of my nipples, sending a rush of desire straight to my core.

It was too much and yet not enough, all at the same time.

He nipped at the tender flesh before soothing it with his tongue.

He lifted his head, but not before trailing a path down to my stomach and then dipping his tongue into my navel as he squatted down.

“Lock,” I breathed. As much as I wanted this, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to spread my legs and let him bury his face between them. My clit throbbed at the thought. Okay, maybe I was ready. I felt like I’d been ready for him for a while. I’d been waiting. But I was still a little shy.

“You used my soap. I like my scent on you,” he muttered as he placed a kiss at the crease of my hip and thigh, then he lifted one of my legs and draped it over his shoulder. “So fucking sexy,” he groaned before he kissed the spot directly above my clit.

He had me a little off balance, so I leaned back against the mirror and used one hand on the vanity to steady myself while I buried the other in his hair.

Lockout growled and then his tongue ran the full length of my pussy before circling around my clit. It was my turn to moan and I arched up toward his mouth, seeking out the pleasure. His tongue darted and dipped inside me as his nose grazed my clit.

My muscles were beginning to tense and tighten, building with each pass of his tongue. The man was skilled, I’d give him that. I groaned as he slid a finger inside my body. My pussy clenched around it as he swiped his tongue over my clit, back and forth.

He crooked his fingers, stroking just right, and I gasped, tightening my hold on his hair.

I’d been dreaming of him for so long, now that it was happening, I couldn’t believe I was here.

But he was stroking, licking, playing my body like an instrument.

He seemed to know exactly where to touch, to suck, to drive me wild.

“You want to come, Baby Girl?” he growled against my clit.

I couldn’t hold back the moan. “Yes,” I breathed. “But I want you inside me.” There wasn’t any more shyness. Not here, not with him. I just needed him.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you until you scream, Keels. But first, I want you to be a good girl and come for me."

He stroked again and sucked, flicking my clit with his tongue and that was all it took for me to shatter. It hit me like a ton of bricks and I sagged against the sink. He kept licking me as my body milked his fingers. He slowly stood, dragging me to the edge of the vanity, then flipped me around.

My eyes widened as I stared at him in the mirror while he bent me over. His hands were on my hips, his eyes on mine, as he stared at me.

“You ready for this?”

I nodded, unable to speak. My body was still throbbing, still coming down from the aftermath of the best orgasm I’d ever had.

“I’m not fucking around, Keely," he said, holding my gaze. “I’m done waiting. This isn’t just a quick fuck and then we’re done. I claimed you in front of my brothers. If I fuck you now, I’m claiming you as my old lady. Do you want to be mine?”

My breath caught in my throat. That was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to belong to him. I never dared to hope that he would actually want that. Was he just saying this in the heat of the moment? I hoped not. Nodding, I spread my arms out, bracing myself for what was about to happen.

“Say the words, Keely. Tell me you’ll be mine. That you belong to me.”

“I’m yours,” I said, the words coming out just above a whisper. My eyes closed as I felt his dick brush over my pussy. My core clenched, empty and not happy about it.

“Open your eyes.”

I obeyed and stared at him. “I’m not an easy man to deal with, Baby Girl. But you’ve made your choice and I’m not letting you back out now. You’ll figure out a way. I’m demanding. Controlling. Possessive.”

Gasping as he started to slide into me, I held his gaze, desperate for the contact. I didn’t care about any of the things he was saying. I knew what he was. Who he was. And I still wanted him.

We both groaned as he bottomed out inside me. I struggled beneath him, to get the friction my body was demanding, but he had me pinned against the sink, so it was no use. “I don’t care,” I gasped. “I want you.”

“Good.”

A smacking sound filled the air before the shock of him slapping my ass registered. It felt so good all I could do was moan.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he ground out. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you, Baby Girl. A long fucking time.”

“How long?” I whispered, needing to know.

“Since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he admitted, making me gasp as he slowly began to thrust.

Thank God it hadn’t just been me obsessing over him. He’d wanted me too. I arched my back, taking him as deep as I could get him. No one had ever made me feel like this.

He started thrusting harder. He was staring down at my ass as he fucked me. There was no doubt in my mind that he was an ass man. I didn’t have a huge one, but he seemed to like it just fine.

He smacked me again and for some reason the sting of his palm meeting my flesh just ramped the pleasure up that much higher. I laid my cheek on the counter, taking everything he was giving to me.

“You’re going to come for me again.”

I didn’t bother to tell him that wasn’t possible, because my body was already barreling toward another orgasm. When he reached around and started stroking my clit, I let out a strangled cry.

He rubbed tight circles over my clit and it was my turn to buck beneath him. His hand clamped down on my hip, holding me in place as he started fucking me faster, harder, driving me right over the edge of reason.

“Lift up.” He kept playing with my clit as I did what he demanded. Kept thrusting into my body. Then he reached for one of my nipples, twisting it until the sting was enough to make me scream out.

My body clenched around him as the sting of pain pushed me over the edge. I didn’t expect him to follow me into the orgasm. He jerked against me, cursing up a storm as he thrust as deep into my body as he could get.

I knew this man was trouble when I’d first met him. It was clear as day in everything he said and did, and he was right about being demanding, but I still couldn’t walk away. We stood there, breathing hard in the aftermath of the best sex I’d ever had and I realized I loved him.