Page 27 of Lockout (The Vikings MC: Tucson Chapter #11)

Lockout

I ran my hands down her sides as she rested her hands on my chest. She was so fucking gorgeous.

And level headed. She’d handled the news about her house with such grace and the only thing she was concerned for was whether someone had been hurt.

That was what was going to make her the perfect old lady for me.

She cared about these people as much as I did.

I lifted the hem of my t-shirt—I liked that she was still wearing it, even though she’d put a pair of her own leggings on under it—and pulled it off over her head.

She smiled at me and I cupped the back of her neck, tugging her down for a kiss.

She could have used my admission that I’d let her walk out the door and move to another state against me.

Instead, she’d listened, understood my position, and just asked that we communicate better in the future.

This woman was fucking perfect. Not that I didn’t think we’d never fight.

Hell, most days she poked and prodded at my nerves—which was why I’d decided to give her the name Jumper Cables—but at this point I think she mostly did it for fun.

Fighting had become a form of flirting for us.

I could deal with that as long as we talked through the big shit.

I was forty-two years old. I didn’t need to be fighting with my woman like we were in high school.

It’d been a long time since I’d been in any kind of relationship.

I didn’t mind being a sounding board for my family and friends, but I didn’t go around telling other people my problems. Those were mine to fix.

They didn’t need to be laid at the feet of others.

I realized I was a hypocrite because if Keely thought she was getting away with not telling me her problems?

She’d be dead wrong. I wanted to make sure that everything in her life went according to whatever plan she had.

So I needed to know what was bothering her.

But it was going to take a crowbar to open me up.

I’d try, though. For her I’d do my best.

Shoving all those thoughts out of my mind, I focused on her.

She shifted on my lap and I groaned as she brushed against my hard cock as it strained to be released from the prison of my jeans.

Grabbing her by the ass, I stood up and walked over to where her bed was set up.

Everything was neat and tidy, and her bed was perfectly made.

I was going to muss it—and her—up a little before I was done.

I laid her down on the bed, following her so I could cover her body with mine.

As soon as we landed, my mouth was back on hers.

My tongue pushed deep and my hands ran all over her.

I’d been waiting for this for so fucking long it was going to take a while before I wasn’t jumping her every spare moment I got.

Hell, it would probably take the entirety of our lifetime.

I reached down and tugged at my pants, cursing that I wasn’t able to get naked fast enough. “Don’t move.” I stood and started unbuckling my belt and toeing off my boots.

She laughed as she laid there, watching me strip down. Her eyes traveled over me, and it was a stroke to my ego to see the appreciation on her face.

I watched with interest as she wiggled out of her leggings. The woman had a gorgeous body. And a smile that hit me like a punch to the gut. She was a damn knockout. Her hair fanned out all around her head as she lay back and my mouth dried out as she ran her hands all over her breasts and stomach.

She was curvy in all the right places. She had an ass that made me want to bite it. One I could hold onto while I fucked her from behind. Flipping her over, I did just that and nipped at her right ass cheek.

“Lockout!” she gasped, reaching around to smack at me.

I grabbed her wrist and pinned it at her lower back. “Go ahead,” I taunted her. “Give me the other one.”

She was flat on her belly and I was putting enough pressure on her lower back that she couldn't squirm to the side, so she could only see me out of her peripheral. “That’s not fair.”

“What isn’t?” I asked, running my free hand over the bite mark.

“You’ve got me at a disadvantage.”

I grinned. “Baby Girl, that’s going to be happening a lot. In fact, how do you feel about being tied up? Or handcuffed?”

She blinked as she absorbed my question. “I-” She gave a huff of laughter. “I don’t know.”

My hand stopped on her ass, though I gave it a good squeeze. “You weren’t a virgin-”

“No.” She shook her head. “But my boyfriends from before-” She stopped as I let out an unhappy growl of a sound.

“Well, you asked,” she snapped. “I can’t tell you about what I do, or don’t know, in bed without bringing them up.

” When I didn’t say anything she took it as consent to continue.

“They were really vanilla,” she said. “I guess that means I am too.” She laid her cheek on the covers, tired of trying to peer over her shoulder at me.

“I’m not exactly a dom in bed,” I told her with a grin. “I just have a few things I like to do.”

“Like what?”

“Like handcuffing you to my bed so I can eat you out until you’re screaming. For one.”

She gasped, but she’d started breathing heavier. My dirty girl liked the idea of being helpless while I did delightfully filthy things to her. “Will you let me?”

She thought about it, then asked, “You promise you won’t do anything bad?”

I frowned at her. “Like what?”

“I don’t like to be tickled.”

Chuckling, I left her to go to one of the two small closets in this apartment. I pulled out a black duffel bag and started rummaging through it.

“What’s that?” she asked. “I didn’t even see that back there.”

I didn’t mention that I’d pulled it out from behind a removable panel on the back wall. It had all sorts of shit in there I might need.

“Why is it in here?”

Because I had go bags stashed all over this fucking compound.

If anyone came for me and found one, well.

..there was no way they could get them all before I got one and got the fuck out of dodge.

Of course, that was an old habit from before I’d started the club.

Now, I had my brothers to back me up. I had their families to protect.

But my habit of stashing go bags was here to stay.

And this little apartment was always going to be part of mine one day, so I’d left a bag in here.

I didn’t say any of this out loud, just stood up and let the cuffs dangle from my thumb. “You sure about this?”

She licked her lips, driving me a little crazy as she did, then nodded. “I trust you.”

“Good. Trust me, Baby Girl, we’re not going to be getting overly kinky. I just like a bit of spanking. And biting. And no tickling,” I promised her with a wink.

“Biting?” she asked, her eyes widening then narrowing a split second later. “How hard?” Then she asked, “That question goes for the spanking, too.”

“As hard as you like,” I told her. “Roll over.”

Her eyes darkened with lust even as her body did as I asked.

I’d always liked being in control in bed.

Not that I wouldn’t let her take over if she wanted to.

She just had to ask. I knelt beside her on the bed and placed a cuff around one wrist, then fed it through one of the wooden slats that made up the headboard, before securing the second cuff to her other wrist. “Now you’re all mine. ”

She gave me a shy smile. “I like the sound of that.”

“Yeah? Good,” I said when she nodded. Then I cupped her chin with my hand. “Now open up for me, Cables.”

She frowned at me. “Cables?”

I grinned at her. “Jumper Cables.”

“Don’t call me that,” she snapped.

“I get to choose your nickname. And I like it. Now open up.”

She hesitated, but when I raised my brow she opened her mouth and let my thumb slide inside.

When it hit her teeth, she bit down hard.

I didn’t stop the grunt from escaping my lips.

I liked being bitten, too. And scratched.

I didn’t mind coming away from fucking looking like I’d been in a fight.

I wasn’t going to encourage any of that, yet.

Didn’t want to send her running in the other direction.

I cupped her tit in my hand, brushing my thumb over her nipple. “What do you like?”

“That,” she breathed out.

“What else?” Her lips twitched and a small blush tinged her cheeks. “I can’t read minds, Baby Girl.”

She groaned as I pinched her nipple. “I don’t know,” she said in a breathy moan.

I frowned down at her. She wasn’t being forthcoming about her wants, but I could be patient.

And I wasn’t a man who had a ton of time on my hands to play games.

To find out what she liked. Honestly, she might not be telling me since I’d gotten a bit pissed when she’d mentioned boyfriends.

I didn’t want to think about any other man touching what was mine. And she belonged to me now.

“That’s alright. I’ll find out for myself,” I said, lowering my head and raking my teeth over her other nipple. The scent of her skin made me ache to have a taste of her sweet cunt. “What don’t you like?”

She froze again, but didn’t hesitate with the answer. “I don’t like a lot of pain.”

“Noted. Have you ever been spanked? Besides this morning, I mean.”

“Only by you,” she said, glaring at me.

I chuckled remembering the time she’d pissed me off to the point where I’d given her a couple of swats. I’d done it in front of a couple of my brothers, which wasn’t ideal but there’d been no rationalizing with myself at the time. “Did you like it?”

“No. You had no right-”

“Don't act like a little brat and I won’t treat you like one,” I said, raising a brow.

Her eyes narrowed on me. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, then call me a brat when I don’t obey.”

“Don’t I?” I teased. Like I’d told her, I wasn’t a dominant. I didn’t expect her to follow a bunch of rules, but that time she’d put herself in danger.