Page 5 of Lockout (The Vikings MC: Tucson Chapter #11)

Keely

I was pushing my luck. Lockout was an interesting dichotomy of patience and intolerance. He seemed to have the first in spades, until he didn’t. Then everything went out the window. He’d even spanked me once before. As if I was some kind of misbehaving child.

That had pissed me off beyond all measure. I’d been about to slap him, but then he’d kissed me and I’d sort of forgotten about the anger. The man had a sinful mouth. Who could blame me for my thoughts getting all jumbled up and lost when he kissed the way he did?

There was that look in his eyes right now. The one that told me I was about to cross a line. Then he tempted me with those words. Balling my fist up in his grip, I considered my options.

I could try to make him understand why I couldn’t allow him and his club to help me. Make him see reason. Wasn’t going to happen. The man was bullheaded. There was no way he was going to leave me alone here. Not now that he knew who was after me. He was just as protective as he was stubborn.

Even though I wasn’t his to protect, he’d do it.

Why? Because someone needed to and that was just the kind of guy he was.

But he was also right when he said I wasn’t a part of their club.

I didn’t belong to any of the brothers. It wasn’t fair of me to involve them in something that could endanger their families.

My second option was to piss him off. Then he’d leave.

That thought made me swallow hard. I didn’t want him to go, but it was the best thing for everyone.

Then I’d make myself disappear. It was the last thing I wanted.

I’d worked hard to earn my reputation as a lawyer.

I loved my work. Loved my law office and those I worked for.

But if I stayed, I’d get killed. Or worse.

So I had to go. Lock coming here had been helpful in making me realize that the LoS wasn’t going to back down.

I was deluding myself. Some distant tropical shore was my only answer.

I’d have to let Mom and Dad know to be careful. Maybe I’d even have them come with me.

Dani would be safe. Smoke and the others would make sure of that. And with me in the wind, the LoS wasn’t likely to come after her. What would be the point if the Viking’s Rampage wasn’t harboring me?

Mind made up, I narrowed my eyes at him and used my free hand to poke him in the chest again. He hated that. I’d picked up on it pretty early on, so I knew it was the easiest way to piss him off. “Go back to your club, Lock,” I sneered, doing my best to enrage him so he’d leave.

Doing this was going to keep me awake at night.

I liked the man. I mean, I was unreasonably attracted to him, that was a given.

But I actually really liked who he was as a person as well.

He was kind, generous, loving… The way he loved this huge family he’d created made my heart clench every time I thought about it.

He’d do anything for them. For his brothers.

For their families. The man was unyieldingly loyal.

How could you not respect that? How could you not yearn for the things he could give you?

He had a lot to offer. But it wasn’t meant to be.

I shoved the sadness of that realization deep down.

I didn’t want to examine it. Especially not while I was standing so close to the man himself.

The scent of leather and his cologne drifted around me.

I sucked in a deep breath, aware that after this I wouldn’t likely see him again.

It’s for his own good.

I needed to keep reminding myself of that. When his jaw clenched and that muscle in it started twitching, I knew I was close. It made me wonder if he knew he had tells that gave his temper away? I poked him again for good measure, prodding him closer to that edge. Almost there.

His control snapping is what I was going for. That much was clear. But I wasn’t expecting the world to shift with frightening speed. It wasn’t until I realized that I was hanging over his shoulder that I understood what had happened.

“What are you doing?” I yelled, thumping my fists against his leather clad back. “Lockout!”

The world spun again as he turned and started heading further into my house. “Put me down!” When I kicked him, he grunted and smacked my upturned ass so hard, I gasped at the sting. Even through my jeans, I’d felt that. He seemed to have a thing for smacking my butt. “You jerk!”

Where was he taking me? He certainly wasn’t speaking to tell me what was going on. He was supposed to get angry at me and leave, not haul me off to…my bedroom. I pushed on his back so I could look around to see where we were.

Yelping as the world tumbled again, I fell back onto my bed.

I glared up at him, ready to yell at him if he started trying to pack my bags for me.

I wasn’t going back to his clubhouse. And wasn’t that just like him?

To haul me back there like a neanderthal that thought I needed his protection.

Fine. I did, but we weren’t going to talk about that.

Because it wasn’t his job to protect me.

All thoughts, and ability to speak or reason, fled when his huge body covered mine on the bed. What the…

My brain attempted to fire synapses to figure out what he was doing, but even that died as his mouth landed on mine. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. Nope. He was still pissed at me, which was evident in the harsh nip of his teeth when my lips didn’t part quickly enough for him.

My mouth opened without my permission and granted him access. The moan that forced its way from my chest wasn’t under my choice either. I didn’t seem to be in control of anything at the moment because my hands were in his hair, tugging him closer as our tongues brushed together.

I should push him away. Set some boundaries.

Do something… My hands released his hair and slid up under his t-shirt.

A shiver of delight raced over my skin as my palms ran over hard muscle and smooth skin.

Good Lord he was sexy. My hand skated over his rock hard abs and I may have swooned a little.

Who knew women even did that anymore? But here I was losing my cool over the gorgeous biker on top of me.

His hand grasped my jaw, forcing my head to the angle he preferred as he deepened the kiss. He was rough, and forceful, and apparently I liked that.

My pussy clenched, clit fluttering with desire, as he manhandled me. I was so lost in his drugging kisses, I failed to pay attention to where his other hand was.

My gasp was lost in his mouth when he flicked the button of my jeans open and shoved his hand down my pants. There was no warning as two of his strong fingers thrust into my body. I gasped again, trying to force my hips to hold still as he started to move them rhythmically in and out.

I was soaking wet. All he’d done was kiss me and I was already willing and ready. There’d be time later to be embarrassed about the fact that he’d realized how wet I was. He might even realize that our arguing had been what aroused me first. My body seemed to take fighting with him as foreplay.

This wasn’t right. We should stop. My inner sense of what was right and wrong was trying to find a voice and tell me to stand up for myself.

I just couldn’t seem to find a single fuck to give about any of that.

My body wanted what Lock was giving it, and for now, my mind was willing to let my body have its way.

I arched into his touch, my eyes falling closed as he brushed his thumb over my clit.

His mouth was latched onto the side of my neck now, and every sensation was building together too quickly to fight.

I wasn’t going to make it. I wasn’t going to be able to hold back the climax that was barreling toward me.

His hand came down onto my hip as I started to move, and held my body still. It was clear that he was taking charge of this encounter. My hands gripped onto the back of his cut, fingers digging in hard enough to feel the muscles shifting and moving in his back as he thrust into my pussy.

The orgasm slammed into me, harder than anything I’d ever experienced, and the only thing I could do was let out a loud keening sound that he muffled by smashing our lips together. I shook underneath his body, unable to move away as he kept stroking my inner walls with his fingers.

The kiss turned slow and deep. It was the opposite of our frenzied encounter and I was melting into him as my orgasm began to wane. I’d never had anything like that happen to me before. Not once. My legs were like Jell-O, the muscles all loose and boneless. I wasn’t sure they’d ever be the same.

It seemed like I was having some kind of out of body experience, because my body wasn’t doing what my mind was telling it to. My legs shifted as Lockout removed his hand. I blinked up at him in shock as he shoved his fingers into his mouth.

His groan of appreciation rumbled around the room. “Fuck you taste good.”

What was I supposed to say to that? Thank you?

No. That was stupid. Before I could think of what an appropriate response was to a man enjoying the taste of my pussy, he’d eased his hand under my jeans again.

My body twitched as his fingers rubbed over my clit, but he kept going.

He slid them against my core, wetting them once more.

My mouth dropped open. What was he doing?

I found out a minute later when he pressed them into my own mouth. Sputtering, I tried to spit his pussy-soaked fingers out, but he grabbed my hair with his free hand and held me still.

“Suck them clean, Keely,” he demanded.

My eyes widened, but I did what he asked because... Who the fuck knew? I was in a tailspin here. This kind of thing had only happened in my dreams. In fact, I reached up and pinched the outside of my thigh. Ow. Nope, definitely awake.

Swirling my tongue over his fingers, I held his gaze. His hazel eyes were a bit darker now, a deeper kind of green as he stared down at me. I swallowed.