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CHAPTER

ELEVEN

Banshee

The moment our lips touch, I’m done for; hers are soft, plump, and definitely bitable. But it’s the soft moans coming from her that have me fighting the urge to roll her to her back and slide my hard as concrete cock between her firm, muscular thighs until I’m buried so deep that there’ll be no way to distinguish where I end, and she begins.

As my hand comes up to cradle her face, I realize my father’s long-ago words are true. I don’t know her birthday, or how she acts when she’s got her period, but to the marrow of my bones, I know she’s it for me. We have a lifetime of figuring out each other, as far as I’m concerned. When my fingers touch her silky tresses, I let out a moan of my own, deepening our kiss until our tongues are tangling.

Her lush breasts, unbound by her bra, are crushed against me, and I can feel her nipples pressed against my bare chest. Pulling back slightly to catch my breath, I whisper out, “Fuck.”

Because the emotions coursing through me right now are unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my entire life. That’s not to say I’ve never had any feelings toward a woman, but they’ve never once in my life given me images of forever, complete with kids, pets, a warm, cozy home of my own. I thought I lost the home aspect after my parents both died and now, I can see it’s only because I was waiting for this fascinating, beautiful slip of a woman to enter my life.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” Her voice is breathless, and I can feel her heart racing against me, since we’re so close a piece of paper wouldn’t be able to slide between us.

“The same thing that overcame me,” I reply, grinning down at her. Her lips are now a deeper red, puffy and swollen from our kisses, but it’s her eyes that are captivating right now. Her lids are at half-mast, and I can see the desire swimming there. “If you don’t want this, say the word, Rory. No harm, no foul.”

Except to my dick but I can take him in hand.

“I do, but can I just say something? I’m not that kind of girl who meets someone and immediately jumps into bed with them.”

“Never got that impression from you, babe. But I think whatever this is transcends shit.” Look at me using my big words. “I told you earlier you were going to be mine, and if we have to wait for you to get comfortable with that fact, we will.”

It might cause more calluses on my hand, but I don’t give that first flying fuck. Whatever she needs, she’ll get.

Her voice is whisper-soft when she says, “I don’t want to wait.”

As if a switch has been flipped, within seconds, I have her completely undressed and bared to my gaze. I still have my sleep pants on, but that’s because I want to make sure she’s needy with desire before I slide between her thighs, since I suspect I’ll want to nut up before the first thrust is complete.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I tell her, my eyes bouncing from her hair that’s splayed across the pillow, down to her heaving breasts which are the perfect size for my hands. I’m pretty sure I can span her waist and have room to spare, while her hips already have me envisioning taking her from behind while gripping them. I can see her desire slickening the inside of her thighs and decide I need a taste so I scoot down the bed, spreading her legs so I can fit between them.

At the first swipe of my tongue through her folds, she arches her back and I feel her fingers lightly grip the hair on the top of my head. Grinning, I set about making her come apart in my arms. I lick, suck, and nibble her pussy, moaning at the flavor that bursts over my tongue. I know there are those out there who don’t enjoy going down on a woman, but it’s one of my top five favorite things to do in the world. As she writhes on the bed, her legs twisting around my head, I insert my index finger into her tight, wet heat and nearly come in my own pants like a teenage boy at the sensation.

Setting a steady thrusting motion, I continue my ministrations, focusing on her clit while adding a second finger. While I’ve never measured my dick, well, not since me and the boys were twelve, I know from past experience I’m bigger than average and the last thing I want to do is hurt her.

“Banshee,” she breathes out, “that feels so damn good.”

Pulling back slightly, I glance up her heaving body, grinning when I see that she’s now cupping one breast in her hand, her thumb stroking across the nipple which is fully peaked at this point. “About to feel better,” I promise before diving back in and increasing my tempo. When I feel the telltale fluttering of her pussy, I command, “Let go, Rory,” then watch as she shatters around my tongue and fingers.

Once she’s ridden out her release, I slowly crawl up her body, losing my sleep pants in the process, until my weeping cock is seated at her entrance. Wanting to prolong the moment, I lean down and suckle first one nipple then the other until she’s restlessly twisting again. As I take my cock in hand and notch it at her entrance, I lean in and kiss her while slowly entering her warm, willing body.

“Oh fuck,” she whispers, her hands gripping my shoulders. “I think I’m ready to come again.”

There’s wonder in her eyes and I briefly contemplate the fact that her ex was obviously worthless in bed if he called her a cold fish. Because right now, she’s like a fucking inferno, and her movements are making me have to focus so I don’t blow my load just yet.

“No limit on orgasms for you, sweetheart,” I tease, finally bottoming out inside her lush body. “For me, yeah, until I recover. But you’re allowed unlimited releases.”

With that statement, I set up a steady pistoning of my hips, watching closely to see what it is she enjoys versus what she goes apeshit over so I can adjust accordingly. The only sound in the room is the slap-slap of our sweaty bodies as we chase our orgasms. When I notice her breath hitches every time I swivel my hips on my downstroke, I continue doing it, realizing rather quickly that my own release is hovering nearby as my balls have already drawn up.

I feel her pussy tightening around my cock, along with the tingles across the base of my spine and realize we’re going to come together. Something that’s never happened to me in my life. But when she leans up and her tongue circles my pierced nipple, I feel myself boil over as I yell out her name.

Suddenly boneless, I roll so she’s sprawled across my chest, still connected. Her wide eyes stare down at me and I can’t help my smirk as my hands roam her back until they come to rest on her ass.

“We didn’t use anything,” she whispers.

“I’m clean, sweetheart,” I promise.

“So am I, but that’s not the problem. I always used rubbers with him, plus I got the shot every three months,” she retorts. At my look, she gets a disgruntled expression on her face as though I should be able to figure shit out.

Except, I’m no mind reader.

“Spit it out, Rory, you’re ruining my post-orgasm high,” I tease, still trying to catch my damn breath.

“I was due for the shot the week I had to leave my home,” she murmurs, her gaze dropping from mine.

Awareness surges through me and I nod in understanding. “Should something come up, it doesn’t matter, sweetheart. Told you that you were gonna be mine.”

“Caveman,” she mutters, a ghost of a grin now on her face. “Who says I want kids?”

One of the things Brick and I talked about as kids was finding ourselves ol’ ladies so we could raise children who would grow up to be best friends. The thought never occurred to me that the woman I’m basically strong-arming to be mine might not want kids. Taking in a breath, I cup her face with one hand and ask, “Do you?”

Her smile is radiant as she replies, “Yeah. I want them.”

“Then that’s settled. No condoms, and when we get home to Roanoke, we’ll get the information for Ryleigh’s doctor so you can get checked out. If you aren’t pregnant, get the shot, but if you are by then, we’ll deal with it, okay?”

“Okay.”

We dozed for a little bit before my own internal clock woke us up. A round of shower sex later, which has her blushing as we get dressed, and we’re ready to head downstairs to find something to eat.

“Brother, let me introduce her to the ol’ ladies,” Raptor says as we breach the doorway into the common room. “First, though, head into the kitchen and make yourselves at home. The women cooked up a virtual spread this morning.”

“They do that every morning,” Ares retorts from Raptor’s side, grinning.

“It’s funny how we’ve all got our own cabins, yet find ourselves together in the mornings for breakfast,” one of their other members states before picking his fork up and diving into a stack of pancakes.

“Well, we’re a brotherhood, so there’s that,” Raptor replies, smirking.

Once we have our plates filled and drinks in our hands, we head back into the common room where I see Raptor beckoning us to him. As we approach the table, I see three women sitting there, grinning at each other. “Banshee, Rory, this is Sloane, Sage, and Ember.”

After Rory is settled, I follow Raptor over to another table since it feels as though he’s got something on his mind. We eat in companionable silence for a few minutes before he asks, “Y’all sleep okay?”

Smirking, I nod since I’m still chewing my last bite. I may be a biker, but my mom drummed manners into me at an early age. No eating ‘like a heathen’ as she used to say when I was younger.

“Yeah, Brother,” I reply, drinking some of my coffee. “Did the parts for her RV come in? Me and the boys can get it taken care of pretty quickly.”

“Some are in, yeah. The ol’ ladies want to take Rory out to do their nails or some shit, got any objection to that?”

I think about her ex, but there’s no way he could possibly know where she’s at, so finally nod. “Shouldn’t be an issue.”

“We’ll send a prospect with them as well. We don’t have any problems around here as a rule, but why take chances? I’m sure someone out there would love to get their hands on one of our women,” Raptor says.

“And they’d die,” Ares promises, a gleam in his eyes.

“That they would,” Raptor agrees.

The women left an hour ago under the watchful eyes of a prospect. A sense of unease slithers through me, but I shake it off so I can focus on getting everything possible taken care of on her RV. I want to get us back to Roanoke, even though now I’ll have to see about building a house for us since I gave Ryleigh and Brick our family home. I can’t wait to head out on the club’s boat so we can fish, or sit up in our deer stand to see what she’s got. Just the thought of her toting a rifle, her delectable body encased in camo, has me adjusting my cock.

“What the fuck is this?” Kracken yells, stepping back from the RV. I watch in avid fascination as hundreds of small baggies fall down around his feet. Moving closer, I crouch and pick one of them up and shock courses through me.

“Drugs? She doesn’t seem the type,” Scythe muses, now crouched next to me holding his own bag.

“Bet they are her ex’s,” I mutter. “Because she’s about as wholesome as they come, Brother.”

“Gather it all up so we can destroy it. We don’t run drugs and I know y’all don’t either,” Raptor decrees. Even though he’s not my club president, he’s still one for this chapter so without hesitation, I follow his orders.

“Fuck, that’s got some major street value,” Ares says as we look down at the small pile of baggies now covering the workbench. “If it belongs to her ex, maybe that could explain why he’s still trying to find her?”

“She said he didn’t know about the RV,” I reply, questions swirling in my head.

“How much does she really know about him?” Raptor asks.

I shrug. Hell, I don’t even know his full name, and since I don’t want her upset, I hadn’t planned to ask.

“Let’s get Facet to see if he can access her shit, might be able to find something out,” Gator, the chapter’s VP, states.

Maybe an hour or so later, while we’re in the common room around the bar, drinking beer and shooting the shit since we’ve done all we can today, Ares’ phone rings. When he pulls it out, a grin crosses his face and I realize it’s probably his ol’ lady, Ember. My hackles raise, however, when his voice raises and I hear, “Slow down, babe, and repeat what you just said. Where’s the prospect? Wait, what? Okay, we’re on our way.”

I’m already standing up when he looks at the rest of us and says, “Rory was taken.”