THREE
ROGUE
I lay Willow down on the bed, my eyes roaming over her beautiful body. Her dark hair fans out on the pillow, her cheeks flushed with desire. I've been with many women before, but none have affected me like this shy, innocent girl. She’s not like the women I usually sleep with. Those women know the score. They want the same thing I do: a fun night filled with hot sex, and to wake up the next morning without any attachments.
"You're so beautiful," I murmur, trailing my fingers along her jawline. I’m hard as fucking stone and I’ve not even tasted her yet.
Willow shivers at my touch, her eyes wide with anticipation and a hint of nervousness. "I... I'm not sure what to do," she admits softly.
"It's okay, Little Flower. Just feel," I reassure her, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.
I’ve never felt the urge to be gentle, to teach someone to fuck, but it seems to be a theme when it comes to Willow. She’s got a fucking hold over me that I can’t shake, that I don’t want to.
I take my time undressing her, savoring each new area of soft skin revealed. When she's bare before me, I can't help but stare with molten desire. She truly is perfect.
Willow blushes under my intense gaze. "You're still dressed," she points out shyly.
I smirk, quickly shedding my own clothes. Her eyes widen as she takes in my muscular form, lingering on the various scars and tattoos that mark my skin.
I join her on the bed, hovering over her. "We'll go slow," I promise. "Tell me if anything hurts or you want to stop."
Willow nods, reaching up to touch my face. The tenderness of the gesture catches me off guard. I turn my head to press a kiss to her palm.
I take my time exploring her body with my hands and mouth, learning what makes her gasp and moan. I’m dying to taste her. I have no doubt she tastes exquisite, like honey.
As I hover over Willow, I'm struck by how small and delicate she looks beneath me. Her eyes are wide, filled with a mixture of desire and nervousness. I want to savor every moment, to make this first time something she'll never forget.
I trail kisses down her neck, relishing the soft sighs that escape her lips. My hands roam her body, memorizing every curve and dip. When I take one of her nipples into my mouth, she arches against me with a gasp.
"Rogue," she whimpers, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I look up at her, my cock thickening even more. "Yes, Little Flower?"
"Please," she breathes, though I'm not sure she even knows what she's asking for.
I smirk, continuing my journey down her body. When I settle between her thighs, I can see how wet she is already. The scent of her arousal makes my mouth water.
"I'm going to taste you now," I growl, my voice rough with desire. "Is that okay?"
Willow nods frantically, her hips lifting slightly off the bed in anticipation.
At the first swipe of my tongue, she cries out, her body tensing. I take my time, alternating between broad licks and focused attention on her clit. Her moans grow louder, her hands fisting in the sheets as I bring her closer to the edge.
When I slip a finger inside her, she's impossibly tight. I work her open slowly, adding a second finger as I continue to lick and suck at her clit.
"Oh God," she gasps, her thighs trembling. "Rogue, I'm... I'm..."
"Let go, baby," I encourage her. "Come for me."
With a final curl of my fingers and a hard suck on her clit, Willow shatters. Her back arches off the bed as she cries out my name, her inner walls clenching around my fingers. I work her through it, only pulling away when she whimpers from oversensitivity.
As I move back up her body, I can't help but feel a surge of pride at how wrecked she looks. Her hair is a mess, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. She's never looked more beautiful.
"You okay?" I ask softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
Willow nods, a dazed smile on her lips. "That was... wow."
I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "We're just getting started, Little Flower."
Positioning myself at her entrance, I pause, searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation. "You sure about this?"
"Yes," she breathes, wrapping her legs around my waist. "I want you, Rogue."
I pause, hesitating slightly, wondering if this is the right thing to do.
"Rogue, please," she whimpers, breaking my resolve.
I enter her slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust. She winces slightly at the initial pain, but soon her discomfort gives way to pleasure.
I pause, letting Willow adjust to the feeling of me inside her. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her breathing rapid. But she looks so fucking gorgeous lying there stuffed with my cock.
"You're doing so well, Little Flower," I say through clenched teeth. "Just relax. I've got you."
Slowly, I feel her body start to relax around me. When she opens her eyes, they're hazy with desire.
"Move," she whispers. "Please."
I start to thrust, keeping my pace slow and steady. The feeling of her tight heat around me is indescribable. I've been with plenty of women before, but none have felt like this. None have made me feel this... connected.
As Willow starts to move with me, meeting my thrusts, I pick up the pace. The room fills with the sounds of our mingled moans and the slap of skin on skin.
"Rogue," she gasps, her nails digging into my back. "Oh God, Rogue."
I groan at the sound of my name on her lips. "That's it, baby. Let me hear you."
I shift my angle slightly, hitting that spot inside her that makes her cry out. Her legs tighten around my waist as I drive into her harder, faster.
"I'm close," she whimpers. "So close."
I slip a hand between us, my thumb finding her clit. "Come for me, Willow," I growl. "Let go."
With a final cry, Willow comes undone beneath me. The sight of her in ecstasy, combined with the feeling of her inner walls clenching around me, pushes me over the edge. I bury my face in her neck as I follow her into bliss, her name a reverent whisper on my lips.
As we come down from our high, I carefully pull out of her before gathering her in my arms. Willow curls into me, her head resting on my chest.
"Are you okay?" I ask softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
She nods, a contented smile on her face. "More than okay. That was... incredible."
I chuckle, running my fingers through her hair. "You were incredible."
Never have I felt this way before, and I know I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t want more of this. I shouldn’t want to spend my nights with Willow. But I do, and it fucking terrifies me how much this woman has twisted me up inside.
As Willow drifts off to sleep in my arms, I'm hit with a wave of conflicting emotions. On one hand, I feel more at peace than I have in years. But on the other hand, I'm acutely aware of the danger I've put her in by bringing her into my world.
I think about Storm's orders to get close to her, to find out what she knows. The thought of using her, of potentially hurting her, makes my gut tighten with disgust. This shouldn’t be how it is. I should be able to do what he asks without feeling conflicted, yet that’s exactly what I’m feeling.
Looking down at her peaceful face, I make a silent vow. I'll protect her, no matter what. From the Hawks, from my own club if necessary.
As I hold Willow in my arms, her soft breathing the only sound in the quiet room, reality comes crashing back. What the fuck am I doing? This sweet, innocent girl has no place in my world. A world of violence, betrayal, and constant danger.
I should end this now, before she gets in too deep. Before I drag her down into the darkness that surrounds me. It would be the right thing to do, the honorable thing.
But as I look at her sleeping face, so peaceful and trusting, I know I can't let her go. In just one night, she’s nestled her way under my skin, into a part of my heart I thought was long dead.
I tighten my arms around her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. Whatever comes, I'll face it. I'll keep her safe, even if it means going against my brothers, my club.
For the first time in years, I drift off to sleep with a sense of peace. But my dreams are plagued by visions of blood and chaos, Willow's screams echoing in my ears as I try desperately to reach her.
I wake with a start, my heart pounding. The bed beside me is empty, and for a moment, panic grips me. Then I hear the soft humming coming from the kitchen.
I pull on a pair of sweatpants and pad out of the bedroom to find Willow in one of my t-shirts, making coffee. The sight of her in my clothes, looking so at home in my space, does something to me I can't quite explain.
"Morning," she says with a shy smile when she notices me. "I found the coffee. I hope you don't mind."
I cross the room in two strides, pulling her into my arms and kissing her deeply. She melts into me, her arms winding around my neck.
When we finally break apart, she looks up at me with those big, innocent eyes. "What was that for?"
I shrug, not wanting to admit how much the domestic scene affected me. "Just felt like it."
Her smile brightens, and she turns back to the coffee. As I watch her move around my kitchen, I'm hit with a sense of rightness that scares the shit out of me. This isn't me. I don't do relationships. I don't do morning afters. And yet, here I am wanting nothing more than to wake up to this sight every day.
"I have class in a couple of hours," Willow says, breaking into my thoughts. "I should probably head home soon to change."
Reality intrudes once again. Right. She has a life outside of this bubble we've created. A normal life, with classes and a future that doesn't involve outlaw motorcycle clubs and rival gangs.
"I'll give you a ride," I offer, pushing down the urge to ask her to skip class and stay with me.
As we sip our coffee, a comfortable silence falls between us. But I can see the questions in Willow's eyes, the uncertainty about what last night means for us. I'm not sure I have the answers she's looking for.
"Rogue," she starts, her voice soft, "last night was amazing, but I'm not really sure where we go from here."
I take a deep breath, buying time as I try to figure out how to respond. The smart thing would be to end it now, to tell her it was just a one-time thing. But the thought of never seeing her again, never holding her in my arms, it's more painful than I want to admit.
"I'm not good at this, Willow," I say finally, running a hand through my hair. "Relationships, feelings... it's not something I do. But last night... Fuck, you've got me all twisted up inside."
Her eyes widen at my admission. "So you want to see me again?"
"Yeah." I nod, surprised by how much I mean it. "Yeah, I do. If that's what you want."
The smile that lights up her face is brighter than the sun. She throws her arms around me, pressing a kiss to my lips. "I want that too," she whispers against my mouth.
As I hold her close, breathing in her sweet scent, I know I'm in dangerous territory. But for the first time in years, I find myself not giving a damn about the consequences.
We finish our coffee and I lend Willow one of my smaller t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants to wear home. The sight of her in my clothes does something primal to me, and I have to force myself not to drag her back to bed.
The ride to her apartment is too short. As we pull up outside her building, I'm already dreading letting her go.
"Thank you for last night," Willow says as she climbs off the bike. "And this morning. It was... perfect."
I pull her in for one last kiss, pouring all the things I can't say into it. When we part, we're both breathing heavily.
"I'll call you," I promise.
She nods, a shy smile on her face as she heads into her building. I watch until she disappears from sight, then rev my engine and head towards the clubhouse.
As I ride, my mind races. What the fuck am I doing? Getting involved with Willow is dangerous, not just for me but for her. If the club finds out, if the Hawks find out... Fuck.
But even as these thoughts swirl in my head, I can't bring myself to regret last night. For the first time in years, I felt something real, something pure. And I'm not ready to let that go.
I pull into the clubhouse lot, noticing the tension in the air immediately. Something's up.
Ghost meets me at the door, his face grim. "Where the fuck have you been? We've been trying to reach you all night."
"Had my phone off," I tell him with knitted brows. “What’s up?”
Ghost's eyes narrow, studying me closely. "The Hawks made another move. Hit one of our gun shipments, took out two of our guys."
"Fuck," I growl, my fists clenching. "When?"
"Last night. Around midnight." Ghost pauses, his gaze still suspicious. "Where were you, brother?"
I hesitate for a split second, debating how much to reveal. "I was with the girl. Willow."
Understanding dawns in Ghost's eyes, followed quickly by concern. "Rogue, man... you know how dangerous that is. If Storm finds out?—"
"I know," I cut him off, as it’s obvious Storm didn’t tell him about the order he gave me. "But there's something about her, Ghost. She's different."
Ghost sighs, running a hand over his face. "Just be careful, brother. And get your head in the game. We've got a war brewing."
I nod, pushing thoughts of Willow aside for now. "What's the plan?"
"Storm's called Church in an hour. We'll figure out our next move then."
As Ghost walks away, I head to my room in the clubhouse to shower and change. The events of last night feel like a distant dream now, the peace I felt in Willow's arms replaced by the familiar tension of club business.
But as I strip off my clothes, her scent still lingering on my skin, I know I can't just forget about her. Whatever this is between us, it's not going away anytime soon.
I step into the shower, letting the hot water wash over me as I try to clear my head. I've got to focus on the club, on the threat from the Hawks. But even as I tell myself this, my mind keeps drifting back to Willow's soft smile, her gentle touch.
As I dress in fresh clothes, my eyes land on my cut hanging on the back of the door; on the patch that marks me as a member of the Saint's Outlaws MC, the only family I've known for years. I run my fingers over the worn leather, feeling the weight of loyalty and brotherhood it represents.
But for the first time, I find myself questioning if this is all there is to life. If there could be something more, something... softer. Something like what I felt with Willow.
I shake my head, pushing these dangerous thoughts aside. I've got a job to do, brothers to protect. Whatever's going on with Willow, it'll have to wait.
Grabbing my cut, I head out to face whatever's coming next. But even as I steel myself for the storm ahead, a small part of me is already counting down the hours until I can see Willow again.
The clubhouse is buzzing with tension as I make my way to the chapel. Brothers are gathered in small groups, talking in low, angry voices. The loss of two of our own has everyone on edge, itching for real revenge.
I take my seat at the table, nodding to Storm as he enters. His face is set in hard lines, eyes blazing with barely contained rage. The room falls silent as he takes his place at the head of the table.
"Brothers," Storm begins, his voice low and dangerous, "last night, the Shadow Hawks crossed a line. They didn't just hit our shipment—they killed our brothers in cold blood."
A growl of anger ripples through the room. I feel my own fury rising as I think of the men we've lost.
"This isn't just business anymore," Storm continues. "This is war. And we're going to make those bastards pay."
He lays out the plan—a coordinated strike on multiple Hawks operations, designed to cripple their business and send a clear message. It's bold, risky, and exactly the kind of move that could either cement our power or destroy us completely.
As the details are hammered out, I find my mind drifting to Willow. What would she think if she knew what I was planning? The violence, the danger... it's so far removed from her world of classrooms and lesson plans.
"Rogue," Storm's voice cuts through my thoughts. "You'll lead the team hitting their main warehouse. Take Ghost, Savage, and Hades with you."
I nod, pushing thoughts of Willow aside. "Consider it done, Prez."
As the meeting wraps up, Ghost pulls me aside. "You good, brother? You seemed distracted in there."
I run a hand through my hair, sighing. "Yeah, just... got a lot on my mind."
Ghost's eyes narrow. "This about that girl? Willow?"
I hesitate, but nod. There's no point lying to Ghost. He knows me too well.
"Look, man," Ghost says, his voice low. "I get it. She's got you twisted up. But you gotta keep your head in the game. This shit with the Hawks... it's serious."
"I know," I growl. "Don't worry about me. I'll do what needs to be done."
Ghost studies me for a moment longer before nodding. "Alright. Just be careful, yeah? With the Hawks and with the girl."
As I watch him walk away, I'm struck by the impossible situation I've found myself in. On one side, there's the club—my brothers, my family, the only life I've known for years. On the other, there's Willow—soft, innocent, a glimpse of a life I never thought I could have.
I pull out my phone, staring at Willow's number. I should call her, warn her to stay away. Tell her last night was a mistake, that we can't see each other again. It would be the smart thing to do, the safe thing. Instead, I don’t do any of that. I put my cell back into my pocket and focus on what needs to be done.
Whatever the hell is happening between Willow and I can wait.