Page 8 of The Biker’s Secret Claim (Chaos Brothers MC #2)

Nicole

“I think I’m losing my mind.” I stand in the back room whispering into my phone at Sienna, “Tell me I shouldn’t do this.”

“No way! This is exactly what you need. A fun night with a stranger. You said half a million times how badly you wanted a big, rough, bad boy to play around with. Here he is… your gift from the heavens.”

“I don’t think the heavens are sending gifts like this. Besides, it’s weird. He’s a real bad boy, not a fake one. He used to be a hitman or is a hitman. I don’t know which. Either way, he’s killed people!”

“Nicole,” Sienna says my name slowly as though she’s trying to recenter me, “is he going to kill you?”

I think over her question carefully. He’s weird and chaotic but I don’t get a killer vibe. “No, but the women Jeffery Dahmer killed didn’t think he was going to kill them either.”

“True… so maybe you should leave,” she pauses, “or you give into that wild side of you that needs adventure and live your life. You said you broke up with Aaron, so you’re free. Act like it.”

“We broke up two hours ago!”

“Then you’ve already wasted an hour. Besides, you’ve been disconnected from Aaron for months! I’ll be right here to rescue you if the biker turns into a monster.”

The weird thing is, I don’t see Ghost as a monster.

Sure, he’s unhinged, and he’s done some violent things, but I don’t think he’d hurt me.

In fact, no one has ever protected me like he did earlier, and I’ve never felt more seen.

Clearly, there’s another side to him. A side that’s made up of more than all the terrible things he’s ever done.

That, or I’m rationalizing him so my body and brain can do the things it’s been dying to do.

I drag in a deep breath and let it out slowly. I’m not sure what I’m doing yet, but clearly, Sienna is team one-night stand. “Okay, I’ll be over as soon as the weather clears.”

“Or you’ll take your time and have the night you’ll think back on five years from now when you’re married with three kids, wondering how your life got so boring again.”

I shake my head and smile. “Love you.”

“Love you, too!”

Maybe she’s right. One night with a big, rough, hot, bad boy won’t kill me, right?

The irony in that statement is hilarious.

Lingering for a moment, I stare at the calendar of kittens hanging above my desk, trying not to focus on the single ‘x’ from nearly thirty days ago. Instead, I stare at the cutest calico with bright blue eyes and a fuzzy white tail. I feel like she’s trying to tell me what a bad idea all this is.

Sorry, kitty. I need a break from the chains.

I let out a breath and pause, fighting the responsible part of me away. I don’t want to be safe and sound anymore. I want to be wild and free.

Stepping forward, I push past the uncertainty and grab the dildo out of the bottom drawer, carrying it into the front where Ghost sits in the chair in the center of the room.

He’s put on a record, something instrumental, and there are a few blankets from the storage closet scattered out in front of him.

The flannel pajamas look even better without his shirt on.

Damn, the man is fit. Firm shoulders, huge biceps, and freaking abs! Why is he interested in me? The only sit-ups I do are when I’m sitting up out of bed, and most mornings my breakfast comes with a side of chocolate chip cookies. Sometimes, that’s the whole breakfast.

Ghost glares at me with the look of a man who’s clearly turned up. His eyes are hooded and his hand rubs at the bulge growing down the side of his flannel covered leg.

I’m such a novice. I have no idea what to do or where to be.

With Aaron sex was, get this, predictable.

He asked me if I wanted to have sex and we went into the bedroom, kissed, and had sex.

Sure, there was oral, and we’d rotate the same few positions, but there was no pageantry.

He certainly never sat in a chair, staring at me the way Ghost is staring at me.

I’m pretty sure the stare alone is worth this possible mistake. It’s sharp and deliberate like he’s mapping every inch of me, like he’s committing this moment to memory in a way that feels possessive and real.

I can’t start thinking this is real.

He strokes his hand through his salt and pepper beard. “Take off your clothes.”

My brows narrow. “What?”

“You said I’m in charge, right? Take off your clothes.”

Oh God, what have I gotten myself into? “Yeah, you’re in charge, but I thought you were just going to be a guide, not so demanding.”

He leans forward in the chair, a piece of his soaking black hair dropping forward. “I’m not sure we went over the rules, baby girl.”

“Rules?” My thighs squeeze together at the mere thought of the way he’s looking at me. It’s something between a lion chasing a gazelle and a gorilla staking his territory.

“Rules. If you want this, you’re going to have to ask me nicely when you want something. Use your manners and remember your polite words. Can you do that?”

I want to laugh, come, and die all at once. For not ever doing this before, he’s presenting himself pretty well.

I’m sure he’s done this a million times, and probably told the story about how he hasn’t a million more. “And what happens if I don’t listen?”

“Well, then you get punished.”

“Punished?” A hard lump rolls down my throat. “What kind of punishment?”

“A few good old-fashioned spankings will work just fine, but I’m thinking you’d like that too much, so we’re going with denial.”

“Denial?”

He stands from the chair and steps toward me, his body heavy over mine, carrying quiet authority. His presence feels like gravity itself, impossible to ignore or step away from. “Strip down for me, or I’ll take you to the edge and I won’t let you finish.”

My clit throbs as the heat from his rough breath touches my collarbone.

He takes a step back, the wood creaking under his weight before he leans against the counter in the hazy light of the room.

Fingers shaking, I unbutton the flannel slowly and let the fabric fall to the ground. The cool air prickles against my skin as my pulse quickens.

Who is this girl?

Ghost watches carefully, the dim light cutting sharp angles across his face. “Good girl. You should see how good you look right now.”

“Please!” I exhale with embarrassment over the shape of my body. “I’m—”

“Don’t do that. You’re beautiful.” He steps toward me and circles me like prey, running his big, calloused hand down over my frame. “Focus on how this feels.”

I’m not sure my heart could beat any faster. I’ve never been touched like this, never been admired like this, never been so focused on. It’s both insanely uncomfortable and pleasurable.

“You’re nervous.” His hand lands on my chest before climbing up to my throat.

“You don’t have to be. I’ll take care of you.

” The pad of his thumb brushes against the vein in my neck, and he leans in slowly, kissing my collarbone, then my neck and my ears, as a low growl leaves his throat. “Are you open to anything?”

I’m not sure what anything means, but this is supposed to be an adventure, so I nod, despite the air leaving my lungs as I do it.

“Good. Then sit in that chair and spread your legs for me. I need a taste.”

Oh, damn!

I sit back in the chair and stare up at him, spreading my legs as though I’ve done this a million times, but I sure as hell haven’t—not like this.

“Good girl. But when I ask you to do something, I need you to answer me with, ‘yes, sir.’ Understand?”

I swallow hard as my clit throbs against the lips of my pussy. “Yes, sir.”

Oh my God, why is this so hot?

He kneels down and kisses my thighs, brushing his beard against my skin, tickling my outer lips.

It’s soft and gentle at first, but after he’s breathed me in, he’s more aggressive, burying his face against me as he licks and sucks with a growl so deep that my hands instinctively dig into his hair and my hips grind up against his face.

Every groan and thrust of his tongue sends me closer and closer to an ecstasy I’ve never felt. He’s measured and precise, yet hungry and wild. I’ve never felt anything like it.

“Don’t stop!” I moan out my request, but he finishes and stands, licking his lips with a growl.

“No, you don’t make demands. I do. I tell you when to come, what to do, and what to taste.” His voice is deep and raspy, as though he’s been gargling rocks.

I fix my gaze up toward him, completely at his mercy, desperate for his permission to release, excited for his commands.

“You taste like you’re ready.”

“Ready for what?” I squeeze my legs together instinctively as he nods toward the dildo.

“That big cock.”

I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want that thing anymore. I want him. I want to feel whatever he’s working with. I want him in my mouth, in my ass, on my face, in my pussy. There isn’t a place I don’t want it.

I can feel the redness in my face. I’ve never been good at this kind of thing. “Actually, I… I want you instead.”

“You want me?” He smiles coyly as he walks toward the counter. “If you want my cock, you’re going to have to prove you can take that one first.”

The dildo I bought is ten inches. Ghost is a big guy, and a big man has a big cock, but there’s no way he’s bigger than ten inches, right?

“Crawl to me.” He bends his fingers in a come-hither motion where he holds the massive, fake cock I’ve been too shy to use for nearly a year now.

“ Crawl? What? No. I’m not gonna crawl to you.”

“That’s one punishment.” His gaze is sharp with intent. “Wanna go for two?” He lowers his head, letting the darkness fill his face before his voice deepens as he says, “Crawl to me. I want to see that pretty ass in the air.”

What the hell is happening and why do I want to crawl to him? I need to stop fighting this. I wanted him to take me over, and he’s doing it… effortlessly.

“Yes, sir,” I manage, climbing down onto my hands and knees to crawl toward him, one knee in front of the other until I’m staring even further up at the biggest man I’ve ever seen.