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Overall, the day had been wonderful. Even the run-in with the nasty couple hadn’t dimmed my enjoyment or his. We went inside his house, had a cool drink, and relaxed in the air conditioning. When we recovered, he offered to take me on a house tour. I eagerly agreed. I’d only seen the living room and his bedroom yesterday, and my mind hadn’t been focused on admiring them. It registered as we rode up that his house was a one-story, which wasn’t typical of the others on the compound.

It wasn’t a small house, even if it was a single-story. The living room had built-ins on either side of a fireplace, and the large-screen television was above the mantel on the wall. Off the foyer to one side was a dining room and a half bath, and on the other was an office. The office had built-in bookcases. I wanted to return and explore those because they were almost full of books. It seemed Tinker was a reader. I was curious to see what he liked.

Another room was at an angle from the living room, with its sliding door to the outside enclosed patio. He called it a leisure room. I called it an informal family room. It was open to an eat-in nook, where there was a small dining table, and to the kitchen. The kitchen was spacious, with a walk-in pantry and a sizable island. Double ovens helped to make it a cook’s dream.

Past the kitchen were three nice-sized bedrooms and two full bathrooms. One bath was shared between two bedrooms, and the other was an en suite. Off the frontmost bedroom was a small veranda. All three had decent-sized walk-in closets, and the laundry room was there as well. The garage was on the front wall of one bedroom and part of the kitchen.

The opposite of the living room and office was the master bedroom and bathroom. While the bedroom was huge and had doors that opened onto another veranda, the bathroom was what I loved. In addition to dual walk-in closets and double sinks, it had a massive tub and a walk-in shower that stretched almost the length of the front wall. Windows overlooked the front where the shower was, but they had frosted glass so that no one could see inside.

Tinker hadn’t skimped on the materials used: the flooring combined plush carpet, beautiful tile, and rich wood flooring. The counters were marble. Throughout most of the rooms, they had stepped ceilings. The woodwork and cabinets were all unique. Without being told, I knew they’d been custom-made. When we were done, he took me to the family room.

He gave me a look that made me think he might be nervous. “What do you think of the house?” he asked.

“Think of it? I think it’s beyond stunning, Vance. You made all the cabinets, bookcases, and built-ins, didn’t you?”

He nodded. “I did most of them. I had a little help from some of the guys at Iron’s Rehab. We got the house plan online and had our MC friends in Dublin Falls do the building for us. They have people located about halfway between us and them, so whenever we need a new house built, they do it. If they can’t, they’ll recommend someone, but it hasn’t been an issue yet. We’ve done custom work for some of their customers and personal houses. It works out.”

Annie had explained their friendship with other clubs. “Do you mean the Archangel’s Warriors? They live in Dublin Falls, right?”

He appeared pleased that I knew of them. “I do. They have other chapters, but the ones in Dublin Falls and Hunters Creek are the ones we’re close to. Then there’s the Ruthless Marauders in Knoxville, the Pagans Souls in Cherokee, North Carolina, and another chapter in Lake Oconee, Georgia. The farthest away club is the Horsemen of Wrath. They’re in St. Augustine, Florida. And then we’re friends with a group of guys Reaper was in the SEALs with. They have a business called Dark Patriots in Hampton, Virginia. Those are our closest friends who always have our backs no matter what comes up, and we do the same for them.”

“Annie told me you were friends with several clubs, but not all their names. And I knew Reaper had been a Navy SEAL. How did you meet? Is there an online group for bikers, and you find each other that way?” I joked.

He threw back his head and laughed loudly. When he got himself under control, he answered me. I liked seeing him so relaxed. The difference between now and what he was like the past couple of months was night and day.

“No, there isn’t, but that’s a thought. I’ll have to suggest it. Between Spawn and the other computer guys in our clubs, it would be easy to do. I’m not sure if we want more people in our circle, though. It takes time to determine if clubs are like ours or not. We don’t mess with those who aren’t.”

“In what way are you different?”

“Not every club is into legal businesses to make its money. I’ll be honest. The Punishers weren’t either many years back. The same goes for the Warriors and others. However, we wised up and found there were less dangerous ways to make a living while enjoying the life we wanted. We stay away from the one-percenters who deal in drugs, guns, trafficking, and other bad shit. It’ll always come back and bite you. Past brothers have been lost to prison or death. There’s always a chance the death part could happen, but it’s a lot less likely when you’re legal.”

“You mean from wrecking on your bikes?” I asked.

“That and having someone come after us. Even if we’re legit, we still can attract enemies or have run-ins with those willing to do whatever they can to hurt the club, innocent people, or those we love. We’ve been known to step in if we know of injustice harming others. We don’t go looking for trouble for the sake of finding it, but if it comes at us, we stand and deal.”

I heard the warning in his voice. The way he was watching me made me think he thought this would scare me.

“I’m not excited at the thought of people coming after you, but I wouldn’t respect you or the club half as much if you stood by and allowed them to do it or to harm others.”

“That’s good to know. I’ll never be a man who can let my family or innocents get hurt, Haven. It would destroy me if I did. I’m careful, but there are no guarantees in life for any of us, no matter what our job or lifestyle is like. A banker can be crossing the street and get hit by a car, or a robber can come into his bank and shoot him. We take precautions, but I can’t make promises.”

I scooted closer to him. We were sitting on his leather couch. His arm came around me and tugged me to lean against him. I patted his chest. “Vance, I’m not asking for those.”

“Good. Okay, we got off track. Tell me what you’d change about the house. When I moved in, I wanted out of the clubhouse and into my place. I didn’t bother to do more than get the necessities, mainly furniture for the main rooms and my bedroom.”

“Okay, well, since you asked, here goes. You do need color. White walls are too stark. It needs warmth. You have a fantastic canvas from which to work. There are so many ways you can go. The flooring, counters, and cabinetry are top-quality, which makes it easy. Paint, decor, fixtures, and additional furnishings will make it come together. Your outdoor space is a dream. I can imagine you putting in a firepit and more out there.” My enthusiasm came out. I couldn’t help it.

“Then it’s a good thing I know this awesome designer who can do that for me.”

“You’d let me decorate your house?”

“Hell yeah, I would. Who else would I trust to do it? The only thing is, I have no idea about decorating shit, so you do it in whatever you think works best. If you’d live in it or like it, I’ll be fine with you doing it. Short of you tearing out my custom woodwork, that is. I doubt you’ll do any of that crazy stuff I’ve seen some designers do in those magazines. You wouldn’t, would you?”

There was a hint of worry in his tone. My devilish side wanted to tease him, just to see what he’d do or say. “Of course not. This room would look great in a bright orange with yellow splashes here and there.” I made myself sound enthusiastic as I waved my hands in the air.

He narrowed his gaze on me. I tried to keep smiling, but a giggle escaped. He growled and pressed me back until I was lying on my back, with him hovering over me.

“You paint my house orange and yellow, and you won’t be able to sit on that fine-as-fuck ass of yours for weeks, Witch,” he muttered kinda darkly.

His threat of a spanking made my whole body come alive. I could imagine him spanking me into submission. His mouth quirked up on one side. “Ah, I forgot you like to be spanked. Is that all, or do you enjoy other types of discipline, baby?”

Images of discipline I’d read about or seen in online videos flashed through my head. The thought of him doing the ones I found intriguing made my nipples tighten even more, and the slickness between my legs heightened. Unconsciously, I tried to squeeze my legs together, but he had a leg between mine. When I tightened on his leg, he smirked.

“Oh, yeah, my sweet witch is getting hot from the thought of it. Are you wet? Do you need help relieving an ache?” he whispered gutturally. I gasped when his knee was gently but firmly pressed into my core. Then he started to rock it against me.

He kept rocking and ramping up the pace. In no time, it seemed, I was gripping his upper arms, trying not to claw him as an orgasm grew inside of me. I shouldn’t let him do this, but it felt too good. I was throbbing and needing to get relief.

Suddenly, he lowered his head and nipped my lips, then my earlobes, as he kneaded my breast. It was through my shirt and bra, but combined with the rest, it sent me reeling into an orgasm. I cried out and panted as it washed through me. He hovered over me, watching my face and pressing, releasing, pressing, and releasing that knee. I saw immense satisfaction written on his rugged face. The waves kept rolling until they gradually eased away to nothing. When they did, I lay there limp and panting. I was tingling all over.

As my brain began to work again, my cheeks heated with mortification. He swooped down and kissed me passionately. He took his time, and I breathed harder when he drew away from me.

“Don’t be embarrassed. That was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen, Haven. Your coming is delicious. I want to see it over and over again. I’m sorry, though, that I rushed you into it. I tried to be patient, but you were too tempting.”

“You didn’t rush me. I was embarrassed because I thought you’d think I was a slut for letting you do it. This is technically our first date. Aren’t women who have sex on their first date considered slutty?” I asked.

“I don’t believe in labeling it. If it feels right, then do it. You’re talking to a guy who hasn’t dated since his early twenties. And this isn’t our first date. Yesterday was. What’s your stance on second dates? Or if I said I wanted to take you to my bed and strip you bare so I can ravish you and make you come until we’re both so content we curl up in each other’s arms and sleep, only to wake up and do it again?” he asked huskily.

His erection was burning through our combined jeans. I shifted my core to rub against him. He groaned. I had a choice here. I could make him move away, and we’d sit up and find something less dangerous to do, or I could give him the green light and take this way beyond me getting off in my panties. It took me only seconds to make my decision. I reached up and cupped his whisker-covered jaw. I softly rubbed it.

“If you promise to respect me afterward, I might be persuadable,” I told him, giving him a coy wink.

“Babe, I could never disrespect you. We’ve been doing this dance for two months, even when we didn’t realize it. If you equate all the times we saw or spoke to each other, we’ve had plenty of dates,” he stated. I saw hope ignite in his expression.

“Do grunts and one-word replies count, though,” I razzed him.

“Hell yeah, they do, Witch,” he muttered.

Anything else I might’ve planned to say was forgotten when he kissed me. His mouth devastated me. My temperature shot through the roof as raw, unbridled lust consumed me. I was barely aware that I was being lifted and carried. It registered more, but not by much, when I was placed on a soft surface. Glancing around hazily, it became clear I was in his bedroom and back on his bed. Only this time, there would be more than hot kisses exchanged. I wasn’t leaving here until Tinker had me entirely.

The vaguest warning was whispering to me not to move so fast. What if this ended badly? But the rest of me said, so what if it did? It was better to take a chance than live with regret. I’d put much of my life on hold for so long. I refused to do it anymore. Nothing ventured, nothing gained was how the saying went. Grandma had believed in that. She’d tried many times to get me to live by it. In her honor, I was about to do it.

When we’d come in from our ride, he’d hung up his cut, and we’d shed our boots and socks. It was too hot, even in the air-conditioned house, to wear them. This left us with our regular clothes. He ended our kiss, which left me whimpering and trying to chase his mouth so we’d go back to kissing. Tinker didn’t allow me to catch it.

“I need you to listen to me. Focus,” Tinker said forcefully.

“I am,” I told him.

“Look into my eyes, Haven.”

I did as he asked.

“Good girl. I want you to be sure that this is what you want. If you prefer to wait, we can. I won’t be mad. I want you to have no doubts that this, me, is what you want. There’s no turning back once it happens.”

“I’m sure. I want you, this. Please, I need you, Vance,” I pleaded.

If I didn’t get rid of these clothes soon, I’d die from heatstroke. He stared at me hard for several heartbeats and then smiled. “And I need you more than you know. We need to get rid of these clothes.”

He eased away from me to stand. He’d been bent over me after lying me down, and while he kissed me. I sat up and lifted my top. I flung it across the room. I couldn’t care less where it landed. He removed his form-fitted T-shirt at the same time. Seeing his defined and cut muscles, dark chest hair, and tattoos made me freeze. I had to pause to admire the specimen he made. While I was distracted and itching to touch him, he got his jeans off, leaving him in a pair of tight navy blue briefs. Those briefs did nothing to hide the erection he was sporting. The bulge was a monster. Equal parts excitement and apprehension filled me. Was it too much to handle? Cognizant I was falling behind, I hurried to unsnap and unzip my jeans. I barely had it done when his hand captured mine, stopping me.

“What?” I asked. Had he changed his mind?

“Let me. I already let you take off your top. The rest of you is mine to unwrap. We’ll never get our first time back. I’ve never cared about it in the past, but it matters with you, Haven. Let me memorize you. I’ll be able to recognize you by feel in the dark by the time we have no more secrets from each other. Not only will I be able to find you by touch, but taste and smell.”

His words made me shiver. They were so stark, yet honest. He meant it. I eased back, so I was reclining on the bed. He stood by the edge. He latched onto the waistband of my pants and began to inch them down slowly. I helped by pressing my feet into the mattress and raising my ass off the bed so he could get them past my butt. Once they were, I lowered myself, and he finished removing them. Free of them, I watched as he gripped my thighs and tugged me so my bottom was at the edge of the mattress. Spreading my legs, he leaned over me.

My bra had the closure in the front, not the back. Spying it, he flicked it open, releasing my breasts. As they spilled from the cups, he groaned and cupped them both in his large hands. I shivered and jerked as his work-roughened thumbs swiped back and forth over my nipples, making them harden into tighter beads. He plucked them between his thumb and forefinger, elongating them. I squirmed. That turned into moans when he applied a twist to each one.

“Look at that—such pretty, enticing tits with the perfect pink cherries on top. I’ve got to know. Do they taste as sweet as they look?” he asked right before he lowered his head and sucked the left one into his mouth.

Zings of sparks shot from my nips to my clit. I barely let out a gasp before he bit down. The bite, along with the pleasure, made me jerk and cry out. Tinker sucked harder and thrashed it with his tongue and nibbled with his teeth. Those sensations, combined with the tingles in the other breast he was tugging on with his hand, made me wilder.

I whimpered in denial when he let go. But he only did it long enough, thank God, to mutter, “It is sweeter. I need to check the other one.”

He did precisely that. Back and forth, over and over, he switched between them, using his hands and mouth to drive me toward an orgasm. I didn’t know it was possible to have one from breast play. I learned something when I crested and called out his name as I came, “Vance.” My voice sounded broken.

He eased me down from the high. When I was done, I was weak, and the crotch of my panties was soaked. I tried to grab him and bring him to me so I could explore his body, but he evaded me. He shook his head.

“Not now. I’m too on edge. If you touch me, I’ll blow. Let me do one more thing, then you’re mine.”

“But I want to inspect your incredible body,” I protested.

“Thanks for the compliment. I promise to let you do all the inspecting you want soon. However, it has to wait.”

Tinker didn’t give me a chance to say more. He tugged my panties off. He didn’t drop them onto the floor like my jeans when he had them free. Instead, he held them up to his nose and inhaled. A growl rumbled out of him. Tinker then dropped them and pushed my thighs wide. I watched him stare at my exposed pussy. I wondered if I was what he’d hoped for. I didn’t want to ask in case I wasn’t.

“Jesus Christ, look at you. So wet. So fragrant. I love the fact you’ve kept some hair. And God, it’s red like your other hair. I’ve gotta taste.”

Reaching down, I ran my fingers through my folds, collecting my cum. It didn’t take but one swipe to have three fingers coated. I held them up to him. I didn’t know what made me do it. He eagerly sucked them into his mouth, all three at once. The groan that burst out of him was guttural. Suddenly, my fingers were clean, and he let them go, but only so he could use his mouth on my pussy. He licked, sucked, lapped, nibbled, and kissed over every inch of my folds. When he sucked my clit, he thrashed it with his tongue after biting down on it. His fingers entered my pussy, and I cried out. It spurred him on to increase the pace and intensity.

I’d had guys go down on me before. I’d found it pleasant enough. Sometimes, I even got off if they stuck with it long enough. Tinker was in a class all his own when it came to oral sex. He had me panting and screaming within a couple of minutes. As I released more of my cum, he lapped it up. He hummed and groaned. When he finally lifted to look at me, his beard was glistening.

Tinker slowly, like a stalking panther, moved up the bed until we were face-to-face. “Will you kiss me?” he asked. He was leaving it up to me whether I was willing to taste my cum.

I grabbed the back of his neck and brought his mouth down on mine. I thrust my tongue into his mouth. He groaned long and hard while I did the same. I didn’t find my taste distasteful, and I could tell by the sounds he made that he found it sexy that I’d do it.

I whimpered in protest when he broke our kiss. That turned to pleading when he backed off the bed and shed his underwear. I gulped at the sight of his cock. He was stroking it while he watched me. I knew my eyes were wide and my mouth was hanging open, but what else could I do when faced with that? There was no other word for it. Tinker was hung.

His cock was as thick as my wrist. The length was at least eight inches, maybe more. Veins ran his length. His balls were globes hanging full. He had neatly trimmed dark pubic hair. The head of his cock was flared and covered in precum. The desire to taste him was overwhelming. He must’ve read my desire on my face because he shook his head.

“I can’t let you do that. Not yet. I need to be inside you in the next thirty seconds, or I’m going to lose my mind, Haven. Just one thing first. I have condoms. I’ll wear one if you want, but I don’t want to. Are you on birth control?”

This threw a chill on my ardor. As much as I might want to have nothing between us, I knew he’d been with women and a lot of them. I was protected from pregnancy, or as much as one could be, but not anything he might have from one of those women. He said more before I could.

“Don’t. I would never ask if I wasn’t positive I was clean. I had myself tested two weeks ago, and I haven’t been with anyone. I told you the truth about my last time. It’s your choice. As long as I have you, I’ll be happy.”

I thought about it for less than a minute before deciding. “I’m covered, so we’re good on that front. As for going bare, I’m clean. I’m trusting that you wouldn’t lie about that, so yes, we’ll forgo the condom.”

Quickly, he was on the bed and had me twisted so my head rested on the pillows. While I was adjusting to my new spot, he used his arms to hook me behind the knees, and he lifted my legs up and apart. I was spread wide. I felt the head of his massive cock probe me then he surprised me. Most guys would just shove it in. He appeared to want to do the same, but he didn’t. Instead, he slowly entered me. He stared into my eyes as he did.

“Baby, if I go too fast or too rough or if it hurts, tell me. I don’t want you to feel pain. I know I’m not small.”

I gasped. He stopped. “No, no, don’t. It’s okay. It feels good, so good. Yes, it stretches and burns, but not too much. Keep going,” I pleaded.

The stretch made it feel like I couldn’t go any wider, but the bite was the kind I liked. I’d found I didn’t mind the mixture of discomfort with the bliss. Unconsciously, I sank my nails into his forearms. He hissed. I eased off, but it was his turn to shake his head.

“Don’t. Do it harder. I want to feel the bite. Scratch, bite, do whatever feels good. I like it,” he muttered.

“So do I,” I confessed.

The entire time we talked, Tinker worked himself inside, taking small strokes in and out. Each time he pushed inward, he sank deeper. Unexpectedly, he was leaning over me to kiss me again. That caused his pubic area to rub against my swollen clit. I moaned deeply, and it turned to a muffled scream as he thrust that last inch and was fully encased inside of me. I was so full.

When he lifted away, I knew I couldn’t stand anymore. I grabbed the back of his hair and tugged on it as I said, “Please, I can’t stand it. More. Show me what you can do with that monster between your legs. Make me come, Vance.”

“Christ,” he uttered, giving me what I wanted.

His thrusts were slow, but they didn’t remain that way. He built in speed and strength as he saw I could handle him. I didn’t lie there and let him do all the work. I met his thrusts with ones of my own. This caused us both to groan, moan, and grunt. The slap of skin grew louder. Tingles were shooting throughout my body. I knew I wouldn’t last long. I pulled his hair and scoured my nails down his arms. I didn’t do it hard enough to draw blood, but he felt it. If his mouth got close enough, I nibbled on his bottom lip. He reciprocated the same. Whenever I’d tighten my inner muscles, he’d growl and get wilder.

I had no idea how long we were stretching out toward our mutual releases when it happened. He made me whimper and then cry out. It came in waves, causing me to clamp down on him. He swore, then his hip movements stuttered before his cum flooded me. We went on for a long time before we were utterly spent. I was only vaguely aware of his withdrawal. I was so tired yet sated. He rolled me onto my side and cuddled me from behind. His mouth nipped my neck and jaw.

“Haven, you are so fucking unbelievable.”

“Why? How?”

“That was the best sex of my life. Nothing compares. You’re never getting rid of me. Do you want repeat performances?”

“Uhm, maybe, I don’t know…” he stiffened. I finished my sentence quickly. “Is another million times too many? It’ll take that many for me to know it was real and not a fantasy. The best one I’ve ever had.”

He growled, then rolled me so I was flat on my back, then proceeded to kiss me senseless. When we came up for air, I was still floating in a sea of bliss.