Page 10 of Xander (Soulless Outlaws Motorcycle Club #2)

Xander

Once I said that, I felt every pair of eyes on me, but I stood strong, unwavering.

And then Nola made her way to me, anger brimmed in those golden tawny flecked, colored eyes of hers, for me.

And what she did.

What she said...

I moved.

I wrapped my hand around the side of her neck and pulled her to me.

Her body connected with mine, fitting perfectly, almost as if she was made for me, and I kissed her.

Hard. Deep. Long.

Silence surrounded us.

Either it was something that just happened.

Or it was something that was created for the two of us.

I pulled my mouth away from hers, and then, inhaling a deep breath, I searched her eyes, trying to see any condemnation in those mesmerizing-colored eyes of hers.

“Xander, what are you looking for?” she asked as she stared up into my eyes.

“For you to push me away. Tell me not to touch you. Tell me you don’t want me.” I told her.

Because this woman... she was working herself up on a pedestal in my eyes.

And that was when I watched, literally, as a fire lit in her eyes.

Her eyes narrowed, that cute little furrow between her brows, “That’s complete bullshit, Xander.

How could you ever think that I would ever tell you no?

That I don’t want you. Ever? Xander, honey, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than to be the woman who stands beside you.

I know I’m young, a hell of a lot younger than you.

But even though I’m young, I know what's in my heart. Forever and always.”

I took in her words.

Allowed them to flow through me.

To implant themselves deep into my core.

And then I said the only thought I had at the moment, “I’m about to carry you to my room and fuck the ever-loving shit out of you. I need you to walk away from me. Right now.”

She didn’t move.

Instead, she snorted, “Xander... what’s taking you so long?”

I stared down into her eyes... and then... I moved.

I bent, wrapped my hands around her perfect ass cheeks, and lifted her.

Tempie came hurrying over, but Merlin beat her to it and slapped a hand on her mouth, “Don’t,” he growled.

I carried her up the stairs, reached my room, and then kicked the door open.

Her face buried into my neck as she started giggling.

I kicked the door closed, twisted just so, and locked the door.

Then I slowly lowered her to her feet, then I wrapped the side of her neck with one hand, and said, “You fucked up.”

She tilted her head back so she could look up at me, and asked, “How?”

I lowered my head, and then, when I was a breath away from those lips of hers, I whispered, “You had one chance to get away. You didn’t take it.”

Then she moved.

Her lips slammed into mine.

Her tongue tangled with mine; her teeth nipped at my lower lip.

And that was all the control I was going to allow her.

With my lips on hers, my hand put pressure on the side of her cheek, tilted it just right, and then I took control of the kiss.

Deep.

Tantalizing.

Her scent of vanilla, cherry, and chocolate rose around me.

Wrapping around me tightly.

I moved my hand down her body, and then I skated both of my hands underneath her shirt, feeling that soft skin against my calloused ones.

She moaned into my mouth, and I grinned.

She grinned back, and then she brought her hands up and did the same thing to me.

Her little fingers moved underneath my kutte, underneath my tee, and had I not been kissing her, I would have inhaled a sharp breath the moment her fingers touched my skin.

Her fingers trailed over my muscles, over the scars, and for the first time, someone touching them... didn’t cause me pain.

And that thought alone was what had me needing skin-on-skin contact.

I tore my mouth from hers and then took her shirt off.

Marveling at the expanse of creamy skin on display.

That purple lace bra holding those perfect tits.

I wanted my mouth around what I was sure were perfect nipples; however, before I could do that, she tapped at my kutte.

I nodded.

Her eyes went wide, and I saw it there.

Written in those golden tawny flecked colored eyes of hers, gratitude, and honor.

Her hands moved and slowly took my kutte off.

She got it.

What I was giving her.

I was giving her full access to me.

And I knew she would handle it with care.

She handed me my kutte with a soft smile playing on her lips.

I took it from her as her hands moved back to twist the bottom of my tee in her grasp.

I twisted and hung it on the doorknob, then I looked back at her.

Her fingers slipped out of my shirt and then grasped the hem of my tee.

“Off,” she demanded.

I stared at her as I nodded and then reached behind the back of my neck and pulled my shirt off.

And then her hands moved to trail over my tatts.

“I want to touch every inch of your skin,” she moaned.

I winked, then stepped back from her, keeping my eyes locked with hers, and took off my belt.

Then I unsnapped my jeans, and lowered the zipper, and then I toed off my boots.

And the moment the denim and my boxers fell to the floor, I stepped out of them.

And when I was standing bare in front of her, she took in every inch of me, licking her lips at the deep v of my abs, and further licking her lips at my cock.

Which was standing erect, hard, pulsing, needing to be in her warm heat.

I stepped forward and then stopped her hands as she moved to do the same thing I had, “Let me.”

She winked, then she nodded.

I unsnapped the button on her jeans and then slowly slid them down her legs.

She lifted one foot, and I pulled off her shoe, then I repeated the process on her other foot.

And when she stepped out of her jeans, I leaned forward and proceeded to kiss and tease every inch of exposed skin as I worked my body up.

Loving the curves of her legs.

Damn, but they were perfect.

The right amount of curve.

I left her panties on because I had a dream of ripping them off with my teeth.

If this was the only time, I would have perfection underneath my fingers... then I was going to have my way.

And I knew that my dream... wouldn’t come close to my reality.

As I moved up her body, my lips skimmed over her panties, inhaling her scent, and then I kissed up her belly.

Loving that it too had curves.

A man like me didn’t want someone who had a firm body.

No, I wanted curves. The more curves the better.

And she had them.

In spades.

I worked my way up taking a nipple through the fabric and teasing it with my teeth as my hands moved to her back and unclasped her bra.

The moment the purple lacy fabric fell to the ground, I looked at her tits.

They were plump, round, and perfect.

My mouth lowered, and then I pulled one nipple into my mouth, then tongued and teased it.

Her hand went into my short, buzzed hair, her fingers trailing through the short strands as she moaned.

My cock jumped in response.

I released her nipple with an audible pop, and then I did the same thing to her other nipple.

Only when I had it standing out and perfect did I stop.

And then I bent and wrapped my hands around her ass cheeks and lifted.

Her legs automatically wrapped around my waist, her fingers caressing over the back of my neck as she stared into my eyes while I carried her to my bed.

I lay her down and then moved to the side and simply stared.

Stared at the being I had never thought I would get lucky enough to find.

Stared at the being I had daydreamed about when I allowed myself that honor, to see her in my bed.

To have someone who only wanted me.

Someone I could trust.

Someone I could give all my secrets to.

Someone I could simply just be.

And she was lying there, right in front of me.

She lifted up on her elbow and smiled.

Then she softly whispered, “What?”

I shook my head.

It was too soon to say every thought I had in my head.

But I found myself saying, as I twisted a lock of her hair around my finger, feeling the softness, “Never thought I’d have this.”

Her face went soft, and then she winked, “Same.”

She licked her lips, her eyes twinkled, and then she scanned my torso, and I knew when she saw it.

“Xander... what?” she asked.

I knew what she was asking.

I didn’t want to talk about those scars.

What happened.

How I got them.

Especially not in this bed.

I didn’t want to taint this perfect moment between us.

A moment I would place behind a glass box and keep it safe, locking it in the recesses of my mind so it would forever remain with me if this was the only time I got to have her delectable body.

When I didn’t answer her, I just stared into those stunning eyes of hers. She simply smiled a soft smile and then began to move.

And how she began to move... if I wasn’t already lying down... I would have fallen on my ass.

Her little tongue poked out of her mouth, and with careful swipes, she lathed at each scar.

Caressing.

Kissing.

Trying to soothe away the ache, the only way she could.

She would never know, and I didn’t know if I would ever tell her... but what she just did for me... she helped erase away a few demons that still lingered.

I would never get rid of them all, but she made it easier to breathe when I was feeling like I was suffocating.

And with that thought.

What she just gave me.

I growled low in my throat, moved, and flipped her on her back, slamming my lips down on hers.

When I pulled my mouth away, unable to deny my dick what it really wanted, in ragged pants, I asked, “Condom?”

She lifted her arm and pointed at a spot on the inside of her bicep, “Good for three more years.”

At her words, I lined my cock with her entrance and then slammed inside.

Fuck, but she was tight.

So, fucking tight.

Tight... I stilled as my eyes went wide, and I stared down at her.

She shook her head, catching my meaning.

“It’s just been a while,” she said as she moaned, “You feel so good, Xander.”

I stayed buried deep inside of her for a moment, and then two.

Nola

I looked down at where he and I connected, and then I felt it.

That all too familiar tingle in my spine.

And then I felt my pussy clamp around his cock.

For the first time in my life... I orgasmed in two point five seconds flat.

He lifted a brow, “World record?”

I snickered, and then I said, “Xander. Need you to move.”

He winked, “Yes, ma’am.”

And then... he moved.

Xander

I pulled out of her and slammed inside.

Pulled out and slammed even deeper.

Her tits were bouncing with my thrusts.

Her heels were digging into my ass cheeks.

Pulling me closer to her.

Her nails were digging into my biceps.

Her chest was rising and falling with each inhale of breath she took.

“Dreamt of this,” she whispered.

I grunted.

“You don’t like to talk during sex?” she asked.

I shook my head, “Normally, I don’t mind it. But when it means something... I just want to feel it.”

She nodded.

I could see the question burning in those golden tawny flecked colored eyes of hers.

But she wouldn’t ask it.

So, I answered her, “Just discovered that. With you.”

And yeah, I didn’t miss it.

Her entire body softened underneath my hands.

And seeing that what I said meant to her, that feeling, I growled, “What do you need?”

She moaned as she moved with each of my thrusts, meeting me over and over again.

Her hand moved to grab my hand and place it on her breast, “Play with...” she started to say, and when I tweaked one nipple, she gasped, she writhed beneath me.

And when her pussy started to clamp around my cock, I started seeing stars.

Stars that were trying to blind the fuck out of me.

But I didn’t want anything keeping the sight of her from me, so I gritted my teeth, pulled out of her, twisted my hips, and slammed inside of her.

“Xander.” She screamed.

And then I felt her coming.

Hard.

Her juices were coating my cock.

And it was like that was all it had been waiting for. To feel her on him, because as I pulled out and slammed back in once more, I stilled.

Hot spurts of my cum jetted out of my cock and into her entrance.

I bent my neck and rested it on the top of her head as I tried to catch my breath

She started pressing kisses to the column of my throat.

And then, when I finally caught my breath, I slid out of her tight heat and rolled to the side.

What I missed when I pulled away from her and stood up, then headed to the bathroom?

Was a hurt look she had failed to hide.

Fuck me.

Nola

That was perfect.

So, freaking perfect.

But I liked to cuddle after sex.

Cuddle because it makes it so much better.

And apparently, Xander didn’t like to do that.

I recalled something my mother had told me a long time ago.

I had asked her why they never fought.

Because some of the kids in my class at school talked about their parents fighting.

She had winked at me and said, A relationship is all about give and take, baby. And you learn to choose your battles. But if you love someone... then you love everything about them. The good and the bad.

And for Xander... I could do that.

And more.

I just hoped he felt the same.