Page 11 of Xander (Soulless Outlaws Motorcycle Club #2)

Nola

I woke up before Xander and simply stared at him.

Taking him in.

Taking all that was him in.

And then I licked my lips as a thought occurred to me.

Then I grinned.

Slowly, carefully, I lowered the sheet, revealing even more of his perfect body.

A body that was nothing short of miraculous.

And then I reached my prize.

It was soft, but not for long.

I moved down the bed and then carefully settled myself between his thighs.

And then I stared at his perfect cock.

Then I made my move.

I grasped his length tightly and then lowered my mouth.

Sucking on it, fondling his balls with my other hand, and then... it got hard as steel.

Craving my mouth.

My tongue.

My touch.

I moved my mouth up and down his length, keeping my eyes open and on his body.

And when I swirled my tongue on the head of his cock, I watched as his abs tightened in response.

He liked that.

I smiled as I did it again, and again, and again.

That was when I heard, “Baby, you don’t want me to come in your mouth; you need to stop. Right now.”

I didn’t stop.

I kept working my mouth up and down his shaft, twirling the head of his cock with my tongue.

And then I felt him tighten in my mouth, and I moaned.

Then... I felt it... tasted it... fucking perfection.

I sucked every last drop and swallowed it all down.

Then I lifted my mouth and used the back of my hand to wipe my mouth.

He winked, “My turn.”

I was flipped onto my back, my panties removed in a woosh, my legs were thrown over his shoulders, and then his mouth was on me.

Sucking.

Teasing.

Thumbing.

Licking.

Caressing.

He placed one of his big hands on my belly to hold me still as he feasted on my pussy.

And then I felt it.

That all too familiar tingle raced down my spine, straight down to my toes.

My core tightened, and then I was coming.

Hard.

Long.

Massive.

“Gotta have you,” he whispered against my lips.

I nodded, “Take me.”

He winked, then he lined his cock up with my entrance and slammed home.

Thrusting in and out.

One hand went to the back of my thigh as he twisted slightly, going deeper.

I groaned as I fisted the headboard.

His body was rocking, making my body move in tandem.

His veins were popping.

Muscles rippling.

“Get there, baby. Fuck. Please.” He said.

I panted, “Thumb. Clit. Now.”

He moved his hand to my pussy and then thumbed my clit, circling it.

And then... like a rocket, I shot straight into orbit.

He followed me, not even a few seconds later.

He collapsed on top of me for one beat, two beats, and then he rolled off me, got up, and headed to the bathroom.

I tried to swallow down the hurt that it caused.

That he didn’t want to cuddle.

That he didn’t want to talk.

Why did it feel as though he couldn’t wait to get away from me after we were intimate?

But then I recalled my thoughts from last night.

I could do this.

I totally could.

I was a liar.

***

One Week Later...

Xander had just left my apartment after a mini sex marathon that had consisted of him walking in while I had been bent over the edge of my couch trying to get the blanket unstuck.

He had told me that my ass in the air had been his undoing.

And yes... he had groaned every single time he slammed into me from behind as he palmed the globes of my ass.

Just then, my phone pinged with an email.

I tagged my phone, unlocked it, clicked on the email, saw the title, and then I squealed.

And of course I had to text Xander.

Me – Just got word on the dates for graduation!

Xander – Can’t wait.

Me – You’ll go?

Xander – Wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Xander – Proud of you.

Then I had to text Aunt Tempie and Uncle Merlin.

Me – Just got the dates for graduation.

Aunt Tempie – That’s amazing, sweetheart.

Uncle Merlin – We are so proud of you.

And that meant everything.

Then I texted Ophelia.

Me – Feel like a shopping trip?

Ophelia – I am so in.

Ophelia – What are we shopping for?

Ophelia – Soraya wants to go.

Me – I would love for her to go.

Me – I need a dress for graduation.

Ophelia – Hell to the yes. That’s awesome!

***

Two Weeks Later...

That was the shift from hell.

Why in the world did Friday the thirteenth cause everyone and their brother to act like a crazy person had inhabited their entire body?

I mean... really.

The meal you ordered comes with onions. It’s written clear as fucking day.

You saw that. You ordered that.

So don’t send it back and ask it to be made without onions.

Or... better yet... don’t order a sweet tea and then complain that it’s too sweet.

Or how about... don’t get mad when you asked for ranch, so I brought it out, then get mad at me that I didn’t bring out the fat-free ranch.

I sighed as I leaned back in my seat in my car and closed my eyes.

Then I took in one breath, followed by two, and shook the day off.

Life was too short to let others ruin the day.

I tagged my phone from my bag, unlocked it, and checked my messages.

Xander – Meet me at this address after you get off.

Xander – *address*

Me – 10-4 Good Buddy.

Xander – You're not right.

***

I pulled down the long driveway and then felt my breath catch.

Umm... what was going on?

I peered out of my windshield at the monstrosity before me and couldn’t help but think... had I wronged the club, and they were going to toss my body into this mansion before they demolished it?

Seeing Xander’s bike and no one else, that couldn’t be it.

I had another thought.

Was he a kinky guy behind closed doors that he has been hiding away from the world?

The kind of kinky guy who is only able to orgasm in cold, dark places?

Because with the sun beginning to set... that’s what was about to happen.

It was going to be dark. Soon.

I shook my head, no.

This is Xander.

My Xander.

I know Xander.

I pulled my car up beside his bike, then opened my door.

And the moment I climbed out, I looked at him, then closed my door.

His eyes were already on me, and then he asked, “What do you think?”

What do I think?

I think I want to climb on your bike, you take me somewhere secluded, and you fuck my brains out on the back of your bike. That’s what I think.

However, I didn’t say this.

Not yet...

Instead, I said, “Umm, what is this?”

He winked, “Thinking about buying it.”

I looked at him and then at the monstrosity in front of me and realized what this was.

He wanted my input.

That caused something deep inside of me to ignite.

I allowed the feeling to roll through me and settle in deep.

I liked that.

I liked that a lot.

Therefore, I took the front of the house in.

It was painted an off white in color with blue accents on either side of the windows.

The blue needed to go.

It had eight white columns holding up the overhang with a tan front door that had stained glass in it.

On either side of the door were two vertical windows.

And on the bottom portion of the house, it had windows, two on either side of the front door.

On the second level, it looked to be an alcove of some kind, and I hoped that it could be turned into a reading nook.

That would be perfect.

That or... a baby's nursery.

I was getting ahead of myself.

To the right of the alcove was a set of double-pained windows, and then a column-like style window.

And then on the third floor was a smaller window to the left, and to the right was another double-pained window.

And on top of that was a brick-looking chimney.

Oh, please let it have a working fireplace.

And one or two in however many bedrooms it had.

I moved to him, wrapped my arms around him, and asked, “Take me on a tour?”

He looked down at me and winked, then he led me to the front porch.

“Step where I step, baby.” He told me.

Then, with my hand in his, he led the way up the steps.

Steps that needed a little tender loving care, and they would be perfect.

The moment I stepped onto the front porch, which also needed a little tender loving care, I had a vision of the French doors adorned with wreaths during Christmastime.

And when he pulled a key from his pocket, I asked, “How’d you get a key?”

He turned his head and looked at me, “I know someone.”

I giggled.

Then, when he opened the door, I felt my breath catch.

Because the entryway had fucking shiplap.

Fucking ship lap.

Oh, my stars.

He looked at me, and chuckled, “You like that?”

I nodded, “Oh yeah.”

I eyed the entryway and the shiplap that needed a little tender loving care as I walked past it and looked up.

Hanging there above the entryway was a seven-prong chandelier.

The kind that had black wrought iron rungs.

It was gorgeous.

And above, where the lights would be, were smaller lantern-style cages.

In every room, the living room, the den, the dining room, they all had the same chandelier.

The kitchen... well... there was nothing to it.

The cabinets had been ripped out.

But if you focused, you could see the potential.

The flooring in the kitchen was the black and white checkered style flooring.

What do you think?” he asked.

I talked before I thought better of it, “A farmhouse style sink, dark washed cabinets, marble countertops, grey back splash with white and gold accents.”

I felt his eyes on me.

I looked at him, then he winked, “Like that.”

And when I caught sight of that little alcove, I breathed in a sigh.

Because on either side of the window were built-in bookcases. Perfect. Totally, absolutely, perfect.

He moved into me and said, “Care to break this room in for me?”

I got a tingle between my legs, and then I nodded.

I kicked off my flip-flops and he grinned, and then... he moved.

He had my pants off my legs, his pants lowered, my back pressed against the window, my legs around his hips, my hands bracing on the glass.

And then he slammed his cock inside of me.

Twisting his hips as he moved.

I moved to close my eyes at the feel of him.

The way my pussy stretched.

But instead, he growled, “Eyes.”

I gave him my eyes.

And the heat in those caramel-colored eyes of his set my body on fire.

And when he pulled out, twisted his hips just so, he threw accelerant on that fire.

My body ignited.

“Xander,” I moaned.

“Nola,” he groaned.

And when I tilted my head back, still keeping his eyes, his eyes moved to the smooth expanse of my throat, and then he said, “Fuck, gorgeous.”

I used my hands as leverage against the glass, shoved my pussy into each of his thrusts.

His veins were popping.

His muscles were flexing, and then I caught it.

The need.

The heat.

All for me.

And that accelerant he threw on my fire... well... it caused it to spark.

Sparks flew all around me as I came.

Hard.

Long.

Deep.

I felt it in my toes, which caused them to curl.

He pulled out once, and then slammed inside of me, cumming with me.

We both stilled.

Eyes locked.

Chests heaving.

“Fuck me.” He whispered.

I winked, “I just did.”

He chuckled.

When he pulled out of me, I moaned.

He winked, “I would live in your pussy if I could.”

I started to ask him why he didn’t, but I didn’t.

Why didn’t he decide to stay inside of me and cuddle instead of pulling away from me at the first chance he got?

Now wasn’t the time.

We were learning about each other.

After we got dressed, I winced at the wetness that filled my panties.

He saw it, caught it, and chuckled.

I pinched his nipple.

He growled, “Do that again, baby, and we might get in trouble. Cause I’ll end up breaking in every single room in this house.”

How was it possible to feel even wetter?

I grinned.

The house had six bedrooms and seven baths.

And I had been right.

Not only did the living room have a fireplace, but so did what had to be the master, as well as a bedroom on the second floor, and one on the third floor.

There was just something about older houses that were built right.

After we took in everything inside the house, we moved outside and walked to the back.

And I stopped and stared.

I had caught sight of it inside, but the outside just made it hit different.

A wall-to-window sunroom.

Oh. My. Stars.

After we took everything in, I said, “I think you should buy it.”

He chuckled, then I caught the heat in his gaze, “Have to now.”

I giggled.

I knew what he was thinking about.

The intimate moment we had.

We had just made our way to the front of the house and stopped near his bike and my car.

I thought about what we did against the window in the third-floor bedroom, and then I asked, “So, since we did what we did, if I told you that I had a fantasy, would you fulfill it?”

He winked, then he said, “Depends.”

I lifted a brow, “On?”

“Is it just you and me in this fantasy?” he asked.

I narrowed my eyes, “As if I’d ever let another woman touch you. Puh-lease.”

He chuckled, and then he lifted his chin, “Okay, let’s hear it.”

“I want you to take me somewhere secluded on your bike and fuck my ever-loving brains out,” I told him and waited for his response.

However, I didn’t get one.

Not in the next few breaths.

Not in the next minute.

And not after I opened my mouth and asked, “Did you hear me?”

He didn’t say anything.

Just then, his phone rang.

He pulled it out, checked it, hit a few buttons, turned, and stepped away from me.

Okay.

Well... that didn’t hurt.

Nope.... not at all.

He could answer his phone, but he couldn’t answer me.

I stood there as I wrapped my arms around my waist, trying to hold in the hurt.

Then he talked to whoever had called him, nodded, and then hung up.

Then he moved to his bike and looked at me, “Gotta get to the clubhouse. Later, baby.”

Later, baby.

I stood there as I watched him start up his bike, do a three-quarter turn, and drive down the driveway.

Then I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath.

I wouldn’t ever try to change him.

Because the man he was, was the man I fell head over heels for.

I just wish my heart could decide to grow a barrier around it for when he did shit like this, so it didn’t hurt so much.

I shook my head, climbed into my car, turned around, and then drove down the driveway.

My phone pinged at a red light.

Xander – Sorry, baby. Had to get to the clubhouse. Shit is going down.

That didn’t make what he did alright... but I got it.

The club came first.

I could deal.

I really could.

... right?