Page 17 of Xander (Soulless Outlaws Motorcycle Club #2)

Nola

And then I got it.

Why he didn’t want me on the back of his bike before.

It wasn’t because he didn’t want me there.

It was because he was scared to have me there.

I watched as he took in a deep breath, nodded, and then climbed on the back of his bike.

Started it up, and then he looked at me, then he asked, “Climb on, baby.”

I climbed on.

I tightened my arms around his waist, laid my head on his shoulder, and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck.

Giving him my silent answer.

If my man wanted to go thirty miles an hour in a forty-five, then I’d let him.

And the moment we pulled up in front of the old Victorian, I didn’t have time to take it in.

The changes I had quickly noticed.

He had the helmet off my head, and then he was lifting me, my legs wrapping around his waist as our mouths fused together.

And then, the moment we entered the house, my back was pressed to the shiplap, and our tongues danced to only a rhythm that two of us understood.

***

We both stripped out of our clothes as we moved to the master bedroom.

Leaving a line.

I didn’t take the time to take the house in.

I was focused on getting what I wanted.

And then... I saw it on his chest, I gasped.

Right over his heart is a beautiful myriad of artwork.

The tattoo artist incorporated the solar system, along with star gazer lilies and a name that had four letters.

My name.

Tattooed on his chest.

Tattooed right over his heart.

So, the whole world would know who it belonged to.

And in the next breath, I whispered, “I want something like this on my body.”

He winked, “Done.”

His tongue trailed from my neck, down to my breasts.

He teased one nipple, and then the other.

I rubbed my pussy against his abdomen.

Needing it.

Craving it.

I felt his smile against my breast.

His head moved as he trailed light kisses down my stomach, and then he moved even lower.

To my pussy that was aching with need.

“Haven’t had anyone else since you came to the clubhouse the first time,” he said as he pressed a kiss to the inside of my right thigh, then the other.

I ran my fingers over his scalp, loving that he kept it short.

The way the little hairs tickled my flesh was like a drug.

I needed to give his words back to him; therefore, I said, “It’s only been you since my sophomore year of college.”

He pressed a kiss to my lips, inhaled, and then I heard him sigh, “Don’t tell me anything more. Alright?”

I nodded, then I said, “Alright.”

And then his tongue moved over my clit, circling it.

Teasing it.

His fingers moved, one finger, two, three, and then he was working them in tandem with his tongue.

My hips bucked, wanting to get closer.

Needing everything he had to give, I moaned, “Xander.”

He chuckled softly against my pussy.

And then he did something with his tongue that had my back arching.

And then he did it again.

And again.

And again.

And that was all it took to light my entire body on fire.

I clenched the sheets in my hands as my body quaked.

He moved then.

Moving up my body, trailing kisses as he moved.

And then.... with his face right there above mine, I caught it.

That softness.

Oh, my sweet Xander.

“To be clear, the moment I enter you, you're not leaving me again. Is that clear?”

I nodded, “It’s clear, honey.”

“Promise you. Swear to you. I won’t ever give you a reason to want to leave me.”

I nodded, “Keep that promise to me, honey, always.”

He winked.

Then he moved his face and buried it against my neck, and softly he whispered, “Fucking home,” as he pushed his cock inside of me.

I smiled, “I’m home.”

His body softened above mine.

Then he pulled his face away, locked those caramel-colored eyes with mine, and whispered, “Didn’t mean that you were home, baby. Meant that you are my home.”

At his words, everything in my body melted.

Melted to a consistency that I didn’t know where he ended, and I began.

And then, with his caramel-colored eyes locked with my golden ones, he started to move.

Long.

Sweet.

Soft.

Thrusting in and out of me.

Not fucking me.

But making love to me.

Every caress.

Every touch.

Every whispered word.

It was perfect.

Fucking perfect.

And when I came, I did it by breathing his name.

He returned the favor.

And after we both came down, he winked, pulled out of me, then he stood.

I held my breath.

Please, Xander.

Fucking please.

He winked, then he held out his hand for me, “Been wanting to make love to you in that shower. You game?”

At his words, I felt a part of my heart, the part he had bruised, heal. I smiled, then I placed my hand in his as he helped me from the bed, and then he led me to the bathroom.

Shower sex... was my second favorite.

Definitely.

He had given me a tour of the house.

Books now lined the bookcases.

The kitchen... was exactly as I had described how I wanted it to look.

The shiplap in the entryway was given a freshened up.

It was perfect.

After we got my car from the clubhouse, we went back to the Victorian.

And then, he showed me the deed.

“Yours and mine. That okay?”

And right beside his name on the deed was my name.

To show my gratitude, I dropped to my knees, unbuckled his jeans, unsnapped them, and pulled his cock out.

And when I wrapped my lips around the tip, his hand came to my hair, and he moaned as I sucked him deep.

I brought my hand up and wrapped my fingers around his massive length.

Then in tandem with my tongue, I worked his cock.

“Don’t want to swallow, pull away now, baby.” He rasped.

Pull away?

Not have all of him?

I didn’t fucking think so.

He caught it. Knew I wasn’t going to pull away.

And then... when his cock swelled in my mouth, I grinned and swallowed every last drop of cum.

Moaning at the taste that was all him.

***

That night... as we curled up in bed, he alleviated one of my fears before I could voice it.

“From now on, we’ll go to bed together in this bed, and we’ll get up together. Okay?”

I smiled against his chest, pressed a kiss over the tattoo, and nodded, “Sounds perfect.”

***

My man meant what he said.

Every word of it.

For the next two weeks, I didn’t drive anywhere.

We took his bike.

He didn’t immediately get up and roll away from me.

He stayed there and cuddled with me.

All the while whispering, “Fucking missed out.”

He also didn’t pull away from me when his phone rang.

He took the call and held me close.

To say it was everything I had dreamed of, I’d be telling the absolute truth.

***

I took a sip of my caramel macchiato and listened to the table two over from me discuss boys and their relationships.

Just then, one of the girls said to her friends, “I think baby is so juvenile.”

I held in my snort.

She was insane.

And as I glanced over at the group of them, I knew that it had to be the one who seemed to be high maintenance.

Just then, the door to the coffee shop opened.

I didn’t bother looking up.

That was until an all too familiar tingle started up my spine.

And then I smiled.

His presence enveloped me.

“What’s that smile for, baby?” I heard a whisper against my neck.

That deep rumble caused my lady bits to spark to life.

I twisted my head to look at him, “You. Just you.”

He winked, then pressed a kiss beneath my ear.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

He winked, “Needed to see you.”

I felt my body go soft at his words.

He saw it.

Read it.

And smiled that soft smile that only I got to see.

Just then, the alarm on my phone sounded, and I moved to turn it off with a sigh.

“Walk me out to my bike, baby?” he asked.

I snickered as I heard the girl mutter, “I’d pay anything for that.”

Xander lifted a brow at my snicker, but I scrunched my nose up at him.

I stood up and tossed my trash.

Then I looked at her and smiled, “Thought you said baby was so juvenile.”

Her cheeks turned red.

I chuckled.

Then I took Xander’s hand as he led me out of the coffee shop.

We stopped in front of his bike.

His arms went around me, pulling me close, then he bent his neck and kissed me hard, deep, and then soft.

When he pulled his mouth away, he pressed a kiss on the tip of my nose and winked at me.

I smiled, “Go. Before I say fuck it and climb on the back of your bike.”

His chest rumbled against mine as he chuckled.

Then he said, “I’ll have dinner waiting. K?”

I nodded, “Sounds great, honey.”

Those caramel-colored eyes of his softened.

***

And a week later, to correct one of his wrongs, he threw a graduation party for me at the clubhouse.

And then... he surprised me.

He walked up to me with a large white box that had a big red bow on top.

“What is it?” I asked him.

He winked as he teased, “Have to open it to find out.”

I lifted on my tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss on his lips.

Then I looked at the white box and took off the red bow.

Then I opened it.

Lying there in white tissue paper was a black leather kutte.

I squealed as I hurriedly pulled it out.

On the back was the club logo of a skull over crisscrossed bones, along with Property Of on the top rocker, and on the bottom read Xander.

I held it out to him, “Help me put it on?”

He winked, then he helped me put it on.

And the moment it settled on my shoulders, fitting perfectly to my back, I fingered the leather straps that crisscrossed at my ribs like a corset.

It was perfect.

Then I looked at Nuke, “Permission to take a photo.”

He winked.

Xander growled.

I giggled.

Then Nuke chuckled at Xander’s response to his wink, “That property kutte makes you an ole lady. Means you don’t ask permission to do a goddamned thing. Just don’t come in here and try to paint the walls pink. Alright?”

I giggled, then I nodded, and asked, “So, purple is okay. Right?”

He shook his head.

I looked at Ophelia and smiled, “Care to take a picture for me?”

She giggled, then nodded.

I looked up at Xander, then I wrapped my arm around his waist and gave Ophelia my back.

Xander got what I wanted and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

The picture was perfect.

His big back was next to my smaller one.

That was going as my lock screen.

As for my wallpaper, well, that was for my eyes only.

It was for my eyes only because I had taken it the other morning.

I had woken up before Xander and smiled.

The sheet was draped across his lower back, revealing that glorious, tanned, scarred, tatted skin.

His head was twisted my way, and he was deep in sleep.

It was a few hours later, when I was at the bar getting us drinks, that I felt someone place their hand on my lower back.

I heard my man’s voice, “If you don’t remove your hand from her body in the next five seconds, I’ll remove it for you.”

The hand came unglued, and the man threw his hands up, “Sorry. Just didn’t want her to back into me.”

Tamber and Minnie sidled up next to me, and Minnie asked, “Can we talk to you and Ophelia?”

I winked, then nodded, “Yeah, let me get this beer to Xander.”

I took the bottle from Agatha and tagged my own beer she had just handed to me.

Then I walked away from them and headed to Xander.

He was sitting, with his back to the wall and his eyes on me.

I placed the beer down in front of him and asked, “You were growling, weren’t you?”

He winked, “Comes to you? Abso-fucking-lutely.”

I bent my neck and pressed a kiss on his forehead, then said, “Tamber and Minnie want to talk to me and Ophelia.”

He winked, “Okay. Love you.”

I smiled, “Love you, too.”

I had just walked away from him and caught Minnie, Tamber, and Ophelia’s eyes.

And then I headed to them.

The four of us headed outside and to the secluded area that Xander prefers.

Once we stopped, Ophelia smiled, “Okay, what is going on?”

Minnie looked at Tamber, who looked back at her.

Then Tamber looked at the two of us, “We see what the two of you have, and well... we want that. We just know it’s not with any of the brothers here.”

Minnie nodded, “They’re great. But... well... we want the ever after kind of love. The kind that the two of you have with Saint and Xander.”

I got it.

I really did.

And as I took in Minnie, I saw it in her eyes.

“You have someone in mind?” I asked her.

She bit her lip, then she nodded.

I wanted to ask her who it was, but I didn’t.

Instead, I simply smiled at her.

After we talked for a few more minutes, giving them our thoughts, we went back into the clubhouse.

And standing there at the entrance to the clubhouse was my man.

Keeping watch.

And right beside him was Saint.

I locked eyes with Ophelia, and seeing the merriment dancing in her eyes, I burst out laughing.

She did the same.

At the feel of those particular eyes on me, I looked at Xander while I was still laughing and saw his lifted brow.

***

I wrapped my arms around Minnie and Tamber.

They had just informed the brothers that since their contracts were up, they were going to go find their own happy ever after.

Tamber and Minnie had told me and Ophelia that, seeing the love we got from our men, they wanted that too.

And I couldn’t wait to see how their lives played out.