Wicked Man (6 page)

annoying.

Finally, they broke for air, and she gasped as his mouth

descended on her neck, finding the soft flesh and sucking. In the back

of her mind she knew he was leaving a hickey, and the possessive

gesture thrilled her. She moaned as he ran his hands down her back, to

cup her ass and hold her in place. He thrust his hips forward, as much

as he could on the chair, and the eroticness of the situation caused her

pussy to slick with desire.

“Hey, Boss, I—”

The unexpected voice cut through the sexual haze, but Wick

wouldn’t let her go. In fact, he only tightened his hold on her.

“Get the fuck out!” he snarled. “And make sure no one comes

in here.”

Whoever it was that had dared interrupt their moment

scrambled. Wick didn’t seem to care and stared into her eyes.

“Should we go to a bedroom?” she asked.

“I want you,” he rasped. “Right here. Right now. No one else

is going to bother us.”

Abbott bit her lip at the sudden heat that flared from the

wicked picture he painted. It was almost like being in public,

displaying a little exhibitionism, and the thrill shot straight to the

pleasure center in her brain. He must have seen the acquiescence in

her eyes because in the next moment he stood her up and began

undressing her. Off came her shirt, down went her jeans. She stood

before him in plain old white panties and a cotton bra, but the

ordinary undies didn’t seem to faze him one bit. Lust burned bright in

his gaze and as he stared at her almost nude body, he licked his lips

appreciatively. Falling to his knees, he hooked his fingers under the

elastic waistband and slowly eased her panties down. Her mouth went

dry as he stared at her, and she wondered what he was thinking. Being

on the run, she never had proper time to shave well, so her pussy was

covered in soft curls. She’d read enough online porn to know most

women shaved but she hoped he wasn’t too disappointed.

Wick lifted one foot and had her place it on the chair. Then he

ran his fingers through the dark pubic hair, sliding forward until he

encountered her swollen lips. Since she was already slick, he had no

trouble easing in to rub her sensitive little nub.

“Ah!” she moaned and closed her eyes at the exquisite

feelings.

“You’re already wet for me,” he murmured appreciatively.

He slipped his finger inside her, testing her, and bent it a little

until he found a small spot that lit up fireworks behind her eyelids.

His thumb caressed her clit, and the dual sensations sent her spinning

into overdrive. It had been so long, and she had wanted him since

forever, that it was impossible to hold back her response. He knew

right where to touch her, right where to fondle her, that the first

orgasmic wave crashed over. She rode his hand, crying out with joy

as bliss blanketed her mind. For one sweet second, the world died

away as she skimmed the cloud of pleasure.

She never wanted it to end.

And when the tingles ebbed, she wanted to do it again.

Immediately.

She cracked her eyes open and saw him watching her. The

glittering azure of his gaze never wavered from her face and she saw

the matching need in them.

“I want you,” she whispered.

He stood and unbuckled his jeans, pulling a condom out of the

back pocket before they fell to his feet. She saw his cock for the first

time, because eleven years ago she had been too drunk to notice. It

was long, and thick, and had a nice curl upward to touch his stomach.

Her mouth watered and she knew one day soon she’d be sucking him

dry, but for now, she watched as he rolled the latex over his

impressive shaft then sat.

“Our first time,” he said, holding out his hand to her. “And

this time, I won’t come too soon.”

She smiled, took his hand, and once again, she straddled him.

Now the irritating barrier of clothes was gone, and his body was hard

and hot to the touch. He still wore his shirt, so doing this was even

more wicked, yet somehow tender because she recognized the fact

that he was letting her take the lead on their lovemaking. He guided

her over his cock, and she reached for it, holding it as she sank down.

For the first second, there was resistance. Not because she wasn’t wet

enough, but simply because he was large and it had been years since

she’d last had sex. The bulbous head slipped inside, and Abbott eased

herself onto him. He filled her up, and it was heaven.

“Christ, you feel amazing,” he said.

Words eluded her. She was beyond the ability to talk as she

held still for a moment and let herself adjust. But then need slammed

into her and all she wanted to do was ride him. Placing her hands on

his shoulders, she rose just enough until he was almost all the way

out, and then slid back down. He groaned and the sound flipped a

switch inside. She didn’t want slow and easy. Not right now. Tender

loving care could come later. Right then, she wanted to fuck. Digging

her short nails into his shoulders, she began thrusting against him,

using the floor to help her rise up and down. He gripped her ass again,

guiding her, because by this time they were pounding each other

frantically.

The chair they sat on thumped on the floor, the sound only

adding to the intensity of their lovemaking. Wick pushed her bra up,

exposing one breast, and he leaned his head down to capture the

nipple with his mouth. He gently bit, and the unexpected slice of pain

gave her the right amount of rawness she needed to push her over the

threshold. She cried out and came, shuddering as Wick held onto her

and thrust harder, deeper, until he came as well, shouting out her

name.

Sweat trickled down her back as she buried her head in the

crook of his neck, hugging him as aftershocks rippled through her

body. His harsh breathing echoed in her ears and she could feel the

wild thumping of his heart. It matched hers. Wick wrapped his arms

around her and held her tight.

“I’m never letting you go,” he whispered.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” Abbott murmured. Her head

rested on his shoulder. “In the kitchen, no less.”

Wick smiled and kissed the top of her head. For the first time

in a long time, he felt content. It was a peace that had eluded him for

the past eleven years, and only now, with Abbott in his arms, did he

recognize what she truly meant to him. He couldn’t help but

remember the first time he saw her. Her father, James, had been a

retired army sergeant he’d gotten to know at the recruitment center

since one of the requirements of his club was to join the military.

Over the span of a few weeks he’d asked James a million questions

and had become friends with the old man. In return, James had

introduced Wick to his daughter, Abbott.

He’d taken one look in her eyes and a sense of calm had

descended through his body.

Wick ran his fingers lightly through her hair, loving how soft

it was. She’d always been gentle. Loving. Truth be told, she’d always

been a little too good for him. Maybe that idea played a small part in

his decision to leave her so abruptly, the thought that she could do

better than his sorry ass.

“I’m not the smartest guy on the planet,” he said.

She pulled back and looked at him questioningly.

Wick smiled. “Because I let you go.”

“Oh,” she said, nodding, looking mollified. “Yes, very stupid

indeed.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Perhaps we can move this discussion

into the bedroom, so I can do my damnedest to show you I’ve become

a lot smarter in eleven years. And I always learn from my mistakes.”

She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips, and then

she rose from his lap, disengaging herself from him. He reached down

and pulled the filled condom off his semi-erect dick, and tossed it into

the trash can near the counter. While she had to dress, all he had to do

was pull up his jeans.

“Maybe next time you’ll be naked along with me,” she said.

“You can count on that,” he replied, winking. “In fact, Miss

Carney, I plan on us being naked for quite some time to come.”

“Oh, I do love to come,” she quipped cheekily.

He chuckled and took hold of her hand, leading her from the

kitchen back into the den. Whiskey, the prospect who had

inadvertently come in earlier, stood guard at the doorway, and Wick

nodded his thanks. Most of the Brothers didn’t look at them, except

for Striker, who smirked and raised an eyebrow. As they headed up

the stairs to his room, Abbott gave a choked little laugh.

“Oh God, the biker version of the walk of shame.”

And then he had her alone, finally, in his own tiny sanctuary.

This room was where he’d lived ever since he’d been patched in as a

new member after his discharge from the army. He was a minimalistic

type of man, only holding on to the bare necessities, and the woman

in his arms was his number one priority.

As soon as the door closed behind them, he locked it and

pulled her into his arms. Gone was the tentative exploration. He’d had

her once, tasted her fully, and he craved her touch again. Needed her

like he needed air. The thought of losing her again filled him with

rage, and he sought to destroy that desolation with the only weapon he

had … his love.

The word didn’t faze him. It didn’t make him pause or go

running scared. He’d been unable to comprehend the depths of his

emotions back when he was nineteen, but now he could understand

the concept of merging the deep romantic feelings with the sexual

desire he had for her. There was no other woman in the world that he

felt such a deep connection to, in and out of bed, and he’d be damned

if he let her slip out of his fingers again.

“You’re mine, Abbott,” he murmured against her lips.

“I’m not the same girl you knew, Wick.”

“Doesn’t matter.” He cupped her face and pulled back to stare

into her eyes, illuminated by the soft light on his nightstand. “I’m not

the same man. The past is gone. I don’t want the past. I want you.”

“I’ve done some awful things,” she whispered brokenly.

Regret blanketed her face.

He smoothed it off with this thumbs, easing the frown from

her mouth and erasing the crease between her eyes. “So have I. But

that can’t touch us anymore. Understand? Not Billy-fucking-Walker,

not my cowardly exit, nothing. It’s you and me, from now on, and I’ll

kill anyone who tries to take that from us.”

She locked her arms around his neck, hugging him tight. “I

love you, Chadwick. I always have. I always will.”

“Oh, baby,” he breathed and claimed her mouth with his.

He backed her up to the wall and used it to hold her in place

while he quickly unzipped her pants. He slid one hand inside the

waistband, under the elastic of her panties, to find her pussy. She was

already wet for him, or perhaps she was still wet for him. She moaned

in protest as he pulled back, just enough to divest them of clothing.

Now that they were in his room, he didn’t want barriers between

them.

When Abbott stood naked before him, staring at him through

lust filled eyes, all coherent thought fled. Her beauty took his breath

away. There’d always been something primal that came over him

whenever he’d looked at her, and now as adults, it was more raw and

potent than ever before.

He placed his hands on her hips and lifted her up, using the

wall to help support her weight.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he murmured. She obeyed, and

it brought his rock hard cock against her hot, wet core. “I need you,

Abbott. I need you so much.”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Guide me in.”

She reached between their bodies until her fist wrapped

around his shaft, then she placed it at the entrance to her pussy. As

they stared into each other’s eyes, he thrust his hips forward and

surged all the way inside her.

“Fuck!” he muttered as his mouth pressed against her

shoulder. “You feel amazing.”

“I want you, Chadwick,” she said, kissing his mouth.

“Always.”

With a ragged groan, he pumped into her. Hard, fast, and as

deep as he could go. She was heaven wrapped around his dick. He

built up a steady pace, retreating from her body only to pump back in.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, scratching his back, and he relished

every nuance of pain she inflicted in her passionate abandonment.

There was no way he was going to last long, even though he’d

just come not too long ago. She drove him crazy in a delicious way,

turning sex into something out of this world.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?” he gasped, barely able

to form words.

“Yes! Oh yes, Chadwick!”

“Then come for me, because I’m just about to blow.”

Abbott reached between their bodies and found her clit,

rubbing it hard and fast. She cried out in bliss, and he felt her pussy

walls spasm around his cock. She bucked and cried out as she rode

the wave of an orgasmic high, and there was no way he could