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  He lets loose a deep sexual roar filled with desire, grabbing for the V-neck opening of my shirt. In the next beat, he’s ripping it completely open, exposing my lacy fuchsia bra. “You gonna tell me no, Angel?” he mocks, his eyes daring me to try and fight after I’d practically egged him on to do it. “Tell me no this time. See if I fucking stop.”

  “Not yet,” I breathe. “Keep going.” My cheeks heat as I wait for Sebastian to continue. I knew I wanted him from the moment I saw him. I’ve tried to keep my distance from him—or any man, for that matter—to be patient and careful, but it’s no use. He has my body strung so tightly right now, I feel as if I could combust just having him this close. I got a sample of what he’s all about when he went down on me, and it’s only forced my desire to multiply for him, making me feel needy and wanton.

  “Fuckin’ lucky you aren’t in a dress today. I’d have bent you over and stuck my cock inside you already.” He yanks my bra down underneath my breasts, freeing them. He stares at them for a beat before pinching the hardened crests. My core spasms with the zing of violent delight.

  “Oh, God,” I sigh with excitement. His hands are magic on my body. Sure, I’ve been touched before, but for some reason, when Sebastian does it, he lights me on fire. My body comes alive for him like no other.

  The biker smirks then leans in and sucks one nipple in between his lips. I watch him, enthralled with his mouth on me again—this time in another place bringing me pleasure. He pulls away, switching to my other exposed breast. The sensation intensifies, and my head falls back against the door, my eyes slamming closed as I quietly moan to myself. It lasts moments before my breasts suddenly cold, missing the heat from his mouth.

  He orders, “You watch me when I’m touching, licking, and fucking you, Sweet Pea. I want your eyes on me, always.”

  My lids part as I pick my head up and meet his stern gaze. He’s so damn bossy, and rather than pissing me off, it makes me wetter for him. “What are you going to do if I don’t follow directions very well? If I disobey?”

  He chuckles. “I’ll spank that ass before I fuck it, is what I’ll do. You want me to redden your gorgeous booty, just say the word, baby.” His lips lift into a confident grin, and then he’s tossing me over his shoulder.

  A shocked scream escapes me as Bash throws me off-kilter once again. He’s constantly challenging me and surprising me with his actions and the things he says. I love it that he keeps me on my toes, never knowing what he’s going to do next. I’m expecting him to take me down the hallway to my room and bed, but he doesn’t bother. He walks straight for my tiny galley style kitchen, carefully laying me across my old farmhouse table. It’s too big for the small space but when I saw it out by the dumpsters, I had to have it. I dragged it into my apartment, scrubbed it down and painted it white, and now it’s my favorite piece of furniture. Someone’s junk became my treasure. On the upside, it’s sturdy enough to hold my weight without collapsing underneath us. It could probably hold four of me if I tried.

  “You’re crazy,” I murmur, and he pauses long enough to flash me a wide smile.

  “You’re just now figuring that out? Baby, crazy could be my middle name.”

  “Well, that’s reassuring.”

  His eyes turn serious. “I won’t ever pretend to be something I’m not around you. You deserve real, and so do I.”

  I swallow, feeling his words in my soul. He’s completely right, and all I’ve done is keep myself hidden from everyone, including him. He doesn’t know why I’m really here or what I’m hiding. I wish I could tell him, but I can’t bring myself to, no matter how much he’s gotten under my skin. “I don’t want you to pretend.”

  My words light the spark back in him, and he moves to yank my work pants off. I tilt my hips from side to side, giving him access. He tosses my shoes behind him into my living room and tugs my pants off the rest of the way. I lean up, twisting my torso a bit so my shirt can fall off. I leave my bra where it is. If Sebastian wants it off, I have no doubt he’ll remove it. Besides, this way, the cups push my boobs up to give me even more cleavage.

  “Christ. I knew you were an angel from the moment I saw you…but now, I think I’ve reached Heaven, Baby. You’re so goddamn beautiful…you got me all sorts of tied up inside.”

  I bite my cheek, then allow a bright smile to break free. The irritation from earlier has disappeared as I take in the way he gazes down at my naked body, sprawled before him on my kitchen table. He worships me with his stare, and I’ve never felt so desired and accepted by another man. “Can I see you?” I whisper. The moment seems far too perfect to speak any louder—like I’ll ruin it if I do.

  He nods, and I bite down on my bottom lip, eagerly watching. He removes his vest, hanging it over one of the chairs. He reaches behind him, tugging his shirt off at the back of his neck, in the weird way men often do. His torso comes into view, and I swear I’ll stutter if I have to say anything at the moment. He’s chiseled, but also still bruised up something fierce from his wreck. My poor, injured biker. You’d never know it because he acts like it doesn’t bother him in the slightest. If I wasn’t around him so much, I’d miss his occasional winces and grunts of pain. I won’t pressure him to lift me or anything again, the last thing I want to do is cause him more physical harm.

  I was right about him being on the leaner side, but that’s because he doesn’t have an ounce of fat on him. The man has just the right amount of muscle on his frame to be strong but not bulky. He has my mouth watering as I think about trailing my tongue over every inch of his physique.

  He smirks, never peeling his eyes away from me. He toes off his chunky big black biker boots and then shoves his faded jeans down. His cock springs free, and my legs automatically part. My pussy’s on full display, offering my core to him. It happens without me thinking of doing it, like a natural reaction to seeing his hard cock so thick and close by. “So sexy and enticing, Savannah,” he mutters, eyes glued to my open pussy. I’m so soaked for his touch that when the cool air hits me, I shiver with a chill. I need him filling me deep, warming me up from the inside like he did when he had me locked up against the front door.

  His hand moves to squeeze his cock, and he pumps it while staring me down. I copy his regard, eagerly watching him jack his dick as I finger my pussy. I want to touch his length, to feel it stretching me open and take pleasure from him. “Please?” I sweetly beg, and his chest rumbles with satisfaction. He’s thoughtful and kind and incredibly alpha when he’s turned on. Clearly, the soft plea was just what he needed from me.

  “Fuck,” he gasps as my finger becomes coated in my wetness. He pulls my hand away, sucking my juices from the digit. Once he’s satisfied he’s gotten every drop, he releases it and presses his nose to my clit as he inhales deeply. “I love your scent. Christ,” he comments, then swipes his tongue through my cream. He explores the entire area, licking my slit from my ass up to my clit.

  It feels ridiculously good. I can’t stop the moan from leaving my mouth. “Yes, just like that, Bash.”

  He’s off me in a heartbeat, standing to his full height, wearing a moody glower. He folds his arms across his chest as I sputter from the sudden loss of his mouth. “What’d you call me?”

  It takes me a moment to clear my head enough to think of what I’d said. “I called you Bash.”

  He shakes his head. “You’ve been callin’ me Sebastian lately. I like it.”

  “Oh,” I exhale. “Okay, then I can call you that instead.”

  He nods, satisfied once more, and dives in to continue licking me. Between sucking and nibbling my core, he grumbles. “Want my woman callin’ me by my name. Bash is for the MC. This is you and me. Being real, and I want you knowing Sebastian, not the other asshole.”

  I manage not to giggle, although I want to from listening to him gripe at my pussy. It’s kinda cute he gets all pouty over it. One minute he’s storming in here, demanding to get his way, then he’s saying sweet things and getting his feelings hurt beca
use I called him by his MC name. Men say we’re the difficult ones….

  He slurps my juices, pushing a finger deep into my center, and I cry out. My orgasm begins to build, makes me clench everything up in anticipation. He feels me tighten my core and thrusts faster. He learned yesterday that it makes me shoot off like a rocket. “Better come for me, baby. Give me what I want, when I want it,” he orders, pushing another finger in deep and my body obeys, folding to his demands.

  “Sebastian!” I cry in bliss, and he stays right with me, pumping as I ride out every last moment of my explosive orgasm.

  “Mm, now I’m gonna feel that tight wet cunt wrapped around my cock.” He leans over me, bringing his mouth to mine. We kiss. It’s easy to get caught up in his kisses. His tongue is demanding, yet not overwhelmingly so. It’s like meeting an old friend and sharing a warm embrace, only more. I could kiss him for hours and love every second of it.

  I release a gasp of surprise as he suddenly thrusts his length inside me. He didn’t need to line himself up or anything, one minute he was there, and the next, he was deeply seated in my core. My pussy burns a bit as he stretches me wider than my fingers usually do. I haven’t been with a man in a while, and the last one was only average in dick size. Sebastian fills me, and the sensation is marvelous, exactly what I was craving from him.

  “Fuck,” he grunts. “This pussy has just been waiting for me to fill it, hasn’t it, babe?”

  “Yes! You feel really, really good,” I murmur, ensconced in his warm embrace.

  “You needed to be fucked, didn’t you?” he asks. I draw his bottom lip into my mouth, sucking on it a moment before I release it to nip along his jaw. “I understand why you’re feisty now. This pussy is what dreams are made of.” He peppers kisses over the tops of my breasts, leaving little love bites and purple marks behind.

  The wooden table’s painfully hard, and as he increases his quick, punishing pace, he wraps an arm underneath me. It helps to act as a sort of barrier between my back and the wood, and I’m touched at his efforts to make sure I’m comfortable. It’s not necessary, though, as the orgasm he gave me was plenty to relax my mind and muscles. He clenches me tightly to him, his hips making sharp jerky thrusts. It’s so different than having his mouth and fingers working me over. It’s more intimate, and his body heat warms my skin. I want to cling to him and never let go.

  My core squeezes at the thought of keeping him near me for the long haul, and he groans. “Best pussy, Savannah. Not giving this cunt up. Gonna put anyone that thinks they can touch you six feet under. This is your warning, Sweet Pea. I don’t share. I’ll rain down hell on any motherfucker who thinks they can cross me on it too.”

  I pull his face to mine, my mouth taking his in a tense, blistering kiss. His words are everything I want to hear, even though I shouldn’t. I can’t afford to get wrapped up in a man like Sebastian, yet I can’t seem to stop myself either. He doesn’t deserve the complications I come with. I could put him in danger, and that’s the last thing I’d want for him. No one deserves to die because of me.

  Sebastian breaks my kiss, murmuring, “Gonna come, Angel. I need you there with me.” He reaches between our bodies, seeking my clit. He rubs over it with his middle finger, making me scream out with the sudden onslaught of sensations. As if having his length inside me wasn’t enough, now my body’s on overload. “That’s it, Savannah, give your man what he wants. Squeeze that tight cunt around my cock and milk me.”

  “Oh, my God!” I yell as bliss crashes through me, taking me under. His groin pistons, the intensity sure to do some damage and make me sore tomorrow. I feel overwhelmed, completely smitten with him, and there’s no turning back at this point. I don’t know if I’ll be able to let him go if I need to in the future.

  Hot liquid fills my core, shocking me as I realize he never slipped on a condom before entering me. How could I be so reckless? It’s not like I can go to a doctor’s office for a checkup or anything; that would chance bringing unwanted attention to me, and I can’t have that.

  “Y-you didn’t wear a condom!” I sputter, attempting to catch my breath, still in shock.

  He grunts, shaking his head into my shoulder. I should feel enraged, yet I can’t bring myself to it. I like the way his cum feels inside me. He mutters against my neck, “Not wearing a condom with my woman.”

  “And how many women are yours, exactly? This is concerning; vagina health is important.”

  He pulls back, the rapture escaping his features as seriousness reflects back at me. “Just one. You. I don’t fuck around and call women mine if I don’t really mean it. You’re the first for me, and that’s why I wasn’t wearing a condom with you. If I was gonna fuck other bitches, I’d wrap it up. I’d never hurt you like that.”

  “You got head from one of them, one of those not-your-other-women,” I point out, being a smartass and not making much sense. It doesn’t matter, though, because I understand what I’m saying, and luckily Bash is smart enough to get it as well.

  “That’s different.”

  I huff and roll my eyes, not about to buy into his bullshit at the moment. I attempt to move away, but he doesn’t let me go anywhere. Stubborn biker.

  “I was trying not to pressure you. I explained that to you when you showed up. We weren’t exclusive, and I was only letting Cookie suck me off until I saw your face. Once you walked into the bar, I knew that bitch could never satisfy me, not as long as I have you in my life.”

  “Yet, you got off. I was there; I watched the entire thing!”

  “’Cause you were there throwing a fucking tantrum, and it was sexy as fuck. Never had a bitch take control of another female while she was sucking my cock. You have no idea how erotic you were. You! No one else.” He leans in, nudging my nose with his. “Don’t start this shit, or else I’ll go right back to fuckin’ you. I won’t give you a break either like I’d intended to.”

  I fight against it, but I’m not strong enough to fully hide my grin from his explanation. Hearing him rationalize it like that, saying I was the one calling the shots. It makes me feel as if I was in control, and that’s exactly what I was striving for when I decided to make a point of it to him at the club. “Does this new label make you mine, as well, or is this situation supposed to be one-sided?”

  He cocks an eyebrow, his blue irises sparkling. He’s enjoying all of this far too much. “You gonna let me fill this pretty pink cunt up whenever I want to with my tongue, fingers, and cock?”

  My eyes widen. “I’m sure we could work something out, depending on the circumstances.”

  He grins. “Like I said before, babe…don’t want any other bitch.” It’s not a straight out yes or no, but I’ll take it. He’s a biker, used to being wild and free. I have a feeling it’s going to take a little while for him to get used to the idea of our new labels, of me reeling him in, even if he’s the one who started handing out the branding first. I should be happy he’s not literally trying to stamp his name on me somewhere.

  “I have one request if you plan on keeping up this pace.”

  His brow scrunches. “Did I hurt you too badly?”

  I shake my head. “I loved it.”

  He visibly relaxes, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “Then what is it, Angel?”

  “Take me to my bed, Sebastian. It’s my turn to show you how I move my hips.” I wink, and he chuckles.

  “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me, Angel. The sweetest, fucking death,” he says as he lifts me in his arms, careful to keep his hefty dick tucked firmly inside my heat. He carries me toward the hallway that leads to my bedroom, and I grin the entire time. We’ve got a lot of makeup sex to have, and I’m going to make damn sure he doesn’t hesitate to say no the next time a woman offers him a blowjob.

  Sebastian is mine. I claimed him, and those other club women better back off.

  Eight

  Vulnerability: The last thing I want you to see in me. The first thing I look for in you. - Brene Brown

 
; My fingers trail through Savannah’s silky hair as I watch her sleep soundly, her creamy flesh looking beautiful against her lilac sheets. How I ended up meeting someone like her is beyond me. I have to chalk it up to fate because without that wreck, I don’t think I’d have found her anytime soon. She’s way out of my league, and I’m taking advantage of having her while I can. I may be brash and rough around the edges at times, but I’m no idiot.

  I’ve been solely focused on the club. After Chaos took over, it’s been one day at a time rebuilding to where the MC needs to be. It’s taken time and patience for each of us to establish good business connections and bring in a decent payday. After getting the KOC away from dealing in flesh, it hit another low. We were out of money and down to a skeleton crew. Chaos has been in the life for God knows how long, so he knew how to climb out of the hole.

  It took all of us doing our share, but we made it. Now our days are filled with jobs, pussy, and club life. I bring in my fair share by dealing to Atlanta’s elite drug users, as well as provide the locals with their hookup. Sly does his part by collecting protection money from some businesses as well as betting. North has his hands in deep with the strip club, and Jinx runs drugs through the railroad. It’s right in his back yard—or damn near, anyhow—and he takes full advantage of the convenience.

  Out of nowhere, this angel drops into my life and leaves my head spinning. I think I took one look at her and was a goner from that moment on, even if it was a few weeks until I realized that I have it bad and admitted it to myself. I’m a stubborn ass at times, and where Savannah is concerned, it seems to amplify tenfold.

  “Sweet Pea,” I rasp, leaning in to place soft kisses along her shoulder. She’s on her belly, head facing the opposite way. I’d fucked her all night and worn her ass out. It’s nearly noon now, and I’ve got shit to do. I know she has to work sometime today as well. Probably two p.m. or so—it’s her usual shift.