Wicked Man (Forgotten Rebels MC Book 2) Page 4
“What?” he asked.
She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. “What really happened that night?”
“What night?”
“The night at the old farmhouse,” she said. “That last night we were together. I remember very little but I recall being half naked. And that you were between my thighs.”
He pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down heavily. “Oh. That night.”
“Did I do something wrong?” It was the question that had been burning in her mind and heart since the moment she found out he was gone.
“What?” He shook his head emphatically. “No, Abbott, you did nothing wrong. It was me. We were in that bedroom and you were willing, and so God damned wet it about drove me out of my mind. I wanted to make you mine so badly that night.”
“But we didn’t have sex.”
“No, we didn’t,” he said, and then grimaced. “Let’s just say I was overly excited.”
She cocked her head, a little confused.
“I came, Abbott. All over my fucking hand before I even got in your pretty pussy.”
She sat back, stunned. “Really? I don’t remember that.”
He ran a hand over the back of his neck. “Well, it was embarrassing as hell. There I was, a nineteen-year-old man and I acted like I was an untried kid. I didn’t want you to know.”
“So that’s why you told me to get dressed? Why you left me?”
“Hold up,” he said. “Now, I ended our date that night because of that, but that’s not why I left. I joined the army.”
“Yes, I know that, but you never told me you were joining the army, Chadwick. How long did you know you had to leave?”
“The president of the club called me that night,” he said. “If I wanted the patch I had to enlist.”
“But … but a person doesn’t just sign up and poof! They’re gone. It doesn’t happen that fast, does it?”
He nodded. “In my case yes. I enlisted as an ordinary infantry soldier. I didn’t need a delayed entry program for what I signed up for. I went in on Monday and shipped out to basic training that Friday.”
Sadness slammed into her. “And you didn’t think to say good-bye to me?”
Regret filled his face. “I couldn’t, Abbott, because there was no way I could look in your eyes and ask you to wait for me. Yet, I also couldn’t let you go.”
She sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. “I never thought you were a fucking coward, Chadwick.”
He winced. “I deserved that. What can I say? I was an immature kid, Abbott. Listen, I needed the club. It was all I had once I left my dad’s house. At the time, I couldn’t stomach his happy ever after with a new wife and family, but I know now I was just being an asshole. With him and with you. I’m sorry. Man, am I ever fucking sorry for all of it. My dad went to his grave not knowing how much I regretted the things I said. So please, I know I don’t deserve it, but give me another chance.”
His explanation tied up all her lose ends in a very unflattering picture. Yet how could she judge him for his immature actions when she did the exact same thing? Hurt and abandoned, she hadn’t even waited for him to come back and explain things, to do the mature thing and confront him. No, she had grabbed onto the first person to give her a kind word, running away from home and making her parents suffer. Unfortunately, Billy’s kind words were nothing but lies. At least Chadwick did something noble with his running away. All she did was become a psycho’s punching bag.
She reached out and took hold of his hand. He gripped her fingers tightly.
“I suppose we both did something stupid,” she said. “But … I … care about you, Chadwick. Still.”
“Same here,” he whispered.
“Can we start over?”
“I would love that,” he said. “I know the past can never go away, but I want us to grow from it. I’m not the same boy I was.”
“And I’m not the same girl.” She smiled at him. “For the time I’m here, I want to be yours.”
“Oh, babe. You’ve always been mine,” he said.
He tugged on her hand, getting her to rise and sit in his lap. Her heart began to pound with excitement at his nearness, turning her on. Wick cupped the back of her head and guided her lips toward his. The first touch of their lips was nothing but a slight brushing against one another. An acquaintance from memories long ago. They’d had cybersex through Snapchat, flirted and sent naughty pictures over the past few months, but this was reality. He was big and hard beneath her, a man now and not the boy from her youth.
Then he growled a little, deep in his chest, which rumbled through her body, igniting a deep inferno which had lain dormant for so long. All coherent thoughts fled as her lips parted and desperation took over. She grabbed hold of him, needing to be closer, and he must have sensed or felt the same urgency and longing because his fingers tangled in her hair and the kiss shifted from tentative to scorching hot instantly.
He sank his tongue into her mouth, all consuming, even as she returned the intimate probe. The hand that gripped her waist pulled her close to him, but still, it wasn’t close enough. So without breaking the lip-lock, she shifted around until she was able to straddle him, bringing her body into better contact with his. In this position, she could feel his cock straining against the denim material, the hard shaft pushing against her feminine core. The material separating them was 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.
Chapter Five
“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 Abb
ott 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 possibly hold back. Wick shuddered as his climax roared through him, turning his brain to mush. They stayed locked together, their hearts beating frantically in time with one another, before he pulled from her body. And that’s when he saw his cum flow down her thighs.