Devil's Girl(25)

His fingers traveled down my belly and found my clit. I cried out at just the light contact. When he stroked it with a slow, gentle circle, I tensed and trembled; the heat and the pressure at my core built and nearly burst. But he backed off. I groaned in frustration; he brought me to the edge again, only to halt just before I came. It was infuriating and exquisite at the same time. Our sweat mingled; our grunts and cries filled the room.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he said, then kissed the shell of my ear. “Do you want to come? Did you learn your lesson?”

“Don’t move when you say don’t move,” I said, my voice sounding strained.

“That’s good, honey.” He rubbed my clit with the pad of his thumb, increasing pressure with the quick and hard rhythm of his thrusts. “Come for me, now.”

I held my breath as a white hot orgasm exploded through me. It went on and on, like the endless tides breaking against the shore. I shook with the force of it. My inner walls clenched and released his furiously pounding shaft over and over.

It pulled him over the edge with me. Sinking his teeth into my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, he groaned and rooted as deep inside me as he could get. His cock jerked and pulsed as it emptied its hot seed, coating my walls with each jet.

We remained like that, Theo breathing heavily, me frozen with disbelief and wonder that anything could ever feel so good, so right. I was in real trouble, sinking into feelings for him that I knew better than to have - especially for a biker, especially for one that wasn’t sticking around. When he collapsed to his side, I stretched out with my back against his chest. I couldn’t look at his face. I was afraid of saying something stupid.

“You okay?” he mumbled. He was drifting off to sleep again. His arms wrapped around me tight, and he sighed with contentment. Yeah, I better just keep my mouth shut before all sorts of stupid starts pouring out. I made a muffled sound of affirmation, happy to drift off for a while longer with him.





Something woke me just two or three hours later. Some noise. I opened my eyes and found Theo pulling on his boots. My clothes were folded neatly on the bed next to me.

I sat up with a start. “Are you kicking me out? Are you seriously leaving right now?”

He avoided my eyes. “We’ve all got things to do today, I’m sure.”

I closed my eyes. “You’re pushing me away again.”

“Ivy…”

"Why?" I leaned out and grabbed his hand. "Do you have a girl back home? Or is it just me?" I fought back the tears that threatened to spill. "Is it because of what I am?"

He scowled with confusion. "What you are?"

"A biker bitch. A bar bitch. A fucking whore." I spit the word out. Nella never let anyone say it, but it hung in the air, dangling above me and above her and Dawn like an invisible odor, tainting everything we did. I was afraid I'd never escape it, and Theo's rejection confirmed that fear.

But he surprised me. "No!" He dropped into a crouch in front of me and took both my hands in his. "It's nothing like that, Ivy. I..."

"Then tell me."

"I'm afraid I'll ruin you."

I snorted. "For sex?"

"Not that. You... You're special. You have this... this joy." He struggled with his words, and I waited patiently, having no clue what he was getting at. I was already anxious for him - it was the most words I'd heard the man string together in one sitting. "This absolute glee at just being alive. I watch you and I can see it in everything you do. Everything you touch. Even when you're unhappy, it's there.

And I'm afraid I'll kill it. I'd rather leave here and never look back than do that."

I was blown away. I had been called an optimist before. And my excitement in the mornings could drive people nuts. But I'd never heard it put quite like that. Second chances at life can do that people. I shook the thought away and focused on Theo.

"You're afraid you'll drag me down?" He nodded. "Look around you. Look at what I do. If all this hasn't dragged me down, you certainly won't." He started to speak, but I laid a finger on his lips. "Maybe I'll drag you up. And maybe that's what you're afraid of." The surprise on his face confirmed it for me. That was it. He was afraid I'd make him happy. But why?

I sank to the floor, kneeling between his knees and leaning in close. He avoided my eyes. I touched his face and whispered, "Let me make you happy, Theo." His lips parted to speak, but I silenced him again, leaning in and kissing him gently. "You can't do what you did and not give a girl a chance. I just wanted a quick fuck, but you fucking made love to me and you know it." I kissed him again, lingering, and finally be responded and kissed me back. His hands spread on my back and he pressed me closer. "I don't deserve this," he breathed.