Unrequited (Fallen Aces MC #1) Page 5

  “Yes.” Elena laughs, shaking her head. “Do not ask me why.” She twists in her seat to point west. “There’s a motel two blocks over that way. Hear they have a pool.”

  “Fancy a ride, then?”

  She grins and nods. “You don’t normally do this kind of thing, do you?” Elena stands to indicate she’s ready to go.

  I down the last of my coffee, adjust myself under the table, and shake my head as I join her. “Nope. I’m not very good at talkin’ to women I like.”

  Elena feigns shock, placing a hand to her chest. “Do you mean . . . that you don’t like me?”

  Fuck, I love how she makes me laugh. I take her by the hand and lead us across the road. “Complete opposite, actually.” Looking down at our hands as we walk to my bike, I admit, “I think I like you a little too much.”

  Yeah, I don’t miss that sharp intake of breath.

  My heart still hasn’t slowed since I asked her to join me. I take my fill of Elena, of the way she stands with one knee slightly bent, popping that curvy ass of hers.

  “You can use my helmet.” I lift the open-facer up and go to place it on her head when she grabs me by the wrists.

  “It’s not that far, honestly.”

  “Baby,” I say, frowning at her relaxed attitude. “I ain’t damaging any of this.” She stills as I reach out and drag my left thumb across her lips.

  “Okay.” Her answer is a breathless whisper. “But first.”

  I take a step back to avoid the flying elbows as she adjusts her ponytail so it sits at the nape of her neck. Her eyes never leave mine.

  “Better?” I ask, when she drops her arms.

  “Better.”

  I pop the helmet on and then get her situated on the seat before I climb on. My bike doesn’t have any space for a pillion, so the tank it is for me. She pats my shoulder as I settle my nuts against the unrelenting metal.

  “I can walk. Honestly, it’s not far.”

  I tap the side of my nose. She doesn’t know it yet, but I saw a place on the way into town that had separate units, all with their own private courtyards. If I’m going to take this lady somewhere, it’s going to have more than an ounce of class, not just the row on row of small units stacked on top of one another I think she means.

  She settles her hands around my middle as I turn the key and push start. The bike comes to life beneath us. I can’t help it. I look over my shoulder and grin. I know how bad that sprung seat vibrates.

  She grins back, and then laughs when I twist the throttle to give her a bit more of a buzz.

  “Tuck your legs over mine.” I point to the pipes and then slide my hand around her calf to demonstrate what I mean. Jesus. Wrong move, old boy. Lifting her lower right leg and wrapping her foot on my shin, I let go and take a breath. She doesn’t move, leaving her other foot hanging, and I glance back to find her watching me as I try to get my shit together.

  Her left heel hits my shin with a bang. “Ready.”

  I kick the stand up and after checking the traffic, give a twist of the wrist to get us going. Her thighs clamp down over mine, and her hands grip my abs painfully tight. Guess it’s her first ride, then.

  It’s the best ride I’ve had since building the beast.

  It seems as though she’s only just settled when I spot the driveway of the cabins I’d sighted earlier. Elena’s hands rest lightly on my sides, and she leans into every corner as if she’s an old pro. We cruise to a stop outside the office and I kill the engine.

  She doesn’t move.

  “You’re okay to get off,” I reassure her.

  She sighs first, slowly dragging her hands away and over the tops of my thighs—dangerously close to my convoy cock. Turns out the tank vibrates just as bad as the seat when you’re pressed up against it.

  I dismount and readjust myself with my back to her while she fiddles with the helmet and straps and eventually gets them undone.

  Ten minutes later, and a hundred dollars less in my back pocket, I open the door to our cabin. “M’lady?”

  She chuckles and walks past where I stand with my left arm outstretched, right tucked at the small of my back. The door slams shut with a kick of my boot, and before I can even come up with a half-decent line to give her, she takes the floor.

  Her shoes come off first, toe to heel as she walks. The tight-as-fuck tank goes next, landing on the foot of the bed. I’m in awe, watching her brazenly undress on her way to the shower. The sports bra narrowly misses collecting my head as she hurls it over her shoulder, rounding the corner to the bathroom with a cheeky smirk.

  I kick my boots off—both of them landing on opposite sides of the room—and shirk my cut, placing it carefully over the back of the chair. My hands are still on my belt when her running shorts hit the wall opposite the bathroom door.

  “You coming, or what?”

  I’ve never undressed so fast in my life.

  The water’s running when I do my best to act casual as I round the doorway. But damn, when I’m confronted with her lithe body, I fucking lose all reasoning.

  Her nostrils flare as she drinks me in—all of me. “The water should be warm now.” Elena steps in the shower and leaves the door to the cubicle open.

  I follow. Fuck, I’d follow this woman anywhere—I know it already.

  The water drags her hair down over her back as she lets it cascade over her face and neck. “Oh, that’s good.”

  Yep, it sure is.

  I’m naked, in the shower with one sexy-as-hell woman, and I think I’m already in love with her.

  My hands look enormous on her slim waist, my rough skin contrasting against her smooth, almond flesh. I stroke my thumbs in the small of her back and she arches, pressing her butt against my cock.

  Game on.

  Sliding my arm around her waist, I cup my right hand to her left breast, pulling her up against me and out of the water. She gasps, and wraps her arm around my hip to grab hold of my butt.

  “You want me to clean you,” I whisper in her ear, “or make you dirty first?”

  “Filthy dirty.”

  This woman—she never stops taking me by surprise.

  Keeping my right arm wrapped tightly around her, I move my left hand down to the junction of her thighs and slip my hand over the wet skin to the swollen folds of her pussy. Heaven. Her feet slide over the tile floor, widening her stance so I’ve got better access. I run my index and middle finger in slow strokes either side of her pussy, bracing my thumb against her clit to make her buck.

  She drops her head against my shoulder, and sighs. I taste the exposed flesh of her neck, running my teeth in a graze that starts at the point of her collarbone and ends below her ear.

  “Fuck yes,” she whispers, her hand on my butt squeezing.

  I take her lobe between my teeth and bite gently, giving it a little tug before I let go, all while my fingers continue their slow exploration of her.

  “Why did you say yes?” I ask, nipping at the line of her jaw.

  “Why did you come looking for me?”

  Well played.

  I spin her in my hold and back her up against the side wall of the shower, out of the way of the water spray. She’s dripping wet, and even more beautiful than I could have thought. The woman could turn up to our dates in a paper fucking bag and she’d have a hard time keeping my hands off her. Her lips meet mine in a frenzy, our heads tilting to deepen the kiss. Elena lifts a leg to my side, and I take it, hoisting the other as well, and pin her against the wall by my hips. Her hands tangle in my hair, damp from the spray, and tug.

  Oh, hell yes. I lean back and look her in the eye. “Harder.”

  She obeys, and yanks on my hair painfully hard to pull my head back to hers. Her tongue slides across my lips, coaxing me to let her in. She didn’t have to ask. I open and slant my mouth to taste her again, fascinated by the mix of mint and spice on her breath.

  “Be rough with me too,” she says, skimming her mouth over my cheekbone to dot kisses on my t
emple. “I like it.”

  I hoist her higher and wrap my hand underneath her to skim the slick folds of her pussy. She sighs, closing her eyes as I dip a finger inside. God, I wish that were my fucking tongue instead. Her hands move from my shoulders to the back of my head and to my shoulders again, massaging the muscles.

  “You ready?”

  She nods, and leans her head forward to nip my bottom lip. “So ready.”

  Lining myself with her entrance, I slowly let her slide back down the wall as I tilt my hips. She stretches around me, accommodating my size with the kind of moan that makes my cock twitch. She feels too good; the moment’s too surreal. I drop my forehead to her shoulder and still.

  “Okay?” she asks quietly, the pattering of the water the only sound other than my short breaths.

  “Yeah, I’m good.” I rock my hips as I pull my head back and lay a kiss on her full lips. “Felt too good for a bit there.”

  How did I get to this point with her? How the hell did I find the fucking voice to ask her? And why the fuck did she say yes? The woman’s gorgeous, way out of my league.

  She wriggles about, coaxing me to move again, bottom lip pinched between her teeth. I ease into the rhythm and rock my hips toward her, shunting her body up the tiles with each stroke. Moans fall from her lips as she nears climax, my speed increasing with every whispered word that follows.

  “Yes, King. Yes.”

  My road name. It’s never felt so right. “Say it again.”

  She drops her head forward, her eyes blazing as they settle on mine. “Fuck me, King.”

  And I do. I fuck her like it’s the first, last, and only time.

  She grapples at my shoulders, and her hands slide into my hair, yanking the lengths hard enough to pull my head to the side. I growl and grit my teeth as I hammer her, punishing this woman for being so damn beautiful.

  Her pussy clenches around me, and I move my hands to her breasts to take her nipples between my forefinger and thumb, and pinch. She explodes over me and screams out as I feel my own release take hold, my legs weakening.

  I fill her, jerking uncontrollably as the climax wreaks havoc with my limbs. The relief, the satisfaction—it’s ten times more than I could have imagined. My knees buckle, and I lower us to the floor before I drop her.

  Elena slumps against the tiles and smiles up at me, stroking her palm over the side of my beard. “Now I’ll let you clean me.”

  EIGHT

  Elena

  I don’t want to let him go. He washed me in the shower with the tiny complimentary circle of soap. Let’s just say it was funny watching him try and control the teeny bar in his huge hands and curse every time it slipped out of his grasp.

  And then I dried him—hands down the most erotic moment of my life. His gaze followed me as I ran the fluffy white towel down each arm, tracing the bumps and hollows of his muscular frame, and taking my time as I passed over the now pinkish line on his left forearm. My hand slipped from the towel as I ran it over his chest and the feel of my palm against his rigid stomach awoke a desire inside of me that hadn’t even been present while we had sex in the shower.

  I barely had time to dry his legs before he’d hoisted me into his arms and taken me to bed. It was perfect the first time, heaven the second. Every touch was made with care, and the way he looked at me while inside of me—he was amazed. But by what? How could a man I count myself lucky to have caught the attention of be amazed by me?

  “You really are in good shape,” I remark, propped on my side underneath the sheets beside him. We’ve been lying here, naked, just sharing random facts about ourselves, talking about anything and everything except the elephant in the room—Carlos.

  He still doesn’t know.

  King rolls on the bed to face me, and smirks. “Thank you.”

  I swat his arm and laugh. “No need to get cocky about it.”

  “I’m not,” he protests. “You paid me a compliment. I said thank you.”

  I frown and fidget with the sheet between my hands.

  “And you’re fuckin’ beautiful, too,” he teases, knocking me over as he tackles me to my back. “I shouldn’t have to say it; you should just know it like I do.” King’s bottle green eyes roam over my face, neck, and chest. “Fuckin’ beautiful.”

  “Thank you too, I guess.” I smile to try and hide my embarrassment.

  He shakes his head and chuckles, placing the softest of kisses to my forehead. “You gonna tell me where you live so I can come visit once you’re finished bein’ in town with your dad?”

  And there it is—the moment my bubble bursts with a fizzle. “I can’t.”

  “Why not?” I lift my hand between us, and he frowns. “I don’t get it.”

  Tapping my ring finger, I point out the slight tan line, barely visible unless you looked for it. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

  He backs off me and rests on his heels at my feet. “You’re married?”

  “Not yet.”

  A panic sets in at the hurt that crosses his face. His brow furrows and those usually bright green eyes become hooded and dark. “Why would you lie?” he whispers. “You could have said no.” He throws his hands up in the air, and drops them to his thighs with a slap. “Why all the coffee dates? Why all this time together?”

  I sit up and the sheet falls free of my naked body. I don’t care. “I didn’t stop seeing you because I didn’t want to.” I reach for him, but he jerks away.

  Why didn’t I just tell him? Why did I choose to be selfish, and in turn hurt him?

  “The other guy?” he asks. “You love him?”

  “No,” I blurt out. “God, no.”

  He stares at me a beat too long, seeming to search for something he can’t find. “Why marry him then?”

  “It’s complicated.”

  “But you’ve . . .”

  “Slept together?” I whisper.

  “Yeah.” He looks away, running a hand over his beard. “That.”

  “Not for a while. Not since before I met you.”

  King stays kneeling, staring off into nothing for a while. I fidget with the sheet and wrap myself into a kind of cocoon in a vain attempt at finding comfort. I’ve ruined things, but in reality, I should have ruined them sooner.

  I should have put my money where my mouth is and shown the man how much I care about him by pushing him away. In time he would have understood. In time he maybe could have forgiven me.

  “I should care,” he murmurs, breaking the silence. “I just fucked some other guy’s fiancé after flirting with her for weeks. You just fucked me when you’re engaged, for fuck’s sake. But you know what?” He turns his head back toward me and flashes a weak smile. “I don’t really give a shit.”

  We’re two wrongs that’ll never make a right.

  “This isn’t who I am,” I say, desperate to clear King’s mind of thoughts that I’d do the same thing to him. There’s no comparison. “I want to leave him, but he’s . . . difficult. You wouldn’t understand.”

  “Try me.” King scoots closer, lying on his side, and wraps an arm around my legs to hug them to his chest while he props his head up with the other hand.

  “You probably know who he is.” I let out a bitter laugh. “Everybody seems to know who he is for one reason or another, and usually they’re not good.”

  King gives his head a little shake, lifting an eyebrow as though to coax me on.

  “Have you heard of Carlos Redmond?”

  His nostrils flare, and his lips press tightly together until they turn white. “Yeah, I know who he is.” He flops to his back and draws a hand down his face, gripping the lengths of his beard before he lets go. “Fuck, Elena.”

  “If I leave, he’ll punish me.”

  “I know.” He drops an arm over his face to hide his eyes. “Why did you get together with him to begin with?”

  “I thought he cared about me. I needed help, and I thought he’d be the one to give it.” I sigh, dropping my chin to my chest
to examine the line on my finger. “I thought his money could make me happy.”

  “Happiness isn’t something you can buy.”

  “I know that,” I whisper. “I feel so stupid.” The familiar resentment at my foolish choices sparks up, threatening to burn us both.

  King drops his arm to rest his hand on my ankle. The fire dampens. “Guess that’s it for us then, huh?”

  “No,” I snap. Taking a deep breath to center myself, I calm my thumping heart. “I don’t want it to be.”

  “It’s complicated if you choose to stay with him, Elena. I can’t tell you why, but I can’t do that to my club.”

  “And if you weren’t part of a club?” I ask, bitterly. “What then?”

  He rolls toward me and strokes my face, tracing a line over my brow with his thumb. “I don’t know.”

  “I should get home.” I push him away and rise from the bed, searching out my running clothes.

  King stays propped up on his elbow, a lazy smile on his lips as he tracks me around the room. How did my clothes get so damn spread out?

  “Look away or something, would you?” I snap. “You’re making me anxious watching me like that.” His grin weakens my defenses, but I refuse to let him know.

  “There’s no need to be shy anymore, baby. I think I know every inch of that body now.”

  I cock an eyebrow at him. “That so?”

  “That’s so.” His smile . . .

  My dire need to get out of here temporarily forgotten, I turn around and wiggle my ass at him. “Are you sure you know all of it?”

  His eyes flash. “Careful.”

  I squeal as he launches himself off the bed and tackles me to the mattress. King holds himself over me with his arms braced either side of my head. “You should smile more.”

  “You’re the only reason I have to.”

  He grumbles and dips his head to take my mouth in a slow and sensual kiss. My body relaxes, and my arms and legs instinctively wrap around his to pull him closer. I knew it when I saw him at that café, when I heard what he’d done for me, but didn’t realize fully what it was at the time.