Smolder: A Devil Chaser's MC Romance (17 page)

His large hands clamped around my ass as he lifted me up from the sofa. He continued to devour my mouth as he carried me down the hallway and into my room. He gently dropped my feet to the floor and my heart raced with anticipation. He slipped his hands into the waist of my pants and slowly lowered them down my legs, being careful not to touch my stitches. He reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I stood before him naked and eager. I knew I was already wet, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Taylor. I’m going to be careful with your leg, but lay back and let me explore every inch of that beautiful body of yours.”
      
He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his broad, muscular chest, and dropped it to the floor. He leaned over me and began tracing the slope of my breast to the curve of my stomach with his fingertips. He ran his tongue across the edge of my lace panties, teasing me, tormenting me. He tugged them down past my ankles, and I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin.

Need surged through me as I called out his name, “Noah!” His rough hands slid under my ass as he lowered his head between my thighs. His tongue teased my clit while he eased his fingers deep inside me, finding the spot that drove me wild. His mouth covered me, and he sucked and nipped until my body jolted in an earth-shattering orgasm. My fingernails dug into his shoulders as he continued to work me over with his mouth. He finally looked up at me with lust and hunger in his eyes.

“I need to be inside you, Taylor. I want to watch you come while I fuck you.”

He released himself from his jeans and pushed them down to the floor. They pooled at his feet, exposing his powerful erection as he reached for a condom in his wallet. He ripped the wrapper open with his teeth, and slowly covered himself before he rested his hips between mine.

I loved feeling him against me. My body responded eagerly to his touch, his kiss, his love. The rough pads of his fingers twisted in my hair as my mouth traveled along the ridges of his chest. He pressed his lips to mine in a passionate, tender kiss, owning my body. His eyes locked with mine as he moved his lips from my mouth and raked his teeth across my nipple. My back arched as he took it in his mouth and gently sucked. I dug my hands into his hair, pulling him to me.

Panting, he pulled back. “You’re mine, Taylor. All of you,” he said with need.

“Yes, Noah. I’m yours,” I said as I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his cock. Slowly I moved my fingers up and down his length. I brushed his cock against my center several times before he thrust hard into me, filling me completely. My fingers continued to claw into his back as took me deeper. I knew I was going to leave marks on him, but I didn’t care.

He rocked into me again and again, connecting me to him in a way that I knew I’d be his forever. His hands fisted into my hair as he continued to plunge deeper into me.

My head rolled back and my hips bucked forward. “Noah!” I cried out when my orgasm bolted through me. My body clamped down around him over and over, forcing his release. He stayed buried deep inside me until the remaining tension left his body.

He laid still for a moment before he looked up at me with a smile and said, “I meant what I said. You’re it for me.”

“Finally,” I said, kissing him on his neck.

He rolled away, pulling me over to his side. I rested my head on his chest and traced the lines of his tattoo with my fingers.

“Where do we go from here?” I asked.

“I want you to take some time to really think about this thing between us. I meant it when I said you were mine. You’ll always be mine, but there are some things you need to consider. You’ve got to ask yourself how my life and my past is going to affect you.”

“Noah, I already told you I don’t care about your past,” I tried to explain.

“Taylor, you need to think about all this. What will you do about your job and your apartment? One day we might want to have kids. Are you okay with raising them around the club? What will you tell them about my parents? You need to decide what you’re really giving up by deciding to be with me.”

“I don’t have to think about it. I already know,” I told him.

“You think you’ve got it all figured out, and maybe you do. I just want you to take a few days and make sure that this is really what you want. The club life isn’t for everyone, and you know I’m not the easiest person to get along with. If you decide that this is what you really want, there’s no turning back. You’ll be mine… in every way,” he said with a smile.

I grinned at the thought. “Okay, I’ll take the time to think it over,” I said. I wasn’t happy about the time apart, but I saw his point. There was a lot to figure out.

“If you decide you want this to work, I’ll do everything I can to make a good life for you, Taylor. I want this more than you know. No regrets… either way,” he said with worry in his eyes.

“Okay, Noah,” I said. I kissed his chest and neck as I pulled myself up and straddled his hips. My hands wandered across his body, letting him know that I wanted him again. If he was leaving me today, I wanted to give him something to remember on his way back home.

Chapter 27

Renegade

Leaving Taylor behind was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. I knew it was the right thing to do, but it didn’t make it suck any less. I wanted her to be sure that she was ready to start a new life with me. I knew she liked her job, and I hoped that she could keep it. She worked from home a lot, so I planned to make her an office if she came back to me. I’d fix that house any way she wanted it. She could even bring all those damn throw pillows from her place. I’d do anything I could to make her happy here.

I decided to take a ride out to my place by the lake. I wanted to find out who owned that property. I’d always wanted to build a house out there for as long as I could remember, and this may be the right time to do it.

I spent the day looking into the property before I headed back to the house. I wanted to straighten up in case Taylor showed up. I wasn’t exactly sure how long she planned to think about things, but I was hoping she would come back soon.

After three days of waiting for Taylor to show up, I began to have my doubts that she was going to. Maybe she’d decided that it just wasn’t worth it. I wasn’t surprised. I’d known it all along. It’d
just taken her longer to figure it out. 

I spent most of the day in the garage working on one of the classic cars that needed to be sanded down before it was painted the next day. It was in pretty bad shape, so it took the entire day to get it ready. I taped everything off, so I would be ready to paint it first thing in the morning. Bishop wanted it done by Friday, which didn’t give me long to wrap things up.

When I made it back to the house, there was a strange truck in the driveway, and the front door of my house was wide open. I jumped off my bike and rushed inside to see what the hell was going on. When I walked through the front door, I saw Taylor’s dad standing in my living room carrying a large box.

He sat the box down on the table and said, “Glad you’re finally here. I could use some help moving the rest of these boxes.” He walked past me and headed back outside to his truck.

“Taylor?” I called out.

“I’m back here!” she shouted from the bedroom.

I walked down the hallway and found her removing the sheets from my bed. She gave me a bright smile and said, “I’m done thinking.” She dropped the sheets and ran over to me. She jumped up, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. She smashed her lips against mine, and I felt her lips curl into a smile.

“You’re sure about this?” I asked.

“I’m positive! You’re stuck with me, Noah Hudson. I would’ve been here sooner, but I had to get some things worked out with my job and the apartment before I could leave.”

“So, we’re really doing this?”

“Just try and get out of it now and see what happens to you!” she said, giving me a mean look but ruining it by laughing. I couldn’t believe she was finally there. I kissed her again before I threw her on the bed. I landed between her legs and continued kissing her.

She pulled away and said, “Hold up! My dad’s out there!”

“Shit! I forgot. I’ll go help him finish getting your stuff, but you wait here. I want you just like this when I get back.” I kissed her one last time before I headed out to help her dad. There weren’t many boxes left, so it didn’t take us long.

“You take good care of my girl,” he told me. “I know she loves you. Poor kid has been in love with you for years. I’m trusting you not to break her heart.”

“I’m going to do my best to make her happy, sir. I love her more than you know.”

“That’s what I want to hear. You call me if you need anything. You’re gonna have your hands full with her. Good luck!” he said laughing.

Taylor raised her eyebrow and huffed, “Dad… quit trying to scare off my
man
!” Then she stepped up to him, gave him a sweet smile, and hugged him tight. “Love you, Daddy.”

He pulled out of the driveway with a big smile on his face.

I sighed, looking over at Taylor, “I told you to stay in the bedroom.”

“Noah, I had to come say goodbye to my dad!” she said, placing her hand on her hip.

“I gave you an order, babe, and now… I’m going to have to punish you for not doing what I said.”

“Punish me? Noah Hudson, you…!” She broke off as I bent down and lifted her up over my shoulder. She screamed and laughed at the same time, and it made me feel lighter than I’d felt in years.

I carted her back to the… no,
our
bedroom, feeling like everything was finally perfect in my life. I should have known better.

Chapter 28

Taylor

You know all those romance novels and movies where the couple falls in love, and their happily ever after begins immediately? Well, that’s a load of crap! Starting a new life with someone is harder than you think. Especially when you’re living with a total alpha male who has lived on his own for the past 10 years. I think I may kill him in his sleep!

Things were great for about a day. He seemed thrilled that I was there, and the sex was amazing! If we could just have sex 24 hours a day, we wouldn’t have a problem. We’re awesome in that department, and I have absolutely no complaints there.

Our problems started when I unpacked my stuff. To be honest, I had A LOT of stuff. I know I should’ve put some of it in storage, but I didn’t have time. I was just ready to get moved and back to Renegade. I guess I should’ve taken the time. Apparently, he isn’t used to having so much stuff around. He never really says anything about it, though. He just huffs and grunts whenever he walks by one of my boxes, or if he happens to notice something new of mine I’ve put out. I can’t tell if he hates my stuff or just doesn’t like having someone else moving his things around.

I’ve also figured out that he’s not exactly a fan of takeout. The first night I was there, he went out and bought all these groceries so he could fix dinner. It was sweet at first, but he’s done it
every
night since. He didn’t even ask me if I wanted him to cook. It’s like he’s Mr. Susie Homemaker. I know I should appreciate it, but it’s driving me nuts. He’s actually a wonderful cook, and that somehow seems to make me feel even worse! I know I sound mental, but I should be the one cooking for him.

I’m also having a major issue with the freaking toilet seat. Why in the
hell
can’t he put the stupid thing down? I’ve fallen in that damn bowl of ice cold water at least 10 times already, and I’m about to lose my mind.

The toothbrushing thing is even worse. He brushes his teeth for like 20 minutes every morning and night. I mean I know it’s important to have good dental hygiene and all, but this is ridiculous! It doesn’t take 20 minutes to brush your freaking teeth. He takes longer in the bathroom than I do! And he makes all these funky noises while he’s in there. At first I was curious about what was going on behind the door, but after a few days it started really freaking me out. I decided I just didn’t want to know what was going on in there.

And don’t get me started on the sock thing. It has taken me over the edge. If I find
one more pair
of socks lying on the floor, I’m going to shove them down his throat. I’ve been trying to straighten up this house and make things nice when he comes home, but he doesn’t even seem to notice. When he gets home, he just pulls those damn socks off wherever he’s sitting and tosses them in the floor. I never imagined that I could actually hate a pair of socks!

Even though I spend a lot of time plotting his demise, I wouldn’t trade him for the world. He completes me in more ways that I ever realized. With one kiss, he can wipe all of my frustrations away. His touch makes me weak in the knees. I love him more than I ever thought possible. He means everything to me, crazy quirks and all.

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Renegade

I’m trying. I really am, but there’s only so much a man can take. Every time I walk into that house I feel like I’m walking around on eggshells. I’m not sure what I’ve done to get her panties in a twist, but I’ve had all of this shit I can stand. I know I’m not the easiest person to live with. Hell, I even warned her about it, but she’s no saint either.