Striker: No Prisoners MC Book 1 (15 page)

“You are so fucking sexy, Lila.”

He leaned forward and ran his tongue along her slit. A shock of pleasure tore through her system. His tongue continued upward to circle her clit. She moaned and thrust her pelvis toward his face. His hands moved to her hips, steadying her as his tongue flicked her clit over and over. Somehow he managed to hold her still and keep her leg over his shoulder.

She felt one hand leave her hip and seconds later he drove a finger up into her, curling it forward to hit the spot designed to drive her crazy. Lila locked her knee praying she wouldn’t collapse before he was finished. Nothing in her limited experience prepared her for this assault on her senses. Again and again, he tongued her clit, and rubbed his finger inside of her until she thought she’d die from the sensations. Unable to keep quiet, her moans and whimpers filled the shower stall, and her hips pumped, riding his finger.

Striker was relentless in his goal of giving her the ultimate pleasure, and when his lips surrounded her clit and sucked she went over the edge into the strongest orgasm of her life. Her body shook and she cried out at the rush of feelings that overtook her.

Striker stayed with her, his finger gentling as his mouth placed soft kisses on her inner thighs until she came down from the high. “Thank you,” she whispered, choked up. The physical she could handle, almost, but the emotion slayed her. She probably sounded like an idiot, but she wanted him to know how much that meant to her.

“Believe me baby, it was my pleasure.” He gave her a genuine smile as he rose to his feet and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Lila tasted herself when his mouth met hers. A first for her, and it made the moment seem even more intimate.

“Speaking of,” she said, reaching for him.

He stilled her hands with his own and snatched up a bottle of body wash. “We came in here for a reason.”

“But—”

“Lila, it’s early, we have all night to make each other scream. Let’s wash up then I want you to sleep for a while.”

She took the soap from him, and rose up on her toes to kiss him thoroughly. They enjoyed the rest of the shower caressing each other as they washed, kissed, and explored. When they were both cleaner than they had ever been, Striker turned off the cooling water, and led Lila out of the shower. He dried them both then steered her toward the bed.

“Climb in babe,” he instructed after he threw back the comforter.

Now that the high of her orgasm had faded, she felt self-conscious with her nudity. “I’m going to run to my room and grab a shirt.”

Striker gave her a grin as he shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

“What?” she squeaked.

He strode over to where she was standing awkwardly, unsure what to do with her arms so they hung at her sides. When he was close enough to touch her, he dipped his head without warning and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

“Oh,” she cried out. The renewed flare of desire was instant.

“Today was intense and terrifying for you. You need to catch a few hours of sleep, and I want to feel your whole body against mine while you rest, no clothes between us. It will reassure me that you’re okay. Then, when I can’t stand it anymore, I’ll wake you up so I can slide into you and give us what we’re both dying for.”

Lila gave him a shaky smile, and climbed into the bed. Striker joined her and rolled her so her back was spooned against his front. She fell asleep in seconds, wrapped in Striker’s protective embrace, relaxed for the first time all day.

Striker woke a few hours later still curled around Lila’s sleeping form. The even rise and fall of her chest against his torso was reassuring, and he was glad she’d been able to sleep.

The moment he registered the feel of her bottom snuggled against his cock, he hardened in a rush. He slid one palm over her silky smooth thigh and he savored the feel of her in his arms. Something was happening here, something beyond sex, and he felt powerless to stop it. More than his fair share of women had rotated through his bed, being VP of the MC attracted them in droves. He always assumed he would have an ol’ lady someday, and in so many ways Lila seemed his perfect match. Unfortunately, any relationship between them was doomed to fail. She was far too good for him, and at some point he would have to find the strength to end it.

Striker pressed his lips to Lila’s neck, and kissed his way across her jaw while his hand snuck around the front and he slipped a finger into her core. As he let his fingers and mouth play, he felt her grow soft and wet.

“Mmmm.” She moaned. “I could get used to this wake up call.”

“That’s the plan, babe. Are you on the pill?” He asked, his mouth against her ear.

Her body convulsed when his lips brushed her ear as he spoke, and she nodded.

“I always use a condom, and I got tested last week. I’m clean. Can I take you bare?” He dipped his tongue into her ear swirling it around.

“You got tested?” The last word came out as a moan.

“We’ve been dancing around each other for a while, Lila. This was bound to happen, and you’re a doctor. I figured you wouldn’t let me near you without proof I was clean. You want to see the paper?”

“Thank you, Striker. And no. I don’t need to see the paper. I trust you.”

He trapped her ear lobe between his teeth and gave a tug. “So is that a yes to bareback?” Goosebumps erupted along Lila’s neck, and Striker ran his tongue across the ridges.

“Yes. No condom, and please hurry.”

“Fuck, you’re going to feel incredible.”

While they talked, he lightly rimmed her entrance with one finger. Teasing her, feeling her rear squirm against his length was a form of self-torture. When, with a feminine sound of need, Lila reached back, and clenched his ass to anchor him to her as she ground her backside against him, the teasing wasn’t enough anymore. He couldn’t wait any longer; his body was screaming for her. To possess her. Own her.

Striker flipped her over, and settled between her thighs. One elbow rested on each side of her head while he fused his mouth to hers. Her arms came around him, and her velvety hands stroked the taut muscles of his back. “I need you now, baby, you ready for me?” he asked between biting kisses.

“God, yes. I’m beyond ready for you.”

“I can’t go slow. I can’t be easy right now. I’m too close to the edge. Can you handle me, Lila?” he asked through gritted teeth as he tensed with the effort to hold back. He didn’t want to attack her like an animal.

She reached between them, closed her soft hand around his cock, and gave him a firm squeeze. His breath hissed out as she pumped him once, twice, then swiped her thumb over the sensitive head. “I don’t want slow. I don’t want easy, Striker. I want hard, and I want fast.” She positioned him at her opening.

Her words were the catalyst he needed. With one fierce stroke, he slammed into her, and a smile lit his face as she to arched up and cried out in pleasure. Despite Lila’s bold talk, he knew it had been a while for her, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt her.

Shit! She was so hot and tight around him he thought he might come just from holding still inside her. He fought the urge to move, and peered down at her. Christ, she was beautiful. Skin flushed, neck arched, she squirmed slightly to adjust to his thick penetration.

“Don’t hold back. Fuck me, Striker,” she cried.

The last thread of his control broke. He found both of her hands, and flung them roughly over her head, linking their fingers as he pressed them to the mattress. He drew out, and groaned as her body clenched as though trying to pull him back in. With a feral cry, he hammered into her. There wasn’t any finesse as he thrust fiercely, over and over. Lila wrapped her legs around his waist and met him stroke for stroke.

“Christ, Lila, what are you doing to me?”

“I don’t know.” She panted. “But you do the same thing to me. Oh, God, Striker, It’s never been like this.”

Her uninhibited admission fueled him even further, and, if possible, his hips moved faster, harder.

He’d never been with a woman whose body and mind pleasured him in equal measure. Emotions he hadn’t felt in over a decade made him feel vulnerable while also enhancing the pleasure.

Lila felt like heaven around him, hotter than the desert sun, and so tight it was an effort to pump in and out of her despite how wet desire made her. Striker always used a condom, and the silken warmth of her pussy gripping him made his eyes roll back in his head. She had better stay on that damn pill forever. Now that he’d had a taste of perfection, he would never tolerate a barrier between them.

The walls of her channel fluttered around him, and he knew she was close. Lila seemed mindless with pleasure. Whimpers escaped her with each thrust, and she clawed at his back as though she was trying to climb inside him. Their mouths ate at each other until suddenly she pulled away and emitted a loud shout of release. Her slim body shook under him, squeezing his cock, and sent him over the edge with her. He shuddered as waves of pleasure assaulted him. With one final kiss, he collapsed on top of her.

“I’ll move in a minute,” he whispered, around his heaving breath.

“You don’t need to,” she answered as she stroked her hands up and down his back.

After a few minutes, Striker lifted his head and looked in her eyes. He found them slumberous and contented. “Never been that good, baby.” He rolled over, and slid out of her. Not finished enjoying the feel of her, he tucked her into the curve of his body. After he drew the blankets up to cocoon them, he wrapped his arms around her midsection. “Sleep, Lila.”

Lila woke to the morning sun streaming through the windows. She felt fantastic, last night was one of the best of her life. They had slept for a few hours after the first round of earth shattering sex. Striker had woken her again in the night to have her a second time. At some point, they stumbled to the kitchen for some cold pizza before falling back into bed. He’d proven to be a demanding lover, who definitely liked to be in control, and she found she loved it. Who knew badass alpha bikers were her type?

Striker’s heavy arm lay across her stomach, trapping her to his side. One of his legs was wedged between hers and there was something resembling a pipe prodding at her back. “I see I’m not the only one who’s up.”

Striker barked out a laugh and nipped at her shoulder. “Sassy,” he said. “And while I’d give anything to sink back into you, we slept in, and I have to be at the clubhouse for church soon.”

“I’m sorry. You have to go where?”

Striker chuckled. “Church.”

“Oh…okay.”

“What babe? Didn’t think I was the religious type? That’s a little offensive you know.”

Lila felt her face heat. He was right. It was judgmental and offensive of her. “I’m so sorry. You’re right. It is horribly offensive of me.”

Striker burst out laughing, and she turned in his arms with a frown. “I’m just messing with you, babe. Church is not church as you’re thinking. It’s what we call a meeting in the club.”

Even more embarrassed to be caught in her ignorance, Lila slugged him in the arm. “Not funny. You had me feeling like a bitch.”

He gave her a quick, hard kiss. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “I guess I’ll just hang here today.”

“What do you mean? Don’t you have to be at the hospital?”

“Oh shit,” she said as she slapped a palm to her head. “I forgot to tell you. I suppose I was distracted.” She gave him a sassy grin, and ran her hand over his stubble-covered jaw. “Since yesterday’s drama made such a spectacle at work, they asked me to take a few weeks off until we clear everything up.”

Striker nodded. “It’s a good idea. The more contained we can keep you until this is all over, the safer you’ll be. If fact, we should probably limit the places you go to here and the clubhouse until we get this all sorted out.”

“Oh, no.” There was no way she was going to be under house arrest while they worked to keep her protected. Striker exuded confidence, which often crossed the line into arrogance, and gave off a vibe that commanded respect and obedience. She bet he didn’t hear the word
no
too often, from his brothers or from women. But this was too important.

“That’s not going to work for me at all, Striker. I get why they don’t want me at the hospital, and to be honest, I can use the time off to focus on my concussion project, but there is no way I’m putting that on hold.”

“Lila—”

She covered his mouth with her palm as she shook her head. “No. I have my first committee meeting this Wednesday, and I will be there. I don’t care if you send ten men along, but I will not postpone this. As soon as I do, another project will hit their radar and take precedence. Then, before I know it, they’ll take my allocated funds and distribute them elsewhere and my program will die. So, I’ll follow your rules and do what you ask to stay safe, but I will not delay this project.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Striker said with a grin. “I kinda like it when you boss me around.”

“Striker,” she growled. “I’m very serious about this.”

“I know you are, babe. And I’ll work something out with the guys. I promise we’ll figure out a way to get you to the meeting and keep you safe. You can’t tell anyone about what’s going on, though. We’ll have to think of a reason my guys will be with you. And for today, I want you at the clubhouse with me.”

“Thank you.” Lila leaned forward and placed a kiss on his chest, right above his heart. She was relieved she wouldn’t have to be alone so soon after the attack. “I’ll be glad to be close to you today, and I can bring my laptop to work on while you do your thing.”

She started to turn, planning on some coffee before a quick shower, when Striker’s leg clamped across her waist. He clasped her face between both hands, and gave her a deep, drugging kiss that had her blood humming with lust. “Sorry, babe, should have done that first thing.”

Charmed, Lila smiled at him and climbed out of bed, reaching for a shirt on the floor. It was Striker’s, and probably dirty, but she had to take a shower anyway so it really didn’t matter. Striker sat on the opposite side of the bed with his feet on the floor, and Lila turned to ask him when they had to be at the clubhouse, but the words died in her throat. “Oh my God! Striker, your back!” There were a number of angry red scratches on his upper back between his shoulder blades.