Striker: No Prisoners MC Book 1 (18 page)

As he grew hard against her stomach, she had to admit she felt a little smug. This man had obviously been with a lot of women, and if Brandi was any indication, they were all young, hot, and probably did things she never even heard of. It made her feel powerful to know she could elicit an instant reaction from this experienced man with just a touch.

He stared at her in mild surprise, his blue eyes hooded with desire. “Baby you can punish me any way you like, anytime you see fit. In fact—” He tossed a glance in Hook’s direction before playfully tugging her toward the door. “It doesn’t look like he’s bleeding too much anymore. We’ll be back in a bit, brother.”

“Hey, man, no need to leave, I’m not going to be moving too well for a bit here. Least you could do is put on a good show for me, keep me entertained.”

Striker raised an eyebrow at her and gave her a sexy grin. “What do you say, baby? I’m game if you are.”

Were they crazy? There was no way she was going to have sex with Striker while Hook watched, and he was married for crying out loud. She was about to tell him she might never sleep with him again when she realized they were teasing her. She’d been bested, though she had a sneaking suspicion if she was all for it, Striker wouldn’t turn her down.

“Ok you win,” she conceded. “I shouldn’t try to one up the masters. Hook should be numb by now. Let me get to work so he can rest.”

Ninety minutes and thirty-eight stitches later, Hook dozed with Marcie curled up to his uninjured side. Lila didn’t think Marcie was actually asleep, but her eyes were closed so she took a minute to study the couple unnoticed.

They were good together. She could tell the connection they shared was solid and deep just by watching them interact for a few minutes. When Hook’s face didn’t resemble a punching bag, Lila imagined they made quite a striking couple. What drew her eye to them though, was the peace they seemed to find in each other. For the couple, the day was wrought with drama and stress, yet just being in each other’s presence seemed to steady each of them. Witnessing their closeness had Lila smiling despite the tension of the past few hours.

She sensed when Striker approached her from behind, and grinned as he enfolded her in a tight hug. Lila marveled at how it felt to be enveloped in his strength—safe, protected, and just a little bit restless. The warmth of his mouth pressed against the tender skin of her neck, and she rested back against him. Her eyes fluttered closed while a tingle of desire made its way through her system. Unable to prevent it, a soft hum of contentment escaped her lips.

More kisses were pressed to her neck, and she wanted to sink into Striker and forget about danger, rival clubs and anything negative. Striker’s lips moved to her ear, and he spoke in a low whisper. “We okay to leave them for a while?”

Lila shivered at the tickle his mouth evoked where it brushed her ear. She nodded. “I told Marcie I’d come back in an hour or so to check on Hook. I made sure she knows what signs of an emergency to look for.”

“Then let’s go upstairs, and we can rest a bit in my room.” Striker snaked an arm around her waist, and led her out into the hallway.

It was still early in the afternoon, and the clubhouse was mostly empty. Striker warned her it would get pretty crazy at Gumby’s birthday party, which was planned for Friday night, and she was curious to see this place in action, curious and a bit anxious. Lila wasn’t worried anything would happen to her, there was no way Striker would allow that, however, she was nervous to see if she could hack it. But there was no point in worrying about it now, she’d know soon enough.

As they reached the stairs, Striker moved his hand from her waist to interlock it with hers. She held on tight and enjoyed the way he seemed to always want to be physically connected to her. Neither spoke on the way to his room, and Lila wondered what was going through his mind. When they arrived at the room, he unlocked the door, and guided her through before him.

The room was simple, but a comfortable size. In the far corner, a queen-sized bed rested along the wall, with a night table and lamp adjacent. Across the room, a small dresser was pushed against the opposite wall. To her left was the entrance to his personal bathroom, the best feature in her opinion. Posters and pictures of various bikes covered the walls. A fair portion of them included scantily clad women draped over those bikes.

Lila barely had time to take it all in when she heard the lock on the door snick in place behind her. Striker grabbed her around her waist and spun her to face him. Reversing their positions, he backed her against the door and claimed her mouth. She melted, and sighed in pleasure when his tongue found hers. For a long time, he kissed her deeply, stroking his hands along her arms, and up farther until they framed her face.

The kiss was drugging, and Lila lost herself in the passion of it. Surprisingly, Striker kept his hands on her face, and a few inches of space between their bodies. This encounter felt more emotionally charged than sexual. After a few minutes Striker eased away, his large hands still framing her face. Ice blue eyes bored into hers, and she was helpless to do anything but stare at him.

“Dr. Emerson, I think you’re fucking amazing.”

Lila couldn’t prevent the thrill that bubbled up at Striker’s sincere words. He was so handsome standing there, gazing at her like she really was amazing. Unsure of what to say she silently stared back at him.

“There’s a lot we have to talk about, but I need to get one thing clear first,” Striker said, his expression taking on a serious air.

“What’s that?”

“Tell me what Brandi said to you.”

Oh that. She’d forgotten about Brandi when the excitement with Hook started, and now wished they could just let it go.

“She alluded to you and her being together, quite recently.” Lila stared down at her shoes hoping he’d accept her explanation, and wouldn’t pursue it further. Her feet looked tiny in her girly sandals compared to his clunky riding boots. Strange thing to notice at the moment, but it made her feel feminine.

“Babe.” There was a warning quality to his voice, one that told her he wasn’t buying her half-baked explanation.

Lila wanted to sink through the floor. “It’s embarrassing for me to say. Look we only just got together so if what she said is true, it’s not even any of my business.”

“Lila, do I have to go ask Marcie to tell me?”

“No. No! God, that would be even more embarrassing. I’ll tell you.” She blushed and closed her eyes, unable to look at him as she repeated Brandi’s words. “Okay, she said she still had beard burn on her thighs from you. Happy?”

When he didn’t say anything for a time, Lila’s stomach twisted. . He hadn’t moved away, his body was still intimately pressed up against hers. But she wondered what was brewing in his mind, and cracked one eye open.

“She fucking said that?” He looked furious. His jaw ticked, nostrils flared, and
 
his hands tightened on her body.

The other eye flew open. “She did. You can ask Marcie if you want. I’d never make something like that up.”

“Oh no, baby, I believe you. I knew she was a bitch. I just didn’t realize she was also so stupid.”

Lila snorted at that.

“I fucked her once.”

She grimaced at his blunt words and wished they were talking about anything else. Lila struggled a bit in attempt to put some distance between them, but he just gripped her shoulders tighter and forced her to look at him.

“No, babe, we’re going to have this conversation so it can be over and done, and we never have to visit it again. I fucked her once, six months ago. I had and continue to have no interest in a second go around.”

Lila remained silent, but she raised her eyes to search his, finding truth in his words.

“I’m thirty-six Lila, I’ve lived fast and wild for a long time, but I know how to tell when I have something important. Yes, this is new, but you’re in my head in a way I don’t think I’ve ever experienced. You are
not
just another fuck to me. And while whatever this is lasts, I will not screw around on you.”

“Striker,” she whispered, emotion thickened her voice.

He placed a finger across her lips to quiet her. His words weren’t flowery or poetic; they were raw and real, just like the man. But they were romantic in a sense; their sincerity made them so.

Lila knew he was asking her to trust him, to trust in their connection, and trust that he wouldn’t hurt her. She did trust him, completely, and needed him to know that. What better way to let him know she had complete faith in him, than to show him?

Lila drew his finger into her mouth and lightly raked her teeth across the pad at the tip, before swirling her tongue around it and sucking lightly. His eyes darkened and smoldered with instant desire, and his impressive erection grew between them, pressing against her stomach. Her provocative act wasn’t only affecting him; her nipples pebbled against the satin of her bra. The soft material abraded the sensitive points and made her hungry for more.

Emboldened by Striker’s obvious arousal, Lila released his finger, and slid her palms slowly up his chest, under the leather of his cut. With a gentle push, she nudged him backward until his legs bumped the side of the bed. Her hands trembled slightly as she glided them back down to unbutton his jeans. She gave him a sexy half smile and inched the zipper down, slowly so as not to injure the bulge straining to burst free.

“What are you doin’, babe?” he asked as her hands slipped into his jeans and around to his ass, working the fabric over his hips and down his legs.

Lila didn’t answer. She took the time to maneuver his black boxer briefs over his ass, and down to join the jeans around his ankles. The skin of his taught buttocks was warm and smooth beneath her greedy hands, and she wanted to linger, but had a more important prize in mind. Shifting her eyes downward, she admired the thick erection rising from between his powerful legs as though begging for her touch. Lila wrapped her hand around him and squeezed as she finally replied, “I’m trying to break that control you love so much.”

“Fuck,” he said on a groan. His eyelids dropped closed and he balled his hands into tight fists at his sides.

Lila took advantage of his distraction, and placed her hands on his chest. With a shove, she sent him down to the bed where he landed with a soft bounce. Striker’s eyes flew open as she dropped to her knees and settled in position between his thighs. He was gorgeous, his flesh hard and swollen. Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting him. She also felt a feminine thrill at the fact that she had him at her mercy. She slid one hand over his thigh and gripped his cock with the other. Lila leaned forward to swipe her tongue over the sensitive head. When he grunted, she opened her mouth wide, took him in, and sucked.

~ ~ ~ ~

Striker’s head dropped back on his shoulders with a muffled curse, and his hands gripped the edge of the bed so hard he thought he’d poke ten holes straight through the mattress. Holy shit. Lila’s mouth was blazingly hot, and when she sucked, the pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, causing his eyes to roll back in his head.

Thinking was almost impossible when she licked the ultra-sensitive spot under the head, but some small portion of his brain remained aware, and told him he was an asshole. Before he lost all ability to reason, he needed to make sure she didn’t think he’d said all that to wrangle a blowjob. God, he hoped she wanted this as much as he did because there was a good chance he’d expire on the spot if she stopped.

“Lila, baby, you don’t have to—”

Lila released him with a pop and sat back on her heels, still fully clothed, lips wet and swollen from accommodating his cock. “Striker, I feel everything you’re feeling, and I trust you. Let me show you, please.”

His mouth dried up, overcome by the alien feelings her words evoked. Until she spoke, he hadn’t realized how important it was to know he wasn’t alone in wanting something more.

“Besides, I’ve been wanting to taste you,” Lila added with a sexy grin, before she returned to the task of driving him crazy. She took him deep, and sucked him like she loved it. Head bobbing in his lap, her tongue swirled over the tip and occasionally stroked the length of him. Christ, it felt unfuckingbelievable. The heat of her mouth seared him as her hand smoothed up his thigh and dipped in to cup his balls. She gently rolled them while continuing to suck at him like a tasty treat. It took everything in his power not to fist his hands in her hair and take control, but he wanted to show her he trusted her as well.

Striker gazed down at the sexy sight between his legs, and almost came on the spot. Eyes pinched tight as she concentrated on her task, Lila’s mouth was open wide, stretching around his girth, lips shiny and wet as they moved along the span of him.

When Lila’s body shifted, Striker caught site of her nipples, pebbled and clearly outlined against her shirt. Her legs were closed, knees pressed together, and her lower body rocked back and forth like she was trying to find relief. Small moans of pleasure escaped around his rod as it slid through her slick mouth. Holy fuck, she was turned on. Her mouth was filled to the brim with his dick and she was getting off on it.

With that realization, Striker’s control was shot to pieces. He yanked her up from the floor, and ignored her startled protest when he tossed her on the bed and opened her jeans in one motion.

“What—”she began as he frantically yanked her pants off and shoved her thighs wide open so he could kneel his big body between them.

“Your mouth is fucking amazing baby, but I need to be inside you. Now. You good with that?”

“Oh, yeah,” she whispered.

“You ready for me, Lila? God, I hope you’re ready for me.” His voice was hoarse, desire filled.

With one hand he fisted his cock and ran it up the length of her folds, testing her wetness.

“Fuckin’ soaked, baby.” He groaned when he encountered the slippery warmth. “Do you have any idea what it does to me knowing you got this wet sucking my cock?”

She gifted him a sly smile. “You may have to show me.”