Stung by Stealth: A Satan's Savages MC Novel #3 (8 page)

“Skye, you
are
someone special.” I run my hand up her thigh and gently caress her skin.

She chews on her bottom lip and exhales. “I’m not just some club whore? Just a piece of arse?”

Chuckling, I shake my head. “A piece of arse? Wouldn’t I have to have sex with you for that?”

She smirks. “Hmmm… good point.”

“And no, Skye. You’re not a club whore to me. Do you ever see Emma or Jess or
Jodi for that matter on my knee? Do you ever see me even really talking to them?”

Her eyes light up and she takes a deep breath. “Sooo… what does that mean then?”

Exhaling, I look into her sky blue eyes and lick my lips. “It means I like you, I respect you. You’re different, and I like getting to know you.” Moving in closer to her, a magnet is pulling me, our mouths are inches apart.

She smirks. “
And
you think I’m gorgeous?” She licks her lips making my cock throb.

I chuckle and nod. “Yeah,
and
I think you’re gorgeous. Stunning actually. I’m really finding it hard not to kiss you right now.”

She draws her bottom lip in by her teeth and her chest rises and falls quickly. “The only person stopping you… is you.”

Her eyes sparkle as she leans in slightly closer, my hand moves from her thigh up to the back of her head and I grab a fist full of hair. She whimpers in response and the sound is like heaven to my ears. My heart is pounding as my eyes instinctively move down to her supple pink lips, glistening with lip gloss, begging for me to kiss them. The pull is strong, so strong that I bring her forehead to mine and she breathes so frantically that her chest is causing a welcomed friction against mine.

Feeling the warmth of her body against me is only making this harder. This is the closest we’ve ever been. Foreheads touching, lips millimetres apart, heavy breaths, all make for an intoxicating dizziness in my head. The pull is drawing me closer, I can almost taste her. Everything in me is wondering why I’ve held back for so long. Swallowing hard, I glance into her eyes, they’re looking right into me, like she can see deep inside my soul. I can see her, her real beauty. She’s an amazing woman and I can’t fight this pull anymore.

“Fuck it!” Moving slightly forward, I slam my lips against hers. The instant our lips connect a spark radiates into my mouth and down through my body straight to my cock. She excites me, and as she moans grinding herself into me. So I open my mouth letting her tongue in to move with mine. She tastes as good as she smells. Like sweet cherries, I could taste her delicious flavor forever.

Why the hell did I wait this long?

My hand fists in her hair holding her to me as we kiss for the first time, but it feels like we’ve done it a million times before or, at least, we should have been. She’s an amazing kisser and I plan on doing this a lot more with her. My cock throbs and grows hard in my jeans, the seam pushing against my length uncomfortably. If kissing her is this good, imagine what going further would be like.

Fuck this! Fuck waiting!

My hand lets go of her hair and shifts to her back, the other moves under her knees and as I stand from the stool lifting her with me. She squeals slightly, still with her lips connected to mine. I’m not stopping kissing her for anything. She tightens her grip around my neck as I carry her down the hall toward my room, to a cheering exit from all in the clubroom.
My brothers are heathens.

Getting to my door, she moves her hand down, turning the knob. The door opens and I step inside, closing the door with my foot. The wood creaks and then thuds as the door hits the frame. My tongue against hers brings me to new heights as my cock strains against my pants needing the freedom to see how good she really feels. Hoofing it to the bed, I throw her down onto the mattress and waste no time climbing on top of her. Her adorable giggle echoes through my room as I slide on top of her body and lower my lips to hers again. She slides her fingers into my hair pulling me down to her further as I grind my hard cock into her pussy. Instinctively, her legs wrap around my waist, and I groan into her mouth at the undeniable amount of want I have for her.

I need this.
It’s been months since I was intimate with anyone, I’m sure my balls are a deep dark shade of blue. With that thought, they pull up and tighten as my cock twitches in my pants begging to be set free. Grinding into her again she moves her hands down in between us and starts to unbuckle my belt.

A sudden pain ripples through my chest taking my breath away. I pull back slightly as she pulls the zipper down letting my cock finally free from his confines. A groan escapes me at the joy of him being unrestrained as she looks down at my sizeable length and smiles.

“I knew you were huge.” She giggles and moves her hands up under her skirt then pulls down her knickers. My breath catches again as my heart begins to pound ferociously like I’m fucking nervous or something. Shuffling down my jeans over my arse as her knickers end up at her ankles, her skirt rides up and I look down to see her perfectly bare pussy. My cock twitches again, but then the pain stabs my chest again.

What the fuck!

Taking a deep breath, I move down forcing my lips to hers. Our naked lower halves touch, but I don’t penetrate her as I grind against her. She whimpers against me. My cock is so fucking hard right now I know I’m going to cum pretty fucking quickly. She moans into my mouth wrapping her legs around my arse which moves my cock in line with her pussy even more. Her wetness is evident as it slides along my cock. Both of our breathing is labored and harsh as I move. Bringing my cock to her pussy I place the head of my dick right at her opening. She moans and pushes forward taking me in slightly, her warmth engulfs me but the sharp pain is back in my chest. This time, it comes with a flash of Hannah’s face, so I pull back from Skye panting and furrowing my brows as I pull out from her.

“Fuck!”

She shakes her head slightly and opens her eyes wide, as I wince and pull her legs from around me, then stand up from the bed. Pulling up my jeans, I start to pace the floor with an erratic heartbeat and a fucking muddled up brain.

She sniffs and sits up on the bed watching me, biting her bottom lip and wrapping her arms around herself. “Stealth?”

I shake my head as I continue to pace the floor wondering what the fuck is wrong with me. Here is the most gorgeous woman who’s willing to have sex with me, and I go and stop it all because of some freakout. I’m seriously fucked in the head. “Shit! I’m sorry.”

She stands up picking her knickers from the floor, and beings to put them back on. “Are you okay?” Her voice breaks which tells me that in asking her question, she
isn’t
okay.

I stop pacing and turn to look at her.

“I’m sorry! I just… I can’t.” I know I’m separated from Hannah. We’re not together, and I know there’s very little chance of us ever being together again. Hannah has been more than adamant about that situation. So why am I feeling this guilt? This pent up anxiety. I’m not cheating on her in any way.

She nods and sniffs taking a deep breath. “It’s okay, I get it.” She turns to walk out of my door, but I grab her arm making her turn back to look at me.

“I promise this isn’t about you.”

She nods, but by the way her eyes are glistening, I know I’ve just seriously fucked up. “No, it’s fine. Seriously… forget it.” She shrugs out of my grip and walks out of my room closing the door quietly behind her. The gentle click of the door latching behind her sends my body into meltdown. I fall to the floor with my head in my hands wondering what the fuck just happened, and what the fuck have I just screwed up…

Closing the door to Stealth’s room, I feel like a part of me is dying. Having him reject me like that is not only embarrassing, but it hurts like hell. Having him so close, only to freak out at the last minute, is a pain I wasn’t expecting. I like him too much already. Wiping a stray tear from my cheek, I take a deep breath, wrapping my arms around myself for comfort and move slowly back out to the clubrooms. I’m confused. I want things to go further with him. Knowing he was married, I’m pretty sure his ex-wife is the issue. If there’s one thing I don’t want to be is a rebound, I want him to want me because he likes me, not because he’s attaching out of loss.

Dragging my feet along the concrete floor, I stagger out to the sounds of ‘
Animal’
by Chase Holfelder.
The deep chords and dark lyrics reminding me all too much that Stealth is taking a bite of my heart every time we do this dance. Although, we’ve never kissed before, let alone nearly had sex, it’s always just been major flirting with him wanting to kiss me but always backing away. I thought I could handle that, and I have been, but when he kissed me something inside me sparked. I thought this was it, he was finally giving himself over to me. Letting go of his demons and letting me in, but I was wrong, oh so wrong. Now, I’m left here feeling like I’m not good enough and that things with us will be strange.

Moving over to the bean bag sofa that Steel loved so much, I take a seat and huff folding my arms over my chest as I stare into my lap. I don’t want to go to bed just yet, that will only remind me of what I could be doing right now with Stealth, and I don’t want to be thinking of that right now. As I take a deep breath, a pair of killer Louis Vuitton sequin-embroidered satin from red to black heels appear at my feet. If there is one thing I know, it’s shoes. But these are to die for, and could only belong to one woman.

“Hey, Jess.”

“You turning into a horse or something?” she asks.

I glance up at her furrowing my brows wondering what the hell that means. “Umm… what?”

“Why the long face, honey?” she asks turning and sitting down next to me with a slight smirk like she thinks she made the best joke ever.

Sighing, I shake my head. “No, it’s nothing really.”

She huffs and rolls her eyes. “Ah-huh. Wouldn’t have something to do with that hunk of a man dragging you off to his room… giant boner and all… and now you’re out here not five minutes later?”

Slumping my body into the sofa, I nod. “I like Stealth, I really do. But I don’t think he’s attracted to me or something.”

Jess scoffs and rolls her eyes. “You’re dreaming! I see the way he stares at you when he thinks no one’s looking. He likes you, and wants you. He just has issues. There’s a lot more to Stealth that we don’t know. He’s hiding something, of that I am sure, I just don’t know what. Be careful with him, but follow your heart. If you like him, tell him. Lay it all on the line, and just let him know that you’re there for him.”

“It’s complicated… he’s getting over his ex-wife.”

Jess shakes her head and wraps her arm around my shoulders. “His wife won’t take him back. You need to show him that you’re better, and you’re here and willing. Once he sees the real you, and that you’re willing to go all in with him, how could he resist?”

Turning my lips to the side, I shrug. “I suppose.”

Jess pulls me to her and squeezes tightly. “Hey, why don’t you go back into his room now and show him that you care about him. You don’t have to fuck Stealth, just be with him. Let him hold you, tell him you’re there for him. Be there for him until he’s ready to give himself to you.”

Nodding and smiling, my stomach unknots itself and my heart starts to flutter back to a normal rhythm. “That’s a great idea.” I lean in kissing Jess on the cheek and she nods.

“I know, I came up with it.”

Laughing, I stand up to take a deep breath while straightening out my skirt ready to head back to Stealth’s room. Not knowing what I’ll find when I get there, I don’t want to go to bed tonight leaving things the way they are. It’s eating me up, and I’m sure he feels just as off about it as I do. Putting one foot in front of the other, I trek back down toward Stealth’s room. My heart is beating frantically as I gnaw on my bottom lip. I just hope he doesn’t send me away because that would hurt even more. Reaching his door, I take a deep breath and knock twice gently.

“Come in,” his deep deflated voice murmurs from behind the door.

I centre myself, then turn the door handle opening the door and poking my head through it. He looks over at me and then sits up on the bed dramatically and half-smiles. It’s an awkward smile like he’s happy to see me but wary of why I’m back.

He tilts his head gesturing for me to come in, so I walk inside and close the door behind me gently. I stay standing by the door. There’s an awkward silence in the room for a moment before I gain the courage to talk.

My heart beats so fast I feel a little sick. I open my mouth, my voice cracks slightly, but I get the words out. “I’m sorry for leaving like I did.”

He shakes his head and runs his hand through his hair. “No, I apologise for freaking out.”

Sighing, I nod. “Would it be okay if… I stayed and you… just… held me?”

He smiles wide and his body slumps like he’s relieved. “Yeah… I’d like that.”

My chest tightens at the thought of spending the entire night with him cuddled up in bed. I’ve been dreaming of this for weeks, and hopefully, we can last the night but I won’t push him. If he asks me to leave, I will.

Moving my hands to the side of my skirt, I grab the zipper and draw it down letting my skirt fall to the floor. He swallows hard as I amble toward his bed, kicking off my heels. Bringing my hands up to the bottom of my tank top, I lift it up over my head and throw it down next to my skirt leaving me in my underwear. He gulps looking at my semi-naked frame. I saunter to the edge of the bed and look down at him. He smiles pulling back the bed covers showing me he’s lying in bed in just his boxer briefs. I smile thanking my lucky stars he isn’t naked. I don’t know how I could have kept my hands to myself if he were. I slide into bed with him and lay down, my back to his front. He wraps his arms around me and the warmth from him sends a spark running right through my back straight into my heart. I know I’m falling for him, even with his flaws. Turning my head, he brings his face up in line with mine and I smile at him.

“Thank you.”

He shakes his head. “No, thank you for coming back. You’re too good to me,” he says and then leans down planting his lips to mine. Closing my eyes, I relish in his kiss. His tongue dances with mine and I bring my hand up holding his cheek. He pulls back, and I think maybe he’s going to freak out again but his eyes are soft and he smiles. “Really, thank you for coming back. I was going crazy thinking I’d ruined us.”

I turn in his grip to face him and caress his cheek. “It’s already forgotten.” I lean up kissing him again, our tongues dancing with each other’s, as all memory of tonight’s freak out moves to the back of my mind. I kiss him pressing my body against his as he holds me tightly, hopefully for the rest of the night.

Movement on my arm slowly pulls me from a blissful sleep. It’s the first night in a long while I’ve actually slept through the entire night, and damn does it feel good. The movement takes my attention again, and my eyes slowly open to see a beautiful blonde nestled in between my arm and my chest. Her head resting in the nook of my shoulder. Smiling as she murmurs in her sleep and jerking slightly from an apparent dream she’s having, I bring my hand up to her delicate face and gently wipe some stray hairs from her cheek. She really is stunning, and as she settles down and stops moving, her eyes begin to flutter as she takes in a deep breath lazily opening her eyes.

“Morning gorgeous.”

She looks up at me and smiles wide. “Morning handsome.”

Leaning down, I touch her lips for a morning kiss. She kisses me back without hesitation and with a hard vigour. It makes my cock twitch instantly, but I’m not going to think about that right now. Pulling back, she gazes at me with a smirk.

“You surprise me, you know that.”

I purse my lips. “I do? How so?”

She giggles slightly and rests her head back on my chest like it’s meant to have always been there. “I actually would’ve pictured you as a snorer, but not one single sound came from you last night, except for breathing. You were really out to it.”

Stealth by name, stealth by nature.

“I’m quiet in everything I do, gorgeous.”

She looks up at me with a glimmer in her eyes and a smirk on her face, like she’s thinking about something but doesn’t want to say.

Furrowing my brows, I put my finger on her forehead. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

She leans in kissing my chest quickly before sitting up in the bed, the sheets falling from her breasts swiftly making me want to remove her bra to take her nipples into my mouth.

Shaking my head from my wayward thoughts, I look up at her face to see her grinning at me. “Enjoying the view, you perv?”

Smiling, I nod. “Very much. Can you just turn around and bend over for me slightly?” I tease.

She scoffs, rolling her eyes, and gets out of bed picking up her tank top off the floor and pulling it on. Chuckling to myself, I follow her and her eyes snap to my naked chest and her mouth drops open slightly.

“Oh, now who’s enjoying the view, huh?” I tease reaching out and tweaking her nipple through her top. She giggles slapping at my hand and bends down for her skirt.

“So, breakfast?”

I nod and grab my shirt off the chair and pull it over my head. “Sounds good, I’m starved.”

“Yeah, you need to eat some greasy bacon, those abs are growing their own abs. Eat some fat, damn it!” She pokes at my toned stomach.

Chuckling, I pull her to me and she smiles as I lean down to kiss her again. “But then you wouldn’t want to look at me if I had a beer gut like the Prez.”

She opens her eyes wide in mock shock and giggles. “Talking bad about the Prez behind his back, Stealth. Bad form. I might have to tell him about your delinquent behaviour.”

Smirking, I raise an eyebrow. “Oh no, we can’t have you ratting on me gorgeous. I’ll just have to find a way to keep you quiet.”

She purses her lips and tries to back away from me, but I hold her tightly to me. “Oh yeah, like what.”

“I think I can find a way to keep your mouth shut,” I say and push my lips to hers strongly grabbing her hair and forcing her mouth to mine. Her body sags into me completely surrendering as her mouth opens and her tongue goes rogue with mine. I could seriously become addicted to kissing her like this. Heat builds inside of me, so I move in closer to her, our bodies moulding together. She wraps her arms around my neck as I kiss her deeply. Her leg lifts up and wraps around my waist and I grab hold, my fingers digging into her silky flesh as I grind my now fresh hard on into her pussy. Every inch of me is aching to be with her, but I need to calm this down a notch.

Do I want her?
More than anything. But I have to take this at my pace, and if I know Skye like I think I do, she’ll walk the slow steps with me. Easing the kiss and softly pulling back, she moans in appreciation and licks her lips.

“You’re delicious, you know that?”

I smirk and shake my head. “I think I should be the one saying that.”

She shrugs and tilts her head. “I think your betrayal of Mad Dog is safe with me, you delinquent. If you keep kissing me like that, I’ll keep my mouth shut, or open as it were.” She winks pulling her leg down from my waist and finishes putting on her skirt.

Taking a deep breath, I shake my head. “You gorgeous, are trouble… with a capital
fuck me you’re hot
.”

She laughs and rolls her eyes. “Put your clothes on, Stealth, I need to feed your abs’ abs.”

Turning, I reach for my jeans and put them on as she steps into her heels. She really is amazingly sexy—her toned body is super fit—and even though I’ve never really been a fan of tattoos on women, I can’t imagine Skye without hers.

They suit her.

Perfectly.

Once we’re both decent, we walk out hand-in-hand toward the clubroom for a good feed from Boiler. His big breakfasts are the best. Skye is cuddled into my side as we step into the clubroom. My attention is drawn straight to Techie talking to Crash, they’re pulled together like they’re discussing something secret.