The Last Betrayal (9 page)

“I don’t get to cook at the clubhouse. Kristine would have my nuts in a jar if I used her kitchen.” A visible shiver wracks his body, and I laugh at the thought of Kristine, the Prez’s Old Lady, waving a spatula at him while dishing out the threat.

“Not funny, babe. She’s scary as shit when she wants to be.” He shakes his head at me before joining me at the breakfast bar.

We eat in comfortable silence, every rub of his elbow on mine sends electric shocks through my system, goose bumps rising along my skin.

After finishing such a delightful breakfast, I rinse our plates in the sink and add them to the dishwasher.

“What’s on the agenda today?” he asks, lapping up the last of his coffee.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It’s Sunday so it’s my day off work,” I tell him, pouring the remainder of my coffee down the drain. He’s a great cook, but awful coffee maker.

“We’re having a barbeque at the clubhouse if you want to come?” he asks, fluttering his eyelashes at me...his way of pleading.

“Why not. Is Alexis going?” I ask, cleaning the mess he made of my kitchen.

“Well, Cobra is going, so I guess she’ll be there too. Those two are joined by the hip anyway.” He laughs and I join in. He has a point there.

“Okay, when shall we leave?” I look down at my watch and notice it’s already three in the afternoon.

“We have a few hours and I know how I’d like to spend them.” The look in his eyes gives away exactly what he’s about and all my blood rushes south, my pussy heating and pulsing at the thought of his hands and dick in me.

I bite my lip to stop a moan escaping.

He stalks toward me before effectively pinning me back against the kitchen counter. The heat of his body seeps into mine, my nipples pebble under my shirt, and I see Champ staring at them, his eyes darkening with desire. Oh boy.

“I want you, Lauren. I want to be balls deep inside you. Would you like that, sweetheart?” He runs a finger down my cheek, rubbing along my bottom lip as he says this in a husky tone.

I clamp my legs together to try and find a little bit of relief, but finding it’s making me even more hot and bothered.

His mouth crashes to mine, one of his hands tangles in my hair, moving my head to the angle he deems suitable. He nibbles on my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I open and his tongue dives inside, our teeth clash and tongues collide.

A small moan escapes my mouth into his and he breaks the kiss.

“Fuck, sweetheart, that was hot!”

He lifts me on the counter behind me, taking a stance between my parted legs. Hang on; wasn’t I wearing jeans this morning? Now I’m in shorts. I don’t give a fuck, I just need him, want him...I’m not beyond begging right now.

As if hearing the thoughts from within my head, he drags my shorts and panties down my legs, throwing them over his shoulder. He looks between my legs, licking his lips before saying, “Motherfucking beautiful, baby.”

His hand cups my mound in a possessive hold, making me moan at the sudden coldness of his hand that makes my heated pussy ache just that little bit more. His fingers stroke me softly, spreading my juices around before plunging two fingers inside me.

Holy crap, that’s so good. I throw my head back as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, moaning shamelessly at his show of possession.

His other hand palms my right breast, squeezing softly, emitting another moan from my mouth. “Take your top and bra off, sweetheart. I need to see those perky tits of yours.”

I have them both off within seconds before placing my hands behind me leaning back slightly. He tugs at my nipple softly, toying with it before his mouth goes around it, sucking, licking and biting his way over my breast.

A wave of pleasure rushes through my body, heating my insides. I’m so turned on it’s unreal. Only Champ has ever made me get this hot so quickly, and I fucking love it.

All too soon, his hand disappears from me, and I hear his zipper in motion. I sit up to watch the show, nothing better than seeing each delectable part of Champ being revealed.

He removes his pants and boxers, hand tugging up and down his cock. Jesus, that’s hot as hell! His shirt is next to be discarded and the ripple of his muscles sends another round of heat through my blood.

“Ready for my dick, baby girl?” he asks, a smirk playing at his lips.

“Do you really need to ask me that?” I raise a brow at him in question as he stalks back to where I’m perched, naked, on the kitchen counter, the coldness of it on my ass making me visibly shiver.

He doesn’t reply, instead, he rips the foil in his hand and rolls the condom onto his impressive length.

I suppress yet another moan, instead biting my lip as his hand hold my hips, pulling me forward and onto his awaiting manhood. I scream into the air, my arms wrapping around his neck.

“Fuck. Baby, you’re so tight,” he says through gritted teeth.

His thrusting is hard, tensing his abs and pectorals in the process. His face is in the crook of my neck, and I can hear his slight moans at each inner thrust he does. My hands wonder down his back, scratching through pleasurable delight, and he hisses in pleasure of his own.

Feeling the familiar build up, starting with the tingling in my spine, and the curl of my toes, I grip him harder as my legs clamp tighter around his waist. I feel my walls quivering, ready to clamp down around his dick.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Come around my cock,” he whispers seductively in my ear. Holy mother of all that his holy. I explode and scream his name, my walls clamping his dick in a vise like grip. Wave after wave consumes me as I feel him pulsing in me, thickening before losing his shit and releasing inside me. The pulsing of his penis sends another shock of pleasure through my body, and I shiver, moaning incoherent words into his hair.

“Jesus, woman, I thought your pussy was going to cut my prized possession off,” he laughs.

“That was rather spontaneous, don’t you think? Especially when we have to be somewhere, and now I need yet another shower.” I laugh along with him. This is what I love about us. We’re in the moment kind of people that can enjoy a good banter, a laugh. It warms my chest having him back in my life. How I survived without him for a good month I don’t know.

I’m done with running; I’m not going anywhere. He better get used to it because this bitch is coming back to her old self, and I never thought I’d see the day where I’d be lifted from my fog of hatred at my scarred body, and from my inner turmoil and self-destructive path I was leading myself down. Champ brought me out of that funk, and I am forever indebted to him for it.

I hop down, placing my feet on the cold flooring of the kitchen and strut myself through my apartment toward my bathroom. “You coming, Champ? Or you going to stand there and stare at my rear?”

His head shoots up and a smile plays at the corners of his mouth. “I’m coming, sweetheart.”

“Been there done that...” I laugh as I enter the bathroom. I turn the shower on full pelt, and stand there waiting for it to heat up.

“You’re a funny fucker aren’t you, Lauren?” Champ says as he enters the room, landing a smack on my ass.

“Ow! What was that for?” I ask him, faking a pained look on my face while rubbing my rear.

“Just because I can and because I know you love it, baby.” He winks at me as he climbs in the shower and reaching out a hand to help me in.

“No hanky panky, Champ. I have an outfit to pick out yet,” I tell him, rubbing shampoo into my hair before rinsing.

He takes the initiative and starts washing my body with my liquid soap. I do the same to him hoping it’s quicker for me to do it then him. His dick is standing to attention and slapping against his belly. I snort, knowing he’s going to be suffering with a hard-on all day.

“Something funny, sweetheart?” he asks, rinsing his body off with the shower spray.

“Nope.” I hold in the chuckle as I step out of the shower, wrapping myself in my favorite pink, fluffy towel.

I hand him a bright yellow one when he eventually emerges from the shower, and he wraps it around his waist, his erection tenting the front and the dam breaks, I laugh so hard I almost slip on the now wet floor.

“Yeah, hilarious,” he says, shaking his head as he moves past me.

I stand there to collect myself as tears of amusement streak down my face. Leaving the bathroom, I find him dressed and sitting on the bed looking at his phone. “What you doing?

“Just had a text from Cobra to see if we were coming to the barbeque or not,” he replies, concentrating on texting back

“You realize it doesn’t need that level of concentration to send a text, right?” I try and hold back my laugh, I really do, but I can’t help the snort and chuckle that escapes me.

“You’re fucking full of jokes this morning aren’t you, sweetheart.” He shakes is head as he rams his phone in his pocket. “Get dressed, otherwise we’re going to be late.”

He skulks out of the room, shaking his head at my laughing at his expense. I watch as his muscles in his back flex with each step he takes away from me. Biting my lip to stop from moaning in appreciation, I look away and count to ten. That man does funny things to my insides that no one has ever done before. My chest is warm, my tummy fluttering and my head swims with thoughts of a future with my Mr. Perfect.

But with him being in an MC, life can be unexpected. One minute he could be with me, and the next, he could be taken, murdered. That thought sends a shiver down my body, and I wrap my towel around me more tightly. I swallow the bile rising in my throat and take a few steady breaths before leaving the room.

The barbeque is in full swing and some of the brothers are already swaying on their feet, consumed by more alcohol then recommended. Lauren is dancing with Alexis and Kristine, glass of whatever the fuck she’s drinking in one hand, the other waving about in the air. She’s well on her way to being drunk, and I can’t help but chuckle. I remember how funny she can be when drunk.

I walk over to Cobra and Chip, sitting watching the bodies moving on the dance floor. Who needs a nightclub when we can throw one hell of a party here? Club whores are everywhere, sidling up to any brother that isn’t committed. And, because I haven’t put my mark on Lauren just yet, they think I’m still fair game. I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve had to push them away, but they always crawl back. They’re pathetic.

“Dude, these whores are pissing me off.” I grimace as I remember Titter trying to rub up on me.

“If you put a cut on Lauren, you wouldn’t be hassled, you idiot.” Cobra laughs, shaking his head from side to side. “Seriously, why haven’t you yet?”

“Because I’ve only just won her heart back. I don’t want to rush shit, man,” I reply, swigging back the remainder of my Corona.

“You have the cut in your room, Champ, I saw it.” Cobra raises a questioning eyebrow at me.

“I know. I know. I guess I’m waiting for the perfect time.” I scratch my head with unease. This is not a conversation I want to be having at a party, for fuck sake.

“Now is the perfect time. You have to do it in front of the brothers anyway, they need to know she’s taken and off limits,” Chip says, not even looking at me as he speaks.

“Okay. Fine,” I grumble, turning in the direction of the bedroom to receive the cut for Lauren.

Nerves spike deep within me, and my hands start to shake slightly. Jesus, why am I nervous? I’m Champ. Fuck my life, this girl means the world to me, and if she decides to say no, then I’m fucked.

I grab the cut from the bottom drawer of my dresser and quickly turn to exit the bedroom. Re-entering the main room, I head straight for our small stage where a microphone is placed just off to the side.

Grabbing the mic, I head straight to center stage, taking a few calming breaths before speaking. “Lauren? Can you come up here a second?”

Lauren stares at me, her cheeks glowing red with embarrassment at being called out in front of everyone. After a few silent moments, with people whispering around the room, she makes her way over and up the small wooden steps, coming to a halt next to me.

“Lauren…” I clear my throat a little. “I love you, and I don’t give a shit about who knows it. So, I want you to be my Old Lady. I want you to ultimately be mine and for us to be off limits completely to anyone else. Will you do me the honor of wearing my cut?”