I obeyed, holding his gaze as he made love to me. I could see everything in his eyes. The way he saw me, wanted me, needed me. Not as a replacement for Julie. Not as a way to ease his grief. But asHope. As myself. As the woman he chose to love. His thumb found my clit, rubbing gentle circles, and the combination of his cock filling me and his fingers working me was too much. The orgasm built slowly, inexorably, and when it finally crashed over me, I came with tears streaming down my face. Not from pain. Not from fear. But from the overwhelming intensity of what I felt for him.
My body clenched around him, milking him, and he groaned as he followed me over the edge. I felt the hot pulse of his release, felt the way his body shuddered against mine, and the tears came faster.
He kissed them away, his lips gentle against my cheeks, and whispered promises I wanted desperately to believe.
I’ll protect you. I’ll keep you safe. You’re mine, Hope. Always.
But I knew, even then, that some promises couldn’t be kept. That the world outside this motel room wouldn’t care about what we felt for each other. That my brother’s rage and the club’s rules would tear us apart no matter how much we loved each other.
But we have right now, I told myself fiercely.We have this moment. And I am going to take everything he’s willing to give me.
The sun had risen over the horizon when he pulled me on top of him. I was exhausted, my body aching in places I didn’t know could ache, my muscles trembling with fatigue. But when his hands gripped my hips and guided me over his cock, I went willingly.
One more time, I thought.Just one more time before the world ends.
I straddled him, my thighs trembling as I sank down onto his thick cock. He filled me completely, stretching me in a way that made me gasp. I could feel how swollen I was, how sensitive, and the slight burn only added to the pleasure.
I’m going to feel this for days, I realized.I’m going to feel him inside me long after he’s gone.
I braced my hands on his chest and moved, finding a rhythm that made us both moan. From this angle, I could feel him so deep, could feel the head of his cock hitting that spot inside me that made my toes curl and my vision blur. His hands slid up my sides, cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. I arched into his touch, my head falling back, my hair cascading down my back. The movement changed the angle slightly, and I gasped at the sensation.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, his voice rough with desire. “So fucking beautiful. Look at you, taking my cock so well.”
His words sent heat flooding through me, and I moved faster, chasing the pleasure building low in my belly. I could feel the wetness between my legs, could hear the obscene sounds our bodies made as I rode him. The wet slide of his cock inside me, the slap of my ass against his thighs, my breathless moans mixing with his groans.
I’m doing this to him, I realized with a surge of power.I’m making him feel this way. I’m driving him as wild as he drives me.
His hands returned to my hips, guiding me, helping me find the angle that made stars burst behind my eyelids. I felt powerful and vulnerable all at once. Powerful because I could see the effect I had on him, vulnerable because I was completely exposed, completely his.
“Chapman,” I gasped, as my nails dug into his chest hard enough to leave marks. “I’m—I’m close.”
“I know. I can feel you. Feel how tight your pussy is squeezing my cock. Come for me, Hope. Let me feel you.” His thumb found my clit and circled it with just the right amount of pressure, that I shattered.
My orgasm crashed over me like a wave, pulling me under, drowning me in sensation. I cried out his name, my body convulsing around him, my vision going white. I could feel him throbbing inside me, could feel the hot pulse as he came with me, and it prolonged my own pleasure until I was sobbing with it.
This is what it means to be his, I thought through the haze of ecstasy.This is what it means to be claimed, possessed, loved.
I collapsed forward onto his chest, my body trembling, as tears streamed down my face. He wrapped his arms around meand held me close, and I felt his heart pounding against my cheek.
“I love you,” I whispered against his skin. “God help me, I love you.”
“I love you too,” he murmured into my hair.
I was lost in it. Lost in him. Lost in the ecstasy that consumed every thought, every breath, when the door crashed open. The sound was so sudden, so violent, that for a moment, I couldn’t process it. My body was still trembling, still riding the aftershocks of my climax, my mind floating in that hazy space between pleasure and consciousness, when my eyes finally focused and I saw him.
Zeke.
Standing in the doorway, his face twisted with rage, his eyes blazing with a fury I had never seen before.
“What the fuck—”
Reality crashed over me like ice water. The pleasure that was coursing through my veins turned to ice, freezing me in place. I was still straddling Chapman, his cock still firm inside me, our bodies still joined, when the shame barreled into me.
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.
Several Diamondback brothers rushed in behind Zeke, their guns drawn and pointed directly at Chapman. I recognized Whisper, Widow, and Monk. Men I had known for years, men who had eaten at our family table, men who were now seeing me naked and exposed and completely vulnerable. The humiliation was crushing.
I scrambled off Chapman, my hands shaking as I grabbed the bed sheet and wrapped it around myself. My legs nearly gave out, my body still weak from what we had just done, and I stumbled backward until my back hit the wall.
