Chapter 4
Finley
“Hey, Pix. I have to go over to the Clubhouse. Do you want me to walk you over to Clara’s house before I leave?” he asked, coming into the bedroom where I was still getting ready for the day.
We’d been together since I showed up on Banshee’s doorstep three weeks ago. It was terrifying at how easy it was for us to fall into a routine. Maybe it was because I grew up with a biker brother, or maybe it was simply because I belonged here, which was what Banshee whispered in my ear in the middle of the night when he thought I was asleep.
If my brother would stop being an asshole about my decision, everything would be perfect. I hated Banshee seeing the sadness in my eyes when Flame continuously refused to take my calls. I tried to hide my heartbreak, but I knew he saw it. He saw everything. We were too entwined to hide our feelings from each other. I was hoping that Flame would come to his senses and see Banshee and I were happy together, but that didn’t seem to be happening.
In fact, I knew one of the things Banshee was going to talk to Zeus about today was setting up a meeting with Flame. He said he wanted to see me happy, and he was not letting my stubborn ass brother ruin it. If I hadn’t made him swear he wouldn’t kill Flame, I was pretty sure that Flame would be dead by now for his intentional hurt he caused me.
“Yes, please. I’ll be ready in a second and you can walk me to Clara’s.” I came out of the bathroom drying my hair with a towel.
Completely naked.
Just the way he liked me.
“What do you think you’re doing walking around like that?” He stalked toward me, fire in his eyes as he looked over my naked skin. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off me on a normal day, seeing me without any clothes appeared to make it impossible.
“You don’t want to be late.” I taunted him by dropping the towel I’d been drying my hair with, blinking my big blue eyes at him with a devilish grin on my face.
“I guess we’ll have to be fast then.” He grabbed my hips lifting me up with ease, and pressed me against the wall.
“Not too fast,” I whispered, sucking his ear lobe in my hot mouth.
His cock jumped against his jeans desperate to escape. I could feel it begging to get out. He did some impossible maneuvering to get his pants down and his dick free without putting me down.
I giggled as he jostled me around not letting me down from the wall. As if he was unable to be apart from me for one second, which was good, because I felt the same way. When his pants and belt clinked on the ground, I cheered. He wiped the smartass smirk off my face when he thrust inside.
“Hard,” I said as I clenched around him, knowing that little move drove him crazy.
He gripped my waist, angling my hips so he could get in deeper. With a swift rough thrust a groan ripped out of both of us. He did it again, and again. Pumping deep, and hard, which in turn drove me crazy.
“I. Could. Fuck. You. All. Day.” With every word he pushed in deeper, grinding his hips at the perfect angle to hit my clit.
“I’m going to come.” My thighs were wrapped around him as far as they could go, keeping his cock exactly where I needed it to be.
“Come all over my cock. All day you’re going to be on me, and I want to be inside you all day until I can get back here and push into you again.”
“Fuck.” I was coming all over him just like he wanted me too. My pulsing hot pussy ground against him, getting him to come inside of me.
Both of us were panting, our foreheads together as we got our souls back.
“You’re going to have to hold me up when you put my legs down. I don’t think they’ll work right,” I told him.
He kissed the tip of my nose before unhooking my legs, hugging me to him. I took a second to get steady, leaning on him as I got my bearings.
“I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”
My heart lurched in my chest. “You just want to know what happens in the book I read to you last night.”
He chuckled, tucking his cock back into his jeans. “Fuck, you found me out. I like dirty shifter books.”
“You’re secret is safe with me. Maybe tonight you can read me one of your books. It’s hot when you read in a different language.”
When I first moved in, I noticed the hundreds of books in Banshee’s house. I was shocked when I noticed most of them were in different languages. Last week I talked him into reading one to me. He argued that I wouldn’t understand what he was saying, but in the end, just like I knew he would, he gave into my request. And fuck if that wasn’t one of the hottest things I’d ever heard. He barely made it through one page before I was riding him like the last horse in a ghost town.
Banshee gave me a smile, shaking his head. “I just got a new one in French.”
