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“A war? What kind of war?” I asked. Our gazes were locked, it was quiet around us and the street lamps were the only source of light.
“We have to protect our territory, I have to keep the streets safe,” he said, and I could feel my breathing become ragged. There was so much I wanted to ask him, but I knew I couldn’t. I couldn’t push him. Commando was capable of opening up to me, I knew that. But he would have to do it in his own time.
“Safe from what?” I asked tentatively. Did I even want to know?
“Safe from the Black Skulls. And I need to keep you safe, princess,” he said as I held on to his arm. That was all he was going to tell me.
“Did you…?” I tried to get the words out. I needed to know if he had found Blaine yet. I didn’t care what happened to that bastard anymore. Commando clenched his jaw, his eyes piercing me and twinkling.
“Not for now,” he said and we remained silent for a few moments.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, breaking away from me. I felt like I had been holding my breath, and I sighed and then forced a smile on my face.
“I could eat,” I said and Commando led the way to his bike again.
“Good, because I’ve made enough to feed an army,” he said as he helped me up on his bike again.
I could feel my body thrilling, at the sight of him; tall and strong, his shoulders heaving, the muscles of his thighs moving swiftly as he threw his leg over his bike and sat down in front of me. I got a whiff of his masculine scent and my senses reeled. This was the sexiest man I had ever met, and I was going home with him.
Going home!
“Commando,” I said, just as he started his bike. I was hesitating to wrap my arms around his waist again.
“Ava,” he said, his head turning sideways to hear me better.
“What about the rule of your club? Big D told me that you guys are very strict about it. We shouldn’t be together. We shouldn’t be seen together,” I said and immediately regretted my decision to say anything. Weren’t things great the way they were? What more could I have wanted? Me saying this could possibly have ruined the night.
“Elwood knows. I told him,” he said and I felt that tingling in my fingertips again.
“Elwood?” I said and recalled that flashing smile he had given me as I left the bar that night.
“Yeah, he’s my father and he’s the President of the Club,” Commando told me and I bit down on my lip, trying to suppress a happy smile. He had told his father about us! I didn’t want to start harboring false hopes that this could actually mean something to him…that this was more than just fun for him. But he had told his father about us!
“Now hold on tight, princess, this is going to be a fast ride. I don’t want the spaghetti getting cold,” he said and I wrapped my arms around him, leaning my face tenderly on his back.
I was just realizing now, that this big strong man, who belonged to a hard motorcycle club and sometimes returned at night with his knuckles bruised and bleeding…had spent all evening cooking me spaghetti.
Chapter 24
Commando
There was some sauce on the sides of Ava’s mouth and I reached for her. She was in the middle of laughing, but stopped when she saw my hand moving towards her. With my thumb, I wiped the sauce slowly from the corners of her lips and then slid my finger over her glossy bottom lip. Plump and red and delicious. That was what she was. Ava’s green eyes were glowing in the dim light of the table lamp. We were sitting on the floor of the kitchen, eating our spaghetti messily from bowls.
She had been telling me the story of how she lost her first cellphone, the one she’d bought with her hard earned allowance. How upset and furious she was about it…and I couldn’t do anything else but stare at her.
“Reminds me of that scene from the Lady and the Tramp,” Ava said, when I pulled my fingers away.
“Isn’t that what we are? You’re a lady,” I said, in a drowsy voice. My cock was in attention now, taking note of her slender, curvaceous body. There was a dimness in Ava’s eyes and she half smiled at me.
“You’re no tramp,” she said and I leaned forward, the bowl crashing out of my hands on the floor. I caught her face in my hands and I kissed her. My tongue slipped into her mouth and Ava moaned seductively. My tongue teased her, darting and retreating and then tangling with hers again. My hands rose upwards, weaving through her fiery red hair. I just couldn’t get enough of her yet.
I broke away from her. Her back pressed against a bottom cabinet in my matchbox sized kitchen, and I left a wet trail down her chin, her neck, till my teeth were tugging at the buttons of her tight blue shirt. They came undone easily, exposing her white lace bra, which I stared at them for a few moments, admiring her milky pale breasts.
Ava weaved her fingers through my hair as I reached for her nipples, tugging her bra aside. Her nipples turned into stiff wet points as I sucked them, taking turns. Ava purred and wriggled, jutting her hips towards me. So I complied, I wasn’t going to hold back from giving her what she wanted. My hand slipped in under her jeans and I reached for her pussy. She was wet already and I stroked her, her clit…feeling my fingers slide in and out of her warm throbbing entrance.
I kissed her mouth again, pushing her into position so that she was lying on the floor now. I covered her with my body, while my cock pushed up against her, our clothes acting as barrier. Right there. Fuck. I rocked and rolled on that spot as she widened her legs invitingly. I wanted to take it slow this time, really appreciate her beauty, admire what she was capable of doing to my senses.
I nibbled at her earlobes now, while my fingers played with her nipples. I nearly exploded, right in my jeans, when she started circling her hips against me. I wanted to prolong my orgasm. I wanted to watch her come instead. Ava reached for me hungrily when I pulled away.
