My Two-wheeled Savior (Holy Rebel MC #1)

Chapter 10

I throw my jacket on the back of my couch as I pass the living room to my room. Lynol closes my new white front door and follows. Neither of us speak and thick tension fills the air. "I need some clothes that fit." I mutter and open my dresser for some pants.

"You look good in my clothes." Lynol comes up from behind me. He wraps his arms around me. Against my better judgment, I relax against him.

He kisses my neck and jaw before turning me to face him and lifting me into my dresser. We watch each other. His Adams apple bobs in his throat, the sound almost audible in the deafening sound of silence, and his hazel eyes bore into mine. He takes a strand of my dark hair between his fingers and plays with it absentmindedly.

"I'm so sorry, babe. For cheating. For lying. For being just a biker. Shitty father. I promise I will be better to you and for you." My heart clenchs at his promises. Just like it does every time he plays with Sydney.

"You are not a shitty father. Boyfriend, yeah.  Father, no." I run my fingers over his gruff jaw.

"Way to kick a man when he's down, babe." He snaps and starts to pull away.  I pull him back, laughing.

"You deserve it. You told me you liked me and wanted to be a family then I find you with the same whore you run to every time we have a problem. I deserve more than that. I've done a lot for you. Most of it in only a damn week. Would Lil have done any of that?" I ask. He just exhales.

"Well, maybe. She wants to be an old lady so fucking badly." I scoff.

"Shell never be an old lady, babe. Especially not mine." He promises me.

"Well, stop running to her when we're having trouble. Cuz she's taking that to the head and telling herself she's special and throwing it in my face." Even though I told her I had more than she did, she has what I want most; Lynol. At least in a way I don't.

"She has nothing on you, babe." He growls in my ears. Chills run down my body.

"Prove it." I growl back. He smirks and grabs me by my thighs and yanking us pelvis to pelvis, grinding. I bet it's a lot easier with out a swollen stomach.

I toss my head back against the wall and moan softly at our friction. He yanks off my pants and groans when he sees I'm not wearing panties. I lean forward and kiss him hard, feeling up under his shirt at his abs.

He pulls back and tosses his shirt to the floor and yanks his jeans and boxers down and steps out of them. "I don't want to waste any more time, babe. Now!" He orders and pulls my shirt over my head and my sports bra following.

"That's hot." He lustfully glares at my pierced nipples.

"Thanks." I kiss him, not wanting to waste anymore time either. He picks me up and leads us to my bed. Our bed.

"On your knees, facing away." He orders. I do as I'm told, smirking. He grips my wide hips in his large hands and with no warning at all, he thrust deep into me. I gasp, clenching around him. He go goes hard, fast, and deep with need and lust.

I fist the faded pink sheets and bite my lip to keep quiet. But that's not what he wants. He surprises me by grabbing a handful of my long hair and snatching my head back. I let out a scream as I thrash back against him in ecstasy just before I crash. He comes a few thrusts later and collapses beside me, pulling me down on his chest.

"Should I be worried that the first time we have sex, you don't look at my face?" I joke. But as a detective, I analyze everything. He looks at me.

"What? No! Shit! I'm sorry, I didn't think" I cut him off.

"I'm kidding. Calm down." but I still see the self loathing boiling in his eyes.