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Riding away from the hospital, with the dawn breaking, the silence that enveloped us was different. It was a quiet so heavy, I could feel the decisions were already locked in, no turning back. The sun was just topping the horizon, stretching shadows long across the road ahead, kinda like how our moves might throw a long shade over our clubs.
Heading back to my place felt like cruising into a war zone, even though it was home turf. Having Brat with me was like waving a red flag, risky and provocative.
Last night was about club shit, about Viper’s mess. Today? This was personal. The reason I brought her back this morning had nothing to do with sanctioned club business. Cutting through the clubhouse’s stillness to my apartment upstairs, there was a dangerous kind of excitement, the kind that buzzed in your veins, born from the risk and the raw, undeniable pull between us.
Stepping inside, it was like the floodgates opened, washing away the barriers we’d put up between us. The tension, simmering since that wild night at the strip club, and then burning hotter on the ride over, wouldn’t back down. It was pushing us together, inevitable and intense, like a storm heading straight for us.
“I shouldn’t be here,” she muttered, her voice tangled up with doubt as she hovered in the middle of my bedroom.
“And yet, here you are,” I replied, my own tone dropping. The proximity between us shrank with each word spoken. The surrounding air sparked, thick with what could happen next if we just let go, if we dove into this crazy pull that had been yanking at us for too damn long.
Deciding to go for it, to surrender to this raw need surrounding us, felt like jumping off a cliff. It was risky, damn near reckless, considering the stakes for us both. But right then, in the private space of my room, nothing else held weight. There was just her, those piercing green eyes, the warmth radiating off her, and this raw, untamed thing between us that just wouldn’t let up.
“Take off those clothes,” I growled. “Those belonged to a whore, and you’re no whore.”
Star was wavering. Not outright refusing, she bit her lip, considering my demand. Fuck, perhaps I should go harder. That’s when I was on her, stripping her myself. It was time I took what I wanted, like I always had before. The difference now, I would not stop until she was completely mine.
“Riptide, wait,” Star squeaked. She held up her hands after I tore off her jacket.
“I’m not waiting, Star,” I said, taking the hem of her shirt. Gliding it up, I revealed her soft stomach. Damn, her navel was pierced. The sight of it drove me wild. Bending, I laid kisses there, twisting the bar with my tongue as I pushed her shirt up and over her bare breasts. Taking her tits into my hands, my mouth made my way to her nipples.
“Your tits are so huge now. How?” I asked, as clearly, they weren’t fake. They were soft as ever in the palms of my large hands.
“I was pregnant before,” she explained, shocking me.
I stopped myself from saying, Holy shit. “When?”
“College,” she said, curtly.
Standing up, I pulled her shirt completely off and met her green eyes. “And the father? Is he someone I should worry about.”
“A major asshole who’s the bane of my existence,” she said with a slight growl.
“And the kid?” I asked, leaning down to kiss her shoulder.
I could feel her shake her head and knew she didn’t want to talk about it anymore.
Fuck, how I wished it would’ve been me. As it was, I’d never even gone all the way with her, back when there weren’t any other men vying for her attention. Back when she was the virgin, I both bullied and seduced to submission.
Her defined arms wrapped around my shoulders as I suckled her breast. Picking her up easily, I took her against the wall. My bed could wait. This was how I used to have her, pressed against the wall behind the gym. Her petite body pressed into the concrete wall, taking whatever I could from her, for the limited time I could be with her in secret. I’d kiss her, of course, taste her tight nipples, rub her wet pussy through her clothes.
And finally, at the moment, I had all the time I wanted.
Yet still, I treated her just like I did back then. Like a treat I needed to gobble down in secret. With her legs wrapped around my waist, in a rush, I fondled her big titties, watching them bounce, just like I had back in high school. Fuck. My dick pulsating in my jeans seemed to harden more with every bounce. I kissed my way up to her ear, twirling my tongue inside like the horny teen I used to be.
I found her mouth as I ran my hand down her body and rubbed her pussy through her clothes. Rubbed her about raw, before I slipped my hands into her pants to find a flood of juices. Getting my fingers wet, I stroked her walls, imagining burying my cock into her like I always imagined before. But back then, I’d been a boy, too chicken shit to fuck someone like Star. I was afraid of knocking up a girl I couldn’t marry and pissing off my dad.
Things were different now, and the girl I yearned for wasn’t some shy nerd, but a fucking bad ass biker, sexpot. A fucking wet dream come true. Better than any of the bombshells in leather at our club. And I wasn’t just some jock of a bully, I was a badass myself, with plenty of notches on my bed frame. I couldn’t wait to show her a thing or two in the bedroom.
With three fingers in her, I pulled back out of our kiss, so I could watch her face twist with desire like I used to.
Her face dripped with sex. “Is that all you got?” she breathed, challenging me.
Star was a biker brat alright, rebellious with a smart mouth and defiant attitude, and I wanted to shut her up with my cock. Before I shut her up for good, fucking her finally, I needed to replay our old game. “How about we take a trip down memory lane first? Before I introduce you to my cock.”
“I’ve seen your dick plenty of times,” Star said with a smirk.
“But you’ve never had it in your pussy before.” I took my fingers out of her snatch and stuck them in her open mouth. “Suck,” I growled, just like I used to.
