Leigha
Having Lyssa worry about me enough to call was both nice and embarrassing. I doubted the hunky biker across from me had people check up on him if he ran a little late. It made me feel like a child instead of a grown woman out on a date, which was precisely why I’d left home. Yes, something bad happened, but it could have been worse. If Lyssa or my parents ever found out, I’d never be able to leave the house again.
I tried not to eavesdrop on Cyclops’ conversation but hearing the words Dixie Reapers piqued my interest. I wondered who had called him. My money was on Beast, but how had he known we were together? Unless… I’d noticed him texting. Had he told his President he’d found me in town? I didn’t know how to feel about that.
By the time he ended his call, and I hung up with Lyssa, I felt nervous. Would he still want to spend time with me? It had to be less hassle dating someone closer to his age. I doubted a woman in her thirties, or even in her late twenties, had family and friends calling to ask where she was all the time. Or worse, trying to keep her home.
“Beast knows you’re here with me,” Cyclops said. “I told him I’d take you to my place when we left. That’s, of course, if you want to go there. Or I can lead the way to Beast’s house. Entirely up to you.”
“I’m curious about something,” I said. He motioned for me to continue. “You’ve seen how everyone treats me. Lyssa’s call is the least of it. I’m twenty and they act like I’m a teenager. There’s no freedom for me at home, and it looks like it will be the same here. I’d thought Lyssa would be enough of a buffer I could live a little, even if it was only for a few days.”
“You plan on going home that soon?” he asked.
“I don’t know.” I looked down at my coffee for a moment, gathering my thoughts. “I wanted a taste of freedom, the chance to be myself without worrying I’d have a bodyguard breathing down my neck, or half the club trying to scare off men. I haven’t even been here a day and my family keeps texting and calling. Lyssa is checking up on me, and I just…”
“Feel caged?” he asked.
I nodded. “Exactly. It’s like I’m a prisoner. How am I supposed to figure out who I am if no one will let me do anything? I get it. My dad lost his first wife long before he met Mom. Add in all the darkness he’s seen as part of the Dixie Reapers, and now he’s terrified something will happen to us. But living in constant fear isn’t living at all.”
He smiled. “Seems like you have it figured out. Mostly. Beast thinks your dad will show up in the next day or so. I’m not sure how much freedom you’ll have when that happens.”
Naturally. I should have known better. The moment my dad found out where I’d gone, he’d probably started planning to come collect me, like a wayward child or pet. If I went back home with him, I’d die a virgin. There was no way he’d let me out of his sight anytime soon. I loved him. More than my next breath. But being Preacher’s daughter had a downside. It meant being smothered with worry and affection. My mom loved how protective my dad was, and I could understand. Being his daughter, it was different.
“Why did you want me to go to your house? If my dad is on his way, I’ll be going back home soon. He won’t let me stay.”
Cyclops folded his arms and studied me. “I think there are a few things for us to discuss. This café isn’t the right place for that type of conversation.”
The butterflies returned, flapping around my stomach. “Something we can’t talk about here?”
He glanced around before meeting my gaze again. “I guess we could, but I wouldn’t recommend it. Do you trust me?”
I nodded. He’d saved me, and even if he hadn’t, since he belonged to the Reckless Kings, that was good enough for me. I knew Beast didn’t keep traitors around, or evil men. Since he’d spoken to Beast, and the President was aware we were at the café together, it had to mean Beast trusted him.
“Then follow me to the compound. We’ll go straight to my house and discuss your options. Beast knows where to find you, and he’ll hold Lyssa back. But, kitten, it’s not a horrible thing to have people love you so much they worry. I know it seems like the end of the world, and I’d imagine it’s more than a little frustrating, but your parents only want to keep you safe. Nothing wrong with that.”
“I know. It’s overwhelming and tiresome, but I understand why they do it. Doesn’t make it any more tolerable.” I smiled. “Lead the way. I’d love to hear those options.”
He stood and held out his hand. I took it, letting him help me up. On the way to my car, instead of paying attention to my surroundings, I admittedly stared at Cyclops’ ass. Then again, if anyone tried to fuck with me right now, they’d have a pissed-off biker to deal with. He’d already proven he could protect me -- more importantly, that he would.
He led me to my car and waited for me to get in and start the engine. I watched as he walked farther down the street to his bike. When he drove past my parking space and stopped, I backed out and followed him to the Reckless Kings’ compound. I’d never been before, and their clubhouse looked amazing. The entire compound screamed wealth, and I tried not to think about how they’d earned that money.
We pulled through the gates, and I caught the curious glance from the Prospect we passed. I stuck close to Cyclops and stopped on the street in front of his house. He parked in the garage. Far enough to the side I could easily fit my car in there too. I hesitated only a moment before doing exactly that, then shut off my engine.
Was I really doing this? Whatever this was. I didn’t think I’d imagined the connection between us at the café. It made me both eager and terrified to hear what he had to say. He rapped his knuckles against my window, and I took a breath, then let it out. Grabbing my purse, I got out of the car. Cyclops reached down to take my hand and led me into his house.
The outside looked more like a log cabin with a red metal roof. Inside, it was breathtaking. The walls were the same timber used outside. His kitchen wasn’t large and opened to the living room. An island in the center had a cooktop on one side and the other had barstools lined up. Clearly, it doubled as his table. Natural wood and black appliances gave the space a warm feel. I looked out into the living room and nearly gasped at the vaulted ceiling. A stone fireplace ran up the center of the room. On the backside, he had a small table with two chairs. A deck of cards sat on top. In front of the fireplace sat a leather sofa that looked inviting. I wanted to curl up there on a cold winter night.
“Your home is incredible,” I said.
He smiled. “Thanks. When it was time for my house to be built, Beast asked what I liked. I told him I’d always wanted a cabin, gave him the specifics, and he made it happen.”
I gave in to temptation and sat on the sofa, kicking off my shoes and curling my legs under me. Cyclops took the spot next to me, putting his arm along the back of the cushions. I felt a tug on my hair and glanced his way.
“I’m sure you get asked a lot, and it’s rude as hell, but I have to know… The eye patch. Why do you wear it?” I asked.
“Served in the Army. Got a little too close to an IED that went off. Shrapnel hit my eye. Left me not only blind -- the scar tissue makes my eye look creepy as fuck. Scares children, and quite a few adults. It’s easier to keep it covered,” he said. He tugged his cut open, and I stared. “Got a few scars down that side of my torso too.”
I wasn’t sure how I’d missed those before. He’d been without a shirt all this time, and I’d drooled over his wide chest more than once. It seemed the attack had left me more rattled than I’d realized. Those scars weren’t something I’d have ever missed before.
“May I see?” I asked. He paused a moment before removing the eye patch. The iris of his eye had turned milky and I could see why some would find it off-putting. To me, the patch was far worse. I reached out and ran my fingers along his cheek under the blind eye. “It doesn’t make you less attractive. I’ll agree it lends a certain air of danger. Personally, it doesn’t bother me. In fact, I’d rather see all of your face than have you wear the eye patch.”
He sucked in a breath and let it out, his body relaxing. I hadn’t even realized he’d been so tense. It made me wonder how many people had told him to cover his eye. Then I wanted to hunt them all down and punch them in the nose for being assholes.
“I guess that’s going to make our talk a little easier,” he said.
“It has to do with your eye?”
He snorted. “No, but the fact it doesn’t scare you, or make you want to gag, is a bonus. It might surprise you the things I’ve heard since it happened.”
“People are idiots. Your blindness doesn’t change who you are as a person. You came to my rescue today without knowing who I was. Which means you’d have done the same for any woman you heard in trouble. To me, that makes you a hero.”
He shook his head. “Not a hero, kitten. Just in the right place at the right time.”
“We’ll have to agree to disagree. What did you want to discuss that you couldn’t say in the café?”
He wound my hair around his fingers, and I fought the urge to lean into his touch. Other than Foster’s annoying habit of cornering me, this was the most attention I’d ever had from a guy who seemed interested in me romantically.
“I talked to Beast about what you wanted. To date someone without your family breathing down your neck or trying to ruin any relationship you tried to build. He said there were only two paths. A casual hook-up or…”
“Or what?” I asked.
“Or claiming you. He asked me which I intended, and warned if it was a hook-up, your dad would probably bury me in an unmarked grave.” He grinned. “Well, not in those exact words, but I got the gist of it.”
My heart raced. Was he asking what I thought he was? I’d heard the stories. I knew the Dixie Reapers fell fast and hard for their women. Especially Venom. I’d never thought it would happen to me. But what if I was wrong? What if he meant he’d wanted something casual and only wanted to see where I stood on the matter?
Now I felt nervous. I ran my hands up and down my thighs and tried not to fidget too much.
“I can see the wheels turning,” he said. “Something tells me you’re jumping to the wrong conclusion. If you’re wondering, I told Beast I was hoping you’d agree to be mine.”
“After one coffee date?” I asked.
“Kitten, the moment I saw you in that alley, I wanted to toss you over my shoulder and bring you home. I only tried taking things slow for your benefit. Now we have your dad’s imminent arrival, and that changes things. I no longer have a few days to a week to convince you we’d be good together.”
“Well… I can’t exactly agree to spend the rest of my life with someone I’ve never even kissed. What if you don’t like the way I kiss? Or you could be one of those guys who’s all tongue and slobbers all over me.”
He smirked. “Only one way to find out. I’m game if you are.”
I leaned in closer and tipped my face up to him. Cyclops tugged me closer, and his lips brushed mine. The spark I felt had me gasping. He took advantage and slipped his tongue between my lips. I moaned and reached out, gripping his cut in my hand. He kissed me soft and slow, taking his time. My toes curled and heat pooled in my belly. His beard felt soft against my skin.
Cyclops released me, but I didn’t move away. If anything, I wanted to crawl into his lap. One kiss and I was hooked. I need more. Craved it. The man was a divine kisser. Sure, I had little to compare it to, but I’d never thought a kiss could have me ready to tear off my clothes and offer myself up to someone. I’d been wrong.
“You want to claim me?” I asked.
He nodded. “I do. Never wanted to keep a woman before.”
“You’ve likely guessed it already, but I haven’t been with anyone.”
“I know. You have no idea how much it turns me on, knowing I’d be your first. Your only.”
I licked my lips and leaned in to kiss him. I crawled into his lap, straddling him, and placed my hands on his cheeks. Cyclops banded an arm around my back and tugged me even closer. I felt the hard ridge of his cock press against me and couldn’t help but grind against him a little. He nipped my lip and pulled back.
“Slow down, kitten. After today, I’m not about to rush you into anything.”
I stilled and stared at him. “Because of the man in the alley?”
“Yeah. You might think you’re okay right now, but that’s going to come back to haunt you later. When you close your eyes tonight, I have a feeling you’ll have a nightmare or two. Wish like hell I could do something about it.”
Did I dare? I ran my fingers through his beard, then down over his chest. I traced the stitching on his cut before holding his gaze. “You can. You could replace those memories with something better. The scariest part was knowing he’d take my virginity. If he had, I don’t know that I’d have ever wanted sex for the rest of my life. But he didn’t. And now I need something to think about. I want to feel your hands on me. See the way you look at me when I take off my clothes. Then when I go to sleep, it will be you I see and not him.”
“Sounds like you have it all figured out,” he said.
“Not even close, but it’s a start.”
“You sure?” He held me a little tighter. “Once we go down that path, there’s no going back. I take your innocence, and you’re mine. Not just for right now, but for the rest of our lives. Or I guess the rest of mine. You’re definitely going to outlive me.”
“Then I guess we need to cram a lifetime into whatever years we have together. Does that mean you’ll do it?”
He cupped my cheek. “Yeah, kitten. I’ll be the one to take your virginity. To keep you. When your dad gets here, he’s going to lose his shit. You prepared for that?”
“No. Not even a little.” I smiled. “But I want this. Want you.”
He kissed me again, a short kiss. “When we’re done, I need to call Beast. Technically, the club needs to vote on you being my old lady. But I’d rather demand those fuckers let me keep you. It’s always fun to light a match and see which one of my brothers will go off like a stick of dynamite.”
“Then lead the way. I’m all yours.”
He cupped my ass in his hands and stood. I wrapped my legs around his waist and Cyclops carried me up a staircase I hadn’t noticed. A small balcony overlooked the living room, and I realized it was one enormous space. His bedroom. A king-size bed took up most of one wall. Large windows overlooked the backyard and beyond. He tossed me onto the bed and picked up a remote off the bedside table. With the press of a button, shades lowered over the windows, blocking us from view, yet they were sheer enough to let in some light.
Cyclops removed his cut, and I knew we’d reached the point of no return.
I smiled, knowing this was exactly what I wanted. What I needed. The sexy biker was about to be all mine.
* * *
Cyclops
I couldn’t remember ever being with a virgin before. Not even when I’d been a teenager. It scared the fuck out of me. I might ruin this for her. I was man enough to admit it. Inside my own head anyway. Didn’t stop my cock from being rock hard and ready to go. The thought of being her one and only made me want to beat my chest like Tarzan. Which led my thoughts down a decidedly not as pleasant path. There were things she needed to know.
“Before this goes further, I want you to know I’m clean. When I’m sexually active, I get tested every month, even though I’ve never fucked a woman without protection. Haven’t been with anyone since my last test, which was three months ago.”
She leaned up on her elbows. “You’ve been celibate for three months? Three entire months? You poor baby.”
I shook my head. “Brat.”
Might not seem like long to her, but when easy pussy could be had whenever I wanted? Three months was a lifetime. It was only by choice I hadn’t fucked anyone. Now that I’d found Leigha, I was thankful I’d abstained. If I’d known the feisty woman would cross my path, I’d have gone even longer without sex.
“Do you know what it’s like to live in a house full of your siblings and your parents within earshot? I can’t even masturbate in my house. Not even in the shower, because the second I try, my sister will need to pee and come bursting through the door. Nothing can kill desire and need faster than my eighteen-year-old sister peeing two feet away from me. Well, maybe my mother walking in would be worse.”
“Are you saying you’ve never gotten yourself off?” I asked.
“Still want me?”
I noticed her fingers tightened on the bedding. Did she really think that would deter me? It made me want to watch her come even more. Knowing I’d be the first one to make it happen, to give her that pleasure, was a feeling unlike any I’d felt before.
I noted the way her eyes tracked the scars on my body. “Maybe I should ask you that. The IED might have blinded me in one eye, and didn’t remove any limbs, but it left some other damage behind. The scars I showed you in the living room, the ones you see now, aren’t all of it. There’s more down my hip and thigh.”
She got up on her knees and reached out, tracing her fingers over the old scars. They’d faded a little, but I didn’t think they’d ever go away. The doctor had said plastic surgery was an option for removing them. I’d laughed in his face. Men like me didn’t get plastic surgery. Not unless it was a necessity, and these scars weren’t bad enough for something like that. They didn’t hurt. I just knew some women found them ugly.
“They’re badges of courage,” she said. “You earned these defending our country. How could you think I’d find them anything but remarkable?”
Damn. I’d known from the beginning she was different from any woman I’d ever met. And yet she kept proving it to me.
“Had a few complaints since I’ve been back. Not everyone finds them sexy.”
She reached up and placed her hand on my cheek. “I like everything about you, Cyclops. The more I learn, the more I want to get to know you. You can’t scare me off.”
“Tucker.” I took her hand and kissed her palm. “Call me Tucker.”
“Make me yours, Tucker.”
I studied her for a moment, making certain it was what she wanted. She hadn’t had a chance to really live her life yet. With her overprotective family and a club at her back, she’d not been able to experience much. It made me a selfish bastard to tie her to me this way.
“I’m making you a promise here and now.” I shifted closer. “There’s so much you haven’t seen or done, things made impossible by your parents and the Dixie Reapers. We’ll explore this world together, try as many things as you want, and I swear we’ll go on a date at least once a week. I don’t want you to wake up one day and feel like I trapped you in a different cage from the one you’re in already.”
Her gaze softened. “I’d never think that, Tucker, but thank you.”
I kissed her, my hands cupping her cheeks. I didn’t know that I’d ever deserve someone as sweet as Leigha, but I’d damn sure try. Any man would be lucky to claim her, and she’d chosen me.
“Too many clothes,” she murmured against my lips. “I want to feel you against me.”
I backed up a step and unfastened my belt and jeans. My gaze stayed locked on her as she pulled off the shirt I’d given her earlier, then shimmied out of her jeans. Her bra and panties were black lace and looked sexy as hell on her. I shoved my jeans down my thighs, only to realize I still had on my boots. She bit her lip, but I heard her snicker when she saw my predicament.
I toed off one boot, then the other before stepping out of my jeans and pulling off my socks. The laughter died and her eyes darkened. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, tossing it aside. Leigha ran her fingers along the scars on my thigh. Her touch made my cock harden even more, leaving me throbbing and aching to be inside her.
Leigha slowly lowered my boxer briefs. My heart hammered, and I hoped like hell the size of my cock didn’t disappoint her. While I was slightly larger than average, I was still far from what I considered big. I heard her gasp and saw the look of wonder on her face.
“You’re pierced?” she asked.
“It’s a reverse Prince Albert. Makes using condoms a little trickier, but sex feels better for both myself and my partner.” My fingers twitched as I fought the urge to reach out and touch her. “If you don’t like it, I can take it out.”
She ran her fingertip over the head of my cock and brushed both beads of the piercing. My cock jerked in response and pre-cum gathered on the tip. Leigha wrapped her hand around my shaft and gave it a stroke. I couldn’t stifle my groan. Nothing had ever felt as amazing as her touch. Maybe it was because she was mine.
“Ever touched a man’s cock before?” I asked, my voice raspier than usual.
“No, but I’ve seen one. Accidentally.”
“How does that work?” I asked.
She smiled up at me. “One Prospect dared another to streak through the compound. I was fifteen and far too curious. All the old ladies received a call, so they’d know to keep the kids away from the windows. I peeked anyway.”
Leigha pushed my underwear the rest of the way off, and I stepped out of them. As much as it killed me to hold back, I let her set the pace. She explored my body, her touch sending tingles down my spine. I noticed her nipples getting harder by the moment. Slowly, so she had time to back away, I cupped one of her breasts and rubbed my thumb across the hard peak.
She trembled and froze. Immediately, I dropped my hand. Had I just triggered a flashback to what happened in the alley? I didn’t know if I should hold her or keep still.
“Leigha, talk to me. We aren’t going to do anything you don’t want. If this is too much right now, say the word and I’ll get dressed.”
She shook her head. “It’s not that.”
“Then what?”
Her cheeks turned pink. “You barely touched me and I… Um…”
“You what, kitten?”
“My panties are wet,” she nearly whispered.
I bit the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t smile. Deciding to risk it and make a move, I pressed her back against the mattress and eased her panties down her thighs. She’d soaked them, but what surprised me was the fact she’d either shaved or waxed. Her pussy glistened and her little clit peeked out.
She tensed a moment, then closed her eyes and took a breath. As she let it out, her thighs parted more. The amount of trust she’d given me was humbling. I ran my palms up her thighs and spread her pussy open with my thumbs. Leigha bent her knees, placing her feet flat on the bed.
“You’re beautiful. There’s so much I want to do, but I know this is your first time. After what happened, I’m worried I’ll move too fast or do something that scares you.”
“Touch me, Tucker. Please.”
I ran my finger down her slit, brushing against her clit. She cried out, and her hips bucked. I repeated the motion once. Twice. On the third time, my sweet little kitten came. Seeing her release soak the bed was the hottest fucking thing ever. Leaning over her, I took one of her nipples into my mouth. I sucked on the bud, letting my teeth lightly scrape her flesh.
Leigha dug her fingers into my hair, holding me tighter to her breast. I growled and worked a finger inside her tight pussy. Rubbing her clit, I made her come again, wanting her relaxed and slick. I pulled back, untangling her fingers from my hair, and stretched out on the bed on my back. Reaching for her, I pulled her across me. She straddled my hips, her hands splayed on my chest.
“Rub yourself against my cock, pretty girl. I want you to come again.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think I can. I already came twice.”
I smiled and folded my hands behind my head. “Kitten, you’re a woman. You can come a lot more than twice. Use that pretty pussy to get my cock nice and wet. Then I’ll give you what you want.”
Her motions were unsure, and a bit jerky as she rubbed against me. I gripped her hip and guided her, making sure she hit the piercing in my cock on the next stroke. Her eyes went wide, and she whimpered. Leigha leaned forward a little, giving me more of her weight as she rode me. When she cried out, coating me in her release, I rolled us so that she lay beneath me.
Notching my cock against the entrance of her pussy, I pushed inside. My muscles locked tight as I fought to move slowly. I wanted to give her time to adjust, to make sure she enjoyed every moment. Finally, I sank all the way inside her. She felt like fucking heaven! Her pussy squeezed me, and I damn near came.
“You ready?” I asked.
She nodded. “More than. It doesn’t even hurt.”
Thank Christ! I braced my weight with one hand and reached between us with the other. As I thrust into her, I worked her clit. The swollen bud was slippery, and it didn’t take much to get her off. As she came a fourth time, I grabbed hold of her hip and drove into her, pounding her pussy as I chased my own orgasm.
I couldn’t hold back my shout as I filled her up, my cum spurting inside her. I kept pumping my hips until every drop had been wrung from me. My cock twitched inside her. Panting for breath, I looked down at the beautiful woman spread out beneath me. She gave me a sated smile and I couldn’t help but kiss her.
“Mine,” I said, giving her bottom lip a nip. “All mine.”
“Just so we’re clear, I’m not on birth control,” she said. “Probably should have mentioned that before.”
I ran my beard along her collarbone and over the side of her neck. “Good. No one will dare take you from me if I get you pregnant.”
“Do all men think alike? I swear it’s like you find the woman you want, then do your best to knock her up.”
I smiled at her. “Harder for you to run away if you’re swollen with my kid. Besides, I’m not getting any younger. If you want a family, we should probably work on that.”
“If I didn’t want one?” she asked.
My stomach tightened. I hoped like hell she was teasing me. It never occurred to me she wouldn’t want kids. While I’d thought I’d never find the right woman and settle down, it didn’t mean I hadn’t hoped I’d have kids someday.
She reached up and cupped my cheek. “Relax, Tucker. I want children. I was only giving you a hard time. I have a twin and two other siblings. I’ll give you as many kids as you want. I’m not scared of having a big family.”
I brushed my lips against hers. “I’ll take as many as you feel like having. You might be mine, Leigha, but it means I’m yours too. We’re in this together.”
She lifted her hips, and my cock started to harden again. I hadn’t been able to go again that fast in almost a decade. What the hell was this woman doing to me? And why the fuck hadn’t I met her before now?