I tilt my head back and suck in a deep breath, when I feel a set of dainty arms wrap around my waist and hear the sound of her soft breathing as she rests her head against my back to comfort me.
We stay like this for a few minutes, before she slides around my body and into the space between the wall and me.
Avalon’s eyes are deep as she takes me in.
Her hands run up my body, opening my jacket to expose my gun. She runs the tips of her fingers over it, while looking me in the eyes.
“You helped that kid tonight, Royal.” She grabs my face, pulling it closer to hers as I stiffen. “Someone needed to protect him. He had a lot of bruises.”
“I wanted to kill him,” I admit. “I almost did.”
Giving me a pained look, she grabs the back of my neck and brushes her lips over mine, calming me. “But you didn’t. Instead, you gave him a reason to fear hurting his son again. That’s probably the best thing anyone has done for that kid.”
Fuck me . . . this woman.
Closing the distance between us, I tangle a hand into her long hair, crushing my lips to hers.
Feeling the tenderness of her sweet mouth against mine brings me back to sanity, making it easier to see clearly and let go of some of the anger that’s burning inside of me right now.
She does shit to me. She makes me feel less like a monster and more like the man I once was; the man I wish I could be.
“Fuck,” I whisper against her mouth, while pulling her hair back and tasting her sweet breath against my lips. “I need you . . .”
With strength, I flip her around, pressing her body against the wall. She moans out in surprise and places her hands against the wall for support.
Wrapping one hand around her tiny throat, I yank her dress up and pull her panties down below her ass with the other, before undoing my pants and reaching inside to pull my hard cock out.
Her breathing picks up and she cusses under her breath, as I rub the length of my erection across her ass, before reaching in my pocket for a condom.
I hold my cock against her ass; working her up as I stroke it a few times, before ripping the wrapper open with my teeth and rolling the condom over my length.
Gripping her waist, I brush the head of my cock over her slick pussy, teasing her and making her whimper, before entering her in one deep thrust.
“Ah . . . fuck . . . fuck . . .” she screams against my arm, before biting it. “Holy shit . . . that hurt.”
I yank her neck to the side and graze it with my teeth, while repeatedly pulling out and thrusting back into her, making her move up the wall and bite me harder with each hard thrust.
“Harder,” I demand, causing her teeth to dig into my arm. “Hurt me as much as it hurts you to have me inside you.”
“I can’t,” she says, while fighting to catch her breath. “Nothing can compare to what it feels like to have you inside me, Royal. It hurts more than you know.” She leans her head back and moans as I push in deeper and stop. “But I want to feel you so badly,” she whispers.
Her words cause me to yank her head to the side and suck her bottom lip into my mouth, while fucking her hard and fast; so fucking hard that all you can hear are the sounds of her screams, mixed with our sweaty bodies furiously slapping together.
I’m so fucking close to losing it, her cries of pleasure only bringing me closer to the edge.
Grabbing her tightly, I hold her up as her pussy clenches hard around my dick, causing my own orgasm to fill her throbbing pussy as I push in as deep as her body will allow.
Our ragged breathing mixes together as I swallow her moans and claim her mouth as mine, just wanting another moment to feel her again.
In this moment all I feel is her in my arms and taste the sweetness of her mouth against mine.
The darkness around me slowly fades and a new fear takes over as I realize that she’s my calm after the storm. She’s like a poison to my heart, slowly leaking her way inside and killing me in the worst way possible. She’s the salvation that I seek but know that I can’t keep forever, and that’s what scares me.
Closing my eyes, I lean my head back and wipe the sweat out of my eyes, before leaning in close to her ear, breathing heavily. “Come home with me tonight.”
Without hesitating, she nods her head and whispers, “Yes. I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”
Slowly pulling out of her sensitive pussy, I moan out and grip my dick, pulling the condom off and tossing it into the trash while keeping my free hand on the back of her neck.
I look her beautiful slick body over, before bending down and pulling her panties back up while running my lips along her slender legs on the way up.
Her body shudders from the feel of my beard against her flesh, and her head tilts back as she bites her lip. “Your mouth hurts in the best way possible,” she breathes as I pull her dress down to cover her ass.
“Come here.”
Turning her around, I pull her into my arms and gently kiss her mouth, showing her just a sliver of the gentleman that I used to be.
“Let me grab my shit and we can go.”
“Alright,” she says gently. “Let me go say bye to Madison and make sure one of the guys will take care of her. I don’t want to leave her alone.”
“They both will,” I answer her, while opening the door for her and guiding her out to where her friend is enjoying herself with my guys.
Her friend looks up and waves her over as soon as she notices us walking toward them, so I release her waist and let her walk away.
Jax pushes a shot of whiskey my way and silently watches as I tilt it back. “Fuck!” I shake my head and slam the empty glass down. “Everything taken care of with the kid?”
“Hell yes,” Blaine chimes in. “I doubt that kid will have to worry again.”
I nod my head in contentment and watch the girls talking by the end of the bar.
“You boys good to take care of Madison? I’m taking Avalon with me.”
“You know it,” Blaine says. “She’s in good hands.”
“We’re about to close up here anyway,” Jax says. “Blaine and I will keep her company.”
“I bet you will,” I mutter, while pushing away from the bar. “I’m out.”
Walking over to the girls, I silently place my hand on Avalon’s waist, letting her know that we’re good to go.
“Text me later,” she says to her friend.
“You know I will,” Madison responds with a smile.
Taking off my jacket, I slip it over Avalon’s shoulders, right before opening the door for her to walk outside.
She snuggles up in it and lets me place my helmet on her head, before climbing onto my bike and holding on tightly as I take off.
Now all I want to do is get her in my bed and hold her until she falls asleep, knowing that she’s safe in my fucking arms.
I’m not ready to let anyone else get hurt . . .
I’VE BEEN LYING AWAKE FOR the last hour, running my fingers over Royal’s sweaty, tattooed chest, and watching him sleep.
It’s cold down here, yet he’s completely drenched, looking as if he’s battling something inside his head. I hate seeing him looking so pained, even in his sleep, and a part of me wants to wake him up and save him from whatever is haunting him.
Last night when we arrived at his house, he immediately brought me downstairs¸ undressed us both, and pulled me into his bed and into his arms, holding me tightly against him as he buried his face into my neck.
He held me close, not moving or talking the whole night, and I have a feeling that he just needed someone to hold onto. I was happy to be that for him, because the thought of it being anyone else kills me.
It may be wrong of me, but I don’t want anyone else touching this beautiful, pained man but me. I want to pull him close, caress his flawless face, and let him know that he’s not evil and that I think he’s just as good or even better than most people I know.