Hearts: Motorcycle Club Romance (Savage Saints MC Book 7) Page 11

  The bike only stopped once, though, and that was in the parking deck of Panorama Towers. Joseph slung his arm across my shoulders as he led me to the elevator doors, and we had one waiting for us as soon as we got there. We wasted no time making out, with me jumping into his arms and him squeezing my ass as our tongues pressed on each other.

  My God, he smelled so good. Removed from the booze and the bar, even having just ridden a bike, I could still smell his pine-scented cologne. I got even more aroused being with him here; I nibbled on his ear and told him all sorts of naughty, dirty things I’d do to him.

  “You should make this elevator go to the very top floor,” I said. “It would give me time to treat you just right.”

  By this point, he’d put me back on the ground, but I was still able to tip-toe up to his ear while also pressing my hand onto his jeans, feeling his growing member of rather noticeable size. I actually pulled my hand away, not because it was terrifying or nerve-wracking, but simply because I wanted it to be a surprise when I took his pants off. It was fun to guess.

  Hell, this was all fun—and that was a word I had not associated with sex and romance in a long, long time. Even when I’d had sex before, it felt more like a chore, like “fuck, it’s been so long, might as well.” But that was removed now. That wasn’t going to be a problem.

  There was nothing that was “might as well” about this, that much was for sure.

  The doors opened on the twenty-first floor. Joseph took my hand and led me to his apartment, number 2115. As he put his key into the door, a momentary rush of panic hit me on two separate fronts.

  The first one was just a fear that Dom would be on the other side. The last person we needed to see here was Dom. Richard and Barber, at least, were subdued enough to be silent. But telling Dom something was akin to holding a microphone that connected to the entirety of The Red Door when you spoke to him. Everyone would find out sooner or later.

  The second one was a lot deeper than that. I knew that the scars I bore from my previous experiences were not just in my soul. They were visible for anyone who saw me naked. There was a reason that, for the last fifteen years or so, I had never had sex with the lights on.

  But I had to trust Joseph. No, I wanted to trust Joseph. I did trust Joseph.

  Maybe he didn’t deal with abuse, but he knew better than to judge someone for things from the past. Others might have questions, push me away, or outright mock me. But Joseph wouldn’t. He hadn’t.

  Still, I couldn’t quite shake the nerves as I walked into his place, which was immaculately clean.

  “Wow,” I said, walking up to the window and taking in the view of the Strip. “A little better than my place. Did you clean this morning?”

  Joseph sheepishly nodded.

  “Better safe than sorry. Had nothing to do with assuming anything, just to be clear. I—”

  “It’s fine, Joseph.”

  It was strangely reassuring to see that he was as nervous and excited as I was. Probably for very different reasons, but still. Just because we’d been created from different slabs of stones didn’t mean we didn’t both had cracks in our layers.

  He came over to me, wrapped his arms around me, and then gently began nibbling on my neck. I tilted my head to the side, giving him access as his hips pressed against my ass. We were putting on a show for all of Las Vegas, and I was more than happy to give Sin City a sensual show it wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

  “Oh, fuck, Joseph,” I murmured as he reached under my shirt, grabbed my sides, and squeezed. His hands worked their way up until they were over my bra, massaging and caressing my breasts over the clothing. Just… get… under there.

  I turned to him when he didn’t move quickly enough, deciding to take matters into my own hands. I grabbed him by the collar, kissed him, and then pulled his ear to me.

  “Take me to your room,” I said, breathing heavily.

  Joseph kissed me and then gently guided me backward to what I could only hope was his bedroom—which, I noted, had the lights turned off. He shifted my direction a few times before suddenly hoisting me up and tossing me onto his bed, making me feel extraordinarily light and sexy all over again.

  It was easy to forget sometimes how, with his size, Joseph was easily the biggest guy in the club. He wasn’t named Pork because he was fat; he was named so because he ate all. The. Damn. Time.

  Apparently, that had its benefits, including the ability to lift curvy women like myself into the air and onto his bed.

  I smiled as he tore off his shirt, and the visible abs—all six of them—confirmed the notion that Pork was more muscular than he was fat and chubby. He crawled forward on the bed as I hurried to get my shirt and bra off. Though I unhooked my bra, I left it for him to take off. It was like giving a little kid a present on Christmas—unwrapping it was half the fun.

  He started back at my lips, his hips again thrusting into mine, grinding and pleasuring my sex. He made his way back down, and when he got to my breasts, he took his sweet time running his tongue over each one. I could have come from the pleasure of that alone—and only because it was Joseph.

  When he finished kissing my breasts one last time, he trailed down my stomach, getting to the one area that I was self-conscious about. No, it wasn’t because I was fat, though I would be the first to admit that there were plenty of women thinner than me at the parties and in the dance troupe.

  Like I said, some scars didn’t just reside beneath the surface.

  If Joseph noticed, though, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he had my jeans and underwear off in one fell swoop, and he went to kissing my feet and working his way down. The paranoia about him reacting to the remaining signs of abuse on my stomach faded, and I regained my arousal. Fear removed itself, and as he approached my sex, my legs began to clamp on his head in anticipation.

  “You ready?” he asked.

  “What am I, a fucking virgin?” I said, grabbing his head. “Get in there and make me come!”

  Yeah, I was a little demanding. With a sex life as bad as mine and a man as hot as Joseph in front of me, could you fucking forgive me?

  Like the dutiful man that he was, Joseph did as ordered. He hovered an inch before my pussy, sniffing it and murmuring in pleasure. He hadn’t even touched me, and I was already getting more aroused. Fuck. This was worth the wait. This—

  Was worth the wait!

  Joseph kissed my folds. It seemed to stop time. The moment froze before me, and even though the physical sensation passed moments later, it felt like a memory I’d archive forever. Joseph, in nothing but his jeans, his eyes glaring up at me, everything below his nose buried into me, his lips pressed into mine, the rush of warmth spreading through my body.

  Fuck. Yes.

  To say that the rest of Joseph’s time between my legs was as good as the start was incomplete—it was better. He had a way of knowing exactly how I got off so well—he licked, pressed, and sucked with such uncanny knowledge of what would best get me off next—that I almost wondered if he had been a lover of mine from the past that I had forgotten. That, or he was fucking clairvoyant.

  It only took him about two minutes to get me to orgasm. I had come in the last decade, but most often through toys. I think one man in that time had gotten me off. So for Joseph to do it…

  It wasn’t just physical. It was that I could trust him.

  I could trust him to treat me right, to do me well, to take me and to do whatever he wanted, knowing I would be safe and secure in his grasp.

  He wasn’t just using me to get off. I wasn’t just a target, a goal, a bucket list item. I was Tanya Reed to him. I didn’t have to be Mama.

  I could just be me.

  When I finished coming—a sensation that again was akin to freezing time, again a memory that I fully intended on accessing many times in the future—I sat up and kissed Joseph on the lips. I did not give a shit at all that I could taste myself on him. I preferred to think of it as me tasting his work, his skilled tong
ue, his magnificent lips.

  “Your turn,” I said.

  This was the surprise I’d been waiting for at the bar. Like a trailer that got people really hyped for a movie, the brief grope that I’d had of his cock had told me I was in for something big and thick. Two words came to mind as I hoped for the best. Automatic. Orgasm.

  I had him on his back and was working at ripping his pants off. In the dark, it was a little hard to see exactly what his cock looked like, but I sure could make out the shape. It did more than not disappoint—it exceeded my expectations.

  “You’ve been packing this the whole time?” I said in shock. “Fuck, Joseph, if I’d known, I might have made the move first.”

  Joseph just chuckled and didn’t say anything, which was the best thing he could have done. Someone like Dom would have made an arrogant comment that would have just ruined the moment for me, but Joseph’s subdued humility right now made me like him even more.

  “Now, lie back, close your eyes, and let me go to work.”

  Joseph did as commanded, though he definitely sneaked a couple of looks my way as I put my hair back, stroked him a few times, and then licked him from the base to the tip. I knew damn well what I was doing, and if I wanted to, I could’ve gotten Joseph to come in the span of seconds.

  That wasn’t going to happen, of course. Call me greedy, but after years without good sex, I was going to make him wait for at least one more orgasm from me before he could have his own.

  But heavens, that didn’t mean I couldn’t give him a little something along the way.

  When I reached the tip, I slithered my tongue all over him, drawing some nice, loud moans. I smiled and let out a short chuckle as I tortured him—oh, he really liked the flickering of the tip; that was going to be a spot I went back to in the future. I eventually deepthroated him until I had to come up for air.

  “Jesus,” Joseph said.

  “Fuck, that felt amazing.”

  “Oh, really? I might just have to go back to it.”

  Not yet, though.

  I let him enjoy a few more moments of pleasure, alternating between pumping him and sucking him before I grew greedy for a second orgasm. I brought my knees forward, sat up, and stroked him casually and slowly.

  “Get a condom on,” I said. “Now. I want to fuck you.”

  Joseph didn’t need to be told twice. He didn’t need to be told once; he was already in the act of moving toward his nightstand when I came up to him. But, hey, I was greedy and horny. Mama wasn’t just a persona that bossed around others at The Red Door.

  Joseph hurried to get the condom on, even getting the wrong end on first before quickly correcting himself. I almost just said fuck it to the condom to climb on his cock right there. I didn’t have much desire to wait any longer than I had to, and I trusted that Joseph was clean. I was—I didn’t have sex enough to make it happen.

  Almost was the keyword, though. I was still a responsible lady, and I wasn’t about to let a poor sexual decision put me in a bad place.

  Or get hurt again, I thought.

  Once Joseph had it on, I didn’t wait for permission. I hovered over him, ran his cock over my clit, and moaned as I rubbed all over it.

  “I want this inside me so bad,” I said. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want to be inside you,” he said, gasping.

  “Tell me again, Joseph.”

  “I want to fucking be inside you!”

  “Good boy,” I said as I sat up a bit, positioned him properly, and lowered myself.

  He filled me perfectly. I mean, holy fuck—if you could have designed a cock to match me perfectly, Joseph would have been it.

  “Oh my God,” I said, more of an utterance that barely escaped my lips than an actual, coherent sentence.

  There was no buildup. There was no gradual, “breaking in” phase with Joseph. I immediately swung my hips as hard and fast as I could, eager and desperate to feel an orgasm through his penetration.

  He did the smart thing, putting his hands on my hips and helping me go, but not affecting it otherwise. This was my chance to straddle Joseph, make him mine, and then let him do whatever he wanted.

  You could say I was a little dominant in bed, but I didn’t care. I needed this. I fucking had to have this.

  A minute later, the tension was building within me, all of me clenching in anticipation. About three seconds after that, I was shaking and quivering all over, crying out and begging for the pleasure to not be so intense—but also simultaneously hoping it would last forever. When I slowed down, it felt like a lifetime later.

  I certainly felt like I had a whole new life to me.

  “You came?” he asked.

  “Fuck yes, I did,” I said. “Oh my God, Joseph.”

  I looked into his eyes and stared at the man that I now knew I’d have around for much, much longer. We’d have to eventually figure out how to break it to the rest of the club.

  But right now? Oh my fucking God. Right now. Right now! He was mine.

  “How do you want me?” I said. “Put me in your favorite spot.”

  “Get on all fours.”

  Now it was his turn to command me. After my chance to boss him around and get off, I was more than happy to let him have his fun. Everything else was just gravy at this point.

  I climbed off of him, stuck my ass into the air, and waited for him to take me. I felt his firm, strong hands grab the side of my hips. I felt his cock slide around my ass. I felt him inside me.

  And then it was like a violent earthquake struck.

  I came a third time when he was behind me, and this time, with Joseph in charge, there was no coming down. There was just a mere passing on from the third orgasm to the fourth. It took a little longer, as I didn’t have quite the pent up energy as before, but with Joseph, that merely meant instead of a minute, it took maybe a minute and a half, maybe two minutes.

  He was just so good. I was now also so determined. He was going to come to me a lot more often.

  He put me on my back and slid in on top of me, kissing me as he murmured about how he was going to come.

  “Give it to me,” I said. “Come in me, Joseph, come!”

  Like the good man that he was, after some grunts, he then came with a force into me, his cock quivering and unloading into the condom. I bit into his neck and kissed him as he came, relishing in the swelling and pulsing feeling that came from him.

  And then, just like that, he was done.

  And we were done.

  But not until we’d had a combined five orgasms between us, and I knew if he’d really tried, we would have gotten to six. But let’s face it: I couldn’t be that greedy.

  Not yet, anyway. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe in the morning.

  “Jesus H. Christ, Joseph,” I said. “You know how to treat a lady right.”

  “Hah,” he replied. “You were so warm and tight. It was easy to keep going.”

  I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

  “But you know what’s the best part?” I said. “You make it easy to want to keep this going.”

  I felt a little nervous as soon as I said it, a bit worried that Joseph might react negatively. He might feel pressured. Granted, he had pushed for this to happen, but I’d learned never to assume men wanted a relationship until, after the first round of sex, they showed they wanted to stick around.

  But to my delight, he leaned in to kiss me on the lips.

  “Glad you said it,” he said. “Be right back.”

  He stood up and headed to the bathroom, flicking on a light in there. I simply lay there, relishing in the warm glow running through my body. I could have lay there all night, falling asleep right where I was. I didn’t care how hot or cold it was, I just wanted—

  The light flicked on.

  All of my body was exposed.

  I quickly found the blankets and threw them on, but I could see by Joseph’s expression, he had already seen something.

  “What’s going on?”
he said.

  “Nothing.”

  But he knew better than to believe me. He came over, sat by the edge of the bed, and laid down next to me.

  “What’s really going on, Tanya?”

  I sighed.

  “You know how I said I was abused in my last relationship?”

  I flipped off the covers and let him see it all. I felt more naked here than I did when I was having sex. Naked in the dark was pleasurable. Naked in the light was a nightmare. I might have been one of the few people in the world more comfortable in the darkness than the light.

  “Now you see the proof,” I said. “I bear scars on my stomach from Stewart. I’m not proud of it; in fact, I’m pretty ashamed of it. It’s going to follow me for the rest of my days, and I’ve accepted that. I’m just… I don’t like people to know about it.”

  “Why?”

  I bit my lip.

  “I don’t want people to know that I’m not as tough as I look.”

  Joseph came over, kissed me on the forehead, and held me as I felt my eyes fill with tears.

  “You’re even tougher than you look,” he said. “You know why? Because you survived some asshole doing this to you and you’re still open to us trying this.”

  “It took me years, Joseph,” I said, my voice trembling. “It took me too long. I pushed you away for a long time.”

  “But not forever,” he said. “And for that, I will forever be grateful.”

  I let the tears fall down. Joseph turned to kiss me, holding me against all of the threats and dangers in my mind and the world. I said that he made me feel safe before, but I’d never felt more properly guarded and cared for than right there. I only hoped that I could provide a tenth of the support to him as I did.

  “You know,” I said. “I’d said that I didn’t want to spend the night because it was too fast. That was true. But it was because I figured if I spent the night, in the morning, you’d see these scars. I didn’t want you to. But now that you have…”

  “You want to spend the night?”