I tried to push him away, but the big bastard grabbed ahold of my thighs and held me in place while he extended his tongue and slowly licked me from bottom to top. He groaned loudly, and I forgot how to breathe.
Continuing with his ministrations, I gasped for air and got lost in the pleasure his mouth was providing. My eyes flew open when he pushed two fingers inside me and started sliding them in and out causing my body to curl up on its own volition as my mouth opened in a silent scream.
And that’s when he curled those two fingers in a come-hither motion. My pussy clamped down on his fingers and pulsed with wave after wave of pleasure as I exploded into orgasmic ecstasy. “Copper,” I moaned, trying once again to pull him closer by his hair.
He climbed up my body and took my mouth with his, not caring one bit that he was covered with my arousal. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue, and surprisingly, I liked it.
My thoughts were interrupted when Copper pulled away and met my eyes. “Condom?” I asked.
“Already on, Locks,” he said right before he thrust his length inside my slick entrance and buried himself to the hilt in one fluid movement causing my body to slide from the force.
He let out a guttural groan but froze when I dug my nails into his back and used his shoulder to muffle the inhuman sound that bubbled up from deep within. “Locks?” he asked.
I could hear the worry in his voice, but I was too busy trying to breathe through the pain to answer him. When he started to pull out, I was quick to respond. “Don’t move,” I gasped and clung to his body.
“Layla, talk to me. What’s wrong?”
How was I supposed to answer that when I didn’t even know? I inhaled deeply and blew it out slowly. “M-my leg. The stitches are caught on something,” I blurted.
He turned his head and looked down the length of our bodies. “Looks like it’s the crocheted blanket under us. Let me ju—”
“No! Whenever you move, it pulls more.”
“Fuck. Shit. Okay, um—”
“Drop your weight on me and push up on your toes. Then, roll when I do,” I instructed.
He did what I asked without arguing. With his knees off the blanket, I was able to grab it while we rolled. Once I was sitting up, I quickly untangled the blanket from the line of stitches in my calf.
“Is your leg okay?” Copper asked.
“I think so. It’s not bleeding, and it doesn’t look like any came out,” I said and turned to look at him. The heat in his eyes was unmistakable.
“Good. Now get that fucking blanket off the bed so I can fuck you like I want to before you make me come by just sitting that hot pussy on my cock.”
With a flick of my wrist, the blanket went sailing to the floor. Copper’s knees came up, and his hands landed on my hips while he thrust upward. “Ride me, Locks.”
I started to move, tentatively at first, but soon had a steady rhythm going. I was really getting into it and thought I might come again—which had never happened before—when Copper suddenly sat up and flipped me to my back, following me down.
“Couldn’t take much more of you riding me looking like a fucking goddess,” he said and started moving at a steady pace with nice, hard thrusts.
He hooked my uninjured leg with his arm and brought it up, so my knee was damn near touching my chest, allowing him to sink even deeper into me. “Reach down and rub your clit for me. I want to feel that pussy squeezing my cock harder than it squeezed my fingers,” he ordered before sucking hard on my nipple.
“Copper,” I gasped as I moved my hand between our bodies. “Oh, fuck, don’t stop.”
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned and increased his pace. Half a dozen thrusts later, a second orgasm crashed through me moments before Copper found his own release.
He lowered his head and softly pressed his lips to mine. “Yeah,” he said softly, “we’re doing that again.”
15
Afew days had passed since things came to a head with Layla. I was still waiting to hear back from Badger about Evelyn’s whereabouts.
Even though I assured her the club would take care of her because she was family, she insisted upon earning her keep, as she put it. Much to my chagrin, I did need someone to fill in behind the bar since it was taking all hands on deck to work on the clubhouse repairs. When I asked her if she would be willing to fill in, she readily agreed andinformed me she had worked part-time as a bartender prior to being kidnapped.
Since she was going to be working at the clubhouse and Leigh lived in the opposite direction from my place, I convinced Layla to stay with me. I didn’t have anything fancy, but it was far from being a dump. Layla, however, acted like my house was comparable to an upscale penthouse. She also insisted on staying in a separate room. I didn’t like it, but, ultimately, it didn’t matter. I could fuck her in my room, the guest room, the kitchen, or wherever.
Being with Layla at night was the only thing keeping me from losing the last bits of my sanity. After a week of searching, we still had no idea who attacked the clubhouse. On top of that, Spazz hadn’t been able to find much information on the new President of the Disciples of Death. I couldn’t say I was surprised since we only knew the guy’s road name. And no one was talking. Boar and I had both put feelers out. Both of us had a few guys making rounds at local bars listening for chatter, and both of us had come up empty-handed.