Even if it meant we had just one night.
“This?”
“Yes, I mean I know you have a girlfriend back home so we can’t make this a regular thing.” I squealed as he pressed me down. His hands pressing my hands to the mattress. His eyes blazing in his head. “Stop talking Chelsea. I don’t know how we are going to manage to see each other when we get home but we are. I will work something out.” Leaning down his lips captured mine. “This isn’t a one-night thing for me.”
“It’s not for me either. But you have a girlfriend. I already feel like a bitch for….” he silenced me. His tongue sliding along my bottom lip. “Things with Melody are ….” He seemed to search his mind for the right word. “Complicated. It’s not what you think it is. But if we are going to do this, we have to do it my way, Chelsea. Too much is at stake. Can you do that?”
I barely heard him. I was too busy doing a happy dance in my head. He was talking about us being in a relationship.
Wicked, the biggest man whore in the Black Aces was talking like he wanted to be in a relationship with me.
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We had nasty shower sex the next morning. Or at least I assumed it was nasty. It sure was a workout. If Wicked hadn’t kept his hands firmly on me I was pretty sure I would have fallen and cracked my head open. But he didn’t let go. And I didn’t fall.
What I did have were several mind-numbing orgasms. And I wanted more of them. I always had been a bit greedy. Being with Wicked was bringing that side out in me.
I wanted more. More sex, more orgasms. More of him. But I knew that we wouldn’t be able to carry on like we had been when we got home.
The thought made me pout. I didn’t want to have to hide our relationship or whatever this was. I wanted everyone to know.
And I wanted Melody out of his bed for good. She didn’t belong there.
I did.
“You do realise that we will have to be careful back home?” Wicked’s fingers slid up and down my leg as it lay across his lap on the couch. I was wearing nothing but a towel and his hand was edging higher and higher. Soon it would disappear under the towel totally. Or he would rip the material from around my body.
Either one was fine by me. I couldn’t wait to get dirty with him again.
“Like really careful Chelsea.” It was like he could read my mind. Or maybe he had been thinking about it as well. His hand slipped higher. Edging under the hem of the towel. “I’m not sure how I am going to keep my hand off of you though.” Wicked’s eyes glinted. And I found myself smiling.
“I don’t know how I’m going to cope seeing you with…..”
He didn’t let me finish. Crushing me down against the plump couch cushions he moulded his lips over mine. “You know that it's you I want to be with Chelsea. But I need Melody for now. The club needs her support. I won't touch her but for now, it needs to look like I am with her. If you can't handle it… “ he trailed off. His face thoughtful.
“I can deal. As long as….” my eyes slipped away from his. I wanted to be able to deal with it.
“I won't touch her Chelsea. I have never touched her.”
I wanted to believe him. I really did.
His mobile ringing sounded shrill. Wicked frowned. “It’s your brother.” Holding up a hand for quiet he answered it.
“Wicked.” His face looked thoughtful for a second but his fingers didn’t stop their endless up and down on my thighs. “Yeah, she’s here with me now. Yeah yeah.” I couldn’t hear what my brother was saying but I was betting he was going into one of his usual brotherly rants. “She’s agreed to come home. So we will be leaving either tonight or in the morning.” He winked at me. “Here talk to your brother.” He passed the phone over. Laughing silently at my frown as I took it.
“Hello Ruin.” Sighing I waited for my telling off to start.
“You’re really coming home?”
His lack of shouting surprised me. “Yes, I feel that I need to be around people who care about me right now. Until I sort my head out.”
“You do little sister. You need to be around people who love you. I’m glad you aren’t giving Wicked too much trouble.” He laughed, trying to lighten the mood. But I barely heard him.
Did Wicked love me? Because I sure as hell was in love with him.
“I’m being good, I promise.” A moan tumbled from my lips as Wickeds rough fingers breached my tender flesh. Parting me and delving deep inside. I didn’t mean to make a sound, I honestly couldn’t help it.
“What was that?” Ruins voice was sharp. Not much got passed, my brother. Even over the phone.