He didn’t know what the fuck was happening to him. This drive had never consumed him with other women. He’d never cared about their pleasure, only his own.
“Please,” she said, begging him.
Forge knew he’d never get tired of hearing her.
He focused all his attention on her clit, sensing her body’s change, the drive toward orgasm, and he didn’t stop, letting her follow the peak, sliding over the crest until she fell over and screamed for more.
Seeing her come was one of the best sights in the world, and he wanted to do it again, but he wasn’t going to do it around the back of the diner. He had some tact. He pulled her jeans back on and eased them up her thighs, putting the button back through the loop before cupping her face.
She shook a little and he smiled down at her. “Are you okay?”
“I’ve never experienced anything like that,” she said.
“You’ve just had your first orgasm.”
“I have?” She licked her lips, looking left and right. “Can we do it again?”
He laughed, kissing her hard.
The taste of her was still on his lips but he didn’t care. Deepening the kiss, he plunged his tongue into her mouth. Beth wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.
“From now on,” he said, not pulling away from her. “Whenever you need release, you come to me.”
“I know.”
“No matter when you want it, or where, I’ll be there for you.”
“What about when you want it?”
He smiled. “Don’t you worry, I’m going to be keeping you busy. You won’t have to worry about any other women at the club.”
“I wasn’t thinking about the women at the club. I don’t want to share you either.”
He’d never done what a woman wanted of him. Never even considered what they wanted for him because his sole focus had been himself. When it came to Beth, he was already changing for her.
No man or rival club could ever find out how he felt. They’d see it as a weakness and take her from him. He’d never let it happen. He would protect her.
“You’ll have every single part of me.” It was the first and only time he’d ever make a declaration to a woman.
Chapter Four
She hadn’t said no.
Beth allowed Forge to have his way with her. Shouldn’t she have fought back? Had a backbone? Shouldn’t she have been disgusted he’d taken her innocence against a brick wall?
All she could think about was the skill of his tongue.
He’d brought her to the moon and back with ease, and her focus was getting in his bed for more wicked pleasure. The way he smelled, the sound of his voice, and firmness of his muscles—everything was an aphrodisiac. Yes, she’d been sold to Forge, and she should be horrified about everything that just happened. He was just as bad as her father in the grand scheme of things. But a huge part of her wanted to belong to the MC prez. She was already addicted to the way he spoke, the compliments, the devotion.
Beth hoped she wasn’t the flavor of the month. Until she was certain, she’d have to guard her heart. Her body, that belonged to Forge.
As she mounted the bike behind him, wrapping her arms around his hard waist, she marveled at the new sensations flooding her body. Her stomach was full of delicious food, and her pussy still hyper-sensitive. When the bike roared to life, it vibrated against her clit, nearly bringing her to another orgasm. She stifled a gasp and shifted in her seat. Forge looked to the side, a sly smirk on his face. God, he knew. How did he know?
She bit her lip as they raced down the road.
Time slipped away as they traveled along the lonely roadways lined with trees and sheer rock. A while later, they pulled up to a set of streetlights. It was civilization. Stores lined the streets ahead and there were some people on the sidewalks. Forge’s home was in the middle of nowhere, so this was different.
When the light turned green, he drove down the street before turning into a strip mall. Her nerves flared up. It felt like every set of eyes turned their way as the motorcycle crawled along the parking lot. The Harley engine rumbled, announcing their arrival. Did they know she’d been bought and sold? Were they judging her?
The more she looked at the people, the more she realized it was fear in their eyes. Forge’s presence, the revving of his motor, and likely his reputation had these people keeping their distance. For some reason, it turned her on. She was the woman on his bike, and he’d just had his mouth on her cunt. Beth felt a sense of power being Forge’s woman.
But she wasn’t really his woman. Not really. She was a novelty, and she didn’t have faith their unorthodox relationship would last the test of time.
For now, she’d soak up the affection, even if it was only skin deep. It was as much as she’d ever received.
Forge pulled in front of a clothing store and cut the engine. He set a booted foot on the ground, the leather of his jacket creaking when he moved to the side. “This is our stop.”
She carefully slipped off the bike, her legs feeling wobbly for a minute once on solid ground. Beth watched as Forge came to stand next to her. He was tall, jacked, and stood out in the outdoor plaza. He certainly didn’t look intimidated or concerned.
Forge jutted his chin at the store and began walking to the entrance. She followed, looking from side to side, very aware of their distant audience.
Little bells chimed against the glass door as they entered the store. No background
