Page 51 of Smoke

She doesn’t look convinced; her eyes are steeped with unnecessary guilt.

“The guy, Cub.” She looks so pale, so fearful. Her body trembles against my touch. “The one who went to check the car?” I knew she would ask; still, I don’t want to answer.

“You don’t need to worry about anything.” I cradle her face in my hands, my palms to her cheeks, keeping my voice soft in an attempt to soothe her. “If anything, I’m to blame for putting you in this fucking messed up situation in the first place. This should never have touched you, or put your life at risk.”

God, I’ve played this so fucking wrong. I have puteveryone I hold dear in danger by stirring up a hornet’s nest. I should have known that Dunne would find out Tenley was a plant, feeding back information to us, not that he gave much away. What she had got had allowed us to follow him from his residence in the city out to what seemed to be his new HQ, out near Yerington. Ghost has been staking the place out for a couple of days now, feeding back what information he could, yet there’d been no indication that the Irish were about to hit us today.

I fucked up. I fucked up big time, risking my club, my brothers, but what devastates me the most is that I put an innocent woman’s life on the line.

“Tenley,” I lean closer, run my tongue against my dry lips. “I’m so fucking sorry,” I tell her earnestly.

“For what?” her lips part as she gasps, her warm breath wisps against the coolness of my wet mouth, and the need to kiss her is real.

“For using you, for standing back while you walked into dangerous territory, when I should have been the one protecting you.” I move in so our lips are so close that when I continue to speak, they almost touch. “For foolishly pushing you away when all I really wanted to do was to hold you closer, kiss the fuck out of you, and be inside you.”

Her eyes go wide, a pinkness blushes her cheeks as she stares back at me. I can see it in her eyes that she’s unsure whether to trust what I say.

“I don’t think I’ll ever regret anything more than walking away from you that day, when all I wanted was to stay and explore every inch of your fucking beautifulbody. Just the two of us getting lost in each other, making you come, over and over again. To tease your sweet pussy with my mouth, then bury my cock deep inside you and watch the flush on your cheeks when you scream out my name with your orgasm.”

“You hurt me,” she throws back, but there’s not a hint of malice within it.

“I know, and I fucking regret it,” I drop my head, shoulders slump as my remorse hits hard gripping my chest having me gasping for breath. “I’m not going to pretend to be a good man, you’re well aware of who I am, and what the Young Outlaws are about, but I can promise you I will never intentionally hurt you again, and will protect you with my life. I’ll try my fucking hardest to be a better man for you.”

“You don’t have to change, Smoke,” she smiles. “You just need to cut the leash that’s wrapped around your emotions.”

“What you don’t realize is that you’ve already had an impact on me.” I brush my lips against hers. It’s a soft kiss, that is far from what I really want to do, yet for now it will have to be enough. “I loved a woman once, still do, but I lost her. It ripped my world apart, and the pain was immeasurable. The only way I could cope with the hurt inside was to bury it even deeper, rain in my emotions and to concentrate on the club.”

“You’re talking about Violet?” she breathes.

“Yeah, she was sweet, loving and had an inner strength that was awe-inspiring.”

“She was the love of your life. Of that I know, from what little I could find out about your background.”She shuffles further towards me until she’s almost sitting in my lap. Her hand comes to my cheek. “She was murdered, wasn’t she?”

“She was. What I’m trying to say is that I never thought I could think of another woman the way I did, still do, about Violet. I thought that to have that intense connection, the kind that makes you feel forever seventeen, that injects a love for life deep into your very soul was a once in a lifetime thing. But you,” I cup her face in my hands. “You’ve changed that, and I truly think I can find that with you. If you’re willing to give me the chance.”

Before I give her chance to respond, I put my hands to the back of her head, holding her exactly where I want her while I cover her lips with mine and devour her mouth. Her response tells me exactly her answer, loud and clear, when she meets my kiss with equal fervor, having us both taking exactly what we need.

Moving my hands down past her shoulders to her back, I pull her gently into me, twisting us both until our bodies are entwined.

When we finally break the kiss we cling onto each other, breathless and dizzy from the incredible electricity that flows like lava in our veins.

“I want to be with you, Tenley. I want you to be mine. I can’t promise to be the man who abides by the law, does everything by the book. Still, I can promise you, I will worship you, love you and, if necessary, die for you.”

“How the hell can a girl say no to that?” she smiles before sealing the deal with another hot and steamy kiss.

Tenley

His kiss is so much more than I’ve experienced before. It’s powerful and demanding and takes away my breath with its intensity. The way he sucks on my lower lip before his tongue sweeps against mine sends a surge of sensations to my pussy, causing it to pulse, making it greedy for more.

“I need to see you,” he growls and slides one of the straps of my dress over my shoulders. It’s not enough to expose me to him and he curses with frustration. “Fuck it,” he hisses before bringing the thin strap between his teeth and pulling. One quick tug and the strap snaps, and the fabric falls further.

“Smoke! This is Oriana’s dress,” but my attempt at chastising him is quickly dismissed when he sucks my nipple into his hot, wet mouth. “Oh my God,” I pant as the sensation of earlier multiply tenfold. I can feel the arousal building between my legs, my panties wet from my juices. His mouth leaves me and I let out a frustrated whimper.

“Patience,” he says, before kissing me hard on the mouth. He moves until his knees are resting on each side of my hips. With his hands on my legs, he pushes up the fabric of my dress painfully slowly, while his gaze is firmly fixed on mine. The feel of the rough pads of his fingers against my inner thighs make goosebumps scatter across my skin. “You want to come, baby?” his deep voice rumbles in the otherwise quietness of the room, his fingers finding their way under the edge of my panty leg.

“Y… yes,” I plead when he touches the seam of my pussy.

“Jesus, you’re wet,” he growls as he slides two fingers inside me. “Fuck me, Ten. You’re so responsive to my touch. You’re fucking perfect.” His fingers thrust in deeper before pulling them all the way back to my entrance. Then he’s pumping them in and out, building up the speed. I barely manage a whimper when he slows, curls his fingers inside of me and begins stroking my G-spot.

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