With difficulty, he ended the kiss gently, not wanting to stop but unwilling to go any further until they were clear as to exactly what he wanted from her. Cupping her face in his big hands, Bohannon stared into her eyes for long moments. Then he groaned and pulled her into his arms, encircling her tightly in a wall of protection he dared anyone to try and break.

  Chapter Seven

  “Bohannon,” she sighed, trying out the name in an affectionate manner. He was right. This wasn’t the same man she’d known as a little girl.

  “Now, tell me what your objections are.”

  “I want you, too,” she said. “I just don’t understand this world. And it’s not just the violence. I expected that after seeing what Markus was into with Scars and Bars.”

  “Then what?”

  She swallowed. This was difficult. Not to mention embarrassing. Finally she just lifted her chin and blurted it out as defiantly as she could. “That blonde. My tits ain’t that big, Bohannon, and I ain’t wearing anything like she did in front of anyone. Not for you or anyone else.”

  Bohannon’s instant and boisterous laughter was at once annoying and hurt just a little. If he was making fun of her, she’d never forgive him.

  “It’s not that funny,” she grumbled, pushing away from him. When he simply tightened his hold on her, that infuriating laughter still making his chest rumble and her nipples tighten, she slapped at him. “Let me up, you ape!” She’d used to call him that when she was really annoyed and it just slipped out.

  “Not a chance, my beautiful little Indian princess.” His pet name for her when he was trying to rile her. When she was eight, it had made her kick him in the shins more than once. Now, it softened her heart, any resolve she might have held on to flying out the window. “We talk this out now so I can fuck you later.”

  She exhaled in a rush of white-hot heat. He’d murmured his wickedness next to her ear so his breath tickled, causing more sensation. “What makes you think I’m going to let you? I’m pretty sure I’m angry with you for laughing at me just now.”

  He nuzzled her hair out of the way only to tug on her earlobe with his teeth. “I wasn’t laughing at you, sweetheart. I was laughing at myself. Because I can just imagine my brothers’ reaction when I started killing anyone who even glanced your way if you wore something like Jaz had on. Sure she has big tits, but she’s overblown and does it to attract a certain kind of man. You, on the other hand, just scream natural beauty. Any man in this club would love to get your clothes off and appreciate the treasure you are. I’m not at all good with that. If I get my way, I’ll have you covered from neck to toes in something very unflattering.”

  That got Luna to giggle. Just a little. Until she was actually clinging to Bohannon, laughing until tears streamed down her face. “I don’t even know what to say to that.”

  “You say nothing. Just tell me what else is bothering you. What else do I have to make better before you accept you’re mine?”

  The smile faded from her slowly, and she again raised her hand to his face. His beard was rough, but not prickly. She found she liked the texture and wondered what it would feel like against her skin. That thought made her tremble because she knew that was exactly what he intended to do. He’d use it as a sensual weapon against her. She’d lose her mind and let him do whatever he wanted. “I know Bones doesn’t care what happens to Markus, but I do. I have to save him. At least give him a chance to pull his life together.”

  His expression instantly went blank, and Luna could see this wasn’t a laughing matter to him. He took the subject of her brother very seriously. “I won’t lie, Luna. Never to you. And never to get what I want from you. I’ll do my best to see him helped, but I won’t promise. He’s a grown-ass man, more than ten years older than you. You shouldn’t be the one trying to save his soul, Luna.” He held her gaze for several moments before continuing. “As far as I’m concerned, he’s already betrayed you by dragging you into his mess simply to save his own ass. When Scars and Bars come for you -- and they will come for you -- if he’s with them, he’d better prove he’s there to save your ass. If not, there’s nothing I can do for him.”

  Luna absorbed that. Took his words in and truly processed them and all they meant. After long moments, she nodded. After all, Bohannon was right. “I love him, Bohannon.”

  “I know, baby. But he’s a man. He’s made his own choices and damned the consequences. He has to live with them now.”

  “What about me? I have to live with them, too.”

  “No, honey. You’re making yourself live with the consequences of his actions because you love him. What you haven’t realized yet is that you can’t keep making yourself miserable for someone who doesn’t appreciate what you’re doing and doesn’t care that you’re miserable. You’ve tried everything, even to the point of putting yourself in danger. It stops now. It stops because I’m taking over, and you’re going to let me. Why? Because I have your best interest at heart.” When she opened her mouth to protest, he added, “And because I’m bigger than you. I can -- and will -- force the issue.”

  Luna gave a little exasperated snort. “I was with you until the end. You just had to go all macho on me.”

  He grinned. “I’m the enforcer of Bones, my little Indian princess. It’s not in my nature to coax, or even ask. I just do what’s necessary to safeguard my club. Like it or not, you’re part of my world now. You’re included in that circle of protection.”

  “Are you always such a bully?”

  “No. I’m usually worse. I’m being semi-civil for you.”

  His eyes glittered with teasing mirth, but Luna knew he was serious. “But you’ll at least give him a chance?”

  “For you. No one else could persuade me to do anything other than let nature take its course. For you, I’ll give him the choice of his freedom, or becoming a prospect for Bones. Like Pig and Kickstand. It’ll allow us to monitor him. He don’t walk the straight and narrow, he gets convinced he needs to.”

  “And if it doesn’t work?”

  “We’ll deal with that if we come to it. Don’t borrow trouble, princess.”

  “That’s probably the only chance he has.” She looked up at him, again stroking his face. “I can’t ask for more than that, Bohannon.”

  “We good then? Because I have plans for you tonight, and they don’t involve your fucking brother in any way.”

  * * *

  The woman would be the death of him, Bohannon decided. Not only did she have him wrapped around her little finger, but she truly didn’t realize it. She could ask for the world, and he’d give it to her. Saving her brother seemed a small price to pay. Cain would probably kill him for even considering Markus as a prospect without consulting the president. As a rule, only serious men were considered as prospective club members. They’d made an exception for Arkham’s young cousins because of sacrifices Arkham had made on behalf of the club. Bohannon was pushing and knew it.

  “Plans?” Luna swallowed, but nibbled her bottom lip. Bohannon knew women. This one was interested. She just didn’t know how to express that interest.

  “Oh, yeah. Unless you tell me not to, I’m going to do wicked things to your little body all fucking night.”

  “What kind of wicked things?”

  That was the exact right question. Bohannon took it as his permission. He pulled her closer, lifting her until she wrapped her legs around his waist. “How ‘bout I show you?”

  Between kisses, she breathed, “Yes. Do that.”

  The bedroom wasn’t nearly close enough, but Bohannon sure as shit wasn’t taking her anywhere else for their first time together. Later, after he’d explored every inch of her lush curves, learned what every sigh, cry, and scream meant, he’d take her all over the fucking place.

  How he made it to his bed, Bohannon would never know. He certainly bumped into more than a few things. He seemed to remember knocking over a lamp somewhere, but wasn’t sure exactly where. By the time he got them into the bedroom and kicked the door shut, he was ravenous for her.

  Luna tugged at his clothing the same as he did hers. When he finally had to set her on her feet to tug off his boots, she was shedding clothing just as fast as he was. She was so much smaller than him! Just watching as his hands nearly spanned her tiny waist was a huge turn on. His cock ached like a motherfucker, and he was barely holding himself together.

  Her breathing came in quick little pants, whimpers occasionally escaping when she couldn’t get undressed fast enough. Those sounds only fueled his own growls of need and the desperate desire to claim her for his own. Luna kept glancing his way, as if to make sure he was still there. Bohannon never took his gaze from hers, needing to make sure she was really doing this because she wanted to. The last thing he wanted was for her to think sex with him was the price for her brother’s life.

  Finally, when they were both naked, he tossed her on the bed and covered her with his much larger frame. “Look at me, baby.” He threaded his fingers through her long silken tresses, forcing her to obey him. “This is us. No one else. Don’t do this if it’s not exactly what you want. I’m a bastard, but I’m not fucked up enough to make you trade your body for your brother’s life.”

  She blinked up at him, clearly confused. “I… what?”

  He cleared his throat, wincing at his bungling of something so fucking important. Unfortunately, his brain had deserted him. He was reduced to nothing more than primal instinct. “Don’t fuck me because you think it’s the only way to save Markus. Fuck me because you can’t stand for me not to be inside your little cunt one more second!” His hand tightened in her hair, forcing her to really see him. He knew he couldn’t disguise the need he had. Not only was his cock hard as fucking steel, but there was no doubt in his mind his expression was brutally intense. There was no way she could fail to notice either. And he wasn’t altogether sure he could stop himself if she denied him.

  “Bohannon, you’re the only person in my thoughts right now. So put up or shut up, biker boy.”

  There was a silence while Bohannon tried to process this. She was a snippy little thing. Which gave him enough control to prevent himself from cramming his dick inside her to get some semblance of relief. Which would have been a terrible idea. He let out a breath and a short, barked laugh came out instead.

  “You’re priceless,” he finally managed between chuckles. “So Goddamned priceless. And you’re all mine.”

  “I am.” She stretched languidly before growing serious once more. She laid one small hand on the side of his face, petting his beard as if fascinated with the texture. “I have a confession to make, and now seems like the best time.”

  Bohannon cocked his head, sensing a trap but not really caring. She’d trapped him from the first second he’d realized who she was. “And?”

  “When I was a little girl, I always thought of you as mine. I think that was what hurt most about you leaving.” When he opened his mouth to question her, she cut him off with those small fingers to his lips. “I don’t mean in a sexual way. That’s not even remotely close. I mean, like… I don’t know.” Her brow furrowed as if she were trying really hard to explain but not certain she could even understand it herself. “I just thought you’d always be in my life. Like we were partners. We’d always be together in a happily-ever-after sort of way.”

  “We will be, Luna. I swear it.”

  “Then prove it,” she challenged, her eyes glinting in her own mirth. “Make me yours.”

  “You have to know, once I do this, it’s done. Hell, it’s already done. You’re never leaving me, no matter what.”

  “You aren’t listening to me, Bohannon.” She smiled even as she tugged on his beard until she could lick at his bottom lip. “I’m the one not letting you go.”

  It was all the encouragement he needed. Bohannon clung to Luna like she was his last lifeline. In a way, he supposed she was. Leaving that impossibly sweet eight-year-old had been the hardest thing he’d ever done. Protecting her had always been a priority to him, but he’d been a twenty-one-year-old with no real idea of how the world worked. If he’d stayed, it would have been weird. Leaving and hoping Markus would follow him had been the logical choice. The best choice for him. Had it been the best for Luna?

  Right now, her tongue danced with his, forgiving anything he felt the need to ask her for. She wanted him. He wanted her. She wasn’t that innocent eight-year-old, but he wasn’t the naïve twenty-one-year-old hoping to save a little girl with no real understanding of why he felt that way. They were both adults. If she was too young for him, that was their business. No one else’s.

  Bohannon pressed his full weight on Luna, loving the way his body covered hers completely. Only her limbs were free, and she wrapped them around him, holding him to her the same way he was trapping her to him. They kissed for long, long moments. Bohannon savored the luxury of simply doing that. But her breasts stabbed into his chest, their nipples like little pebbles trapped between them. Her pussy was wet and growing wetter by the second. Her whimpers escaped with increasing fervor as they kissed, and she rocked her pelvis against his abdomen, leaving a slick, damp trail on his skin.

  “God, woman,” he bit out hoarsely. “Need you bad!”

  “Need you too. Bohannon!”

  “Can’t do this right. Can’t take my time.”

  “I’m ready for you. You know that.” Her voice was a mere thread of sound, the needy timbre tugging at his cock as if she’d reached between them to stroke him.

  “You been with a man before?”

  She blinked, again, looking adorably confused. “I… yes. One.”

  A seething rage bubbled up inside Bohannon he needed to suppress at all costs. It wasn’t the fact she’d been with another man. He’d been with more women than he could count. Still, he wanted to find the fuck who’d taken his woman’s virginity and pound him into the ground.

  “He make it good for you?”

  “I thought so,” she confessed, still arching against him. Her breasts slid up his chest in a sensual glide as her pussy moved over his abdomen. His cock was tucked beneath her ass, occasionally pressing between her cheeks to nestle there. Which wasn’t helping anything. “But I’ve never felt like this. Never.”

  “Did he at least get you off?”

  “Why are you asking this now?” Her question was all but a wail. Luna was beginning to thrash beneath him. One hand went between them to grasp his cock, aiming it where she needed him most. At the first touch of her wet little cunt around the head of his dick, Bohannon nearly shot off. Somehow, he stilled her. He snatched her hand away, pulling both of her arms above her head and holding them there in one of his. His body pinned hers to the bed ruthlessly, not letting her much more than breathe. Still, she wiggled.

  “Because I’m going to make you come so hard and so fucking many times you’re mindless with it, and I need to know if you can handle it!”

  When she only blinked up at him, her mouth forming a silent “O” of surprise, he let his cock find the cleft of her pussy and rocked against her. He swore he could feel her little clit pulsing against him as he rubbed over it.

  “Bohannon, please! I need you inside me!”

  “Answer the Goddamned question!”

  “No! He didn’t make me come! It was good, but I’ve only ever gotten off by myself!”

  A groan of defeat was pulled from Bohannon’s chest. The images her confession put into his brain were wicked. Sinful, even! He’d explore every single one of them with her, too. Just not now. Now, he needed to be inside her. To fuck her until they were both eased. He knew he’d never be satisfied. Not with Luna. She could make him a beggar with how much he needed her.

  “Fuck,” he swore as he guided the head of his cock to her entrance. “Gonna fuck you all fucking night.” With that, he eased himself inside her, taking his time to savor the first experience.

  She was tight, and so fucking hot he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Luna shuddered against him, digging her heels into his ass and urging him on. When he slid out of her, she cried out, tightening her hold on him until he eased back inside her. Farther this time. Out. Back in. Until, finally, his balls tucked against her and they were joined fully.

  “Now, my little Indian princess. We fuck.”

  “Yes,” she breathed. “Oh, God, yes!”

  He released her hands as he began a slow, sensual movement, gliding in and out of her in measured thrusts. He held her gaze, needing to make sure he wasn’t hurting her before he completely lost his mind.

  “You good?”

  “No! I’m dying! Move!”

  Had this been a normal encounter, Bohannon would have laughed at the little bite to her voice. Instead, he buried his face in her neck and bit down as he surged into her with ever-increasing thrusts. “Little wench!”

  “God! Bohannon!”

  Luna planted her feet on the mattress and used all her strength to meet Bohannon thrust for thrust. It didn’t take her long to find his rhythm and match it, bringing their bodies together with a steady slap. She’d told Bohannon the truth about her previous encounters. They’d been pleasant, but nothing like this. Maybe her choice of lover hadn’t been good. He’d been her age, and they’d only had sex twice. Neither of them had much experience, and it was more enthusiastic then skilled. This was… both. And intense. She could tell when she looked into his eyes, when she felt his body shuddering above hers, he was just as affected as she was.

  Even pleasuring herself, nothing even came close to this. Maybe it was the man. Maybe it was his confident skill and expert touch. All she knew was she was holding him to his promise. He was hers just as she was his.

  As he drove in and out of her, Luna’s breath came in little gasps. She met him eagerly, needing everything he gave and wanting to reciprocate. She scratched her nails down his back -- which he seemed to revel in -- and slid her hands down to his ass. Taking a firm grip on each cheek, she sank her nails in, digging into him like spurs to a horse.

 

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