The Biker's Rules novel Chapter 48

***POV – Damion

WARNING – sex scene!!

I wake up to an empty bed and for a brief moment panic strikes through my heart, something wholly new to me. I never get scared or freak out, never. I m always in control – until now. Mel is messing with my whole fricking being.

For a second I thought she might have left, or that D took her, but then I hear her moving in the bathroom. Her phone is on the nightstand and I take it to see what time it is.

There s a message on the screen. She must ve forgotten to close it after reading it. It s from the asshole ex-boyfriend.

Ren: Mel, we need to talk about Damion. #TruthMustComeOut

Ug, suddenly I have a cramp in my tummy. Will it be so bad if I just snap his neck or something? I mean, one less irritating douchebag on earth won t be so bad will it? I take a deep breath, hold it in for a few seconds before releasing it.

Damn, I seriously need to push the demons that are trying to escape back, I need control. I pick up my phone and send a quick message. The next moment she walks out of the bathroom, dressed in my team jacket. She crawls onto the bed and the sheet lifts again.

I drop the phone on the bed. I usually don t get hard this fast around any woman, I m always the master of my desires, but it s as if she s manipulating my dick. But I like it, no, I love it. Voodoo-fucking-witch!

"I think you re ride might need a checkup." She softly teases her lips against my ear. She takes my lob into her mouth and softly nibbles on it, and I m lost. I close my eyes and groan with pleasure, can t help it. Then she moves her lips down my neck until she sucks on my nipple, her hands on my hips. She sits up and pulls the jacket zipper down slowly and I feel like ripping the freaking thing off of her, but I hold myself in, liking the little strip-show a bit too much.

Then the jacket flares open and expose her naked body underneath. My cock does the macarena double time. Without thinking I throw her around and press her onto the bed, my one hand pinning both her arms above her head. I slide my other hand down parting her legs and feel the warm liquid flowing from her. She s already wet as shit, ready for me and I enter her slowly with my finger, taking my time, I thrust in a little and then back out again while sucking on her nipples. My thumb caresses her clit with deliberately slow circling movements, spreading her juices all over her eagerly. She moans, spreading her legs more, moving her hips in small thrusting movements against my hand, so I stop and move my hand away and down her leg. I love how responsive she is to my touch.

I ve never truly cared about satisfying the girl much, I was more focused on my own needs – selfish I know, but what did I care. But now, with her, it s as if my need is interlinked with her pleasure. Seeing her cum is even better than me exploding into her, and that s saying a lot. Cause climaxing with her is like going to heaven, a place where there s no darkness at all only light.

She opens her eyes and looks at me confused, moaning, her blue eyes full of lust staring at me from below her long dark lashes. I feel the love filling me, dominating my whole body and I m more than ready to claim her again and again.

"Don t you dare stop now!" Demanding little thing. I like it.

"Told you it works both ways." I grin, knowing exactly what I m doing. She needs me and she s aching for me and it s driving her crazy. Her body squirms, and she s trying to get her arms from my grip where I m still holding them pinned against the bed. Fuck, this woman got me hooked like a fish on a line and she s playing me. I push her back with a grunt, shoving my fingers back into her. She screams and wiggles her body. I start moving again, slowly, in and out, in and out.

"Damion, I m fudging going to kill you!" I slide the end of my erection over her clit and her hips shove up, ready to receive me and I enter her slowly, pumping her with deliberately slow movements.

"Damion fucking Grimm, shit!" I smile cause she used real swearwords again, two for that matter, and I m loving the idea that I have some control over her too. But then my own pleasure starts creeping through my body and I increase the pace, pumping into her hard and deep, grabbing her left breast in my hand.

She moans again and then I get blindsided as an orgasm rips through her, pulling me in deeper and squeezing my dick, demanding it to fire of like a loaded gun. I pump again, giving her exactly what she wants, making her roar with pleasure before I release an ocean of semen into her body while kissing those full lips with all the love raging in me.

I roll onto my side, she s clinging onto me, panting, and I just lie there trying to get my breathing into a half-normal rhythm at least, ravishing in the feeling of total bliss for as long as I can.

"Mel, I ve invited the boys and girls over. I need to go on a ride … eh … after what happened. I thought we could have a picnic at the waterfall after. Is that ok with you?" She turns to face me, her eyes taking mine prisoner as if she s looking for something in them.

"Need?" Her eyes still searching my soul, but it s getting too intense so I look away.

"Yes, I seriously need a ride."

"You know that sooner or later you ll have to tell me about those demons."

"I will. I promise." I want to tell her, it s just that I ve never told anybody everything. What if she also thinks I m broken? What if she leaves me? After a quick shared shower she puts on that skimpy violet underwear and with a quick movement, I pull her into me, my hands explore the seductive thin material covering her breasts and like usual with her, I lose control over my dick, my mind, my body, my fucking life. I can t control a thing and it scares the shit out of me, time and time again.

"Damion, you re crazy." She giggles.

"Crazy about you, yes." I kiss her one last time and then let her go with a sigh. She pulls on some denim jeans and a blue top with a wolf baring his teeth. I love her style, it s psycho-girly with a twist of Mel and super sexy. Although, I think Mel would look sexy wearing anything, or nothing for that matter. I put on my riding gear and hand her the team jacket I just stripped from her body, the image of her wearing it permanently burned into my memory.

"You want some coffee?" I ask. She turns around, looking at me as if I m stupid. I give her an apologetic grin.

"Sorry, can t think straight right now. I know you re addicted to the stuff. Well, let's go downstairs, and then we can have some before the others show up."

She looks up and gives me a faint smile. I know the look, cause it s the same one running through my mind. What s going to happen from here, after last night? But for now, I don t want to think about anything else than us being here together. I stand next to her, but shit I m not good with this expressing your feelings stuff. I take her hand and pull her into my arms, hugging her, trying to let her understand what I m feeling, hoping she feels the same. And anyway, her in my arms, smelling her scent seems to be the only thing that calms me down these days, like I need to get my fix of her. I m telling you she s like a fucking drug, just worse.

We walk hand in hand down to the kitchen. I can feel Mel is nervous cause her hand is squeezing mine a bit too hard. I hope I can convince her and everybody else that my feelings for her are real, the most real thing ever in my life. I make some coffee and take out the rusks my mother sent over. We eat in silence, but my eyes are on Mel.

'The girl that pulls top biker s throttle – Reaper gears it up to 3rd base And in the picture just next to that, I m beating up Ren – 'Bad boy not only breaks records but also noses

Wow, who comes up with these lame headers? I see Kiara s teasing eyes watching my every move.

"Sooo, third base, eh?" She winks at me. I drop the paper on the counter before Mel and feel an uncomfortable blush spreading over my face. Shit, it s not the first time I had sex, so why do I feel as embarrassed as a teenager having his first wet dream?

"Oh my word, did the playboy just blush?" She seems even more intrigued and now looks at Mel with huge eyes. They exchange a look I don t understand and then Kiara s eyes grow even wider before she just drops the subject and pours herself some coffee. I fill up the coffee machine again taking a quick peek at Mel. She s focused on reading the news.

"Honey we re home!" Enrique shouts entering the kitchen carrying brown paper bags filled with food.

"So, did you see the paper?" Jackson winks at his sister and Mel turns fire-station red and suddenly her brothers' whole demeanor change to angry-concerned faces. Now everybody is looking at me as if they want some kind of explanation, preferably a denial. And straight away I m at a loss for words. They ll probably kill me if they know what I did to their sister last night – and again this morning.

"Huh, eh … guys, do you really think your sister s sex life is something you want to know about?" They frown and then pulls sour faces, shaking their heads.

"Nope." Jackson looks like he s going to barf.

"So you ve broken your rules then?" Enrique s face doesn t look any better than his brother s. I m trying to think of what I can say to not reveal all the facts, but also not straight forward lie to them.

"Yes," Mel says quickly slamming her hand over her mouth and I know it slipped out accidentally, but there s no revoking it now. All the eyes are on her, including mine. She turns around and looks through the window, hitting the front of her head a few times with the palm of her hand. Loser style.

"Shit!" This time it s Axel that s pulling a face. "Now I understand the spur-of-the-moment ride."

And just like that, all eyes are back on me, angry, murderous, killer eyes. I swallow some spit and try to pull an innocent face, holding up my hands protectively, but her brothers just circle me in, moving closer and closer.

"At least she s still here, in my house, and I m also here … if that helps." I m trying to avoid conflict here.

"You ... really broke the rules … fuck me," Jackson is the first one to register the meaning of my words. He stops and then so do the rest of them. Their expressions change to pouts as if they re thinking things over in their heads. The next moment they re all giving me bro-hugs and pats on the back.

"Gmf, men – I ll never understand them," says Kiara while shaking her head from side to side. Mel is kneeling on the floor, helping Ava to transfer the food to the picnic baskets. Her back is turned to us and I know she s feeling a bit flustered about everything, and I don t blame her.