The Biker's Rules novel Chapter 56

***POV – Damion

WARNING – sex scene!!!

Knock-knock-knock!!

These past few weeks were grueling – all I could do was think about Mel. We've been touring around Europe and Asia to promote our bikes. I was hoping Mel would join me, but she had some family issues she didn't want to talk about on the phone. Alejandro kept an eye on her for me, and according to my brother, she's distant, in her own world, and still feeling sick.

Fuck-it, it s been hell. I ve never even thought about a girl more than five seconds, what to say minutes, hours, days, weeks!

Kiara opens the door and it's as if the devil came knocking. Something is wrong.

"Uh, Damion …. eh … hi! You re back eventually. You look tired." She doesn t move to let me in and her face is a combination of guilt and fear. She tries to hide it.

"We ve missed you at the New Years' party."

"Hi, yeh, it's been too long and I fucking miss my girl. Can I come in?" She still is not moving but she looks over her shoulder into the house and then back at me. A sickening feeling is starting to grow inside my guts. Is something wrong with Mel?

"Sure, I guess." I walk past her my eyes searching for Mel, but she s not there.

"Mel is not here. She went to your house." Kiara keeps fidgeting with her hands, wringing them together. Something is up for sure, but what? You go away for four hellish weeks and everything changes. I look around the room and my eyes land on a book on the kitchen counter – 'What to expect when you re expecting

Is that why Kiara is so on edge? Is she pregnant? I didn t even know she was seeing somebody. Although, Sean was talking about her the whole time we were away. Her eyes follow mine and she picks up the book quickly, hugging it to her chest.

"Eh, a friend is expecting her first baby … we want to give her the book as a present." She doesn t look me in the eye, she just stares at the floor. I m relieved to hear that she s not the one that got a bun in the oven. I think the Blackburn brothers would kill the dude, they tend to think of Kiara as another sister.

I walk out and Kiara lets out a deep breath of relief, I m sure of it. I m missing something, but right now I need to sleep. My mind keeps on making assumptions, thinking of all scenarios why Kiara would be so jumpy, but none of them are pleasant.

I get home in record time, managing a superbike through traffic has its advantages – you can go fast and traffic jams don t bother you much.

I knock on my own door, wanting to surprise her as she s only expecting me home tomorrow. She opens the door and her face floods with shock, her jaw drops slightly and all I can focus on is those plumb lips, begging for a kiss.

"Hi angel, miss me?"

"Oh ship, Damion!" There s something in her voice, something I can t place but don t like at all. So many emotions rush over her - sketchy being one of them – as if she s hiding something. I can t figure it out and it s starting to scare me. There s a few seconds of silence as if she s getting her thoughts in order and then she speaks again, this time her voice sounds normal.

"You re back!" She runs into my arms with a little piglet squeal and I hold onto her for dear life. Damn, I ve missed this girl like I can t explain. Then she lets me go and I can t help my eyes as they drag over every curve as she strides her sexy-as-fuck body to the kitchen.

She takes a drink from the fridge and leans against the counter, taking a sip from the bottle. My heart hammers against my ribs and my pants get restricted. I need to empty myself inside her if I m going to survive the day. And I need to do it NOW. Told you I m not a patient guy. Four weeks without having her is more than I can take.

She drops the bottle on the counter and that little coy smile is back on her face, highlighting her sexy dimples, and my dick jumps. I don t know how it is possible for somebody to look so fucking innocently adorable and so steamingly hot and sexy at the same time. Those eyes, the strands of hair that loosely curls around her face, and her plump juicy lips. She s not playing fair.

"Damion …"

I turn her around and press myself against her back while removing her top. I crave a fix of my drug, my addiction. I m so hooked, but I don t care.

"Yes angel," I say definitely distracted, my mind not on the conversation at all.

I take one of her stiff nipples in my mouth and suck it hard and desperate. Her hand moves over my balls and then she gives my cock a squeeze, taking it in her hands. Damn, I almost cum right there. I can t wait anymore, I m quickly losing control – as if I have any around her. She s like a drug I m craving like an addict, and I know it s lame, but I just can t resist her. I spread her folds and put a finger into her wet pussy, making sure she s wet and ready for me. She takes hold of my hand and moves it from her vagina to her mouth, sucking on my fingers.

"Fuck!" I pull my fingers from her mouth and put my hands on her ass, pulling her forward and aligning her pussy with my junk. I drop her slightly and she slips easily over me, feeling her wetness spreading over my shaft while I enter her tight pussy to the fullest. I m getting high each time I m inside her, an addiction I never want to give up.

"Ooohhhh," she groans, and her hips start moving in rhythm with mine. I push in deep, pull out only to push back in again. I rock my pelvis, thrusting in and out, our bodies slamming together. Speeding up my movements as I feel myself getting close. Mel moans and then her pussy contracts around me, milking me like a cow. I growl, losing myself in her, cumming harder than ever before. Needing a moment to recover, I stay inside her and let her sit on the counter, her legs still wrapped around me and her body leaning against me. I breathe deep short breaths, while my heartbeat slowly descends to normal.

"I ll never look at this counter with the same eyes again," Mel whispers against my chest and I have to smile. Definitely not. I pick her up in my arms, walk up the stairs to my room and drop her unceremoniously on my bed.

"Hey, asshole. I ve just let you stick your ugly dick in me and this is the way you repay me?" She tries to look angry, but instead, she looks freaking adorably cute.

"Ugly? How dare you call my pleasure-creating diddle stick, ugly!" I act hurt while walking to the bathroom to run us a nice hot bubble bath. We get into the bath and lie in the warm water, Mel between my legs, her back leaning against my chest, and talk about my tour, our likes and dislikes, getting to know more about each other. Then she asks a devastating question.

"D send me a link, there were gruesome photos, some of your sister, a small boy, another biker." Well, technically it s not a question, but it is also a question. I feel her muscles tense and I give her a little kiss on her head. I sigh. It s not something I ever talk about, I can t without destroying something of myself.

Suddenly I want to tell her to run while she still can, to get away from my past and not worry about the collateral damage she ll leave behind, as long as she gets out mostly unscathed. I ve been broken for a long time, and I m not sure it s something that can be fixed. But the selfish part of me wants her to stay.

Guilt thrust through me and gets stuck in my throat, forcing me to swallow hard if I don t want to puke. If I tell her, she ll know the killer in me, she ll come face to face with probably my biggest demons.

"Mel, I ve told you I have loads of luggage filling my past. If you want to get away, now is the time." I need to give her the choice, I just can t be selfish with her. But I know if she leaves, I won t ever be the same. She doesn t respond and I can t see her face, but I guess those violet blues are swarming with emotions right now.

It s something I love about her, the over-emotional expressions but I don t want to see it at this moment. All I can do is wait for the shoe to drop, for her to get out of the bath and out of my life. I hold my unworthy breath, praying that she ll stay but hoping that she wouldn t.