Angel's Halo: Atonement (Angel's Halo MC Book 5) Page 4

  Hell, I didn’t know half of that about the girls I fucked on a regular basis. I didn’t normally notice shit like that about anyone.

  But if I told her how wrong she was, she would have never believed me.

  Fuck, I wasn’t sure I would have believed me, either.

  She tipped her head back until it was lying on her shoulders, her messy ponytail drooping to one side. Fuck, she was still sinfully hot as she looked up at me with those bloodshot blue eyes and that mouth that I was dying to taste.

  “I promised myself tonight that I was going to get over you,” she informed me with fire dancing in her amazing baby blues. “You just messed up my chance to lose my V to the one guy who doesn’t know that Colt and the uncles would use his skull as a mug for their beer.”

  “He doesn’t know that yet,” I agreed. “But once he fucked you, my brother would have torn him apart.” That motherfucking prospect would have been scattered from here to Chicago before anyone missed him. There wouldn’t have ever been any putting him back together once Colt was done with him.

  And I would have helped him.

  “I’m sick and tired of wearing my heart out over you when you don’t give a shit if you hurt me or not.” She said it with a sass that I rarely saw in her, but I had to admit it was sexy as hell. Her words, though, they were like a hundred stings of those damn red wasps that were attacking my chest.

  I had always known there would come a day when she would get over whatever crush she had on me and move on. Have a husband and kids, and maybe even move away from Creswell Springs. It was what I had always wanted for her. She deserved those things. To be happy and away from all the bullshit of the club life.

  Quinn was too sweet and innocent for the jaded life of an old lady. She needed a man who would be faithful to her, who would worship the ground she walked on.

  That guy wasn’t me.

  “I don’t like hurting you, sweet girl,” I found myself confessing as I leaned in closer and rubbed my nose against her cheek. This close, I couldn’t help breathing in the floral scent of her lotion. Honeysuckle and sunshine, that was what I pictured as I closed my eyes and breathed her in deeply.

  “Bullshit,” she muttered, and my eyes snapped open again. “I think you take a sick kind of pleasure out of breaking my heart any chance you get.”

  If she had been sober, I knew she wouldn’t have said any of the things that were leaving her lips. For the moment, I was glad she was drunk. She needed to say these things to me, and honestly, I needed to hear them.

  “What’s wrong with me, Raider?” she whispered, that sassy look disappearing and replaced by one of sad defeat. If I had a heart, that look on her beautiful face would have broken it. “Why don’t you want me?”

  Everything inside of me went completely still.

  A tear spilled over her lashes and dripped down her cheek, cutting me to the quick.

  With a groan, I lifted a hand and wiped away the tiny tear with my thumb. Shaking my head, I pushed her onto her back once again and caught her right hand in my left. She tried to jerk out of my hold, but I held firm.

  Holding her gaze prisoner, I brought her hand to my chest. Her fingers seemed to have a will of their own as they traced over my cut, outlining my name on the patch over my heart. I didn’t let her explore. I took her hand down, then pressed her palm flat against my jeans, letting her feel how rigid my cock was for her. The was already slick with pre-jiz.

  “Does that feel like I don’t want you?” I breathed as I pressed my mouth to the shell of her ear. I was playing with fire here, letting her feel how easily she affected me. But if she was ready to get over me, I wanted her to know exactly what she would be getting over.

  A soft gasp left her, and that sweet sound made me shudder with a need that hadn’t ever been completely fulfilled by any of the bitches I had fucked over the years.

  How could it, when she was the only one who could give me what I truly wanted?

  I started to release Quinn’s hand, when she pulled it free and traced the outline of my dick through my jeans.

  Her tears dried up just as quickly as they had begun, curiosity now replacing them in her pretty eyes.

  She touched me innocently, but that only made me ache all the more for her. I clenched my jaw to hold back my groan, afraid to scare her with the intensity of what I was feeling right then.

  If she were anyone else, I would have already had her clothes off and been balls deep inside her sweet pussy. But she wasn’t just anyone. This was Quinn, the one female who was off limits.

  Her touch became firmer as she massaged the length of my cock, making more pre-jiz weep from the tip until a wet spot soaked through my jeans. Her eyes widened at yet more evidence of just how much she could make me want her.

  With that all too noticeable proof, she grew bolder, sliding her fingers inside and wrapping them around my shaft before pulling my dick free once more.

  I covered her hand, meaning to stop her, but the feel of her skin against my most sensitive body part completely fried my brain. I couldn’t remember why the fuck it was so wrong for me to have her. Her hands were callused, yet somehow, they felt silky soft on my most sensitive appendage.

  “Quinn.” My voice was hoarse, not quite my own. I tried to clear my head by shaking it a few times.

  She was completely entranced with what she was doing, and I was hopelessly lost to everything but her.

  “Raider,” she breathed, and I swear to God, it was the most mind-blowingly sexy thing I had ever heard in my life.

  She brushed her thumb softly over the tip, smearing my seed over the head of my dick. Then she cupped her other hand around the shaft before lifting her jiz-coated thumb to her mouth. Her eyes closed, and she moaned as she licked the proof of my need for her from her thumb.

  Jesus fucking Christ.

  All the years of forcing myself to stay away from her, every fantasy I had ever had of her, each and every time I had ached for her, swarmed back to me with a vengeance. I suddenly didn’t care if my brother killed me for touching her. All my good intentions went up in smoke, burning to ashes at her scorching touch.

  Chapter 6

  Quinn

  I was quickly getting in over my head.

  Five minutes before, I had been making out with Boomer in the hall, his hands halfway inside my jeans and panties. And even though I hadn’t been mindless with wanting him, I had been having fun. My virginity had only been a few more minutes away from becoming a thing of the past.

  Now, Boomer was gone, and I was lying on Raider’s bed, touching his cock like it was the most natural thing to do. His breathing was coming in harsh pants, and I could see the pulse at the base of his throat going crazy.

  He wanted me.

  Just seeing that proof alone got me hotter than anything I had just done with the prospect. My panties were growing wetter with each passing moment he let me touch his silk covered, hard as stone cock.

  I should have been ashamed of myself, but in all honesty, I didn’t give a damn that I had almost fucked Boomer. How could I when I was playing with a fire that had fascinated me for most of my life?

  “If you’re so desperate to lose that little cherry, Quinn, I’m all too happy to take it off your hands.”

  Sweet Jesus.

  My body temperature went from slightly warm to red-hot at his words, spoken in that husky, dark voice of his. Reflexively, my fingers tightened around his cock, making his face twist with a mixture of pain filled pleasure. Those incredible green eyes of his turned to moss, and I felt like he was casting some kind of spell over me as I licked my suddenly dry lips.

  “Y-you don’t want it,” I said more to remind myself rather than him.

  “Sweetheart, you know good and well that’s a lie. You’re holding onto the proof right now.”

  I was sure my heart was going to beat right out of my chest it was pounding so hard. My body began to tremble with a cocktail of nervousness and need. This felt surreal, as if I wa
s dreaming, like every other time I had thought of what would happen if Raider ever really wanted me.

  But as he said, I was holding onto the proof that it was reality. The coated wet tip of his cock was even further evidence that I was definitely not dreaming.

  Yet, what would happen if we did have sex? Would everything change? Or would he treat me like every other woman who has been in his bed?

  The truth was, I didn’t know and I didn’t want to find out. I was supposed to be moving on, putting this man and my feelings for him behind me.

  Maybe the reality of this guy isn’t as good as the dream.

  Kelli’s words from earlier floated through my head. What if she was right? What if the reality wasn’t as good as the dream I had built up in my imagination for so long?

  Here is my chance to find out.

  One time, that was all I needed. Once with Raider to prove whether my roommate was right or not.

  Then, no matter what the outcome, I would move on. I would start living my life instead of continuing to hold the pause button because I couldn’t have a life with the man I had loved for so damn long.

  It only took a few seconds to make up my mind.

  As way of answering him, I stroked his cock up and down, pumping my hand around his thickness. More liquid spilled over on to my fingers, acting as a natural lubricant as I continued to stroke him.

  A deep, rumbling growl of pleasure seemed to be pulled from his very soul, and he pulled back. His cut was pulled off with jerky movements, the leather making a soft thud as it landed on a chair across the room. Raider then reached behind him and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing inch after delicious inch of his hard, sun-kissed abdomen and chest.

  His arms and chest where inked up with tribal tattoos while I knew all too well that his back had his MC patch across it. It must have taken countless hours of sitting for Spider to get them done with such detail. I had always loved his ink, and right then, I would have given up a year of my life just to be able to take the time to trace each and every one of them.

  Instead, I watched in wonder as Raider covered my hand with his that was still on his cock and gently pulled my fingers away. I watched in awe as he stroked himself once, then again. A big drop of that sticky liquid beaded at the tip, and I had the sudden craving to lick it away.

  With those moss-green eyes watching me, he was able to read exactly what I was thinking. He wiped the tip clean with his thumb before bringing it to my lips. “Taste me, sweetheart.”

  I felt my cheeks fill with pink, but I opened my mouth just enough to sneak my tongue out and lick his thumb clean. I swallowed the slightly salty treat and realized I liked it.

  “Fuck, Quinn,” he muttered. “Why do you have to be so goddamn sexy?”

  I couldn’t find the words to answer him. I was dumbfounded he had just said that.

  He thought I was sexy?

  I couldn’t take the time to think about that, however, as he released himself and jerked his pants and boxer briefs down his thighs before kicking them off. Then he was taking my hands, pulling me into a sitting position and reaching for the end of my shirt. It floated to the floor behind him as he took a moment to soak in the sight of my white bra.

  When his eyes drifted farther down, landing on my belly ring, I saw the already banked fire in his eyes shoot higher. He reached out with his left hand, tenderly flicking at the little charm on my ring. It was a silver angel’s wing with a halo wrapped around it. The ring had been a present from Colt several years before; one of my favorites.

  “When did you get this?” he muttered while tracing the skin around my navel.

  “I got it for my eighteenth birthday.”

  “Did Colt go with you?” Curiosity and something else flashed in his eyes. I thought it looked like jealousy, but quickly chastised myself for thinking this man could feel anything like that over me.

  Something told me he wouldn’t like the truth, so I didn’t answer. I ran my hands over my hair, pulling the useless hair tie from my messy hair and tossing it onto the nightstand. Reaching behind me, I unsnapped the two clasps of my white bra and let the straps fall down my arms.

  Raider’s next breath left him with a hiss. That easily, his question about his brother seemed to be forgotten.

  He pulled my bra the rest of the way off, and then cupped both breasts in his massive hands. My nipples beaded instantly against his work-worn, callused palms. Goose flesh popped up along my entire body, and my head fell back as raw pleasure flooded through me.

  “How can you smell like sunshine?” he demanded, burying his face in my chest and inhaling deeply, as if he were trying to breathe me into him.

  I brought my hands to the back of his head, combing my fingers through his short hair and holding him against me. “I … It’s …” I couldn’t put two words together.

  I suddenly had a one-track mind, and it was focused solely on how good his lips on my nipples felt. He nipped at the little buds of nerves, making them harder, before sucking them one at a time against the roof of his mouth. He bestowed the same attention to both breasts, sucking them so hard I couldn’t contain the little whimpers of pleasure that felt like they were being dragged from my body with each stroke of his tongue.

  Then Raider pressed his hand against my chest, pushing me back onto the mattress. My jeans and panties disappeared in the next moment, and he was once again entranced by my breasts.

  He moved his hands down my sides, overlapping his fingers over my navel as he stroked my skin up and down while continuing to torture me with a pleasure that had me seeing stars behind my closed eyes. With each hungry lick or bite, I could feel him growing more and more impatient.

  He touched my knees, spreading my legs wide so he could fit between them. He leaned into me, letting his thickness nudge at my soaked pussy. His breath hissed out through his teeth again, this time harsher as he thrust his hips against me so roughly I wondered if it was involuntary.

  The tip brushed backward and forward over my clit, driving me crazy. No one had ever touched me there, except for me, and his cock felt a million times better than my fingers or the little bullet vibrator I used occasionally.

  He teased me over and over again, letting the full length of his cock slide up and down my wetness, torturing me with a pleasure that was stealing every ounce of my willpower and sanity.

  “Oh, God,” I moaned when he bit into my nipple a little rougher than he had before. At the same time, he thrust his hips forward, letting the tip of his cock enter my pussy. It felt amazing, the tip stretching my opening, branding it as his own as he took possession of me. “Yes, Raider.”

  I blindly reached out, needing something to hold on to. I clutched his arms and arched my back, silently begging him to go deeper.

  “Goddamn, sweetheart,” he said with a growl. “You feel so fucking good.”

  He pulled back, and I cried out at the loss of what little he had given me. He removed his hands from my breasts, bringing one of them to his cock and positioning himself perfectly at my entrance.

  “Thank God I turned on the lights,” he murmured. “This pussy is too pretty not to get to see.” He guided himself into me slowly, his eyes eating up the sight of my body accepting his. “Your pussy is perfect, Quinn. So tight and wet. Just for me.” His eyes drifted closed, but he kept feeding his cock into me. “Fucking perfect.”

  I was so lost in how good he was making me feel that I barely heard what he was saying. The stretching only increased as he pushed farther into me, driving me incredibly close to an orgasm at the speed of sound. My eyes were locked on the sight of his thick cock, bulging with dark veins, sinking slowly into my most intimate place. My body was shaking from the pleasure, and it was becoming harder and harder to catch my breath with every inch he gave me.

  The tip of his cock suddenly hit something ultra-sensitive, making me gasp in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort.

  His eyes snapped open, and he lifted them to mine. Moss green irises
turned to hunter green as realization hit him.

  A muscle worked in his jaw as he let his head fall back onto his shoulders. “I’m about to lose it, sweetheart. You feel so fucking good. Nothing’s … ever … felt this good.”

  Even as lost in the moment as I was, I didn’t believe him. He probably told that to every woman he fucked.

  Pushing what he had said as far from my mind as I could, I lifted my hips, forcing him deeper.

  I wasn’t prepared for the sharp slice of pain as his thickness tore through the proof of my virginity. The slight discomfort I had felt only moments before was nothing compared to the mind-numbing pain that was making me its prisoner right then. The suddenness of it was so shocking I didn’t even cry out.

  If Raider had stopped right then, if he had given me a moment to find my bearings and let me deal with the pain, I might have been fine. Instead, he fell forward, moving his hands to either side of my head, and he buried his face in my neck.

  Tears filled my eyes as he pulled out, the pain only intensifying. It wasn’t stabbing so much as a terrible burning sensation now, but this new kind of pain was just as bad as the first.

  He thrust back into me, harder this time, and I couldn’t hold back the cry of pain as his thickness stretched me even more.

  His next thrust was so rough I didn’t think I could handle it. He was too big, and my body was in too much pain. All the pleasure was gone for me now, that feeling of being stretched no longer driving me crazy with pleasure.

  Raider either didn’t seem to notice or didn’t care because he was so caught up in how good he was feeling. His breathing was labored, his body trembling just as hard as my own was, only for an entirely different reason.

  A few tears spilled over my lashes, but I didn’t bother to wipe them away. This was nothing like I had imagined. Nothing I was feeling right then had been part of the dreams I had created for myself over the years. Every time I had pictured my first time with Raider, he had been sweet and gentle, not this wild beast who only seemed to care about his own pleasure.