Trojans MC, 8
He’s craved her for a long time, and now he’s going to have her.
From the first moment Chip saw Kasey, he knew without a doubt he wanted her. He didn’t even know her name, but she was going to belong to him. Now he is ready to claim her, but one of his club brothers seems determined to claim her for himself as well.
Chip will not lose this fight. Kasey’s his, and he’s going to prove to the nurse that he’s the guy for her.
Knowing the Trojans MC through her work at the hospital, Kasey doesn’t think much of the bouquets of flowers, figuring they were a friendly gift. But when Chip asks her out on a date, she realizes it’s more. Her attraction to Chip surprises her. She’s never seen herself with a club man, but with every second she spends with him, she can’t imagine a life without him.
The Trojans MC are in danger, and the threat they face could completely kill the entire club. No one will back down, nor will they allow Duke, their Prez, to fight their battle alone. Can Kasey handle the pressure of being a Trojan’s woman? Will Chip survive to prove his love?
She chuckled. “This couldn’t be any more awkward if we tried. I know you like me, Chip. I know you want to date me, and I also want to date you.” She stared up at him. “Can I be honest with you?”
“About everything. You don’t have to hold anything back.”
“I’ve never felt anything like that downstairs.”
“What do you mean?”
“Sex. I’ve … it has always been so mechanical, and I’ve never … you know. Wow, I’m a thirty-year-old nurse, and I can’t even say it.”
“You’ve never had a guy bend you over, and fuck you so hard because he couldn’t resist for another second not doing it?”
She sighed. “You make it sound so perfect.”
He chuckled. “It can be so perfect, Kasey. There’s been many a surface I’ve wanted to just fuck you on. Of course, I’ve not done that. I don’t want you to think I’m hurting you. I want you. I hope you have no doubt about that.”
Placing his hand at her knee, he began to slide it up and down.
She stared at his hand. Her pussy was already wet, now even more so just from his touch alone. He made her ache.
Taking hold of his hand, she locked their fingers together, wanting his touch.
“I don’t know what to say or do half the time,” she said. “Dating. This, whatever it is, I don’t … I’m not used to any of this.”
He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back so that she looked into his green eyes. “Why don’t we take it one step at a time? Don’t plan anything. You’re my woman, and I’m your man.”
“I won’t step out on you. I won’t fuck this up, and we’ll go at your pace. I’m not in a rush. I want to take my time. Get to know you, and for you to get accustomed to me.”
The way he looked at her, the hunger in his gaze—unable to resist for even a moment longer, she held the back of his head, and pulled him down to kiss.
The moment his lips touched her, her nipples beaded and she released a little moan, needing more, needing him.
He stroked her cheek at the same time she teased her tongue across his lips. When he opened his mouth, she plunged in, tasting him.
Her pussy was on fire with the need to touch, but she didn’t take it any further than kissing him.
“I only have so much control,” he said, pulling away.
He took her hand, placing it over his dick. “This is what you do to me. I can only take so much.”