"You'll take me to the edge of coming, any way you want, then keep me from going over. By the time you do bring me to the edge for the third time I'll be out of my mind with the need to come. My cock will get harder than you've ever seen it, drip pre-cum for you while I strain to get you to make me shoot. But when you do give me permission to climax I'm gonna do it inside of you and wring a dozen rough orgasms out of that hot, pink cunt of yours. First time's gonna go fast, but I'll still be hard after I come. I won't pull out, I'll just continue to fuck you until you pass out. I've never given that kind of control up to a woman before, but I trust you."

Completely under his sexual spell at this point I faintly whispered. "Why don't we do that now?"

"Because right now I need to fuck you. I need to know that you're okay, that you're alive. I've never dealt with this kind of worry before, baby girl, so have some patience with me. Yeah? If I fuck up again, and I probably will, I promise I'll talk with you about it instead of shuttin' you out."

"Okay." I pressed my hips into his, grinding against his thick erection, but our lips still hadn't touched. "Smoke?"

"What is it baby?"

"Kiss me."

Our play quickly turned from a brush of lips to our tongues tangling together while we clung to each other. Smoke was holding me so tight I had trouble drawing a deep breath, but oxygen was overrated. Right now I felt like I could live off the divine sensations of his delicious lips, and survive on his breath and touch alone. Lovely, soothing pleasure unfurled in my body, and I embraced the distraction only Smoke could provide. My fears, the tension, everything was swept away in a tide of desire, and I was ravenous for him.

Smoke must have felt the same way because his cock was like a thick iron bar, and I rocked myself on him. We were separated by our pants, but not for long.

He cupped my breasts and squeezed them gently. "Gotta have you, baby. Take your pants off, but keep your shirt on."

"Can anyone see us?" I shot a quick glance over my shoulder at the area where I'd seen movement, but there was nothing there.

"No one's out here, but let's move back a bit in case anyone comes out back for a piss in the woods. No one gets to see your spectacular body but me."

He helped me stand then took me over to the portion of the roof with the door leading down to the clubhouse. Giving me a wicked smile that was a flash of white teeth, he spread out the towel then held his hand out to me. I slipped my fingers into his and he gently tugged me closer until our bodies were separated by less than an inch. His heat shimmered off my skin, and I leaned forward, taking a deep inhalation of his scent, richer now than it had been this morning.

He swept my hair over my shoulder with a gentle touch then ran his hands over my torso. "You are so damn beautiful, Swan, but as stunning as you are on the outside, your soul is even sweeter. I need to make up for being such a bastard and hurting you. I should kiss you until that pain goes away."

Before I could ask what he was talking about, he sank down onto his knees before me. The towel cushioned him as he settled back on his heels and tugged me forward. I was curious about what he was going to do while he studied me in the moonlight, his gaze tracing me like a caress. A pleased rumble escaped him, and he rubbed his face against my lower belly. I ran my fingers through his hair, toying with his loose curls, and absorbing his love.

Deft fingers unbuttoned my pants and slowly slid them down. A growl rumbled in his throat at the sight of my black lace panties. "Such a pretty baby."

The feeling of him licking the edge of that lace, his hot breath seeping through the delicate fabric, sent a bolt of hard lust through me. I buried my hands in his hair and tried to direct him to where I really wanted his lips. That aching little bundle of nerves between my legs pounded to the beat of my heart as blood rushed to my pelvis.

A ripple of shock moved through me when he grabbed the lace with his teeth then bit and tore at my panties until the crotch was shredded, my pussy exposed to him surrounded by the remains of my panties. My breath came out choppy as he continued to tease me, licking at my slit with feather-light touches as I tried to spread my legs wider and give him better access, but I was hindered by my pants, which were trapped around my ankles by my hiking boots.

The best I could do was hang onto his shoulders while I tilted my hips to his mouth. Adding to my frustration, he kept his touch light, teasing, and it drove me crazy with desire. I grasped his hair in my fists hard enough that it must have stung. My libido was firmly running the show right now, and it didn't give a shit what I did as long as an orgasm was the result. He groaned deep in his throat and spread my pussy lips wide open so my clit was fully exposed to him.

I sucked in a sharp breath when he placed a lingering kiss right on my clit. "Oh, God."

"Not God...Miguel" he murmured before he began to lick me in earnest.

While I knew he was exceptionally good at eating pussy, the way he was making out with my clit was a whole other deal. He kissed and sucked, and flicked that little bud with his tongue, driving me higher and higher until I was trying to hump his face, pressing my pussy into him like the shameless hussy I was. My lower stomach fluttered with small muscle spasms that were almost like mini-orgasms and I bit my lower lip, moaning with each flick of his tongue.

He lifted his face from my sex, his lips shiny with my arousal. "You gonna come for me, baby girl? Your little bud is all stiff and swollen, begging for me. Want me to make you climax against my face?"

The best I could do was whimper, and before I knew it, Smoke was on his feet and turning me to face the door. Shivers moved through me as he placed my hands on the cool surface of the door, his big hands enveloping mine while he ground his denim-covered cock against my bare ass. With my pants still around my ankles I was hobbled, which in an odd way, added to my arousal. Being at Smoke's mercy just flat out did it for me, and I loved it when he took charge of my willing body.

In response, I rocked my hips back against him in a tight circle and he groaned, then bit the side of my neck hard enough that I wondered if I'd have a hickey, not that I really gave a shit. I'd take bruises all over my body in exchange for the otherworldly pleasure of his touch. Trust kept me in place when he released my hands and bent me at the hips so my ass was sticking way out. Anticipation hummed through me like an electrical storm, and I found it hard to stay still. I needed to move to release this buildup of energy. I felt so alive, so present in this moment that the world took on a hyper-clarity. The cool night breeze danced over the exposed parts of my body, chilling me for a moment before Smoke resumed his dominant stance behind me.

When he rubbed the head of his cock through my arousal I let out a pained groan, my entire body throbbing with the need to have him inside of me.

He grasped my hair with one hand then jerked me back so my body was now bowed. Thank God I did a lot of yoga; otherwise, this position would have been painful. Instead, it only made me more desperate for him. I loved it when he took me over like this, when he forced my attention on him until the world faded away to nothing but this amazing, terrifying man behind me.

"Baby, while I've apologized for being an asshole, it's time for you to take your punishment for putting yourself in danger, for scaring the fuck out of me when you ran away, and for making me think that you'd been taken from me, that I couldn't protect you. You run, I'll always find you, always, because I can't live without you."

Despite his gentle tone, his grip was punishing. He continued to torment me, rubbing his cock over my clit, barely pushing the crest into me before pulling out. This cranked my arousal higher until I shook with need, but he still didn't give me any relief. He played my body until I was sobbing, begging him to end the teasing, begging him to fuck me and cool the burn inside me. I was so desperate to have him fill me, to feel that incredible connection between body and soul, but he continued to punish me until tears dripped from my eyes and onto the dark gravel under my feet.

"Please, please, Smoke, I'm sorry."

He teased my soaking wet entrance. "What are you sorry for, baby girl?"

"For scaring you, for doubting you, for doubting myself. Please!"

With a slight push he eased the first couple inches of his substantial erection into me and I screamed in pleasure. Fuck, his denial had worked me into a frenzied state. I don't know what it was about Smoke telling me 'no', but it got all my gears turning, and I was absolutely savage with lust. I needed him to want me, I needed him to love me and desire me, because when we were making love, I felt so connected to him that it was almost like our hearts beat as one and I knew I wasn't alone.

"You gonna do it again?" he taunted in a strained voice while holding my hips as still as he could with his superior strength.

"No!"

Another inch of his cock was pushed into my swollen sex. "Are you going to obey me?"

Even in my lust-induced fog those words made it to my brain, and I shuddered as I tried to think. "Probably not?"

He chuckled and stopped moving, leaving me bereft with my inner muscles squeezing hard on him. "Always a fighter. One of the things I love about you, but you need to let me protect you, and I can't protect you if you don't at least consider what I have to say."

I shot him an incredulous look. "You want to have this conversation now?"

His grin was pure wickedness as he flexed his hips into me. "Got your attention, don't I?"

All I could do was grunt as he buried himself to the hilt in a smooth glide. My breath came out in quick pants as I squeezed my eyes closed and began rubbing my clit hard and fast. Before I could reach my climax, my body hot and heavy with the building tension, Smoke snatched my hand away and pulled almost all they way out then pushed himself in balls-deep, making me keen and arch against him. He'd never released my hair and used it to control me even when I tried to buck against him, tried to ease the ache and the intensity of being so full of him.

And yet, I loved being controlled by him.

What did that say about me?

His breath was hot against my hair as he whispered, "Feel that? Feel the energy between us, the way your body fits mine perfectly? I've waited my whole life for you, Swan Anderson, and I won't let your pride get you killed."

Whatever reply I might have had came out in a strangled moan as he began to fuck me. My mind shut down and I sank deeper into Smoke's embrace, submitting to his masterful touch, giving myself over to him completely as he shoved himself all the way in me with a bone-melting grunt. The unforgiving impact of his body against mine sent a bright burst of pain through my pelvis as he hit my cervix. That little bit of discomfort quickly turned into harsh pleasure as he began to thrust into me, slow and hard. Despite wearing a bra, my breasts bounced and swayed with each thrust. I groaned low in my throat and ground my hips against him. He stilled then caught my rhythm, giving me exactly what I needed. The coiled tension inside of me released, my muscles trembling as I came hard enough that bright lights flashed behind my eyelids. Behind me, Smoke didn't miss a beat, pounding into me over and over again until I came three more times, changing the rhythm up with each climax to match what I wanted.

By this point, I was limp, held up only by my hands weakly braced against the wall and Smoke's grip on my hips. He'd released my hair after my second orgasm and was now running his hands over the exposed parts of my body while kissing along the side of my neck. I was damp with sweat and his scent overwhelmed me, his presence taking over every one of my senses. He completely covered me with his body, his hands pressing over mine on the wall, caging me with his strength. He managed to build me up again, my exhausted body trying to give him every drop of my pleasure.

His deep voice rumbled against the side of my neck while he did this twisting thing at the end of each thrust that made me see stars. I loved this man, this beast who rutted on me, but managed to hold his strength in check enough to keep from harming me. He fucked me like he owned me. Even though my inner feminist fought the notion, my inner slut loved it because it wasn't being owned in a negative sense. No, this was belonging to the most powerful beast in the jungle and considering him my equal.

"Gonna come," he growled. "Get on your knees."

My floating consciousness barely understood what he was saying, but when he slipped out, then spun me around and pushed me to my knees, I automatically opened my mouth for him. Looking up at Smoke, gilded by the moonlight and stroking his thick shaft glistening with my arousal, my anticipation of watching him orgasm was so intense that I began to plead with him to come, to give me everything. I wanted all of this man, including his pleasure. I wanted to taste him on my tongue, to give him as much satisfaction as he gave me. I leaned forward and began to lick his testicles while he stroked himself, the big muscles of his legs quivering as he made an erotic grunting noise.

He gripped my hair and jerked my head back, his breathing harsh and unsteady. "Open."

I complied, replacing my mouth on his balls with my fingertips, stroking the soft skin as it pulled up tight.

Smoke slipped the head of his dick into my mouth and I sucked eagerly, wiggling on my heels as my own passion ramped up. Knowing that he was going to reach his peak, knowing that I made him feel this good was an aphrodisiac on its own. When he cried out as I sucked him, my heart swelled with pride. Power-doing this for him was a rush of pure, sensual power. Fucked up or not, serving him fulfilled a need that, until Smoke, I never realized I had. I needed to surrender completely to him, to give him everything he wanted because he gave me everything I needed, and then some.

I pulled away long enough to say, "Give it to me, Miguel, I want your come in my mouth."

"Fuck!" He roared and bucked in my grip.

There was just enough time for me to seal my lips over him again. At the first hot burst of his seed on my tongue, I moaned low and deep, swallowing his slightly bitter liquid heat down as fast as I could. Even after I'd taken everything he had to offer, I kept sucking him, gentling my mouth until the stroke of my tongue against his length was a whisper of touch. He continued to groan and twitch, staring down at me while I worshiped him with my mouth. Doing this for him was also an attempt at an apology on my part, pleasure in exchange for putting up with me. I smiled up at him and peace filled me when he finally pulled me off my knees and helped me stand on my unsteady legs.

"Fuckin' shit," he whispered. "Holy fuckin' shit. Just when I think it can't get any better you do something like this."

I giggled then snuggled into Smoke, my emotions all over the place. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered something to me in Spanish about love, and beauty, and a bunch of other stuff I couldn't understand, but the fierce affection in his voice was easy to read. Hell, I felt his adoration in my bones. After an unknown amount of time spent petting each other, a cool wind blew across my bare ass and I realized I my pants were still around my legs.

With a smile at Smoke, I stepped out of his arms and pulled my pants back up and stretched out, arching my back with a contented sigh. As I did that, I noticed a faint, tiny red dot glowing beneath the overhang of the doorway, tucked back and impossible to see if I hadn't been exactly where I was. Curious, I tried to look closer, but it was too far up and hidden away.

"Smoke, can you give me a boost?"

"What?" He finished with his belt, walked over to me and followed my line of sight. "What is it?"

Realizing he couldn't see it because of our height difference, I pointed up. "Just lift me, please."

He boosted me up with ease so my head almost hit the top of the overhang and I frowned as I reached back into the little alcove, my fingers searching for the box and hoping I didn't encounter any spider webs. After a few seconds of groping in the dark, I managed to feel the box and a series of wires coming into and going out of it. I almost ripped it out of there, but left it alone because I had no idea what it was or what it did. For all I know there was a legitimate reason for this electronic device being there, but it didn't make sense that someone would go to such trouble to hide it.

"Okay, put me down."

"What's up?"

I chewed my lip, not wanting to make a big deal out of something that might be totally normal, but my instincts told me there was something wrong here. "There's some kind of electronic device hidden up there."

Smoke had his cell phone out before I finished my sentence. "Hulk? Yeah, I need you up on the roof...No, it's not for a fuckin' threesome. Mention that shit again and I'll personally stomp your face into the ground. Swan found something. Bring a ladder."

He hung up and turned to me, concern drawing the lines on his face tight. "How the hell did you see that?"

"I was stretching out and the flash of red caught my eye."

Shaking his head, he prowled around us, checking the overhang and following the wires to where they disappeared into the wall. I remained silent, not really having anything to offer until we knew if the device was suspicious or not. Knowing that people were on their way up to the roof, I worked on cleaning myself up as much as I could. As I finger-combed my hair Hulk burst through the door with another big man following right behind him. Even in the dim lighting I could see that the stranger's hair was probably a flaming red when the sun shown on it because it burned even in the moonlight and the dim illumination of the access passageway. He was closer to my age than Smoke's, but his serious expression made him seem older.

They all ignored me and turned right away to Smoke.

Hulk frowned at Smoke, his anger easy to read on his tense face. "What did you find?"

"Actually, Swan found it." He glanced at me before turning back to Hulk, and the redhead gave me a curious glance, like he was seeing me standing here for the first time. "Little box with a faint red light on the side. Any idea what it could be?"

"Nothing we put there." Hulk shook his head, then looked over at me with a grim expression. "Good find, little girl, but it's way past your bedtime. Smoke, why don't you go tuck her in then come back."

I wanted to protest that I should stay and see if I could help, but electronic surveillance wasn't my forte. I was fucking beat to the point that my thoughts were slow. My pussy ached from the hard fuck Smoke had given me, and the rest of my muscles were sore from all of our driving and lack of quality sleep. When Smoke gripped my hand in his I didn't protest, well aware of how closely we were being watched. While I didn't like what Hulk said, his voice wasn't sarcastic. I hoped that I'd read him right and he wasn't being a dick.

With my head stuffed full of the events of the evening, I didn't protest when Smoke tucked me into bed with a lingering kiss, or when he gave me my handgun. "Don't be afraid to use it."

I tucked the gun beneath the edge of the mattress within easy reach and was out in less than a minute.

Chapter Nine.

When I woke up the next morning it was after nine. I was stiff and felt like I could sleep another six hours, easy. While my mind slowly came online, I realized that the place next to me on the surprisingly comfortable mattress was empty. I vaguely remembered Smoke coming to bed and grabbing me to cuddle like a teddy bear, but other than that, I'd been dead to the world. With a sigh, I wiggled over to his side of the bed and took a deep breath of his scent, then another.

Before I could sit up, the door to the bathroom opened to reveal a damp and unbearably sexy Smoke. The moment he wandered into our small room, he sought me out. When our gazes met, I frowned at how tired he looked even as I basked in the warmth of his slight smirk. His eyes were red and the lines on his handsome face seemed to stand out more. Without thinking, I held my arms open to him, and he melted into me with his version of a happy sigh, which was more like a happy growl.

"Thought of waking up every morning to that smile...I'm a lucky man to have such a sweet baby."

My nether bits tingled and I shifted beneath the covers as his body curved into mine. He rolled off and tugged on his jeans while muttering about temptation and having shit to do. I ogled his tight ass without a drop of shame.

With just his jeans on, the top button unbuttoned, he came back over and picked me up from the bed and cradled me in his arms, holding me close while I peppered kisses on his damp skin. The scent of his soap was strong, and I rubbed my face against his chest, loving every second of being in his arms. He gave me a few tender, soft kisses on my forehead before gently tossing me back on the bed.

I gave a little girly shriek as my body bounced on the springy mattress, then I smiled up at Smoke. "Morning."

He yawned and stretched, making his well-defined muscles flex and dance as he cracked his neck. "Morning. You sleep well?"

"Yeah." I watched with interest as he went over to one of his suitcases on top of the dresser and began to dig through it. "So, you figure out what that thing was?"

"Hulk has his guys are going over it right now. The ginger who was with him last night, Joker, is really good with electronics. Had a bunch of training in the Air Force and shit. His cousin who's also a member of the Denver Iron Horse chapter, Donkey, did the same thing, and they both have their own separate security companies. Anyway, we know for sure that it tapped into the video feeds on the clubhouse along with some other crap."

"Shit," I whispered and looked around the room, wondering if someone had been spying on me the whole time I was in here.

He must have noticed my worried look because he shook his head while jerking on a pair of socks. "I already searched our room. Nothing in here or the bathroom, but they have cameras in some of the public parts of the clubhouse. Breaker's doing a sweep right now, then he's gonna come get you."

I glanced over at the door and rolled out of bed, heading for the bathroom. "Why is he coming to get me?"

While I took care of business, he spoke loud enough that I could hear him through the cheap door. "'Cause you're gonna meet with some of the old ladies today."

"Why do I have to do that? I thought we were looking for my mom and sister?"

When I went back out into our bedroom, Smoke was fully dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a crisp white t-shirt with his cut laying on the rumpled bed next to him. He was fiddling around with his phone, and I wandered over in his direction, stopping before him to run my fingers through his damp curls. My libido wanted me to run my hands over much more satisfying parts of his body, but my mind was occupied with the complex layers of the world I now found myself in.

"Go get dressed, babe." He grabbed my hand and placed a soft kiss on my palm before returning his attention to his phone. "I need you to meet the old ladies so you can get information on your sister and mom. Won't be all bad. They're good women, and I'll be there with Breaker."

"So I'm going to a biker tea party? What does one wear to such an event? I'm afraid Mimi didn't cover that social occasion in her efforts to make me a civilized woman."

He gave me a droll look and raised one eyebrow-I envied his ability to do that. It made him look aloof and...hot. A shiver raced through me, and my nipples hardened to sensitive points. Why the hell could I not be around this man without the sexual tension igniting between us? It was like I woke up hungry for him, as though sleep had deprived me of his touch. Evidently, the feeling was mutual because his gaze darkened, and he glanced at his cell phone, then back at me.

"Do you know what it does to me when you get all sassy like this?" He squeezed his hard cock through his jeans and I clenched the sheets like they were the only thing keeping me from throwing myself at him. "Makes me hard as fuck. Then again, everything you do makes me hard."

I smirked and tried to not act too pleased about his pornographic compliment.