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  When we get back to the clubhouse, I jump off without his help, and march inside the building, removing my helmet as I go.

  Liam catches up and grabs my arm leading us to our room. His hands are shaking and his movements are jerky as he works to get the key in the lock and open our door. I plan to get a shower and ignore him but he has something else in mind. He holds my arm tighter and spins me around in his arms to devour my mouth in a kiss. This is like no kiss before. He is rough and unkind. The only emotion I sense behind the kiss is anger and punishment. I try to struggle away but Liam only holds tighter. He uses one hand to pull on the snap of my cut offs. I am completely naked in a matter of seconds.

  “No, Liam. I don’t want this. Stop.”

  “Shut the fuck up.”

  He backs us to the bed and is on me in a heartbeat. He is freeing himself from his jeans but still fully dressed including his boots. I usually get excited by his roughness but not this. Not this time. I am repulsed.

  “Liam, please.”

  He is in me and thrusting harder than he ever has before. I feel ashamed that I was actually wet, and my tears fall freely down my cheeks. I feel sick as Liam completely ignores me and continues rutting like an animal. I just want this to be over. I have never been on the receiving end of the full force of Liam’s bad temper. He groans loudly and I feel his release shooting inside of me. I want him off of me. I want to turn away. He is laying on me with his face pressed into my neck getting his breathing under control.

  “Liam, let me up!”

  He raises himself up on his arms and looks at my tear-streaked face. He presses his lips in a tight line.“You wanted this. You knew who I was before we started and you still wanted it.” He says quietly and seriously.

  I make no reply and hold his stare until he rolls off of me and lets me up. I almost run to the bathroom. I jump in the shower, where I feel free to cry as hard as I want to. My stupid long hair takes forever to wash and apply the conditioner, so I have plenty of time for a good, cleansing cry. While the conditioner sits in my hair, I proceed with the rest of my shower and soap my body all over.

  Liam enters the shower facing me completely nude now. He holds my eyes as he takes the soap from my hand and lathers his own body. I am sure my face is blotched and my nose is red. I have had a really good cry. Liam’s eyes give nothing away. No apology. No regret. We finish our shower in silence. I know I am being stubborn, but I refuse to be the first one to speak. I squeeze the water out of my hair, twisting it and twisting it, and step out of the shower to wrap towels around my hair and my body. Liam makes no move to wrap the towel around me like has in the past. He doesn’t even look at me when he comes out of the shower himself. I go to the sink and start to brush my teeth. I try not to watch him in the mirror. He steps up beside me and grabs his own toothbrush and begins brushing his own teeth. He is still completely naked and makes no attempt to cover himself. My eyes are drawn down to his now hard and throbbing penis jutting out. I force myself to look away and when I meet his eyes in the mirror, he is smirking at me.

  I spit and rinse ungracefully and try to get out of the bathroom as fast as I can. The last time I look at Liam, he is smiling at me in the mirror. Bastard.

  My plan now is to dry and dress as quick as possible. But he gets to me before I even get dried.

  “Listen Faith. I suck at this. I have never had a relationship before. I hate the moods and jealousy. Both ways. You were jealous of my past, and I was jealous when Crash told me about your little speech to that little prick, Zane. I wanna rip his fucking head off. How messed up is that? He is one of my prospects. I think it is clear to see he would be a better match for you. Hell, the whole day you and the kids swam and played together while us old folks chilled and hung out together. I hate this fucking age thing.”

  “I’m sorry, Liam. I don’t know how to fix it,” I say, feeling sad now instead of angry.

  “I’m too old for you, Baby. You can’t prove otherwise. It is going to be more obvious with every day that passes. We don’t belong together,” he says looking as sad and regretful as I feel.

  “Liam, you’re so wrong. I can prove it. We are perfect for each other and age doesn’t matter.”

  His look questions me.

  “I can prove it.” And with that I drop to my knees in front of him. He hisses as his hands go into my hair. I have done this to him in bed and it was actually nice. I want to show him how we are together. I want him to agree that we are like no other couple. I want him lost in us and on fire. I caress his balls with my free hand and lick and suck his shaft, taking him as far down my throat as I can. His hands grabbing my hair hold tighter and he turns into the Liam I love. Aggressive and possessive.

  “I will never let you go. You’re mine. I will never let you leave me. Even when I’m a fucking hundred years old and in a wheelchair, you will still be mine.”

  He lifts me up roughly and tosses me on the bed. I cry out before he has even really touched me. He begins worshipping my body and saying my name and calling me Baby over and over. I am literally bursting with feelings for him, and even though I know the danger in saying it, I can’t stop the words from coming out over and over again. “I love you, Liam. I love you. I love you.”

  He doesn’t stop this time. He keeps going. While he doesn’t say it back, he does moan deep in his throat like he likes me saying it now. Every time we make love, I think it can never be better than that, but it gets even better every time. The rest of the night was spent going farther, harder, and more intense, than I ever imagined. Everything Liam did to push things a little darker or rougher or harder, I not only took, but I loved it even more. He told me I was perfect. He told me I was made for him. Best night of my life.

  We woke happy and in love. I feel perfect. Sore. But perfect. I know some things need work. We are both new to this entire relationship thing. But I know we can work through any problems and have a future. I let out a contented sigh, and Liam chuckles at me like he knows my thoughts. We talk quietly between our morning kisses. Today is club business, so I will be with the ladies hanging out. He lets me know about the slutty clothes again and wants to be sure I dress more conservative for Sturgis. Harley tees and shorts.

  I told him I prefer that to my slutty wardrobe I have for this weekend.

  I decide I will lay around in bed for a while longer since none of the old ladies will be up on a Sunday morning this early. Liam plants a final kiss before getting out of bed. He looks down at me as he walks around the bed to go to the bathroom and stops. He pulls the covers off of me and takes me in from head to toe. I feel shy as I know my hair is a mess not to mention, I am sure after all of that sex throughout the night is still evident between my legs. I feel pretty funky. I reach to wipe the sleep from my eyes when Liam halts me.

  “Lay still. Don’t move.”

  I return my arms to my sides and lay as still as possible. I feel a rush of excitement to my center already.

  “You are so perfect, Baby. I love looking at you.” He says lifting my foot in his huge hand and bringing it to his mouth, he kind of bites or runs his teeth across the bottom. What a sensation.

  “God, Liam.”

  That only spurs him on. He lifts the other, then makes an entire production of biting each toe on each foot and across the arches using the scrape of his nails in addition to his mouth. Too much. I want him so bad now. I see his erection is rock hard and glistening. I give a little whimper.

  “I promised to leave you alone this morning Baby after the night you gave me, but I have to have that pussy. I am so sick knowing how sore you are, but it only makes me want more. I want you sore. I want that pink to be red and raw from me.”

  Thrilling at his crude words, I reach for him to come back to bed but instead, still holding my ankles, he pulls me all the way down to the end where he stands. He drops down to his knees and immediately puts his mouth on me. It feels soothing at first but leads me to wanting and needing.

  As soon as I cl
imax. He flips me over and raises me up on hands and knees and shoves into me harder and deeper than before and I have the second orgasm immediately. He doesn’t let me pause a second to get through it. He just keeps going. He wraps his arm around my middle to hold me. When he places his hand to feel where we are joined, I am ok because this is something he likes to do no matter what position we are in. He likes to see it and feel it. But I am not ok when he uses that hand to swirl over my bundle of nerves. I am too tender and it almost hurts to have the direct touch.

  “Ouch. No, Liam.”

  “I told you to never say no to me.” And he continues so I try to squirm away.

  “Please. It hurts. Please, Liam. Stop.”

  He removes his painful fingers finally and wraps that hand in my hair, pulling and tugging a little too hard. He is using my hair like a harness to keep a hold on me. His arm around my middle tightens and he raises that hand to massage my breast and pull on my nipples. I should not like this. It isn’t like this in romance novels. But I love this. I need this. He begins the grunting that always comes just before his release and I feel the need to come at the same time as him, but my orgasm is just there out of my reach.

  He pulls out of me and puts his hand to me and I fear he will touch my soreness again. He inserts his finger staying away from my soreness and curls it up to hit just the right spot inside of me that is not sore at all. I am just a second away from coming, when he pushes himself into me again. Miracle of all miracles, we come together. Or just a breath apart. My God. Liam is amazing. He knew to make me come with him.

  Also, he knew how to make me come without touching my over used and abused clit. God.

  I fall to the bed face down and Liam comes in beside me turning me over and moving the hair off my face and out of the way.

  I can’t help but smile stupidly at him.

  “Hey, church girl.”

  “Hey.”

  “You sure call on God a lot, church girl.”

  “Stop.”

  He smiles and I love that I think I am the only person that knows fun, teasing Liam.

  “Do I make you see God when I fuck you?”

  “Stop.”

  “I am late. I gotta get up.”

  “Ok.”

  “Say it again.”

  “What?”

  “Tell me again.”

  “Oh. I love you, Liam.”

  He kisses me with his very soul in it and pulls away to get up.

  “I think I am going to bring you some ice. You can lay in bed under the ceiling fan with your legs spread and heal your soreness today. Take a long, soothing bath later.”

  “Stop.” I am really not sure if he is teasing or serious about the ice.

  He goes to the bathroom and I lay looking at the ceiling fan turning slow circles up above. I am pretty sure I won’t be able to sleep anymore. I am an early riser. I will take that long bath and read until the other girls are up and about. My mind starts doing video replay of the night before. I have to stop before I get myself worked up again. I am an animal now, I guess. When I finally snap out of it I realize the shower has shut off and the bathroom door is standing open. For the first time ever, I honestly don’t want to see naked Liam. Please don’t let him be naked.

  He has a towel around his waist when he goes to get clean clothes out of the closet. I keep my eyes on the ceiling fan and keep my mind off of sex. Liam dresses and sits on the side of the bed, pulling on his boots. He reaches down under his side of the bed like I saw him do before, and pulls out the gun to tuckin his waist in back. His cut goes on last and he turns looking down at me.

  “I’m going. Behave yourself today. Don’t fucking touch yourself. No making yourself come.”

  Oh God. I am embarrassed. He can see into my mind and knows I am already needy again. How embarrassing.“Ok. Bye.”

  He lifts me with his rough hands on my upper arms and kisses me to death, then turns and leaves.

  I fall back on the bed and keep my eyes squeezed shut. Somehow, I fall back asleep and don’t wake until afternoon. This is so not me. I enjoy a long bath and feel as good as new. I am starving when I go out into the main room. My girls are waiting for me and I seem to be the focus of all of the ladies. So I fill myself a plate of food from the kitchen and grab some much needed coffee. When I return to sit in the dining room with them, Gypsy’s mom speaks up.

  “So you and the Prez had to rush home to screw and couldn’t stay with the rest of us. Then he nails you all night, was late for church this morning, and your ass is out cold until afternoon. Right?”

  Everyone laughs and I am ok with it. This is how these women are. They all love their men and they are happy to see Liam and I together. They over share a lot of personal sex stuff, but I won’t judge them for that. We all joke around and I feel included in the group. The afternoon is fun and we all clean and polish the place. Everyone is anxious to go to Sturgis, so that topic dominates our day.

  Around five Gypsy asks me to go with her to town. She hopes to see her crush. He is working a few hours every afternoon in town and gets off around five thirty or six. I can’t go. I support her and wish her luck, but I just can’t go. She understands my fears and bad memories and promises to protect me with her life, but I decline. Megan steps in and goes with her. Megan tells us that Kyle knows about her crush on this guy and warned Megan not to support it or go against Jury and his wife, Gypsy’s parents. So she is taking a risk going along as well. They leave and I decide to help the ladies with supper.

  Around six we all eat. No sign of Megan and Gypsy and no sign of the guys. I try not to worry about Liam since no one else is concerned. We clean up the mess, play some cards and after ten I say I am going to bed. Still no sign of anyone. No one cares. No one worries. I know Megan was planning on returning before Kyle knows where she has been. I am tired and need a quick shower again before falling into bed.

  I wake up to a freshly showered Liam spooning me and getting comfortable to sleep with me in his arms.

  “What time is it?”

  “Almost four. Go to sleep.”

  “Are you ok?”

  “Yeah. Just tired as fuck, Baby.”

  I snuggle into his front and fall asleep. This life is taking me some time to get used to. I know I am happier than I have ever been in my life and I will get used to almost anything to keep what we have. I wipe out the thoughts of guns and being gone for fifteen hours with no explanation and a million other questions.

  I have to be sure the good outweighs the bad. I want a life with Liam but I am not sure I want this life. I love the wives and girlfriends, but I can never be like them. I don’t want to be. I somehow want to remain true to myself. When I discovered surprising things about myself with Liam, like the fact that I love rough sex and having a man dominate me in bed, I thought maybe I am a hard core biker chick. But no. I want those things and to still be myself at the same time. I worry Liam won’t want the real me. He will want a biker chick. Or a Glamazon like Stacy. Ugh! I force myself to fall back asleep.

  We repeat yesterday morning of making love and talking softly. I don’t ask questions about club business, but Liam tells me he is exhausted with the club’s dealings and he will be glad when we return to our house.

  He regrets we only have a few days there before Sturgis and promises when we return, things will settle down. I smile at the thought of finally being alone in the house again. Liam calls it our house. He also says we will be a normal couple. I will go to school every day and he will do his best to be home every night for supper and not do anything with the club at night unless it’s important.

  “Do you think you will get bored, Liam?”

  “No. It still surprises me, but I am ready for this. Nights in the clubhouse are just sitting around and getting wasted. I have more fun at the house with you,” he says, and places small kisses around my face, on my nose and each eyelid. He kisses me between every word as he says, “Besides … I … can … never … get … enough … of
… this … body.” And then another.

  We make love again, even though Liam has only gotten maybe four hours of sleep. After, he refuses to shower with me, saying he will just continue fucking me and never leave the room. I walk into the bathroom and when I finish, he is long gone.

  I am glad to see everyone is around this morning. The café is closed even though it is Monday. Club-only today. I never did find out why, but I want to enjoy it. I am happy the boys are with us today and not off on an adventure like yesterday. I see everyone except Liam and wonder where he is. I sit and get some coffee and a Danish. Yum. I join the conversation and after a few minutes it gets silent. I turn to see what they are staring at, and Liam and Stacy walk out of the kitchen together. I feel my face flame with embarrassment. I hate that everyone pities me. I look away as soon as I see who it is, but not fast enough to miss the glowing, self-satisfied smirk on her face. Triumphant. Did he just have sex with her?