Deviance (The Chicago Defiance MC Series Book 3) Page 11

  Torque puffs his chest, but I can’t keep my eyes off the reddening face of Trax. His eyes are what’s scaring me, the darkness in them. He looks hurt. I don’t know whether it’s because I’m in here with Ace, or simply because I’m in here, in their sacred room, it’s what’s scaring me. I need to leave. I should never have been in here. A shudder runs over my spine as I look to the floor with a long exhale, starting to walk for the door. “Sorry for being in here. I don’t want to cause any trouble.”

  Trax grunts moving forward stopping my movements. “Well, you should have thought about that before you fucked around with Ace.”

  “Trax,” Torque warns as Ace stands from his desk rounding it to come and stand next to me, but it only makes Trax more agitated.

  “What? Am I wrong?” Trax asks.

  I find some inner strength, and looking up at Trax, I feel my confidence climbing. “What if you’re not? What if Ace and I are fucking around? What does it matter to you, Trax? We’re…” I point between him and me, “… only friends anyway. You’ve made that perfectly clear,” I blurt out.

  Everyone looks at me.

  I’m normally the quiet and reserved one, but I’m sick of not standing up for myself.

  Trax’s lips flatten, his fists ball as he lurches forward.

  Torque holds him back from getting to Ace.

  “I swear to God, Ace, if you’ve made a move on her, I don’t care if you’re my brother or not, I will hurt you. I will fucking hurt you.”

  As Torque holds Trax back, I rush in front of Ace folding my arms over my chest in defiance. “You will not hurt Ace. He has been nothing but my friend since I got here, which is far more than I can say for you.” I point to him. “The man I thought I could lean on, the man I thought I could fucking trust!”

  Trax’s body slumps, his face looks shocked. “You can trust me, you know that. Why would you say that?”

  Anger boils inside of me as my mind wanders back to Trax coming out of Ruby’s room. I move, pushing past him, trying to get out of the room. But Trax grabs hold of my elbow stopping me. I spin to look at him, my eyes hard and firm, his looking hurt and confused. Ace and Torque stand by watching silently.

  “You slept with her while I was here. Then I had to watch you coming out of her room. I know you don’t want to be with me, Konnor, but I don’t need it rubbed in my fucking face how utterly worthless I am to you.” I pull my arm free, racing for the door as Trax lets out a small grunting noise.

  Thunderous footsteps stomp behind me as I run out the door and into the clubroom. I bump into Surge who steadies me looking down into my angry eyes as a booming voice calls out my name.

  “Mylee, we’re not done talking,” Trax yells out.

  My whole body’s shaking with adrenaline as I spin around to see Trax standing in the doorway looking angry as hell. I notice everyone around the room has turned to look at us. Suddenly, everyone’s looking at me, and I’m sure they’re wondering when she’s going to break. I can’t stand it. I’m not that fucking weak, but I am that fucking angry, and I just need to get out of here. I need to get away from Trax as I breathe heavily.

  Turning, I rush toward the exit so quickly I feel like I’m running faster than is humanly possible, but the booming sound of his footsteps behind me is unmistakable.

  Somehow, I make it outside. The cool hit of air smacks me in the face, but before I have a second to think about where I’m going to go, two giant arms wrap around me from behind taking me in a giant bear hug. I try to fight him off in my temper, but I freeze feeling the warmth of his embrace as I fall back into his hold. I bring my hands up to rest against his forearms as he moves us back to lean against the side of the clubhouse. He says nothing, just holds me tightly, while I breathe in and out attempting to calm down.

  He emotionally hurt me.

  But somehow he knows how to make me feel better.

  I don’t know how, but he did exactly what I needed—he stopped the flow of my thoughts—my inner demons. The ones that take away all my self-confidence, the ones that remind me that even though right now I don’t belong to him, he’s still the one holding me. The simple effort of putting his arms around me, calming me, holding me, makes me feel like I have someone to lean on. Like I have the support I need right at this moment.

  I breathe heavily as he leans into my ear and kisses behind it shushing me. “I’m here, Mylee. You’re okay. Just breathe.” I lean back against him closing my eyes and reveling in his warmth. Him holding me is calming the rage that built so quickly inside me. As I breathe slowly in and out at the same time as Trax, I can feel myself warming to him.

  I sigh, finally leaning my head against his, and he plants a tender kiss against my ear. I melt into him. He’s breathing heavily as he holds my back to his front. I can feel every muscle. He was always sexy, but I can’t help but wonder if he’s gotten even sexier in the past two years. Toned up even more. His arms have definitely gotten more bulk in them as they hold me to him.

  I slowly release my grip on his arms. He reluctantly lets me go. I take a step away from him as he drops his arms, and I turn to face him. My eyes are heavy, my head is pounding.

  His eyes appear concerned as I take in his worried expression. “Are you gonna hit me?” His voice is barely above a whisper.

  My head shakes once as I let out a small breath. “Thanks for calming my anger, but it’s you who put it there in the first place. You know that, right?”

  He grimaces with a nod. “I know… I shouldn’t have let you get to that point where you’re so raging you have to walk away from me.”

  Looking away from him, I clench my eyes shut. “You just…” I clench my fists tight and open my eyes again. “You boil my blood with the shit you do to prove a damn point. And I know I wasn’t supposed to be in the chapel, I know that’s a thing, but Ace’s computers were in there and—”

  “Stop, Mylee! You think I give a shit about you being in the chapel?”

  I raise my brow as he steps forward taking my hand in his. A tingle shoots through my very soul like always when he touches me. “Then what do you care about?”

  He tilts his head like he’s shocked I don’t understand. “You… I don’t want you latching onto Ace.”

  I jolt my head back in shock. “What the hell do you mean, latching onto Ace?”

  He sighs running his hand through his hair. “I mean, I don’t want you to form an attachment to him.”

  “But what about if he forms one for me?” I spit out.

  He grits his teeth. “That can’t happen, Mylee.”

  I scoff. “Oh, why the hell not? Who made you the king of who can and can’t like me?”

  He turns away from me, the vein in his neck looking like it’s about to explode at any second from the tension. “I don’t want you hanging out with Ace as much!”

  I scoff throwing my hands in the air. “Oh, really? You’re going to pull that crap on me? I don’t think so, not after you had sex with Ruby last night just to rub this ‘friends’ shit in my fucking face, Trax!”

  He bursts out laughing, storming up to me, grabbing my shoulders which forces me to look at him. My knees feel weak by the intense stare he’s sending me as I look into his eyes. I melt slightly under his gaze.

  “I did not fuck Ruby, Mylee. I stumbled into her room by mistake when I was so drunk trying to get you out of my damn mind. She let me sleep it off… In. Her. Room. You saw two friends this morning, nothing more. You made it into something that wasn’t there.”

  I gasp my body almost going numb at the realization.

  Trax didn’t sleep with Ruby last night.

  He’s fighting the chemistry between us. We’re not friends. We’ll never be just friends.

  My eyes water, my heart’s racing as I look right at him, my bottom lip trembling. “Trax, I can’t be your friend… I can’t be here spending every day watching you talk to other women, wondering if you’re with them. It will drive me…” I don’t say the word, but he knows wh
at I mean.

  He leans his forehead against mine, both our breaths rapid and heavy. “I know. Seeing you with Ace fucking gutted me. I can’t do this, though, Mylee. I’m no good for you. But you can’t be here and not be with me. I’m not fucking strong enough.”

  I sniffle as his hand comes up cupping my face as we stare at each other, so close, our bodies are pressed completely against each other. “What are you saying?”

  “I need you,” is all he says before his lips crash to mine. Hard. Unrelenting.

  I don’t hesitate to let his tongue slide into my mouth. The moment we connect it’s like everything clicks back into place. The stars align, my mind brightens, fucking fireworks explode as I wrap my arms around his neck needing him as close as humanly possible. I kiss him back, all tongues and teeth. The kiss is frantic, hot, heavy, full of need as he pushes me back against the side of the clubhouse with an oomph. I don’t even care as he pushes his body against mine. In fact, I welcome this more aggressive side of him.

  My hands thread through his hair as one hand of his caresses between my hair and my cheek while the other moves to my leg, lifting it up to hook around his waist. I can’t help the small moan escaping my mouth as his obviously hard cock pushes into the seam of my shorts, which then presses against my clit. I’m so hot for him right now as emotions swirl through me.

  I was so angry. At him.

  Hurt too.

  But it’s all flowing away because of the amount of love I have for him. Right now, all I want is to fuck him. I honestly wouldn’t even care if he took me up against the side of the clubhouse, I’m that needy as he rocks his hips into me making us both moan.

  Suddenly a wolf whistle from beside us followed by cackling laughter makes Trax pull back breaking our hot kiss as I pant for breath, remembering we are actually in public. We both turn to see Chains and Lift grinning widely. Trax pulls me from the wall into his arms as he starts to lead us toward the door.

  I clear my throat, a blush spreading across my face as I look to Chains and Lift who can’t stop smiling while we walk past them inside. Trax chuckles while shaking his head as he bends down hoisting me over his shoulder. I let out a small scream as Lift and Chains start cheering. I laugh slapping Trax’s toned ass as he rushes us inside then down the hall toward his room.

  “You’re a caveman,” I call out as he thrusts open the door leading us inside, shutting the door behind him with his foot. He then slides me down his body, my feet hitting the floor as I let out a little giggle.

  “Yeah, but you love it.”

  I bring my hand up to his cheek caressing his bearded face. I look into his sparkling eyes and sigh. “Remind me why I shouldn’t have left,” I murmur.

  He moves in without hesitation, his hands shifting to the bottom of my tank top. He hoists it up and off me then he chucks it to the floor without a care in the world. His lips move in pressing to my collarbone as his hands snake around my back to unhook my bra, it too falls to the floor, freeing my breasts.

  His lips travel down my skin, nipping and sucking as he goes, his fingers sliding down my arms as his mouth circles around my nipple. His teeth sliding against the taut bud, with just enough pressure to make me throw my head back in a moan while I press my chest further into his face.

  My hands move in to roam through his mid-length hair. I tug on it slightly, pulling him back up in line with me. The lopsided grin I love greets me, and I lean in pressing my lips to his. I run my hands from his hair down his neck to his shoulders running my fingers under his cut. He lets me as our mouths collide harshly.

  He backs me up against his desk, the backs of my thighs hit which makes me sit as he shrugs out of his cut. He grabs it before it falls to the floor, placing it beside us on the desk as my fingers make quick work of grabbing at his black shirt, pulling it over his head. Our mouths disconnect briefly only enough time for the shirt to come off.

  I look down to see his chiseled stomach I’ve missed so much, his abs have gotten more defined in the last two years, he’s definitely been working out. He looks fucking amazing as I notice that V leading into his jeans making me want to reach into his pants as soon as possible.

  His hands move to the buttons on my shorts. He pops them open, gripping onto the hem, yanking them without a second thought along with my panties as I lift my ass off the desk to aid in his plight. I smile up at him as he drags them down my legs leaving me completely naked in front of him.

  He suddenly drops to his knees in front of me as he grabs my thighs, pulling me forward. I let out a small shriek as I slide on the desk right to the edge, my legs dangling off, but he wastes no time as he throws my legs over his shoulders moving his head into position. I run my hands through his hair as he plants a chaste kiss on my thigh.

  “Fuck! All I’ve thought about is tasting you again, Mylee,” he admits.

  Excitement bubbles up. I have to admit, I’ve spent many restless nights thinking about what this very moment reuniting with Konnor would be like. Right now I can’t wait for this to get started.

  His tongue flicks out over my clit. I throw my head back in delight with him finally touching me again. My teeth bite down on my bottom lip as he swirls his masterful tongue on my sensitive spot in just the right way—his tongue a precision instrument. He flicks and swirls as my hands slide down into his mess of hair gripping at it, holding him to me.

  Soft whimpers echo from my throat as I ride the waves rolling through me. Moments ago I was over the top with rage and uncertainty, but now he’s bringing me to a new kind of storm, a storm where the tornado is whirling inside of me threatening to explode at any second as I pant for heavy breaths. He flicks his tongue again, the warmth running through me as I gasp for much-needed air.

  “Oh, Konnor,” I murmur as my hips begin to rock against his mouth. A shudder runs down my spine as my back arches. I clench my eyes shut while flashes of light begin to strobe behind them letting me know my orgasm’s on its way. Sweat beads along my skin as a wave of heat rolls over my body from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I let out a raspy moan as my body shudders, my muscles contract while he continues to flick his tongue at just the right speed, and I explode.

  “God, yes,” I whimper as my body folds down on itself almost smothering his head.

  He chuckles as he pulls me off him. I flop back as he stands up stepping in, sliding his hands under my ass lifting me from the desk in my very relaxed state. I slump my body as he hoists me from the desk pulling me around him. Instantly, I wrap my legs tightly against him as he carries me over to the bed. I can’t help but feel his straining hard cock beneath his jeans. He’s still far too dressed.

  With my head flopped on his shoulder as he turns us toward his bed, I somehow find the strength to look up at him. He’s grinning from ear to ear, and it fills my stomach with giddy butterflies as I look into his eyes.

  “You better find some pep, baby, because I’m only just starting with you,” he warns then throws me down onto the mattress.

  I let out a squeal as I bounce on the soft cushioning while he moves his hands to his jeans undoing them, making quick work of pulling them down then off along with his boots and briefs. He stands up, his erection, long, hard, and fucking perfect. All for me. I gnaw on my bottom lip as I take in his gorgeous body. He truly is a work of art. His tattooed arms make me swoon as I shake my head in disbelief that I ever walked away from this man.

  What the hell was I thinking?

  I wasn’t, that’s the problem.

  “You taste so fucking good, Mylee. I’m going to need a hell of a lot more.” He licks his lips as he grabs his cock stroking it once, making my chest heave in appreciation.

  He looks so enticing, I want a taste now, so I find the strength to sit up, rushing forward to take him into my mouth, but he puts his hand out stopping me.

  He grabs my chin. “As much as I want your mouth on my cock, I need to fuck you. I’ve waited so long to be back inside you. I can’t wait any longer. Get on
your back. Pull your knees as far back as they will go,” he commands.

  I remember Trax’s demanding side in the bedroom. I remember how much I loved it. I still do. So I scoot back onto the bed laying down, pulling my knees apart then back toward my head gripping onto them with my hands. He kneels on the bed. I’m panting with the anticipation of us being joined again. He moves in between my legs, grabbing my feet, placing them on his chest. His lopsided smile greets me as he tilts his head.

  “Hold on,” he instructs as I feel the tip of his cock sliding against my pussy, but before I have a second to prepare myself, he thrusts up inside of me. I gasp letting out a deep moan as my back arches off the bed in half-delight, half-shock.

  His muscles clench as he grips onto my thighs, his nostrils flaring as he stills for a second, letting us both revel in the moment. A tingle shoots through me almost instantly. Being with Trax is all I’ve ever wanted, and as he starts to rock into me, energy ignites inside my body. Fucking Trax is so different than any other man I’ve been with. The chemistry is heightened, the emotions are charged, the pleasure undeniable as he pulls back thrusting up inside me again. He moves hard, deep. Both our breaths are quick and uneven as I move my hand from my knee to my breast needing a little more. I tweak my nipple making me moan as I roll it between my fingers. The pleasurable pain stinging through me as he pummels into me.

  “Fuck, you’re hot when you touch yourself,” he groans, and I notice his face tighten like he’s getting close.

  He pushes deeper, a little faster, both our bodies building up a sheen of sweat as we rock together. His breathing becoming faster and faster. I can tell he’s close, but suddenly he pushes my legs to the side, they fall as he slides down on top of me, moving into a more missionary position.

  This is not the usual Trax. From what I remember, he likes to keep sex more dominant than sweet. But he moves over me, his eyes coming up to look down at me. He leans in pressing his lips to mine, his hands reaching out grabbing my wrists, pinning them beside my head.