Madeline Sheehan: Undeniable

“You keep sayin’ that,” He growled. “But we’re fuckin’ sleepin’ next to each other every night, an your pressin' your tits on my arm an your ass on my cock and I’m so fuckin’ hard I can’t see straight and you won’t fuckin’ do shit 'bout it. Makin’ me go out and fuck other bitches when you know I only want you. When you know I’m not gonna let anyone else fuckin’ near you. Ever. Never ever Eva. You get me or you get nothin’. Do you get that? You're not with me, you're never with no one.”

Ass. Hole.

"Frankie," She said evenly. "Stop acting crazy. I do not press anything against you. You wrap yourself around me like a damn blanket and it's you who is always rubbing against me and copping feels. And if you keep throwing this shit in my face I'm going to tell daddy you sleep in my bed every night. And I'll tell him you jerk off right next to me."

He heard Frankie’s heavy boots pounding the wood floors, then a door slammed. He waited a beat then continued down the stairs.

Eva was sitting in a corner on the third floor landing, knees pulled up to her chest, smoking a cigarette. Her head turned in his direction and she smiled. He smiled back.

"Hey," She said softly. "Thought you left."

He'd been trying to leave. He should still be trying to leave.

"I heard," He said gruffly. "You and that crazy fuck."

She pressed her lips together and looked away. "He's just overprotective."

"So your definition of overprotective is makin’ sure no man gets anywhere near you, forcin’ you into bein’ with him?"

She shrugged. "My father's going to pass him the gavel someday and Frankie and I together would give him peace of mind."

He got that. Preacher was looking out for his baby girl. Made sense. Put your VP and daughter together you know the club is going to be there for her when you no longer can. What he didn't get was how Preacher could, in good conscious, hand off his girl to a fucking mess of a man.

"Doesn't sound to me like that's what you want."

He watched her suck her bottom lip in her mouth and roll it under her teeth. Damn. Fuck. He really needed to adjust his cock.

"It's not," She whispered, dipping her head down, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

Walk away, he told himself. Walk the fuck away.

He bent down in front of her. "What do you want babe?"

She turned away from him and hid behind her hair but not before he saw her turn bright fucking red.

He filled with primal male satisfaction. She wanted him. Her, a fucking angel in a mess of demons, wanted him, one of the biggest fucking demons he knew.

“Say it,” He said harshly.

Fuck. What the fuck was he doing?

She turned back to him and tucked her hair behind her ears. God, that face. That sweet, perfect face.

“You a virgin, Eva?” He already knew the answer.

“Yes,” She whispered. Christ.

He leaned in closer, close enough to smell the nicotine and beer on her breath. “You ever been kissed darlin’?”

She sucked in a sharp breath. “No,” She breathed.

Good. So fucking good.

He turned his head and rubbed his cheek up against hers, inhaling her strawberry scented hair.

“You wanna be kissed?” He whispered in her ear.

He licked the skin just behind her ear and she shivered. He sucked on her skin, bit down lightly and rolled it between his teeth.

She was breathing hard, her pulse in her neck fluttering wildly against his mouth. He started sucking with vigor and her legs fell open. He took advantage and shoved himself between them.

He spread kisses across her neck and under her chin, up to her cheek, kissing a line to her mouth. His lips met hers. She trembled.

“One more time babe,” He said low and raspy. “You wanna be kissed?”

“Yes,” She whimpered.

He was instantly on his feet, yanking her up with him. Grabbing her waist, he hefted her up and pinned her against the wall. "Legs babe," He rasped. She wrapped her legs around his waist, he jammed his erection between her thighs and shoved his tongue inside her willing mouth.

He’d lost his mind. None of this should be happening.

But there it was.

…the road to hell is paved with good intentions and he’d just bought himself a one way ticket.

☼☼☼

I had never been kissed before and had no idea what to do so I didn’t do anything at all Deuce's hand tangled in my hair while his other hand cupped my jaw and squeezed my cheeks, causing my mouth to open. His tongue plunged inside, slid along mine and began exploring my mouth. No, exploring isn't the right word. He laid siege to my mouth, he plundered and pillaged until I had no reservations, no choice but to kiss him and so I kissed him back with all the fervor and passion a sixteen year old who has never been kissed has when kissing the man of her dreams.

Which was a lot.

I have no idea how long we kissed, you tend to lose track of time when you're young and enthralled. But like all things sexual in nature soon kissing was no longer enough.

I tried desperately to get closer. Burning hot, feeling ready to explode, I tore his hand from my hair and shoved it on my breast, whimpering needy little noises into his mouth. I needed more, so much more. I wanted his hands on me, touching me, I wanted skin against bare skin.

Shifted me in his arms, he lifted me higher and slid his hand down the back of my pants. One hand was squeezing my backside as the other slipped under my shirt and did the same to my breast and I was panting and he was cursing and it was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me. If he would have asked me to, I would have jumped on the back of his bike and rode to the ends of the earth with him.

"Deuce," I cried softly. "Oh my god, Deuce." His hips were between my thighs and he was grinding his body into mine. The friction of our jeans and the feel of his hands on me and his tongue in my mouth; something was happening, something that felt right and wrong and too much and not enough. Something I wanted more than my next breath.

He shifted me again and jammed his hand down the front of my jeans.

"Shhh," He growled into my mouth. "I got you, I fuckin' got you. Just let it go baby girl, just fuckin' let go."

His fingers slipped inside of me and my body locked up tight. My sex contracted and exploded, pulsing through the wonderful sensations.

He bent his head, pressing his forehead against mine.

"Wish I coulda felt that on my cock."

Oh god.

He pulled his hand from my pants only to slide it back up my shirt and resume playing with my breasts. His hand moved from one to the other and his fingers snagged on my necklace. Cupping the medallion in his palm, he looked up.

"Baby," He breathed. "What the fuck."

"You gave it to me," I said lamely. I left out the part where I loved it, never took it off and sometimes would hold it in my hand and stare at it for hours.

"Yeah," He whispered. He began thumbing my nipple, pinching and kneading the flesh around it. His groin pressed harder into mine. He started breathing faster. I started breathing faster.

“Kiss me,” I said breathlessly needing his mouth. "Please…"

Gently, he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, pulling and lightly licking and my head fell back against the wall. His mouth again found my neck and my body lit up like a firecracker. I reached between us, reached for him; cupped him. Groaning, he pushed himself into my hand. The world ceased to exist. It was only Deuce and me and this beautiful, perfect moment.

It ended abruptly.

"Fuck," He muttered, running his hands through his hair, backing away from me. "Fuck, I fucked up."

I took a step towards him, reaching out, wanting him back but he stumbled backwards putting more distance between us. I dropped my hand.