"f.u.c.k!" He took hold of her hand, and placed it above her head. "If you're ready for me to f.u.c.k you, tell me you're ready for me to f.u.c.k you, and I'll do it."

Before she could protest, he took possession of her lips, and all of her anger dissipated as his kiss became pa.s.sionate. She'd never been kissed in such a way before, and she moaned, arching up against him.

Slowly, Pipe started to move. His c.o.c.k pumped in and out while he kissed her deeply. His tongue traced across her bottom lip then plunged inside. Pipe kept her locked in place, at his mercy.

His c.o.c.k was like a brand inside her, making it impossible for her to move. She didn't want to. Whatever had happened from minutes ago had turned the unbearable pain into the most kind of exquisite pleasure on the earth. She was so wet, or at least she felt wet with the way he was sliding in and out of her.

Breaking from the kiss, Pipe reared back. "Do you want to see my d.i.c.k, baby?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to see it sliding inside you, covered in your c.u.m?"

"Yes."

Every word he spoke added to her pleasure. She'd do whatever he needed her to do, and more, just to keep the amazing feeling he was creating inside her body.

"Please, Pipe, f.u.c.k me."

He knelt up, grabbed her hips, and started to slowly f.u.c.k her.

"Watch us, baby, watch how f.u.c.king wet you are."

She watched his c.o.c.k slide out of her, and it was slick with her c.u.m. The pleasure built inside her, and she couldn't look away. She pushed up to meet him thrust for thrust.

This was her first ever time getting f.u.c.ked, and she loved it.

Pipe wasn't going to last. Her p.u.s.s.y was so f.u.c.king tight, and she was squeezing him even more as she neared her o.r.g.a.s.m. She was literally blowing his mind with how d.a.m.n responsive she was. Her t.i.ts were bouncing with each thrust of his c.o.c.k, and she was begging for him to f.u.c.k her harder.

Her gaze was on his c.o.c.k, and she hadn't looked away, not even for a second. He found that to be one of the hottest things of all, the way she watched him.

Slamming into her p.u.s.s.y, he let go of one of her hips, to slide his fingers across her c.l.i.t. All it took was a couple of strokes, and she screamed out her pleasure, calling his name, over and over.

He couldn't hold back, and with a few thrusts inside her c.u.n.t, he erupted, filling her with his c.u.m. Pipe hadn't worn a rubber, and he didn't care what came of it. Elena was his, and if they got pregnant, it would solve so many of their problems.

When it was over, he stayed inside her, and collapsed beside her on the bed. He cupped her cheek, running his thumb across her bottom lip.

"How was that?" he asked. "Are you in a lot of pain?"

She licked the tip of his thumb, and shook her head. "No, I'm not in any pain. Is that weird?"

"No. I'm going to run you a bath, and we'll have a soak to ease any pain that you might have." He'd never taken a virgin before, but he'd read in some sappy s.h.i.t that women took baths, right?

He wanted to do right by Elena, and already he was f.u.c.king up.

"So, how are we going to make this work?" she asked.

"What?"

"Us, you and me, and the fact we've got two MCs who don't get along all that well." She placed her hand on his side, and pulled away just as quickly as she placed her hand there.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"I didn't know if I should touch you or not."

"Baby, I've just f.u.c.ked you, took your cherry, and my d.i.c.k is still very happy inside you. You can touch me anytime you want."

Her hand went back to his side, and everything felt right to him with her touch. She grounded him in ways that killing and the club never had.

"So, how are we going to make this work? I don't want Saint finding out, not just yet."

No, he didn't want Saint finding out either. The last thing he needed was for Elena's brother to scare her, and he wouldn't be able to have these moments of holding her, and he wanted to hold her in his arms. She was like a drug to him, and he was going to take advantage any way that he could to keep her in his life.

"We're not going to be telling Saint anything." He stroked her cheek, and smiled. "You don't have to worry."

"Sneaking around isn't exactly going to be fun."

"There are places neither of our clubs go."

"Isn't it dangerous? You're in charge, the leader of your club. Shouldn't you have some kind of protection."

"Yes, I do. I have a couple of men who watch my back, babe. Knife is one of them. The man you saw last night, and also Shawl. You've not met him, but both will have my back."

"We're not going to be alone?" she asked.

"We'll be alone for the most part. It depends where we meet. If we meet at the bar, I'll be there with you no problem. I've got a private place not too far from the clubhouse, and you can visit me any time. I'll show you where it is later tonight, if you want?"

"I've got to work today." She jerked, and glanced behind her. "In three hours."

He nodded. "I'm going to run you a bath. Stay here." He pulled out of her tight little p.u.s.s.y, and he hated it when he saw her wince.

Pipe made his way toward her bathroom, and started running her a bath. When he saw some soothing salts, he added them into the water as well.

"How do you know where my bathroom is?" she asked.

He turned to find her stood in the doorway. "If you'd come home like I thought you would, you'd have been f.u.c.king me the whole night."

"You've been here the whole night, and no one saw you?"

"Why do you think I said we could make this work? I'm here, and no one knows I'm here. We can make this work." He folded his arms, and stared down her body. There were a few specks of blood on the inside of her thighs, which he hated, but it made her his. Elena belonged to him. "I was going to spank your a.s.s for leaving a window open." He walked up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and cupping her a.s.s. "Now, you're going to get a spanking if you don't leave it open."

"And why would I leave it open?"

"Because I'm going to be the one climbing in the window." Her a.s.s filled his hands, giving him something to grab onto. Claiming her lips, he pressed his tongue inside her mouth, and moaned as his c.o.c.k twitched to life.

Down, boy. She needs to have some time to rest.

"Come on, let's get you soaked before you have to leave for work. You were with Sarah last night?"

He turned the hot water off, and checked the temperature of the water to make sure she wouldn't burn herself. When he was satisfied that she wouldn't hurt herself, he held his hand out for her to take, and she placed her much smaller one inside his.

Pipe helped her into the bath, and then climbed in after her. He kept his legs wide, and she rested between them.

"I was with Sarah last night. I didn't want to risk a run-in with Saint, but it didn't matter. He came with Ralf and a couple of others to Sarah's home." She shrugged. "Sarah's really upset."

Pipe didn't say anything, holding out his hands for her to take.

"Ralf was being an a.s.s to her, and he had no right to invite himself into her place. He literally let them in, and then they started demanding answers to questions that they had no right to ask. G.o.d, it was so d.a.m.n annoying, and even thinking about it now makes me angry."

"Sarah's your friend. She comes first," he said.

"I don't even know what Ralf's problem is. He pursued her, not the other way around. Sarah was hesitant to be with him, but he was the one who became a deputy. She didn't ask him to do that."

"He did it all himself?"

"Yeah. She worked at Dirty Deeds with me, and Ralf was determined to keep trying to be with her." She sighed. "Now he's left her, but he's not going to let her go. It's annoying, and he's going to make it hard for her to even move on. She deserves to move on." She growled. "It's frustrating as h.e.l.l."

He chuckled and kissed her neck. "Guys are so strange."

"You're telling me." She glanced up at him, and smiled. "Are you going to get all strange on me?"

"Nah, I know where my d.i.c.k feels good. I'm not going to ruin any chance to be with you." He didn't give a s.h.i.t that he sounded like a p.u.s.s.y. Elena, she owned him, and she didn't even know it.

Chapter Six.

"You're in a good mood this morning," Sarah said, drawing Elena's attention. Her body was incredibly sore. The bath had helped somewhat, but it hadn't eased everything. She was no longer a virgin. Not only was she no longer a virgin, but she had lost it to a man like Pipe, and he was amazing.

"I feel in a good mood."

"Does this have something to do with a certain biker last night?" Sarah asked.

Elena tensed up and averted her gaze.

"It is, isn't it?"

"Don't say anything," Elena said. "Please I really like him, and I don't want Saint to ruin this for me." Her brother would, as he couldn't handle her being happy. At least, that was how he made her feel, that her being happy wasn't good enough.

"Have you taken the time to talk to Saint? He's your brother, and I'm sure he wants what is best for you."

Elena looked toward Sarah. "Not really."

"Maybe you should talk to him."

"Not about Pipe. He wouldn't understand. Please don't say anything."

"I'm not going to say anything, Elena. You're happy with Pipe, and I think that's a good thing." Sarah glanced toward the main door. "I know this is going to be your secret. I won't tell, I promise."

"Even if Ralf asks?"

"Especially if Ralf asks," Sarah said. "After you left this morning, I took a shower, and I thought about what we'd talked about. My life with Ralf was good, but it wasn't perfect. We didn't have a perfect relationship. We had an okay one. We got complacent with each other. Ralf wasn't happy, and I think I was waiting for it all to fail." She shrugged. "I guess it all sucks for us all."

"No, it doesn't. You didn't ask Ralf to change, did you?"

"What? No, of course not. He was always asking me out, and it made me nervous. I'd never been good around men, and Ralf, he's not the kind of man you ignore. He's the kind of man you pay attention to. I tried to ignore him, and I failed. From the moment we were together, I knew it wasn't going to last, and that sucks. It all sucks, and there's nothing we can do about that. Some couples are not meant to be."

"Do you think I'm making a mistake?" Elena asked.

"I don't know if you're making a mistake or not. If Pipe makes you happy, then stick with it, and be happy. Sometimes it's just about finding some happiness together."

Elena nodded. She couldn't find fault with what Sarah was saying. They stopped talking as the shop started to get busy. Elena left Sarah to handle the customers while she went toward the back, and started filling out internet orders. She brought the orders up online, and began packaging them up.

Her cell phone chimed, letting her know that a text had come through. She stopped what she was doing, and glanced down to see Pipe had sent her a text.

Pipe: Hey, beautiful, how are you feeling?

She couldn't help but smile at his text.

Elena: I'm fine. Working!

After her response she didn't expect to hear anything else from him. Seconds later, her cell phone chimed again.

Pipe: How's your p.u.s.s.y?

Elena: You've got to stop texting.

Pipe: Tell me, or I'm coming to see you myself.

Rolling her eyes, she couldn't believe how much fun she was having.

Pipe: I'm coming!

Attached to his text was a picture of his bike, and she panicked. There was no way she wanted to ruin this before it had even started.

Elena: No. I'm fine, really. I'm just sore, really sore. You're not a small man, and you've proven that. I want to do it again, though. I really want to do it again, and again, and again. Are you coming over tonight?

"What's going on?" Saint asked, startling her.

She quickly sent the text, and pressed her phone to silent. Turning toward her brother, she couldn't bring herself to force a smile. "What are you doing here?"