Journey (Soulless Kings MC: Marble Falls, TX #2)

2. Wren

CHAPTER 2

WREN

Can you fuck away my demons?

Follow me.

Two very simple words, but the physical reaction my body is experiencing to them is anything but. My stomach flutters like it’s holding a million butterflies, and my heart pounds so hard I fear it’ll explode right out of my chest.

I’d fucking follow this man anywhere… Especially if that ass is on display.

Leah leans close to me. “Close your mouth before the drool starts dripping to the floor,” she whispers.

I whip my head to the left and stare at her with wide eyes. “What?”

“You’re staring,” she informs me. “And you’re starting to walk funny from pressing your thighs together.”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” I reply indignantly, shifting my eyes forward.

“Bullshit.” Leah giggles. “If we weren’t in public, you’d already be fucking the man.”

Journey hesitates mid-step, and his shoulders shake with laughter before he continues forward.

“Could you be any louder?” I ask Leah, my whisper harsh.

“I don’t mind,” Journey says without turning around.

Heat floods my cheeks, and I groan.

“What’ll you have?” Journey asks when we reach the bar.

“Vodka cranberry.”

“Gin and tonic.”

Leah and I speak simultaneously, and Journey nods before rattling off our order to the bartender.

Once our drinks are presented, a few minutes of silence pass while we all dive in. Jackyl strikes up a conversation with Leah, and it’s not long before the two disappear onto the dancefloor.

“Wanna dance?” Journey asks me. I shake my head, and he sighs with relief. “Thank fuck. I can’t dance for shit.”

Chuckling, I smile at him. “Me either. At least not—” Realizing what I was about to say, I slap a hand over my mouth.

Journey’s eyes spark with curiosity, and he gently grabs my hand and lowers it to my side. “At least not what?”

“Vertically,” I blurt, somehow recognizing that he’s not going to let me off the hook. “I can’t dance vertically.”

He arches a brow. “Is that so?”

I square my shoulders. “Yep.”

Now, this behavior might cause some to think I’m a slut, and maybe they’d be right. But the truth of the matter is, I like sex. It’s the one thing I can do that chases away my demons. Sure, it’s temporary, but it’s also the closest to perfection someone like me can get, so why not indulge when I can?

He downs the shot of Jack he ordered before grabbing my hand. “How ‘bout you show me?”

I slip my hand out of his grip. “I don’t even know you.”

Not that that is gonna actually stop me.

Journey’s eyes darken. “That’s an easy fix,” he says. “Whaddya wanna know?”

Can you fuck away my demons?

“Journey and Jackyl,” I say instead. “What kinda names are those?”

“They’re road names,” he says. “Ya know… for bikers.”

“I’m sure there’s a story there.”

“There is,” he confirms. “But is storytime really what you’re after?”

I grin. “Nope.”

“Next question.”

I glance at his hand. “Are you single, or do you have a ring tucked away somewhere?”

Journey stiffens as if I’ve offended him. “If I were taken, I wouldn’t be here hoping like hell that you’re gonna stop playing twenty questions and ask me to take you home.”

“Fair enough.”

“So?”

I pause for a moment, liking the back-and-forth banter with him. “What’s your favorite position?”

His lips tilt upward. “Whatever position gets you off.”

My pussy clenches with desperation, and I brush past him and head for the door. Glancing over my shoulder, I ask, “You comin’?”

I don’t bother waiting. He’ll follow.

As soon as I step outside, I move to my right and pull my cell out of my back pocket to send a quick text to Leah to let her know I’m leaving.

“I’m this way.”

My gaze whips to Journey, and his thumb is hitched over his shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m gonna drive myself,” I tell him.

He shrugs. “Suit yourself.”

I rattle off my address and continue to my car. Ten minutes later, I’m pulling into the parking lot of my apartment building, and Journey is behind me on his Harley.

“Nice place,” Journey comments after I get out of my car.

I look around at our surroundings, taking in where I live and trying to see it from his perspective. The smell from the overflowing dumpster pollutes the air, and the piles of broken furniture are an eyesore. The building itself is rundown, as are the vehicles filling the lot.

I face Journey and smirk. “Not a fan of liars.”

He chuckles, and the deep rumble renews the lust he evoked back at the bar. “How about politeness?”

Pretending to think about it for a moment, I tap my chin. “Yeah, I think I can deal with that.”

“Good.”

“C’mon. I promise, it can only go up from here.”

“I’m counting on it,” he says with a wink.

Leading him to my third-story walkup, my mind races. I’ve never cared one way or another about others' opinions because they’re like assholes… everyone has one. But I find myself giving a damn about what this man thinks.

When I open my door, I step inside and to the left so he can enter. Holding my breath, I wait for his reaction, and when he whistles, I smile. The outside of my home might be shit, but inside is an entirely different matter.

“I was not expecting this,” he says as he approaches my wall of art. “Did you do these?”

My eyes flit from one colored-pencil drawing to the next, pride welling in my chest. Life might be challenging for me, but at least I know I excel at something.

“Yeah. I, uh, illustrate children’s books. Those are the originals.”

“You’re really good.”

“I know.”

“And humble,” he teases.

I shrug. “I’m sure there’s something you’re good at and not at all ashamed to admit it.”

He crosses the room to me and grabs my hand to tug me into his chest. “There’s a lot I’m good at,” he says, heat sparking in his gaze. “And by morning, you’ll know exactly how good I am.”

Journey dips his head and fuses his lips to mine. He darts his tongue into my mouth, swirling it around mine. He tastes of liquor and sin and smells of leather and smoke.

Yanking my hips forward, he presses his hard cock against me. Electricity zips through my system, and I moan into his mouth.

“Bedroom?” he asks when he pulls his head back.

I shake my head as I slide my hands between our bodies and unbuckle his belt. “Right here.”

Journey’s nostrils flare. “Fine by me.”

He grips the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head before tossing it to the floor. Then he unsnaps my jeans and shoves them and my panties down. Without warning, he thrusts his hand between my legs and slides a finger between my folds.

“Oh, God,” I groan, letting my head fall back.

Journey urges me backward until I connect with the wall. He leans in and latches onto a nipple, not bothering to take off my bra.

“So fucking sexy,” he says when he releases me. He pushes two fingers inside me and growls. “So fucking wet.”

“Cock,” I plead. “I need your cock.”

“Not quite yet.” He drops to his knees, presses his face to my pussy, and licks my clit. “Sexy, wet, and goddamn sweet.”

He crooks his fingers, hitting that elusive spot deep within, and the combination of that and his mouth causes my hips to buck.

“That’s it,” he croons. “Come for me, Wren.”

The sound of him saying my name does me in, and I convulse around him. He doesn’t let up on his ministrations until my knees go weak.

Journey rises to his full height, a grin on his face as he licks his lips. With his stare leveled on me, he strips, and the sound of his erection hitting his stomach seems to echo in the space.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he growls as he lifts me so I can wrap my legs around his waist.

He reaches down to line himself up with my entrance and then pushes inside me in one long, smooth thrust. I stretch to accommodate his impressive size and dig my heels into his back like I’m afraid he’s going to pull away.

While Journey undulates his hips, he slips my bra strap from my shoulder to expose my breast before leaning down to suck a nipple between his lips. As he glides in and out of me, I use the wall as leverage to match his pace.

Heat builds from the inside out, and I know this man is gonna make me come a second time in a matter of minutes. When he releases my nipple with a pop, a shiver races down my spine, and I bite my bottom lip as a wave of pleasure washes over me.

“So soon?” he teases.

I nod frantically as my orgasm intensifies, refusing to release me from its grip. Several more thrusts, and Journey’s cock pulses. He sinks his teeth into my shoulder, groaning as his movements slow.

My body goes limp, but he doesn’t let me go. Instead, he slides out of me and carries me to the couch. After gently laying me down, he walks away, and I’m too spent to wonder where he’s going.

When he returns, he presses a warm washcloth between my legs, and I squeak with shock.

“What the fuck?” I ask, although my tone is not nearly as demanding as I’d hoped.

“Shhh,” he urges. “Just cleaning you up.”

“Oh.”

“Get some rest,” he says. “We’re going another round before I leave.”

“Promise?” I ask sleepily.

“Damn straight.”

Yawning, I let my eyes fall closed. Within seconds, I’m asleep. That’s what sex does to me. It chases the world away and lets me rest.

I don’t know how long I sleep, but Journey is a man of his word. We fuck on the couch twice more before I doze off again. And when I wake up, unwelcome annoyance slithers through me.

Journey, along with any trace of him, is gone.