Romeo (Dark Knights MC/Blood Fury MC: Crossover)

Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

Holy shit. Was Romeo bothered by the fact a woman would actually want to have sex with no strings attached? Women beside sweet butts, that was.

That couldn’t be rare in his world, could it?

It was only logical to assume some women wanted to hook up with him with the end game of wearing his cut. Being the ol’ lady of a club president held some status and power in the MC world.

While technically MC “royalty” didn’t exist, Stella, Trip’s ol’ lady, was certainly considered the queen of the Blood Fury’s kingdom. But then, she was the perfect partner for the BFMC’s ruling “king.”

“You don’t have to worry about me wanting anything more than the sole reason I came here for. You can breathe easy, Rome.”

He cupped her ass and gave it a firm squeeze. “Ain’t havin’ a problem breathin’, woman. Just wonderin’ why the quiz before we fuck, that’s all. ”

“I won’t ask any more questions, then. I’ll simply stay blissfully ignorant about you, if that’s what you want.”

When he pinned his lips together, she grinned and grabbed his bearded face, got a good grip on the black, wiry hair, and pulled him forward as she leaned in.

“We don’t need to talk at all,” she whispered once their mouths were only a hairsbreadth away.

“Just how I fuckin’ like it,” he murmured back.

When she drew her tongue over her lips, his gaze followed. As soon as she was done, his eyes lifted and met hers.

Everything inside her clenched with what she saw in his. In that moment, she had no doubt that tonight he would deliver what she ordered.

He didn’t wait for her to close the slight gap. He took her mouth like it belonged to him, causing an electrical current to crackle and pop down her spine.

His full lips were soft, but firm, as they moved over hers. His tongue traced the seam of her mouth, encouraging her to open and let him in. She welcomed him.

Their tongues touched and took turns exploring.

She tasted beyond the beer and pot. She could taste him.

They hadn’t really kissed the last time they had sex. Instead, his lips had been busy everywhere else in his attempt to keep her mind off what came next. His intent was to get her so worked up; she’d forget she was a virgin.

Tonight, she was far from innocent, and she appreciated how well he kissed. Honestly, that surprised her. She figured, just like the first time with her, that he normally didn’t waste time on anything so intimate. That he only wanted a physical connection. One that was shallow, not deep.

But maybe kissing wasn’t a big deal for him. That it went along with the rest of it. He probably did whatever was needed to remove a woman’s clothes. And if kissing was the key to unlocking that next step…

Either way, she was overthinking it. She shouldn’t be concerned with what he did with other women, she should only be concentrating on this moment.

Bottom line, he was a damn good kisser, and she wouldn’t complain about taking time to lock lips with him, instead of immediately moving on to the main event.

Her moan ended up caught between them when he dug his fingers deeper into her ass and began kneading her cheeks with some enthusiasm.

At the same time, Romeo stole her breath before giving it back to her. Their tongues sparred for a few seconds before he used his to explore every inch of her mouth.

A groan worked its way from deep inside her when she dropped all of her weight onto his lap and ground against his hard cock. Circling her hips, she rode his denim-covered erection while his fingertips dug so deeply into her ass, it caused discomfort.

Despite that, she didn’t want him to stop.

When she continued to grind against him, he thrust upward over and over, giving her a preview of what was to come once they got naked. However, if they didn’t stop, she might come simply by dry humping the fully dressed man beneath her.

Was that a problem?

Not in her eyes.

She doubted it would be in his, either.

Most likely he’d be amused over the fact she could get off so quickly and without much effort.

Was it like that with everyone? Absolutely not. But there was something about Romeo…

Ooooh. Helloooo .

As expected, an orgasm ripped through her, making her gasp and rock herself over his steely length.

What she hadn’t expected was it to be that intense.

“For fuck’s sake,” he groaned the second he ripped his mouth free from hers. Holding her hips, he jammed his face between her cotton-covered breasts. Was it to hide his rapid panting? “So fuckin’ hard right now.”

He certainly was. It had to be uncomfortable.

Wrapping her arms around his head, she pinned him to her chest as tiny aftershocks continued from her powerful climax.

“Need this off you,” came muffled from her T-shirt. “Need everythin’ off you. Like fuckin’ yesterday.”

She wanted to see every inch of him, too.

Her memory of what he looked like had faded over the last half a decade. It was time to refresh that memory. The one she had compared every man to for the first couple of years afterward and was disappointed when they didn’t measure up.

“Are we going to have sex on the couch?” She hoped not.

He only hesitated for a heartbeat. “Fuck that. Want you spread naked on my bed.”

Using a bed got her vote, too.

His thighs were almost as rock hard as his cock. “You feel tense.”

“Tryin’ not to blow a goddamn load in my fuckin’ jeans. You comin’ like that…” He huffed out a breath. “For fuck’s sake…”

He pulled his face away from her. Oh yes, he appeared a bit tortured. She was surprised he wasn’t sprinting for the loft.

“Would carry you up but don’t wanna fall down those fuckin’ stairs and die. ”

“Not dying sounds like a solid plan,” she agreed.

One side of his mouth pulled up. “Figured it would.”

He surged to his feet at the same time cradling her in his arms as if she weighed nothing, despite knowing for a fact she weighed something. A whole bunch of somethings.

She hooked an arm around this thick, corded neck and grabbed one of his bulging biceps as he carried her the short distance across the room. While she wanted to avoid tumbling down the steps to her death, she also didn’t want to hit the tile floor, either.

The second he reached the base of the steps; he dropped her to her feet. “Get upstairs before I fuck you right here on the floor.”

She wrinkled her nose. “The floor’s dirty.”

“Right. Get the fuck upstairs, then.”

When she reached the third step, he slapped her ass hard, making her lurch forward and her heart do a somersault in her chest. She clung to the wooden banister by her nails. “Rome, don’t! I don’t want to fall.”

“You do, gonna catch you.”

“What if I knock you backwards and we both end up in a crumpled heap?”

“I’ll break your fall.”

“And I might break your bones.”

“Then hurry the fuck up.”

“Who designed these?” The steps were crazy steep. It would only take one misstep…

“Want me to research that, or do you wanna get fucked?”

“It was actually a rhetorical question.”

“Yeah? So was mine. Keep goin’.”

She pursed her lips and turned her attention back to the top. She was not fond of heights. At least the loft had a cable railing that would keep her from falling off the edge and to her early and tragic death.

As she worked her way up, the heat at her back told her that he was following closely behind her, but she wasn’t turning around to confirm.

She breathed easier when she reached the top and both of her feet were finally planted on a floor. Then, more panic ensued when she realized the loft didn’t have a bathroom. She’d have to climb back down if she needed to go.

“Do you sleep up here when you’re drunk?”

“Never drunk.”

A peel of laughter escaped her. “What? Now, I know that’s a damn lie.”

He grinned. “Couch is pretty fuckin’ comfortable.”

“If I lived here, I’d buy one with a pull-out bed.”

She glanced around. She thought the loft only held a bed. She was wrong. Personal photos decorated the opposite wall.

She immediately went over to a framed photo of a woman holding the hand of a child. She leaned closer and squinted as if that would help her recognize the people in the picture.

But the kid…

“Is that kid yours?” Was Romeo a father?

She heard a snort behind her. “The kid’s me.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “That’s you? But you look so sweet and innocent.”

“At ten, probably was.”

“But at eleven you turned into a badass gangster?”

When he huffed, “A gangster?” she giggled.

“The woman’s your mother?”

“Aunt.”

She found it interesting that he pronounced aunt differently than she did. He said it like “awnt,” while her whole life she always said it like “ant.” Huh.

She quickly scanned the rest of the framed photos. One posed shot included him and a bunch of other Knights. Next to it was a candid shot of Romeo. The smile he wore in the picture was blinding.

Jesus , he looked so damn young. And the cut he wore… “Prospect?”

“Yeah, was just handed my cut.”

“Beginning of the end, right?” she teased.

“As soon as I put that motherfucker on, my end goal was prez.”

She turned. “You go after what you want.”

“Don’t you?”

“And you get it.”

“Don’t you?” he repeated with a cocked eyebrow. “Wanted me and here the fuck you are.”

Of course he’d say that. She smothered a grin and turned to face him. “So… your aunt, huh?”

“Woman raised me.”

That was it? That was all he had to say? “What happened to your mother?”

His grin disappeared. “Story for another day.”

A day she doubted would ever come. They wouldn’t be best friends after this.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the wall of photos. “Got better things to do than jawin’ ‘bout nothin’.”

She doubted it was nothing. She had seen the way his expression changed when she asked about his mother. After that, she certainly wasn’t asking about his father.

“We doin’ this or what?”

“I didn’t climb those neck-breaking stairs for nothing,” she informed him. She needed a reward for taking that risk .

She took in his king-sized bed. It was a mess. Like he woke up and simply rolled out. “When was the last time your sheets were washed?”

He glanced over at this bed. “Gotta ask Tink.”

“Tink?”

When he opened his mouth, she gave him “the palm” to stop him from answering. “Never mind. I can figure it out.”

He tugged on his beard. “Got a problem with sweet butts?”

“Not as long as they don’t have a problem with me.”

“Used to them, right?”

“I guess so. But I’ve never…” She was about to say that she never shared a man with them before. But then, Romeo was the only true biker she ever had sex with. And she could guarantee he slept with plenty of them. She didn’t even have to ask.

Some of the single Fury members showed interest in her but they thought twice about it when it came to dealing with Shade afterward. Not that Maddie would’ve turned that interest, or even their innocent flirting, into anything more. She didn’t want to deal with the crap that went along with alpha-holes.

She stepped closer and tipped her face up to his. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone about this.”

“I run my fuckin’ mouth the last time?”

“Not that I’m aware of.” Another reason why she picked him back then. Despite having plenty of conquests, she never heard him brag about any of them. Most likely because he forgot them the second he pulled his jeans back up.

A lot of bikers didn’t see women as equals. Romeo was no different. To him, women had one function. To serve him. In bed. In the kitchen. Or by doing his bidding, whether it was doing his laundry or cleaning his place .

That was confirmed when she asked about his bedding. He didn’t know the last time they’d been washed because he had a sweet butt—apparently, one with the name of Tink—do it for him.

Her train of thought brought her back to something she should’ve asked five years ago. “You always use condoms, right?”

“Think I’m fuckin’ stupid?”

“A lot of men are.”

“If you think bein’ stupid’s limited to men, you’d be fuckin’ wrong.”

He was getting irritated. They needed to stop talking before he decided she wasn’t worth the effort and told her to go pound sand.

Though, she did already climax once tonight…

And it hadn’t been disappointing.

Even so…

She stepped back, raked her gaze down him from his smooth, bald head to his biker boots. “Let’s get naked.”

The corners of his lips curled up in a wicked grin. “‘Bout fuckin’ time.”