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

Chapter 24

Chapter Twenty-Four

Apparently, Romeo was done talking since he shuffled them over to the bed, yanked her off balance and caused them both to crash land onto the mattress. When he rolled, pinning her underneath him, Maddie stared up into his intense, dark eyes and her heart did a somersault.

None of it made sense. Why did she find Romeo so damn hot? So sexy? She never wanted a biker before, even for a fling, so why did she want a womanizer like him?

Not permanently, of course.

But naked.

The man was drool-worthy when only wearing his tattoos. He was also orgasm-inducing because he knew how to use that beard to his advantage.

Beards had never been her thing. Mostly because most men didn’t know how to care for them properly and the longer they got, the scragglier they became. In the past, she’d seen beards that resembled a tumbleweed glued to a man’s chin and cheeks .

Unlike some other bikers, Romeo seemed to take real pride in his facial hair. Maybe because he had no hair on top of his head. Not only was his thick, jet-black beard well-groomed, it fit his face. In truth, it fit him.

“Problem?” came his grumble.

“Only that we’re still both dressed.”

One side of his very kissable mouth pulled up. “Anxious for my dick?”

Oh , someone was getting even cockier than normal. “Is that what I said?”

“Ain’t blind. Can see it in your eyes, woman. Can also see how fuckin’ hard your nipples are. Bet if I touched your pussy, it would be soaked.”

That same pussy clenched in anticipation of his touch. “Why me, Rome?”

He narrowed his eyes on her. “Whataya mean?”

“Why me? You have plenty of women at your disposal, why are you chasing me?”

That cocky expression quickly dissipated. “Ain’t chasin’. Don’t chase after any damn female.”

Huh. Why did he look insulted? “You came to my job. You came to my apartment,” she reminded him. That sounded like chasing to her.

“Yeah, and you hunted me down at Dick’s. So fuckin’ what?”

“We could’ve simply had sex that night and after I left, you never had to see me again. I was okay with that, I figured you would be, too. Isn’t that how you normally prefer it?”

“Says fuckin’ who?”

“Says your past actions. Tell me, how often do you do a repeat? Other than with sweet butts, of course.”

A deep crease appeared on his forehead, and he growled, “Whataya doin’, Maddie? ”

She thought it was obvious. “Trying to figure out how I’m different from the other women you smash and dash.”

He rolled off her and sat up, giving her his broad back and a clear view of his cut with its rockers and patches. It was a good reminder that the Knights were a huge part of his life and always would be. He lived and breathed that club. Most loyal MC members did. Being a biker was their life, not a hobby.

“What the fuck you doin’, Maddie?”

Did he not like being called out? That surprised her. She figured he wouldn’t care since Romeo had a reputation he normally embraced. “Trying to protect myself.”

“From?”

“You.”

He scrubbed his hand back and forth over his smooth scalp. The jerky motions were evidence of his annoyance. “Didn’t think you wanted anythin’ more than dick.”

She thought she’d been pretty clear about it. “And that’s true. I only wanted to forget my work situation for an hour or two. You seemed like an easy solution since I assumed you didn’t like strings.”

When his head jerked sharply, she also sat up.

“But then you stuck your nose in my business by coming to my place of employment and now here you are in my bedroom.” To her, that felt like strings. Maybe they weren’t quite as heavy as chains, but more like thin dental floss.

“To fuck.”

No, it was more than that. “You came to my job and pretended to have an injury so you could fuck me again? Of course you didn’t. One didn’t have anything to do with the other. You said you wanted to protect me. That’s not typical behavior for someone who prefers one-night stands.”

He sucked on his teeth loud enough for her to hear it .

Did he not like being in the hot seat? Huh. Pity.

She added, “And don’t give me that bullshit excuse about the Fury being an ally, Rome.”

“Ain’t an excuse when it’s fuckin’ true.”

“Okay,” came out on a sigh.

“Okay what?”

She shrugged. “Just okay.”

His expression turned hard, leading her to believe that he didn’t like that response. Most likely because he realized it was her attempt to end that line of conversation.

It was obvious he was only using the Knights alliance with the Fury as an excuse. Because if he was really worried about her situation, as the Knights’ president, he could have easily reached out to Trip, the Blood Fury’s president, and shared his concerns.

Would she have been pissed about him doing so? Of course. Because like him showing up as a fake patient at Smith’s, Romeo was still sticking his nose where it didn’t belong.

Despite his opinion on it.

Despite her telling him multiple times to mind his own business.

When he stood and took a couple of steps away from the bed, she figured he was leaving. At least until he stopped.

Once again, she focused on the back of his cut, a harsh reminder of who and what he was.

That ended up being a fleeting thought when her gaze drifted down to his ass and she had a flashback of her fingers digging deep into his well-developed glutes, experiencing the power behind each forceful pump.

Her pussy pulsed at that particular memory, plus everything else that happened while they were naked.

The truth was, she didn’t want him to leave .

Not yet, anyway.

Was that selfish? Possibly. But she couldn’t imagine that Romeo would say no if she asked him to stay. “Are you leaving?”

He turned, wearing a scowl. “Want me to leave?”

“Isn’t that why you got up?”

“Got up to take off all this shit.”

Well then…

In this case, she didn’t mind being wrong.

However… she wondered how often Romeo got fully naked with his conquests or if she was a special case. She was afraid if she asked, it might bring them back to their previous conversation. Not only was that conversation beating a dead horse, she preferred to get to where they weren’t having any conversation at all.

The whole reason they were in her bedroom.

It was also safer that way since, apparently, they didn’t see eye to eye on certain topics. One being her personal life.

“Do you need help?” she offered. “I’m available and eager to assist.”

“All that chili made me pretty fuckin’ tired, so could use the help.”

She liked the direction of this conversation a whole lot better. He probably did, too. “Do you at least have enough strength to take off your boots?”

“Probably can manage that.”

She definitely preferred this playful teasing over the more serious stuff. Plus, the fact he could lighten up made him even more attractive in her eyes.

After unlacing his boots and yanking them off, his socks quickly followed. She was pleasantly surprised that they didn’t have any holes with his little piggies jutting out.

Of course, that thought led her to wondering if he shopped for his own clothes or if he sent one of the club girls to pick him up packs of socks and boxer briefs. If they did his laundry, Maddie wouldn’t doubt they went that extra mile for the Knights’ prez.

She would never understand a sweet butt’s need to please these bikers, despite being treated like indentured servants. The reality was, they chose to live that lifestyle and none that she knew were being held against their will.

Once he was barefooted, he held his arms up and out to the side in an unspoken message for her to take over.

She would be happy to do so.

She got to her feet and walked slowly toward him, deciding where to start.

His cut, of course. A biker’s pride and joy. Also as important as his sled since it was proof of his brotherhood and his way of life. His cut defined him.

“Turn around.”

When he did, she slid her hands up his arms and under the shoulders of the leather vest before carefully slipping it off. The heaviness of the gun was unmistakable, and most likely hidden somewhere in the liner.

“Careful with that.”

“With that comment, I’ll assume it really is locked and loaded.”

“Ain’t worth shit otherwise.”

She went over and hung his cut on the hook attached to the back of her bedroom door. When she turned, he was watching her intently with his expression blank and his dark eyes unreadable.

His body language also gave nothing away.

Was he trying to hide something? Or was she overthinking it ?

She stopped toe-to-toe with him and grabbed his shirt, peeling it up and off him, to expose his very impressive, tattooed chest. She smoothed both hands over his heated skin and followed the contours of his muscles.

He continued to hide his thoughts and, surprisingly, had zero reaction to her touching him. So, she bent her knees enough so she could draw her tongue from his belly button up his abs and between his defined pecs.

He fisted her hair tightly like a ponytail and growled, “Woman.”

Well, that got a reaction.

She paused to flick one of his dark, pebbled nipples with the tip of her tongue before doing the same to the other. When she straightened, the look on his face made her pussy pulse with every thump of her heart.

It was also getting slicker by the second.

They needed to get this moving before she ended up in a huge puddle at his feet.

Leaning into him, she drew her nose along his throat while inhaling the scent typical of a biker—exhaust, leather, weed and something else she couldn’t identify—at the same time working his belt buckle open and unfastening his jeans.

Heat radiated from him like a furnace and seared her everywhere she touched. But it also drew her like a moth to a flame.

She shouldn’t like him.

She shouldn’t want him.

She shouldn’t have let him into her apartment.

But she did.

She didn’t know what his “secret sauce” was that made him so damn irresistible but now she semi-understood why he had plenty of women at his fingertips for his use and disposal.

Maybe after tonight, she’d be the next one kicked to the curb.

He might even block her number and tomorrow night be on the prowl for his next conquest.

Would she care? She wanted to say no, but that might no longer be true.

Doing this was not a good idea.

In fact, all of this was a very bad idea.

Despite her gut instinct, she shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down anyway.

Or until they got hung up on his erection. The second she freed him, he grabbed his cock to slowly stroke his length as he stepped out of the jeans and underwear nested at his feet.

It was no lie that Romeo was quite a specimen. It always surprised her when bikers worked out. Before her family became a part of the Fury, she didn’t know much about bikers or motorcycle clubs and would’ve thought they all had beer bellies and violent tempers.

It was obvious that Romeo took care of himself. Maybe to get more women? Maybe for his own pride? She didn’t know, but she appreciated the effort he put into his physique.

While he was naked, she could forget for a while that he was a biker. Being naked, she saw him as she would anyone else.

“Now you.”

His voice was so deep and gravelly, it caused tingles to explode through her, made her nipples ache, her pussy clench and her breathing to become a bit ragged.

“You’re not going to help?” The huskiness in her own voice caught her off guard.

“Fuck no. Gonna watch you get naked.” Her split-second hesitation had him growling, “Woman, do it now,” next .

Another good reminder of who he was.

A bossy biker. Whether wearing his club’s colors on a cut or inked onto the skin of his bare back.

Everything she thought she did not want in a man.