The Originals (Ghosttown Riders #10)

Chapter Six

While Meg appreciated Mick not only coming after her, but seeing her side of it, she still had reservations about continuing their date. Maybe it was a little insecurity on her end. But he had made a statement, and she believed him. This thing between the two of them was strong, and it went beyond a lustful attraction. She’d meant every word she’d said to him. She liked being around him. And this is a big part of his life.

Meg was a little uneasy following Mick back into the clubhouse. She’d just made a grand exit, and now she was strolling back in. Barely anyone noticed except a bitter blonde sitting in the lap of another biker. When she paused just inside the door, Mick grabbed her hand, pulling her to his side. He leaned over, kissed her head, and tightened his hold on her hand.

Meg fought down a smile and happened to glance over at Bebe once again. She’d obviously been watching. Her lips twisted, and her scowl deepened. Meg smiled. It looks like I won, Bebe.

Mick walked her to a small table in the corner. It was currently occupied, but as they got closer, she noticed Mick lifted his chin and the two younger bikers with prospect patches immediately stood. They even grabbed the empty bottles, clearing the table.

Meg wasn’t sure of Mick’s position in the club, but it must be an important one. In a move that surprised her, he grabbed the back of a vacant chair, pulling it out for her.

“Have a seat.”

Meg eyed the chair, still in a little shock.

“Didn’t think I had any manners?” He teased.

Her cheeks heated. “Aside from one date, and I’m pretty sure he was just trying to get laid, no one’s ever done this gentlemanly gesture.” Meg sat down, and Mick followed suit, pulling the other chair next to her. His leg brushed against hers, and his hand wrapped over her knee. Even through a thick layer of denim, she felt his touch straight to her core.

“Did it work for him?”

Meg chuckled. “No.”

Mick leaned closer, tightening his hold. His beard brushed against her cheek, and he whispered in her ear. “Is it working for me?”

Yes!

Meg clamped her lips together, fighting against the blood rushing through her veins. She wasn’t sure if it was his good looks, the rumble of his deep voice, or both, but she wiggled slightly in her seat and angled her head. They were only a breath apart. He stared back at her as if she was the only woman in the room, possibly the world. Maybe that was his MO. It’s working, Mick. However, she wasn’t going to let him know that.

The corner of her mouth curled. “Maybe.”

He grinned. “It’s not a no.”

The moment felt so intimate that she was willing him to kiss her. Even in a rowdy, crowded room, she wanted to kiss him. His smile grew, and he arched his brow as if daring her to make the first move. Meg looked down at his mouth, remembering their kiss from the other night. Had they been anywhere private and kissed, she had no doubt he could’ve done just about anything, and she would’ve loved it.

Meg was just about to lean in, completely giving in to temptation. But a loud clank on the table had her sitting straight and looking up at the woman at the end of the table.

Colleen smiled. “I thought you guys might want some beers.”

Meg looked at the two bottles. One was a brand she hadn’t heard of, and another was the kind she’d been drinking. She’d remembered. Meg grabbed the bottle and lifted it an inch.

“Thank you.”

Colleen nodded with a sweet smile then turned to Mick. Her smile faltered, and she held up her hands, walking backward.

“Sorry for the interruption.”

What? Colleen didn’t look necessarily scared, but as if she’d made a mistake. Meg elbowed Mick, who was scowling at the bartender.

“You’re giving her a death stare when all she did was bring us beers.”

Mick sighed, looking over at her. “Wasn’t all she did. Like Coll said, she interrupted.”

Meg held back her smile. It seemed Mick was in tune with her enough to know she was going to kiss him before Colleen showed up. Maybe he’d wanted it just as much as she did. Meg lifted her bottle, slowly wrapping her lips around the head, and kept her eyes on Mick. He was fixated on her mouth. She took a long pull from the bottle then licked her lips. He tore his eyes from her lips and turned to the table, resting his elbows. He aggressively grabbed the bottle and took a long swig. He was definitely frustrated, which only made Meg scoot her chair closer and wrap her arm around his bicep. He stilled under her touch and slowly tilted his head.

Meg leaned in, inches from his mouth. So close. Had this happened five seconds earlier, she probably would have ignored the rambunctious hollering. Meg spun her head, and in the center of the room Bebe had taken center stage. The music was loud, and she was grinding on another man’s crotch, shaking her ass with her gaze locked in their direction. But she’s not looking at me.

Bebe grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off over her head, displaying her large breasts for everyone to see. Meg snorted and rolled her eyes. She slyly peeked over at Mick. He hadn’t moved. He was still leaning on the table, looking at Meg.

“You’re missing the show.” Even Meg could hear the bite in her tone.

“I don’t want a show.” His gaze heated. “I only want you.”

It could have been a line. For all Meg knew, Mick had used it hundreds of times. She wasn’t sure how many women had fallen for it. But he was about to add one more to the list. Meg was done fighting against her attraction.

“Can we leave now?” Meg asked, watching his jaw square. It was clear he was not happy with her question.

“Want me to take you home?”

She leaned closer and dropped her hand to his thigh, inches away from his cock. “I want you to take me to your bed.”

****

What the fuck did she just say?

Mick wasn’t sure he’d heard Meg right. Her hand slid higher up on his inner thigh, and he ground his teeth. Before he could question her, she slipped off her stool. Mick didn’t hesitate. He stood and rounded the table. He hooked his arm around her waist, tucking her into his side.

The party was crowded, and he veered left. It was a clear opening to get through the room to the hallway. It also put them in direct line with the show. Mick didn’t even spare the gyrating woman a glance. He’d slept with Bebe a few times, but he’d never felt anything more than a release. It blew his mind that she’d even think to use the few times they’d had sex against Meg. Mick was careful to stay on guard. He didn’t put it past Bebe to try something. In fact, Mick expected it.

So fucking predictable.

Just as he passed, Bebe reached out, wrapping her hand over his forearm in a tight hold. “Hey Mick.”

Mick jerked his head, yanked his arm out of reach, and turned, tucking Meg behind him. He grasped Bebe’s jaw, holding her tight enough to prove his point but not enough to hurt her. He was being kinder than most members would’ve been considering she was completely out of line.

Even if Mick hadn’t claimed Meg yet, there’d been enough talk around the clubhouse, which would get back to the whores. This one was playing a dangerous game.

“Don’t fucking touch me. If I wanted you, I’d send for you.” Mick hardened his stare, leaning closer. “That’s not gonna fucking happen, so move along. This shit happens again, you’re out. I’ll make sure of it.” Mick could’ve ended it at that, but it didn’t seem to fully sink in when the corner of her mouth spiked. He would drive home his point with the honest truth. “A lot of holes at this party. Yours ain’t special. ’Cause that’s all you are here unless someone claims you. Look the fuck around. No one is claiming you.” Mick paused, eyeing his brothers. Not one of them would step up for her. If she was gone, they’d just move on to the next girl.

Mick let go of her jaw, and she shook her head, taking a step back and glancing around at the brothers. If she was looking for some type of backup, she wouldn’t find it with the MC. The party had slowly started to resume, and a few brothers gave him a sharp nod. It was the universal sign letting him know they had his back. He reached for Meg. She clasped her hand in his and he started to walk away.

“Bet she can’t even suck dick.”

Mick was in mid-step when he heard the faint dig. Seconds later, Meg’s hand tightened over his, making it known she’d also heard the comment. He turned, but before he could say anything, Meg sidled up in front of him with her back pressed against his chest. She grabbed his hands and wrapping them around her waist.

“Probably don’t have as much as experience as you.” Meg’s voice was even and calm. She slid her fingers over his knuckles as if it were a careless thought, but she pressed her ass against his cock. “I actually don’t have much at all. I guess Mick will have to teach me exactly the way he likes it.”

Fuck, I like that. From the looks the brothers were giving Meg, they liked it too. It was best to get her out of there and into his bedroom. The brothers were eyeing Meg with too much intrigue and lust. But Meg wasn’t done with a show of her own.

“I don’t know if he likes it fast or slow, a lot of tongue on the shaft, or sucking on his head, or shoving it down my throat until my eyes tear and I almost choke.” Meg hummed. “I don’t have much of a gag reflex, though. I can probably take it as far down as he wants. And teeth? Is it an absolute no or does he like a gentle tease over his cock?”

Mick dug his fingers into her belly. She needed to stop talking.

“Then there’s the balls. I’ve heard men liked them sucked while getting jerked off.”

Grain dragged his hand over his mouth, eyeing Meg’s body and muttered, “Fuck yeah, it’s true.”

Fuck! Meg was giving him a visual, and his cock was pressing against the zipper of his jeans. Mick squared his jaw, watching Mack step around the brothers, along with Grain, eyeing Meg from head to toe. He could imagine the thoughts running through their minds. I’m thinking the same fucking thing.

Meg glanced back at him, sliding her nails over the back of his hands, with a small smile playing on her lips. “I’m a fast learner if you’re willing to teach me.”

She said it loud enough for everyone to hear, which earned her a round of appreciative and envious groans. Mick was done. Fucking done. If he didn’t get her in his room, he was running the risk of exploding. He grabbed her hand, not bothering to look or acknowledge anyone else. As they rounded the doorway to the stairs, he saw Jack with Tully and his old lady. Jack was leaning against the wall. Tully was sitting down, and Maureen was standing between his legs with her husband’s protective arm around her belly. There were only a few brothers who settled down and had families. Tully and Maureen were starting theirs, and expecting their first kid. No brother as solid and faithful, to not only the club but his old lady, than Tully. This brother never even entertained other women and always brought his woman to the parties.

Tully glanced behind Mick to Meg and smiled. Approval. It shouldn’t have mattered, but it did. Tully could recognize a good woman, and he was seeing it in Meg. As eager as Mick was to get Meg to his room, he stopped next to the couple and pulled Meg into his side.

“You know Jack. And this is Tully and Maureen.”

Meg smiled and waved. “Hi.”

Tully nodded but remained silent. Not Maureen though. She giggled and turned in Tully’s arms to face them.

“That was so much fun to watch.”

Mick’s lips twitched, and he lifted his chin. “We’ll catch up with you guys in a bit.”

“It was nice meeting you, Meg,” Maureen said.

“You too.”

Mick started past Jack and caught his smile aimed at Meg. He looked up at Mick. “She’s gonna fit in just fine here.”

Yes, she will.

Mick tightened his hold over her hand, leading her upstairs to his room. He stopped at his door, unlocked it, and ushered Meg inside.

Mick slammed the door behind him, stalked up to her, gripped her neck, and slammed his mouth down on hers. He slid his tongue past her lips, giving her no time to take a breath. This was what he’d wanted from her all night. He was done waiting. He deepened the kiss, dropping his hands down to her hips and around to her ass. Fuck! She swiveled her hips, and Mick tore his mouth away.

Mick was struggling to find his restraint. Meg was making it hard when her lips pressed against his neck, licked his throat, and her hand dropped to the button of his jeans. A better man would’ve told her to stop. Meg had made it clear there would be no sex on the second date. Of course, she seemed to have forgotten that. The second his zipper was down, she gripped the edges of his jeans and pulled them down until they dropped to his knees.

When she straightened and slid her lips across his neck, he grabbed the back of her neck, fisting her hair. He wasn’t sure he’d ever wanted a woman as much as he did at this moment.

Meg moaned, whispering, “Are you gonna tell me how you like it?”

Fuck. He’d officially lost control.

“Get on the bed,” he growled.

Meg pulled away and stepped back until her knees butted against the mattress. He kept his eyes on her while she watched him take off his shirt, toss it across the room, and shuck his jeans. He was completely hard. From the way she was lustfully looking at his cock, he wouldn’t last long once her lips wrapped over his cock. This would take a certain control Mick didn’t know he had within him. Not with her.

He lifted his chin, and she scooted on the bed and got on her knees. Without any prompting, she ripped off her shirt and reached back to unclasp her bra. The straps slipped down her arms in the sexiest tease until the bra landed in her lap. She was fucking perfect. He’d always been a breast man, and hers were the hottest he had ever seen.

While he was eager to have her mouth on him, Mick couldn’t stop himself. He leaned across the bed, grabbed one of her breasts, fit it perfectly in the palm of his hand, and dropped his mouth to her other. She gasped when his lips curled over her nipple, lightly sucking. She drove her hand into his hair, pulling him closer.

Her breathy moan was enough for him to forgo his blowjob and make tonight all about tasting her. Every fucking inch of her body. He might’ve too if she hadn’t slid her hands between his legs and wrapped her soft hand over his cock.

Meg pushed at his shoulders, forcing him to break away from her breast and fall back onto the bed. Meg leaned over his lap with a teasing glint in her eye.

“Tell me if I’m doing it how you like it.”

Mick ground his teeth, feeling it to the depth of his molars when her lips wrapped over the head of his cock and slowly slid over his length. Her tongue flattened against his cock as she slowly took him down her throat. She may not have much experience, but she was doing everything he wanted.

“Fist it.” He groaned and jerked slightly when she followed his instructions. Her hand was soft and unsure. At the beginning. Once she got into a rhythm, she tightened her hold, which was putting him over the edge.

When her hand cupped his balls, he jackknifed up. He was seconds from exploding in her mouth. He would save that for another time. Right now, all he wanted was her coming on his tongue.

Mick reached down, grasped her arms, and flipped Meg onto her back. He smiled when he heard the small gasp. He unsnapped and unzipped her jeans, and ripped them down her legs, along with her underwear. Mick blindly tossed them across the room and widened her legs. He got a little resistance and glanced up to see her eyes wide, staring down at him with a combination of excitement and something else he couldn’t read. There was no missing the heat in her eyes.

“Ever have a man eat your pussy?”

Her throat bobbed, and her cheeks pinkened.

“No,” she whispered, licking her lips.

It may have been barbaric, but Mick liked knowing he’d be her first. And I’ll be your last, baby. Mick held her gaze and lowered his mouth between her legs. The second he touched her, a shiver spread over her body, and she froze. Mick slowly licked her, teasing her clit softly and easing her into it. She wouldn’t be able to come if she didn’t relax a little. Mick slid his hand over her thigh, caressing her flat stomach until he reached her breasts, and then teasing her nipples.

Meg arched her back, and he cupped her breasts, squeezing as he flicked her clit with his tongue. He got exactly the reaction he wanted.

“Ahhh…” She moaned, driving her hips against his mouth.

It wouldn’t take much more, and as much as he could’ve spent hours between her legs, tasting her, there was something he wanted more. He intensified his rhythm, licking her clit and suckling on the small bead. Her hips drove deep against his mouth, and her legs straightened, locked and tight. Her hand draped over his shoulder, digging her nails into his flesh.

“Ahhh, uhhh.”

There it is, baby, just gotta let go. And she did.

“Mick.” She moaned, riding his tongue and squeezing his shoulder until her body jerked in a full-body shudder, and then she sunk into the mattress. Mick licked her again, and she lurched and pushed him away. She had to be sensitive. And satisfied.

He fell to the mattress by her side and listened to her panting breaths settle. He should’ve given her more time to relax, but he was being greedy. Mick wanted her close. He slipped his hand under her back and curled her over him. He could feel her heart racing against his chest as her hand caressed over his stomach.

It had been forever since he’d lain in bed with a woman without any eagerness to bolt out the door after sex. So this is what it’s like to fall hard and fast? After only two dates, he was seeing his future, and it was with Meg.

She pushed up on her arms, her hair sweeping over her shoulder. No one had ever been more beautiful with her warm brown eyes sleepy yet satisfied.

“You didn’t finish.” she said, a small spike in her voice.

“First time I come, I wanna be inside you.”

She inched closer. “I’m ready now.”

Mick swallowed a chuckle. Meg surprised him with her little vixen tone.

“But baby, you don’t fuck on the second date.”

She furrowed her brows. “I changed my mind.”

Mick snickered and shook his head. “No, can’t do that.”

Mick had his reasons. Everything that happened as soon as they walked into his room had been strictly lust motivated. He had no issue with that. But this was something more with Meg. He wasn’t going to fuck her a few times and then be done. When he told her he wanted her, he meant forever. Mick would wait and follow what she said, abide by her rules.

“Are you turning me down?” Her bottom lip poked out in a cute pout, which had his dick getting hard again. This was backfiring. He was caught between the right thing in his mind. And sinking inside her. Meg made it hard to resist when she straddled his lap. She ground her pussy against his growing cock.

Fuck!

Mick hooked his leg around her thigh, flipped her onto her back, and laid over the top of her.

“Four dates,” he said, watching her eyes widen. “Baby, that was your rule.”

She groaned and sank her head into the pillow.

“Men are notorious for not listening to a goddamn word a woman says, but this you remember?”

Mick burst out laughing, dropping his face into the crook of her neck.

My old lady’s funny.