The Biker's Fate Chapter 434

"Really?"

"Yes."

"He's gone?"

"Pretty sure he's already left the country," Merrick said.

I dropped my head with a nod.

"Did I do this?"

"Do what?" I asked the floor.

"Make you shrink away all of a sudden?"

I squeezed my eyes shut. "You don't have that kind of power."

"Fuck," he whispered. "Honey, come here."

"I'm here."

"Look at me."

I swallowed and raised my head, forcing myself not to break. "Tweety, stop."

"Stop what?"

"Looking at me like that."

He smiled. "Can't help the way I look, Rem."

I rolled my eyes, the action causing a tear to escape.

Merrick wiped it away gently with his thumb. "So fucking beautiful."

"Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't be sweet."

He grinned. "Okay, Rem, I'll stop immediately."

"Good."

His hand slid to my neck and he raised my chin again. "You're safe."

"For now."

"For always, Rem."

"Am I safe from you?" I whispered.

He frowned, his gaze pensive. "Are you afraid of me?"

Such a loaded question. I was afraid he'd disappear on me. I was afraid I'd do something reprehensible, and he'd never speak to me again. The fear was physical, and I rubbed my chest. "Only in here."

Merrick touched his mouth to mine gently, before kissing one cheek, then the other and wrapping his arms around me. "I've got you."

"You shouldn't."

"Why not?"

I squeezed my eyes shut as I confessed, "Because I might seem strong on the outside, but I'm really damaged goods."

Despite my self-imposed darkness, I felt his body stiffen. "Last time."

I met his eyes. "What?"

"If I ever hear you say anything like that about yourself again, I'm gonna fuckin' tear down the walls around us."

I pressed my lips into a thin line…not from fear, but to keep myself from laughing.

"You think that's funny?" he challenged, and I lost my battle with mirth, gripping his arms and laughing until I almost cried.

"God damn, you're fuckin' cute when you're crazy."

"You think I'm crazy?" I asked.

"You wanna explain the laughing?"

"So serious, Big Bird," I teased, biting back another laugh.

Before I could make another retort, his lips were on mine and I found myself gripping his vest to stay upright. God, he tasted amazing. Like mint.

"Fuck!" he hissed after breaking the kiss and stepping away. "I'm sorry, Remi."

"Don't," I rasped, reaching for him. "Don't stop."

"I have to."

"Why?"

He shook his head. "With you looking at me like that, I honestly have no idea."

I licked my lips. "Stay."

"Remi, I stay, and this happens, we're in this. I won't make another one-night stand agreement with you. I want more."

"Oh," I whispered.

He stepped further back and crossed his arms. "Yeah, Remi. 'Oh.'"

"I thought bikers were whores."

A shadow of a smile crossed his lips. "Yeah? Who'd you hear that from?"

"Everyone."

"Everyone, huh?" He stepped closer. "Everyone who?"

I shrugged. "People. TV. Sons of Anarchy."

He dropped his head back and laughed. "Fuck me, you're adorable."

"Am I wrong?"

"No," he admitted. "But I'm a one-woman man, so my whoring ways stop when I'm committed."

"To an asylum?"

He grinned. "Yeah, baby. Don't get to whore around in an asylum either."

I studied him for a few seconds, then blurted out, "My friend is dying."

He leaned back and frowned. "No shit?"

The tears overtook me again and I pushed away.

"Rem, come here," he demanded.

"I can't," I whispered.

"How come?"

"Because I need some distance and if I go there, I won't want you to stop holding me."

"Kind of what I'm counting on," he admitted with a smile.

I walked back to him, dropping my head to his chest and wrapping my arms around his waist. "Stay," I whispered, kissing his throat.

His mouth landed on mine and he lifted me high enough to wrap my legs around his waist as he slid one hand under my shirt and the other under my ass. I cupped his face and panted out, "Bedroom."

"Which way?"

"End of hall."

I kissed him again as he carried me to my room, dropping me gently on the bed and removing his cut and T-shirt. I let out a quiet gasp. God, this man was perfect. His left pec and bicep were covered with a detailed Celtic-tribal tattoo and a Dogs of Fire tattoo covered his right pec.

"You have a new tattoo," I observed. "Is that your club?"

"Yeah." He pushed my T-shirt up and kissed my belly.

I shivered as his tongue dipped into my belly button. "I love it."

"Yeah?" he whispered as his mouth moved up my body.

"Yes."

He slid my shirt up further and he ran his tongue over my nipple. "You wanna keep talkin' about tattoos, Rem? Or do you want me to fuck you?"

I squirmed, trying to get closer. "You can't do both?"

His eyes met mine and he grinned. "Forgot how funny you were in bed."

"I'm funny all the time."

He neither confirmed nor denied as he straightened, wrapping his hands around the waistband of my sweats and tugging them down my legs, panties and all. He threw the discarded clothing into the corner of the room and pushed my knees up, spreading my legs and kissing his way down my inner thigh.

His mouth landed on my mound and I ripped off my shirt and wove my fingers into his hair as he sucked gently, before running his tongue between my folds. I moaned as he moved to my clit and sucked.

"You like that, huh?"

I nodded as I licked my lips and arched against his mouth, and he rewarded me with another suck. He slid a finger inside of me as he continued to suck, running the digit along my walls.

"Merrick, I'm…"

"Come, baby."

I didn't want to yet. I really didn't, but he played my body like Monopoly and I couldn't stop myself from passing go and collecting my two-hundred-dollar orgasm.

He removed his fingers and licked them before removing his jeans and boots, his dick springing free and my womb contracted with need. I bit my lip as he rolled a condom on and hovered above me. "You still like it hard?"

Goosebumps broke out over my skin and I nodded.

"You want it hard now?"

"Yes," I rasped, grabbing his arms. "Immediately."

He slid into me…slowly.

"Tweety," I growled, wrapping my legs around his waist and arching up against him.

He grinned, pressing in deeper. "Still impatient, I see."

Anchoring himself with one hand on the bed, he slid the other between our bodies and fingered my clit. I whimpered again, my need quickly becoming an obsession, and then he moved. Slow and deep, pressing his finger harder each time he buried himself.

"Merrick!" I cried out as an orgasm began a slow roll.

He didn't let me enjoy it. No. This time I was forced to pass go without collecting my two-hundred-dollar orgasm and straight to jail as he removed the hand between us, linking it with mine and dragging it over my head.

"Merr," I whimpered.

His mouth covered mine, cutting off any further complaint and he slammed into me. I hooked my legs around him tighter and he rewarded my action with his dick buried deeper and harder as he continued to kiss me.

Holding my hands hostage above my head, he thrust further and further into me, his tongue sliding against mine as his dick drove my pussy to new heights of pleasure. I screamed against his mouth as I came, tugging on his grip so I could touch him, and when he released me, I clawed at his back as my climax continued to swamp me.

He wasn't far behind me and I felt his cock pulse, then he kissed me again before rolling us onto our sides, facing each other and staying connected. Stroking my cheek, he smiled. "I fucking missed you, baby."

I nodded, unable to find my voice.

"You okay?"

I nodded again.

"Glad you're back, Rem."

The sting of tears hit my nose, but I bit back the sadness and forced a smile. "Me too."

"Gonna get rid of the rubber, then we're gonna do this again, yeah?"

"Yes, please," I rasped. I needed more. STAT.