Michelle Woods - Animal Passions (Blue Bandits MC Book 2) Page 8

  “I changed my mind,” she growled, shoving him only it didn’t budge him. He just looked at her waiting.

  “About what?”

  “Asking you for help,” Sammy finally admitted after glaring at him for a long moment while he ignored it and played with her hair. Sammy wanted to shove him away and run out the door but she refused to attempt that move again because it was obvious that if the man didn’t want to be moved, he wouldn’t be.

  “Ask, now,” Animal growled roughly, his thumb sliding up and down her cheek caressing her, sending shivers of need up her spine.

  “No, you big bully. I won’t.” Sammy shook her head, trying not to give in to his demands despite the overwhelming need to follow the command. Her body felt liquid and flushed. Her hands pushed against his chest, feeling his hard muscles shift beneath her palms.

  “Enough,” he grunted, his voice hard and darkly sensual, making her jump and look at him warily. She wasn’t frightened, just startled. Animal’s face was covered with a dark scowl and he glared down at her but she wasn’t afraid of him. That was when she realized that she was going to ask him to help her, even before she heard his softly uttered question one that was almost gentle, like he was talking to a child or a wounded animal.

  “What do you need, Sam?”

  “I need someone to teach me to defend myself against–well, against a man,” Sammy finally uttered, staring at his Adams apple, which moved when he swallowed hard.

  “I don’t think me teaching you is a good idea, babe,” Animal said after a long pause, making her eyes rise to meet his in confusion.

  “Why not?”

  “Because––it’s just not, okay,” Animal said, dropping his hand from her face and stepping back from her. He looked angry. His chiseled jaw was clamped shut and his fingers were white where they curled together like he was clenching them. Sammy didn’t know what the hell had pissed him off but she also didn’t care. Why wouldn’t he help her? Did he want her to be unable to defend herself? She shook that thought aside because it was ridiculous. If that was what he had wanted, he wouldn’t have been showing up all the time to order her around for her “safety”.

  “That’s not an answer, Animal.” Sammy looked at him, wanting to know the reason he was suddenly across the room from her. Taking a step towards him, she watched as he moved back.

  What the heck?

  “It’s the only answer I have for you,” Animal said, watching her wearily, Sammy narrowed her eyes, looking at him for several moments before she turned on her heel, carelessly throwing her comment over her shoulder in exasperation.

  “Fine, I’ll ask someone else.” She stormed out the door, finding Rebel and two prospects chatting near her car. Ignoring them, she climbed into the driver’s seat and headed home, unsurprised when they followed her.

  Animal’s teeth were clenched so hard he was surprised his jaw didn’t break. Sammy wanted him to teach her self-defense. It shouldn’t have been an issue but because he couldn’t think of putting his hands on her without thinking of sinking into her warm wetness he’d told her no. Only the more he thought about her asking someone else, the angrier he became. Another man with his hands on her smooth skin pinning her to the mat while she tried to buck him off. The sensual pictures those thoughts formed in his mind weren’t helping.

  He should let her ask someone else to help her but he couldn’t get past the thoughts of her and another man. That meant that by the time his shift ended he was in a serious mood that even Pansy had commented on. Animal didn’t give a shit and had told them all to fuck off. No way was he telling any of those fuckers it was the thought of Sammy being touched by another man that was making him insane. They’d think he’d be patching her soon, which he knew wasn’t going to happen.

  Animal was a possessive man with his lovers. He didn’t like them with other men while they were with him and that was all this was. He refused to admit that it was different with Sammy. He had never felt almost feral at the thought of any of his past lovers with another man; he just let them go and didn’t look back. With Sammy he was almost too feral because if she was with another man, he’d kill them. He wouldn’t be able to prevent himself from doing it.

  Animal climbed on his bike and headed to the clubhouse, entering to find Rebel sitting on the couch that was positioned against the wall just inside the door looking grim. Walking over, he kicked Rebel’s feet off the coffee table and sat down beside him.

  “Aren’t you supposed to be at Sammy’s?” Animal asked, wondering why the man wasn’t there.

  “No, Reaper put four prospects on her tonight. I hate standing out there in the damned dark. I don’t see why we can’t at least stay in the living room. It poured on Stoner and me the other night. It sucked,” Rebel whined, leaning his head back into the cushion closing his eyes.

  “Stop fucking whining. You don’t melt and you’re supposed to be a damned biker, act like it,” Animal told him, not liking the idea of anyone in her apartment while she was sleeping or worse, naked. He couldn’t prevent the low growl that left him at that thought. Yeah, it was better for everyone that Reaper wasn’t allowing them to force her to let them hang around inside her home because someone would likely end up eating a bullet.

  “Hey, you get to go inside when it’s fucking raining so don’t start calling me a pussy. I’m not saying I’m too pansy-assed for the rain, I’m just saying I prefer to avoid it because it sucks, dickhead.” Rebel peeked at him from one eye while lifting his hand to rub his jaw.

  “I don’t go in whenever I want, asshole. I only went in last night because she needed to eat and you’re too much of a pussy to make her,” Animal accused, glaring at him after punching him in the arm.

  “Fuck, that hurt dickhead!” the pansy-assed idiot said, rubbing his arm after sitting up.

  “Good.”

  “What do you mean good? You need to rein it in, fucker. I’m not in the mood for your he-man bullshit tonight. Yes, you’re the alpha dog and all that shit but I don’t give a flying fuck. I just want a good night’s sleep and a few sweetbutts to ride my cock,” Rebel muttered, glaring at him. The door opened and three laughing females and Lock walked in, coming to a stop just inside the door.

  “See, there he is. I told you I would find him for you, Cindy,” Lock told the little blonde with large breasts who giggled again. Animal recognized her from Spangles and almost groaned when she coyly smiled at him. Damn, he wasn’t in the mood for this type of bullshit with a woman tonight.

  “Hey, Animal,” she said, wetting her red lips with her tongue as she eyed him like he was a side of beef, which to her he likely was. In the past that had never bothered him and he might have taken her upstairs and showed her what she wanted, but tonight it was just annoying. Not bothering to respond with anything other than a nod, he stood; he was done with this scene. He moved to step around the woman but she reached out, placing her hand on his chest in a proprietary gesture that pissed him off.

  “Are you taking me upstairs so quickly? Such a naughty beast. I was planning to hang out with these guys and my friends for a little while first,” she said, her voice low and husky, her hand caressing his chest as she looked up at him from beneath her lashes in a coquettish manner. Animal reached down, took her hand and removed it, before coldly replying.

  “No,” he said, moving around her despite her shocked gasp and heading up to his room, not in the mood to deal with her or any woman’s for that matter, demands tonight. Animal strode down the hall towards his room, thinking about Sammy and who should teach her self-defense. Maybe he could talk to Pansy about teaching her. He trusted him, but thinking of her pinned beneath Pansy had him shaking his head. No, that wasn’t going to work either.

  Nodding to Bull, who moved past him headed downstairs, he entered his room and sat down on the bed. Looking around, he realized that his room was bland and it looked like no one lived here, unlike Sammy’s apartment, which had tones of muted blue and tan with a homey feel to it. It was an o
dd observation to make in that moment and Animal wondered why he’d suddenly noticed this about himself. He never really thought about it but even though he thought he had settled into life with the Blue Bandits MC, maybe he hadn’t really thought it was going to be forever.

  Hell, he knew that he arrived here four years ago broken and a little lost but he hadn’t realized he was still broken and a little lost until he was standing just inside the room that had been his for four years, realizing that it looked like a hotel room instead of a home. He wasn’t a sentimental man so this shouldn’t disturb him, but it did. Perhaps it was seeing what a real home looked like that had made his mind wander down this path, or maybe it was just time for him to see it.

  Animal didn’t know the reason for his suddenly ridiculous thoughts. Maybe he just wasn’t the type to settle anywhere. He was happy here with the MC but maybe it was time he moved out of the clubhouse. It was getting old waking up to find passed out prospects and sweetbutts downstairs on the different surfaces the common area provided. Most of the women were nice to look at but sometimes he just wasn’t in the mood to deal with it first thing in the morning or when he wasn’t interested, like tonight. The parties they had till the wee hours of the morning or sometimes during the day were loud and frankly he was getting tired of the noisy lack of privacy.

  Locking the door, he headed over to the bedside table taking off his gun, his mind circling back to the other issue that was taking up space inside him.

  Sammy.

  What she’d waited around to ask him today should have been an easily acceptable job for him to help her on her way to recovering from the horror she’d suffered. He should have been able to agree and not worry about this need to touch her that burned like a fire in his blood.

  He ached still from the need to take her, against the wall, tied to his bed, bent over his table at Spangles. His cock throbbed painfully. Lying down on his bed, he pulled his aching member out, thinking of the soft weighted feel of her breast when he’d cupped it last night. The heated skin had sent ripples of pleasure through him and he felt guilty for touching her without her knowledge but he’d been unable to resist. He hungered for her silky skin and those soft breathless sighs she likely had no idea she let out when he held her close to him.

  Taking his thick hardness into his hand, imagining it was her softer much more delicate one on his heated flesh, he groaned. He spread the bit of pre-come down his shaft, squeezing as he thought of Sammy’s body bent forward over the bench, her hair hanging down and her skirt pushed up to reveal her rounded ass. He would step up behind her with his hand on the table beside her and just rub lightly against her eliciting a gasp of need from her lips.

  His hands would slide up her body to cup her bare breasts, rubbing his fingers over them, feeling their hard tips poke him. His hand moved slowly, sliding up and down as he imagined touching her. Animal’s teeth caught his lip as he imagined lightly pinching those nipples and then tugging on them, allowing his breath to caress her neck. Shivers would bring goose bumps to her skin raising the hairs along her neck, his mouth hovered there waiting for her to breathe out another sigh. She’d try to move then but he would press her forward, his hand roughly pulling on her nipples to let her know she needed to behave.

  Her moan then would be breathless and ragged. When she settled he would run his hands back down under the skirt. Cupping her wet pussy, his fingers would dip inside for just a second before withdrawing to rub over her clit. Animal closed his eyes, imagining the way she would look, his hand working furiously now up and down the shaft of his cock. When she cried out because he moved his fingers away from her wet center, he would smile wickedly behind her before kissing along her neck, leaving small nips along the way before reaching her ear to tease it with his tongue, leaving a love bite there too.

  His hand firm as he pushed her legs further apart, spreading her wide, his hands would caress the smooth skin of her thighs, feeling her buck a little as she tried so hard to be still like he wanted but unable to manage it. Punishing her for moving by rubbing along her sweet wetness again would bring a grunt from him.

  Feeling the way she would wiggle in protest as his hand smacked her left cheek would make his cock twitch; it would jerk towards her, seeking entrance. Only he wouldn’t reward her by giving her what they both wanted, half of the fun was teasing them both. He’d take her lobe into his mouth after whispering into the shell, ‘so damned wet’. Then his palm would lightly smack her again, causing another gasp to leave her parted lips.

  Finally when her bottom was reddened from his smacks and her legs trembled with need, he would place the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Teasing along the hot core, he would rub the head against her until she tried to buck back into him to get him to give her more. ‘No’ he would growl, pulling back until she whimpered and begged him to give her what she needed. His hand smoothing over her blushing cheeks, only then would he slowly enter her with his thick member, sliding into her hot wet pussy with a deliberate slowness that would drive them both crazy.

  Animal felt his balls tighten thinking about the feel of Sammy’s wet sheath wrapped around him instead of his hand. His hips bucked off the bed and he knew he was close to coming but he needed to finish this fantasy.

  Seated fully inside her with her moans egging him on, he would reach up, taking her breasts into his hands and rubbing her nipples, tugging gently at those hard swollen tips, making her cry out loudly. Chuckling, he would pull back. Leaning forward to bend her over more, he would slam back into her, starting a quick rhythm, tugging lightly on her nipples every time he pulled free from her until she exploded into climactic bliss.

  Animal couldn’t hold back any longer and with a buck of his hips, he groaned painfully as he shot his load onto his hand and stomach. Grunting at the sticky mess he had made, he got up and went over to the dresser, grabbing a towel he had thrown up there last night to wipe away the sticky mess.

  Animal pulled a clean towel from the drawer before heading to the bathroom and climbing beneath the hot spray, wondering if his fantasy were anything like the real thing because the idea of taking her was so hot, he’d given up real sex so that he could come to his room and jack off to thoughts of her. He sighed, shaking his head, still conflicted about telling her no when she had asked him to help her learn to defend herself.

  Chapter 8

  Animal walked up the path to Sammy’s front door three days later with one goal in mind: telling her that he would teach her self-defense. After stewing over it for days, he wasn’t any closer to finding a way to help her with the task without involving his libido. Unable to find a solution to the dilemma without allowing another man to teach her, he knew he would have to manage it somehow.

  Someone else teaching her was something he couldn’t seem to find it inside himself to allow without thinking of ripping the man in question’s nuts off. He was pretty sure that none of the men would volunteer for that event regardless of how much they wanted to help Sammy. Animal snorted at the thought, nodding to the three prospects sitting beneath the tree playing cards. He would have been ticked that they weren’t watching her place like they should be if Colt wasn’t standing near the door leaning on the wall.

  Colt was one of the older prospects who seemed to actually have a good head on his shoulders, unlike the three dumbasses under the tree. Colt was alert and he seemed to understand that keeping Sammy safe was a priority, unlike the others.

  “I guess you’re our relief?” Colt asked when he was standing a few feet from him.

  “Yeah, I got her. Go ahead and get some shut-eye,” Animal told him, moving to the door and knocking on it. He earned a raised brow from Colt for that but he ignored the other man. He had only knocked because he wanted to avoid the fight that would ensue if he used his key. He wasn’t in the mood for a fight because it would make him want to turn her over his knee and since he had been fantasizing about that vividly, fighting with her wasn’t a good idea.

  Th
e door was flung open and Sammy barked, “What? I told you that I was entertaining and didn’t want to be––oh, it’s you. What do you want?”

  Animal raised a brow at her overly annoyed behavior and wondered who she was entertaining. He didn’t bother to wait for an invitation, he just brushed by her and entered the living room looking around.

  “Sure, asshole, come right in,” Sammy said, glaring at him with her arms crossed after she had slammed the door behind him. She didn’t bother with trying to force him to leave because she knew that he wouldn’t. Seeing Mark sitting on her couch watching them with a slight grin on his face wasn’t a welcome sight. What the fuck was he doing here in her house?

  Animal stepped closer to her, his hand possessively going to her elbow. He began steering her towards her bedroom. The two of them needed to have a little chat about who she let into her apartment because he wasn’t okay with Mark being here, despite them having been friends for years. Sammy jerked away, glaring up at him from beneath her lashes, her blue eyes filled with fire.

  “What are you even here for?” she asked, stepping closer to the couch and rousing the angry beast that was already rattling its cage because another man was in her home.

  “We need to talk,” he finally settled for after watching her for a long moment in silence.

  “Well as you see, I’m a little busy with my guest at the moment so you can wait outside and we’ll talk later,” Sammy told him, waving in the direction of the door. Animal heard Mark’s chuckle and turned to glare at the other man. Mark just grinned back at him with a slightly raised brow. Turning back to take in Sammy, who stood stiffly with her hands on her hips and a dark scowl on her face, he didn’t care; he wasn’t going to allow her to dismiss him.

  “No, I need to talk to you now. Mark, you don’t mind leaving so that we can chat, do you?” Animal asked, not bothering to look at Mark again, his eyes clinging instead to Sammy’s. She was still rigid and her mouth hung open in shock at his words because he was sure she thought he was unbelievable. Animal didn’t much care that he was being rude, nor did he care if Mark was offended. Mark shouldn’t even be here any damned way and Animal would make damned sure that every man who watched her from here on out knew that she wasn’t to be left alone with Mark or any other man for that matter.