Free Stung by Stealth: A Satan's Savages MC Novel #3 by K E Osborn Page A

breath away. I pull back slightly as she pulls the zipper down letting my cock finally free from his confines. A groan escapes me at the joy of him being unrestrained as she looks down at my sizeable length and smiles.
    “I knew you were huge.” She giggles and moves her hands up under her skirt then pulls down her knickers. My breath catches again as my heart begins to pound ferociously like I’m fucking nervous or something. Shuffling down my jeans over my arse as her knickers end up at her ankles, her skirt rides up and I look down to see her perfectly bare pussy. My cock twitches again, but then the pain stabs my chest again.
    What the fuck!
    Taking a deep breath, I move down forcing my lips to hers. Our naked lower halves touch, but I don’t penetrate her as I grind against her. She whimpers against me. My cock is so fucking hard right now I know I’m going to cum pretty fucking quickly. She moans into my mouth wrapping her legs around my arse which moves my cock in line with her pussy even more. Her wetness is evident as it slides along my cock. Both of our breathing is labored and harsh as I move. Bringing my cock to her pussy I place the head of my dick right at her opening. She moans and pushes forward taking me in slightly, her warmth engulfs me but the sharp pain is back in my chest. This time, it comes with a flash of Hannah’s face, so I pull back from Skye panting and furrowing my brows as I pull out from her.
    “Fuck!”
    She shakes her head slightly and opens her eyes wide, as I wince and pull her legs from around me, then stand up from the bed. Pulling up my jeans, I start to pace the floor with an erratic heartbeat and a fucking muddled up brain.
    She sniffs and sits up on the bed watching me, biting her bottom lip and wrapping her arms around herself. “Stealth?”
    I shake my head as I continue to pace the floor wondering what the fuck is wrong with me. Here is the most gorgeous woman who’s willing to have sex with me, and I go and stop it all because of some freakout. I’m seriously fucked in the head. “Shit! I’m sorry.”
    She stands up picking her knickers from the floor, and beings to put them back on. “Are you okay?” Her voice breaks which tells me that in asking her question, she isn’t okay.
    I stop pacing and turn to look at her.
    “I’m sorry! I just… I can’t.” I know I’m separated from Hannah. We’re not together, and I know there’s very little chance of us ever being together again. Hannah has been more than adamant about that situation. So why am I feeling this guilt? This pent up anxiety. I’m not cheating on her in any way.
    She nods and sniffs taking a deep breath. “It’s okay, I get it.” She turns to walk out of my door, but I grab her arm making her turn back to look at me.
    “I promise this isn’t about you.”
    She nods, but by the way her eyes are glistening, I know I’ve just seriously fucked up. “No, it’s fine. Seriously… forget it.” She shrugs out of my grip and walks out of my room closing the door quietly behind her. The gentle click of the door latching behind her sends my body into meltdown. I fall to the floor with my head in my hands wondering what the fuck just happened, and what the fuck have I just screwed up…



Chapter Six
     
    Closing the door to Stealth’s room, I feel like a part of me is dying. Having him reject me like that is not only embarrassing, but it hurts like hell. Having him so close, only to freak out at the last minute, is a pain I wasn’t expecting. I like him too much already. Wiping a stray tear from my cheek, I take a deep breath, wrapping my arms around myself for comfort and move slowly back out to the clubrooms. I’m confused. I want things to go further with him. Knowing he was married, I’m pretty sure his ex-wife is the issue. If there’s one thing I don’t want to be is a rebound, I want him to want me because he likes me, not because he’s attaching out of loss.
    Dragging my feet along