Primal Howlers Motorcycle Club Stories

CHAPTER THREE

Raquel

The next day, Sierra was working, so I had the house to myself…which was why Orion was on his way over for our first night together. I wasn’t nervous, surprisingly, but I was excited. Lordy, I needed some relief.

My doorbell rang and I rushed to the front door, smoothing my hair before pulling open the door. Before I could greet him, Orion had me pushed up against the wall and his mouth was on mine. I gripped his leather jacket and held on for dear life as his tongue explored mine and his hand slid to my waist.

He broke the kiss, settling his forehead to mine and smiling. “Hey.”

“Hi,” I breathed out, kissing him again, this time quickly. “You’re early.”

“Personality flaw.”

I tugged his beard gently. “Not a flaw.”

He chuckled. “You look gorgeous.”

I wore a striped maxi skirt with a V-neck T-shirt tied at my waist. I’d taken care with my hair, blow drying the natural curl straight and had applied very little makeup.

“Thanks, so do you.” I smiled up at him. “Are you hungry?”

“Not for food. You?”

I licked my lips. “Same.”

“Yeah?”

I nodded. “Can we f**k now and eat later?”

He chuckled. “I plan to eat, baby, but it’ll be you.”

“Okay,” I rasped. “Come on.”

I led him up to my room and closed us in, just in case Sierra came home early. And then Orion’s mouth was on mine and his tongue slid between my lips, and I wrapped my arms around his neck in an effort to stay upright. Before I could fully register what was happening, my shirt was gone, as was my skirt, leaving me in my bra and panties. My n*****s started tingling as he unsnapped my bra from behind, tugging it from my body and dropping it on the floor.

His shirt was next, and I barely got a chance to take in his lean muscles and the Primal Howlers tattoo on his pec before I was on my back on my mattress and his face was buried between my legs.

My legs jolted as I slid them over his back and arched into his mouth, unable to stop a moan as his tongue found my c**t over my panties.

Perfection.

He guided my legs back onto the mattress and slid my panties down, before throwing them in the corner and removing his boots and jeans. I watched him strip, biting my lip in an effort not to cry out in ecstasy at the vision of him naked. Lordy, he was pretty.

Tattooed sparrows on his abdomen and ‘Morgan’ on his right arm were the only tattoos other than the logo on his pec. I found this both fascinating, and sexy as hell.

He smiled, running his hands up the outside of my thighs. “You are beautiful.”

“You too,” I rasped, and he pushed my legs apart, focusing on my p***y again.

He ran his tongue between my lips before moving to my c**t and sucking gently, then blowing air onto the sensitive nub. I moaned as my body shivered deliciously at his touch.

I lost his mouth when he took a second to roll on a condom and I couldn’t stop myself from sitting up and running my tongue over one of his tattoos right between his pecs, just above the Primal Howlers logo. He smiled, leaning down to kiss me again, then I was on my back and he was sliding into me.

“Jesus,” he hissed. “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, arching into him, taking him deeper, and he started to move. Slowly at first, but then faster, building a fire inside of me as he covered my mouth with his.

My arms and legs clenched around him as my body thrummed with an impending climax and I let out a quiet sigh.

“Wait for me,” he demanded.

“Oh, god,” I panted out. “I don’t think I can.”

He slammed into me, then twisted my n****e between his finger and thumb, and I cried out as I came apart around him. He groaned, then I felt his d**k pulse inside of me. He rolled us to our sides, and I slid my leg over his hip to stay connected. “Wow.”

Orion chuckled. “That was a little quicker than I would have liked.”

“We’ve got all night,” I reminded him.

“This is true.” He stroked my cheek, running his thumb over my lips. “You’re amazing, Razzle.”

I kissed his thumb. “Back atya.”

“You good with this being exclusive?”

I frowned. “I told you I didn’t want a commitment.”

“I get it, but I wanna get to a point where we don’t have to use condoms, and we can’t do that if we’re not exclusive.”

“Oh, right. Good point.”

“You on the pill?”

I shook my head. “IUD.”

“I went to the clinic yesterday and took every test I could. Should have the results in a few days.”

“I got tested when I ended it with Mark. I haven’t been with anyone since, but I can go do that if you want.”

“How long ago was that?”

“Right before I moved here.”

“You haven’t been with anyone for over two years?”

“Yes. Why, is that weird?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re fuckin’ sexy, Raquel.”

I blushed. “Well, that’s ridiculously sweet.”

“It’s the truth,” he said. “You can’t tell me men aren’t falling at your feet.”

“I can tell you that,” I countered.

“Then they’re idiots.”

I snorted. “Stop.”

“I bet you twenty bucks you’re just not noticin’.”

“Whatever. Can we get off this subject, please?”

“The subject of you being sexy as f**k?”

I nodded. “Yes. That one.”

“We can once you acknowledge it.”

“Oh my god, you’re ridiculous.”

He grinned. “Maybe so, but I’m not wrong.”

“Okay, let’s put aside the fact you’re being super sweet right now, it’s not just that guys aren’t throwing themselves at me. I’ve been swamped with research. This is the first ‘distraction’ I’ve had in two years.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yep.”

“I’m honored, Razzle.”

I chuckled. “You should be.”

“I want to know about your research, but hold that thought,” he said, sliding out of me and heading to the bathroom. He returned, climbing under the covers and pulling me over his chest. “What are you researching?”

“The effects of pharmacology on behavior,” I said. “Specifically, the effects of CBD on childhood seizures and nonverbal autism.”

“What about adults with the same?”

“I’m focusing on children, but I’m sure whatever I find will work for adults as well.”

“Which explains the move to Colorado.”

I smiled, tracing his Howlers tattoo with my finger. “Exactly. I had the option to move to Washington, but Colorado seemed more my style.”

“Let me guess. No Dogs here, ergo, more your style.”

I chuckled. “You’re smarter than you look.”

“Been told that before.”

I set my chin on my hand and met his eyes. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“What’s your story?”

“That’s gonna have to keep for another day,” he said, rolling me onto my back and kissing my neck. “I’ve got plans for you.”

Did he ever.

By the time I fell asleep wrapped up in him, I was sure my body would never recover.