Cyclops (Reckless Kings MC 5): Dixie Reapers Bad Boy Romance Page 4

  Cyclops

  I couldn’t remember ever being with a virgin before. Not even when I’d been a teenager. It scared the fuck out of me. I might ruin this for her. I was man enough to admit it. Inside my own head anyway. Didn’t stop my cock from being rock hard and ready to go. The thought of being her one and only made me want to beat my chest like Tarzan. Which led my thoughts down a decidedly not as pleasant path. There were things she needed to know.

  “Before this goes further, I want you to know I’m clean. When I’m sexually active, I get tested every month, even though I’ve never fucked a woman without protection. Haven’t been with anyone since my last test, which was three months ago.”

  She leaned up on her elbows. “You’ve been celibate for three months? Three entire months? You poor baby.”

  I shook my head. “Brat.”

  Might not seem like long to her, but when easy pussy could be had whenever I wanted? Three months was a lifetime. It was only by choice I hadn’t fucked anyone. Now that I’d found Leigha, I was thankful I’d abstained. If I’d known the feisty woman would cross my path, I’d have gone even longer without sex.

  “Do you know what it’s like to live in a house full of your siblings and your parents within earshot? I can’t even masturbate in my house. Not even in the shower, because the second I try, my sister will need to pee and come bursting through the door. Nothing can kill desire and need faster than my eighteen-year-old sister peeing two feet away from me. Well, maybe my mother walking in would be worse.”

  “Are you saying you’ve never gotten yourself off?” I asked.

  “Still want me?”

  I noticed her fingers tightened on the bedding. Did she really think that would deter me? It made me want to watch her come even more. Knowing I’d be the first one to make it happen, to give her that pleasure, was a feeling unlike any I’d felt before.

  I noted the way her eyes tracked the scars on my body. “Maybe I should ask you that. The IED might have blinded me in one eye, and didn’t remove any limbs, but it left some other damage behind. The scars I showed you in the living room, the ones you see now, aren’t all of it. There’s more down my hip and thigh.”

  She got up on her knees and reached out, tracing her fingers over the old scars. They’d faded a little, but I didn’t think they’d ever go away. The doctor had said plastic surgery was an option for removing them. I’d laughed in his face. Men like me didn’t get plastic surgery. Not unless it was a necessity, and these scars weren’t bad enough for something like that. They didn’t hurt. I just knew some women found them ugly.

  “They’re badges of courage,” she said. “You earned these defending our country. How could you think I’d find them anything but remarkable?”

  Damn. I’d known from the beginning she was different from any woman I’d ever met. And yet she kept proving it to me.

  “Had a few complaints since I’ve been back. Not everyone finds them sexy.”

  She reached up and placed her hand on my cheek. “I like everything about you, Cyclops. The more I learn, the more I want to get to know you. You can’t scare me off.”

  “Tucker.” I took her hand and kissed her palm. “Call me Tucker.”

  “Make me yours, Tucker.”

  I studied her for a moment, making certain it was what she wanted. She hadn’t had a chance to really live her life yet. With her overprotective family and a club at her back, she’d not been able to experience much. It made me a selfish bastard to tie her to me this way.

  “I’m making you a promise here and now.” I shifted closer. “There’s so much you haven’t seen or done, things made impossible by your parents and the Dixie Reapers. We’ll explore this world together, try as many things as you want, and I swear we’ll go on a date at least once a week. I don’t want you to wake up one day and feel like I trapped you in a different cage from the one you’re in already.”

  Her gaze softened. “I’d never think that, Tucker, but thank you.”

  I kissed her, my hands cupping her cheeks. I didn’t know that I’d ever deserve someone as sweet as Leigha, but I’d damn sure try. Any man would be lucky to claim her, and she’d chosen me.

  “Too many clothes,” she murmured against my lips. “I want to feel you against me.”

  I backed up a step and unfastened my belt and jeans. My gaze stayed locked on her as she pulled off the shirt I’d given her earlier, then shimmied out of her jeans. Her bra and panties were black lace and looked sexy as hell on her. I shoved my jeans down my thighs, only to realize I still had on my boots. She bit her lip, but I heard her snicker when she saw my predicament.

  I toed off one boot, then the other before stepping out of my jeans and pulling off my socks. The laughter died and her eyes darkened. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, tossing it aside. Leigha ran her fingers along the scars on my thigh. Her touch made my cock harden even more, leaving me throbbing and aching to be inside her.

  Leigha slowly lowered my boxer briefs. My heart hammered, and I hoped like hell the size of my cock didn’t disappoint her. While I was slightly larger than average, I was still far from what I considered big. I heard her gasp and saw the look of wonder on her face.

  “You’re pierced?” she asked.

  “It’s a reverse Prince Albert. Makes using condoms a little trickier, but sex feels better for both myself and my partner.” My fingers twitched as I fought the urge to reach out and touch her. “If you don’t like it, I can take it out.”

  She ran her fingertip over the head of my cock and brushed both beads of the piercing. My cock jerked in response and pre-cum gathered on the tip. Leigha wrapped her hand around my shaft and gave it a stroke. I couldn’t stifle my groan. Nothing had ever felt as amazing as her touch. Maybe it was because she was mine.

  “Ever touched a man’s cock before?” I asked, my voice raspier than usual.

  “No, but I’ve seen one. Accidentally.”

  “How does that work?” I asked.

  She smiled up at me. “One Prospect dared another to streak through the compound. I was fifteen and far too curious. All the old ladies received a call, so they’d know to keep the kids away from the windows. I peeked anyway.”

  Leigha pushed my underwear the rest of the way off, and I stepped out of them. As much as it killed me to hold back, I let her set the pace. She explored my body, her touch sending tingles down my spine. I noticed her nipples getting harder by the moment. Slowly, so she had time to back away, I cupped one of her breasts and rubbed my thumb across the hard peak.

  She trembled and froze. Immediately, I dropped my hand. Had I just triggered a flashback to what happened in the alley? I didn’t know if I should hold her or keep still.

  “Leigha, talk to me. We aren’t going to do anything you don’t want. If this is too much right now, say the word and I’ll get dressed.”

  She shook her head. “It’s not that.”

  “Then what?”

  Her cheeks turned pink. “You barely touched me and I… Um…”

  “You what, kitten?”

  “My panties are wet,” she nearly whispered.

  I bit the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t smile. Deciding to risk it and make a move, I pressed her back against the mattress and eased her panties down her thighs. She’d soaked them, but what surprised me was the fact she’d either shaved or waxed. Her pussy glistened and her little clit peeked out.

  She tensed a moment, then closed her eyes and took a breath. As she let it out, her thighs parted more. The amount of trust she’d given me was humbling. I ran my palms up her thighs and spread her pussy open with my thumbs. Leigha bent her knees, placing her feet flat on the bed.

  “You’re beautiful. There’s so much I want to do, but I know this is your first time. After what happened, I’m worried I’ll move too fast or do something that scares you.”

  “Touch me, Tucker. Please.”

  I ran my finger down her slit, brushing against her clit. She cried out, and her hip
s bucked. I repeated the motion once. Twice. On the third time, my sweet little kitten came. Seeing her release soak the bed was the hottest fucking thing ever. Leaning over her, I took one of her nipples into my mouth. I sucked on the bud, letting my teeth lightly scrape her flesh.

  Leigha dug her fingers into my hair, holding me tighter to her breast. I growled and worked a finger inside her tight pussy. Rubbing her clit, I made her come again, wanting her relaxed and slick. I pulled back, untangling her fingers from my hair, and stretched out on the bed on my back. Reaching for her, I pulled her across me. She straddled my hips, her hands splayed on my chest.

  “Rub yourself against my cock, pretty girl. I want you to come again.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t think I can. I already came twice.”

  I smiled and folded my hands behind my head. “Kitten, you’re a woman. You can come a lot more than twice. Use that pretty pussy to get my cock nice and wet. Then I’ll give you what you want.”

  Her motions were unsure, and a bit jerky as she rubbed against me. I gripped her hip and guided her, making sure she hit the piercing in my cock on the next stroke. Her eyes went wide, and she whimpered. Leigha leaned forward a little, giving me more of her weight as she rode me. When she cried out, coating me in her release, I rolled us so that she lay beneath me.

  Notching my cock against the entrance of her pussy, I pushed inside. My muscles locked tight as I fought to move slowly. I wanted to give her time to adjust, to make sure she enjoyed every moment. Finally, I sank all the way inside her. She felt like fucking heaven! Her pussy squeezed me, and I damn near came.

  “You ready?” I asked.

  She nodded. “More than. It doesn’t even hurt.”

  Thank Christ! I braced my weight with one hand and reached between us with the other. As I thrust into her, I worked her clit. The swollen bud was slippery, and it didn’t take much to get her off. As she came a fourth time, I grabbed hold of her hip and drove into her, pounding her pussy as I chased my own orgasm.

  I couldn’t hold back my shout as I filled her up, my cum spurting inside her. I kept pumping my hips until every drop had been wrung from me. My cock twitched inside her. Panting for breath, I looked down at the beautiful woman spread out beneath me. She gave me a sated smile and I couldn’t help but kiss her.

  “Mine,” I said, giving her bottom lip a nip. “All mine.”

  “Just so we’re clear, I’m not on birth control,” she said. “Probably should have mentioned that before.”

  I ran my beard along her collarbone and over the side of her neck. “Good. No one will dare take you from me if I get you pregnant.”

  “Do all men think alike? I swear it’s like you find the woman you want, then do your best to knock her up.”

  I smiled at her. “Harder for you to run away if you’re swollen with my kid. Besides, I’m not getting any younger. If you want a family, we should probably work on that.”

  “If I didn’t want one?” she asked.

  My stomach tightened. I hoped like hell she was teasing me. It never occurred to me she wouldn’t want kids. While I’d thought I’d never find the right woman and settle down, it didn’t mean I hadn’t hoped I’d have kids someday.

  She reached up and cupped my cheek. “Relax, Tucker. I want children. I was only giving you a hard time. I have a twin and two other siblings. I’ll give you as many kids as you want. I’m not scared of having a big family.”

  I brushed my lips against hers. “I’ll take as many as you feel like having. You might be mine, Leigha, but it means I’m yours too. We’re in this together.”

  She lifted her hips, and my cock started to harden again. I hadn’t been able to go again that fast in almost a decade. What the hell was this woman doing to me? And why the fuck hadn’t I met her before now?

  Chapter Three

  Leigha

  Cyclops had worn me out. My pussy ached, but in a good way. Even my hips and thighs were a bit sore. After round two, he’d run a bath for me and let me soak for a while. Then he’d claimed me all over again. He’d fallen asleep shortly after, his arm over my waist. I ran my fingers through his hair. It hung past his shoulders and the dark blond strands reminded me of a lion’s mane.

  He seemed peaceful as he slept. The ink on his back beckoned me to trace each line, but I didn’t want to wake him. Besides the Reckless Kings colors, he had a script font that said This We’ll Defend. I didn’t know what it meant. He also had a tattered American flag on his shoulder that draped partway down his back and upper arm.

  I studied his face and realized he’d woken and was watching me.

  “What does this mean?” I asked, running my finger over the script on his back.

  “It’s the Army motto,” he said. “Got medically discharged because of my eye, so I didn’t get to serve my full term. It’s a reminder that the Army might have been done with me, but I wasn’t finished serving my country. Try to make a difference when and where I can.”

  “Like rushing into alleys to rescue damsels in distress?” I asked.

  “You’re a fighter, kitten. Wouldn’t call you a damsel.”

  “It’s getting late. Is your kitchen well-stocked? I could make dinner for us.”

  He squeezed my hip. “You don’t have to cook for us tonight. I can have something delivered. Once things are settled with my club and your parents, we’ll go out to celebrate. It’s not every day I claim an old lady.”

  “I should hope not.” I snuggled closer. “Do you need to speak with Beast?”

  “Told him to come by tonight. I guess we should order some pizzas. That way, there’s enough for the three of us, and whoever shows up from your family.”

  “You’re certain about this? About me?” I asked.

  “Wouldn’t have taken your innocence if I weren’t. You’re stuck with me now, kitten. Until the day I die, you’re mine.”

  I toyed with the ends of his hair. “How official do you want to make it?”

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “You said you’d make your club accept me as your old lady. But would you marry me?”

  He smiled. “Yeah, I’d marry you. That what you want?”

  “My dad can fuss all he wants. If we’re married, he won’t even try to take me from you. What about your club? Would they accept me if we were married?”

  He sighed. “Unfortunately, no. Forge tried that with Whisper and pissed Beast the fuck off. Not sure I want on the Pres’ bad side. Give me one second.”

  He leaned over the side of the bed and yanked his jeans off the floor. Cyclops pulled a cell phone from the pocket and unlocked the screen. He turned over, leaning against the headboard, as he opened up a text message to Beast.

  I’m claiming Leigha.

  I moved closer, leaning against his side. Cyclops lifted his arm and held me close, letting me see the phone screen. I couldn’t remember my dad even letting my mother read his texts. Although, it was possible he did it when the rest of us weren’t around.

  I saw dots pop up and then Beast’s reply. You are? Let me check… No, my patch still says President. Why the fuck do you think you’re special and don’t need a vote?

  I winced. “I don’t think he’s happy about your decision.”

  “He’ll be fine with it. I think it’s my delivery that made him mad. No worries, kitten. He won’t make you leave.”

  Cyclops started typing again. She’s mine, Beast. The club can vote if they want, but it doesn’t change anything. I want to marry her. Already did my best to put a baby in her.

  The phone rang. He answered, putting it on speaker.

  “Pres, Leigha is here with me and can hear everything you say. So be nice.” He smirked.

  “Fucker. Why do you insist on putting me in this position? Forge pulls that shit, marrying Whisper before bringing her home, and now what? You think you’ll give it a shot too?” Beast demanded.

  “Her family is coming for her,” Cyclops said. “You know it as well as I do.
If I marry her, they can’t try to take her from me. But I didn’t want to do that without talking to you first.”

  Beast sighed. “Leigha, I’ll have to make an example of him in Church later. It’s nothing against you, and I’m not going to keep him from marrying you if that’s what he wants. Just warning you ahead of time. If I don’t, then the club will do whatever the fuck they want and not worry about consequences.”

  “I understand,” I said.

  “Welcome to the Reckless Kings,” Beast said. “I’m not telling Lyssa. If your dad loses his shit, I want her to be able to deny she had any knowledge of what’s happening.”

  “I’ll keep Lyssa out of it,” I promised.

  “Fine. Do I need to get Shield to marry the two of you?” Beast asked.

  “Will that get your club in trouble?” I asked. “I don’t want to cause problems between the Reckless Kings and Dixie Reapers. I know with Lyssa being Torch’s daughter, and Cowboy’s daughter being with Ranger, you already have a family connection. But if my dad is mad enough, he could try to start something.”

  “I’ll call Torch,” Beast said. “I’ll text and let the two of you know what’s going on in a little while. Your dad will be here within the hour. If not sooner.”

  “Then work fast, Pres.” Cyclops kissed my temple. “Because I’m not letting her go. I refuse to fight her dad, but he’s not taking her from me.”

  “I’m on it. Congratulations, Cyclops. You too, Leigha.”

  The call dropped, and Cyclops tossed his phone aside. “Guess we should shower and dress.”

  “My things are still in my car.”

  “You can put on one of my shirts until I bring your bag in.”

  I pulled away from him and glared. “Do you really want my dad walking in and finding me in your shirt with no panties on? Because that will not go over well.”

  He smiled. “All right. I’ll get your bag. Go start the shower and I’ll join you in a minute.”

  I watched him get out of bed, admiring his body as he bent down to grab his jeans. He pulled them up, leaving them open, and walked out. I went into the bathroom and started the shower. The glass enclosure looked like heaven. Stone walls kept the cabin’s natural feel. Dual showerheads and a bench made me eager to get in there. At home, I’d shared a bathroom with my siblings. Just a tub/shower combo. Nothing special.