Know Me (DEFIANT Motorcycle Club) by Cora Brent Read Free Book Online Page A

then my body began to open up, becoming used to the iron feel of him.   A part of me which had never been touched before awoke and I moved my hips, trying to satisfy it. 
    Orion groaned and swore profusely as my hips bucked and I felt the same sense of exhilarating power as I had when I took his dick in my mouth.  Sex could be both a tool and a weapon.  Even though I’d never used it, I’d always known that.  Growing up among the club it was hard not to see the truth, no matter how much Crest tried to keep me out of the way. 
    I pulled my knees all the way back, opening so wide I thought I might break in half.  That brought Orion to the edge.  His hands went underneath my ass and he lifted me, pulling me against the ri gid invasion of his pulsing organ. 
    “Orion,” I moane d and he stiffened, hissed an obscenity and then shot an alarming stream of warmth inside of me as he came with a series of mighty plunges, clutching my breasts. 
    “Fucking shit ,” he panted, rolling off me and onto the bed. 
    I closed my legs and pulled my dress over me like a scanty blanket.   Orion raised his head and gave me a vulgar grin as he propped himself up on an elbow. 
    “What?”  I asked, self-consciously playing with the ends of my hair. 
    “For a virgin,” he explained, grabbing my dress and tossing it impatiently to the floor, “you sure know how to work it.” 
    I squeezed my legs together, feeling vaguely irritable.  “Look, I hadn’t done that before whether you want to fucking believe it or not.” 
    Orion laughed uproariously, rolling onto his back.  In a fit of anger I jumped out of the bed, grabbed my dress, and pulled it on in a hurry.  I sure as hell wasn’t going to lay there like a blinking ingénue and let him mock me.  Orion continued to laugh.  I threw a pillow at his face. 
    “I’m glad you think I’ m funny you dickhead.” 
    He wasn’t about to apologize but he stopped laughing and gazed at me playfully.  “Kira , that goddamn cherry of yours was in there so deep I’m not gonna be able to sit tomorrow.  Jesus, you were tough to pop.”  He grabbed my arm and yanked me roughly back into the bed, kissing my shoulder.  “Trust me,” he said in a serious voice, “there was no mistaking your innocent status.” 
    I rolled my eyes.  “I’m so glad to hear it.”
    “Look at me.”  The tone in his voice dared me to disobey. 
    I looked at the man who had been my father’s best friend.  The man who was now my lover.  His bright blue eyes were not unkind as he reached out and pushed my hair aside.  “You okay?”
    I stared him straight in the eye.  “Fine,” I sai d, although there was a pulsing soreness between my legs coupled with an alarming leaky feeling.  But I’d be damned if I’d show Orion Jackson any further weakness. 
    He gently pushed me to my back and kneeled between my legs, running his hands over the contours of my body.  “Kira,” he said mildly, “you learned how to ride a bicycle, right?”
    “You know I did.  You helped Crest teach me.”
    The mention of my father’s name clouded his eyes for a moment.  I sat up and touched his face, letting him know it was all right. 
    “You kept yelling at me to let go,” I said, resting my head against his shoulder. 
    “Yeah,” he remembered with a shake of his head. “And then you did. ”  He pulled back, gazing at me clearly.  “And you were okay.”
    “Yes. I was okay .”
    “Anyway,” he sighed.  “The point I was trying to make is that fucking is the same thing.  You get the feel of it, you let go, and then you can ride like hell.”    
    I touched my sore center tentatively.  “Hell might have to wait.”   
    Orion pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one, handing it over to me.  He chuckled.  “I don’t doubt it.” 
    I took a shallow inhale and passed the cigarette back to Orion.  He leaned against the wall on the far side of the bed and smoked