Giving It To The Enemy Part 4

Pipe waited in Elena's house for her to return home. She had left a window open, and he was going to have to put her over his knee for that. She was putting herself in real danger, and it p.i.s.sed him off. Being related to a club Prez, she should know to keep her windows locked and doors secure at all times.

After he'd left the bar, he'd made his way to the clubhouse, to be seen by his men, and to get an update on the fights. Everything was going well, and it was actually tonight that one of Saint's boys was supposed to fight. He was interested to see how one of the other MCs fought. Pipe was going to have a front row seat.

First, he'd wanted to talk to Elena without risk of either of them being interrupted. It would seem she'd decided to spend the night with her friend, which gave him plenty of time to go snooping through her s.h.i.+t. She was a rather neat person, and everything was put away. He was going to dirty her up, and have her begging for more. Pipe wouldn't let her hide from what she needed, which was a nice stiff c.o.c.k.

Also a man who isn't going to turn his back on her.

He'd been alone in her house all night, and he'd snooped. No, snoop was too d.a.m.n nice a word. He'd gone through everything, her drawers, her notebooks, even her cookery books, and he'd raided her fridge, fixing himself a snack. He was hungry all the d.a.m.n time, and it was no different now.

Sitting on her bed, he waited for her to arrive. He heard her car pull into the driveway at seven-thirty. Pipe hadn't gotten any sleep last night as he'd wanted to be prepared.

The front door opened, and he heard her place her keys in the little tray.

There was some more shuffling going on, and his excitement was starting to build within him. He wanted her beneath him, driving his c.o.c.k so deep inside her tight p.u.s.s.y, and she'd have a tight one, so d.a.m.n tight.

It wasn't just about her sweet as f.u.c.k p.u.s.s.y. It was about her, and how d.a.m.n good she was as a person. He knew it was cliche as s.h.i.+t, but she made him want to be a better person, and he was being really f.u.c.king serious. His past, present, and future would involve killing people, and yet when he was around her, she made him feel like just a man.

He tensed up as she made her way upstairs, and he waited for her to enter the bedroom.

The moment she did, she'd actually closed her eyes and was stretching her arms above her head. She wore some pajama bottoms that were cute, and the s.h.i.+rt she wore drooped low so he got a good view of her t.i.ts. Her hair was knotted at the nape of her neck, and she looked so d.a.m.n adorable.

"You know, you really should learn to lock your windows."

Elena screamed the moment he started talking, and placed a hand across her heart. Her eyes were open wide, and she'd taken a step back.

"What the h.e.l.l are you doing here?" she asked, looking around her room.

"I wasn't going to leave our little kiss like that. You should have known that. You been with Sarah all night?" he asked, placing her little bunny teddy bear back on the bed.

"You broke into my house?"

"Actually, I came in through a window."

He took a step toward her, and Elena simply glared at him. "You need to leave. If Saint saw you here-"

"Are you going to tell him? Are you going to tell him that you want me, Elena?"

"I don't want you. I don't want anything to do with you."

He tutted. "You're lying, baby, and you really need to stop. I bet your p.u.s.s.y was so d.a.m.n wet for me last night, and I bet you're wet now, aren't you, baby?"

"Stop it. Stop calling me baby, and stop talking about me being wet. This is my body."

Pipe closed the distance between them. "It is your body, and it wants me, doesn't it? Admit it, Elena. You want me."

"I don't. Saint-"

"f.u.c.k Saint. He's just your brother. You're not part of his club. You're not even a club wh.o.r.e. You've got no attachment to that club, and I saw that last night when you'd rather run from him than stand up to him."

"He's my brother. I grew up in that club."

"For how long? How long did you grow up in that club? I remember there being two of you, a brother and sister, but the sister went away with her little mother."

"Stop it, Pipe."

"Just admit the truth."

"No. There is no truth."

"You're lying to me." He pressed her up against the wardrobe door, placing his hand beside her face. "Stop lying."

Her jaw clenched.

"I'm right here. I'm flesh and bone, I'm warm, and I'm telling you, Elena, I want you. I don't give a f.u.c.k who your brother is, or what his club is or does."

"It's a betrayal. I can't do that."

Pipe leaned in close so that his lips touched hers. "Forget the club. Forget who your brother is. What do you want? What does little Elena want?"

Tears filled her eyes but she didn't pull away. He also noticed she wasn't afraid of him either. She wouldn't back down from him, and he found it a heady experience.

"I want to be happy. I want to be wanted." The words spilled from her lips, and he smiled.

"I can give you what you want." With his free hand, he took hold of hers, and placed it on his hard, aching c.o.c.k. She cupped him, stroking up and down his length. "Do you feel that, baby? Do you feel how hard you make me, how much I f.u.c.king need you?"

"Why are you doing this to me?" Elena asked.

She didn't try to pull away.

"I take what I want, Elena. I want you, and I'm not backing down, nor am I going away. I want to f.u.c.k you, and make you mine. I want to sink my d.i.c.k inside your p.u.s.s.y and fill you with my c.u.m. You work in a s.e.x shop, so this is going to come as no surprise to you. I want to f.u.c.k your a.s.s. There's a great deal of pleasure you can have in giving me your a.s.s. I'll make you love it. I'll dirty you up and make you relish every single second." She was breathing deeply and pressing her body closer to him. "For me to do all of that, I need you to stop lying to-"

Elena slammed her lips against his. She released his c.o.c.k, and sank her fingers into his hair, holding him tightly as she pressed her body to his. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close, cupping her a.s.s with one hand, and sinking his other into her hair.

"I'm admitting the truth. I want you, Pipe."

Those words were his undoing, and for the first time in his life, Pipe didn't mind falling.

Chapter Four.

Elena's heart was racing, and her p.u.s.s.y was so wet. Should she tell him she was a virgin? What would he do when he saw the scars on her back? Instead of relis.h.i.+ng the kiss, and looking forward to getting naked, she felt herself start to freeze up, to expect the disgust and rejection she'd experienced so many times before.

"Baby, what is it?" Pipe asked.

"I can't do this."

Her hands were shaking, and she wanted everything he'd said. The need to be f.u.c.ked and touched and to belong was so d.a.m.n strong that it was making it almost impossible for her to think straight.

"Elena."

Even the way he said her name made her s.h.i.+ver in antic.i.p.ation for more.

"What?" she asked, staring down at the ground.

He wouldn't let her get away without looking at him. He placed a finger underneath her chin and forced her to look up at him.

"What are you hiding?" he asked.

She licked her lips, and tears filled her eyes. "I can't do this. It's a mistake. Saint-"

"Don't do it. You're hiding something, I know you are. You're hot for me. Your p.u.s.s.y is slick, begging to be f.u.c.ked. I know it is."

"Stop." He was breaking her resolve, and she didn't know how she was going to stand strong against him. The last thing she wanted was for him to see her scars. Her scars were ugly to her.

No one saw them, not even Sarah. She always made sure to change away from any prying eyes.

"Why are you hiding? What are you hiding?"

"What makes you think I'm hiding anything? I don't want to have s.e.x with you."

It was all lies. She wanted to be with Pipe.

He stood watching her for several seconds. She didn't know how much time had pa.s.sed. Suddenly, he turned away, and sat down on the edge of the bed. "You were fire in my arms, Elena. You're hiding something, and you're trying to push me away. I've seen the way you are. You don't let people get to close. Talk to me."

"Why should I talk to you?"

You're being childish, and you know it. Stop it, Elena.

"I don't see anyone else here willing to talk to you. You can trust me with your secrets. Tell me what is causing you so much pain?"

Her throat felt thick, dry, and it was impossible for her to swallow.

"There's no one I can trust. You're a rival biker." She stared into his dark gaze, and instead of seeing a killer, she saw a man who wanted her. He wasn't chasing after Saint or being part of the club. His only interest was her.

"You can trust me."

"Why?"

"I've had multiple opportunities to tell Saint about what is going on between us. I helped you last night when you wanted to get away."

She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, and saw that he indeed spoke the truth.

"Talk to me, Elena. You can't keep it locked up inside."

I want to talk. I want to tell him the truth.

"I'll understand if you don't want me anymore," she said.

He frowned but nodded.

Putting her back to him, she took a deep breath, and pulled her nights.h.i.+rt up. Next, she pushed her pajama pants down her thighs, and then removed her bra and panties. She stood before him, showing off her back for him to see.

"What the f.u.c.k happened to you?" he asked.

She gasped as the tips of his fingers traced a path of the scars on her back.

"Who did this to you?"

"My mother was showing me how dangerous the outside world can be. I was bad, and when a girl is bad, she needs to know her place."

"What the f.u.c.k?"

He stood up and moved in close. She closed her eyes as he seemed to surround her with his warmth. This was how it always was with him. He made her feel protected, and safe. No one, not even Saint or her own father, could protect her.

His hand reached around the front, cupping her chin, and tilting her head to the side. "What the h.e.l.l happened?

She crossed her hands over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and licked her dry lips again. "Mom didn't like the club life, and she didn't believe it was a good place for her daughter."

"So what did she do?"

"She took me away. Dad got Saint, and Mom got me. Only, she was crazy, and she'd been able to hide it for so d.a.m.n long that no one saw how deranged she was."

"The b.i.t.c.h would beat you."

"I'd ask her why I couldn't go see my brother or father, and I'd get a beating for the trouble. She'd stop me talking to them, and she made sure that I was cut off from them."

"No one knew?"

"No one. If they did know, they didn't give any indication of what was going on." She shrugged, and even that was painful to her in that moment.

"You think this would repulse me?"

"I didn't know what it would do. I've always covered up." She couldn't bring herself to admit that she was a virgin.

Elena wasn't ready to admit that to anyone yet, especially not to Pipe. He must have been with women who not only knew what they were doing, but were d.a.m.n good at it. She didn't know if she would be any good at s.e.x, or how it would feel to be with him.

Would it hurt?

"Does Saint know what happened?"