Two Sides of Noelle: MC Romance (Demon Rebels MC Book 2) by Rayne O'Gara Page B

eyes I know that if this went bad and he was done with me that I would be shattered.
    “How about you stop thinking of the end game and just fucking ride it out.”
    “Easier said than done.” Another thought hits me. Do I want to take a chance on Caveman? Yes, I really think I do. But I still want Wood. I’m such a slut.
    “What was that?” he asks and moves his body even closer between my dangling legs.
    “What was what?”
    “Whatever just ran through your head.”
    “You are way too perceptive for my own good, you know that?” His eyes narrow at my snarky attitude.
    “Noelle. The truth,” he orders and surprisingly I’m tired of the lies. All of them. I want to have someone I can tell anything and everything to, but why does it have to be this scary biker that pulls these wants from deep within myself?
    “I’m a slut.”
    “Because you want Wood too.” I gasp at him in shock. Even though I shouldn’t be shocked, but damn, it’s like he is in my freaking head. Creepy. Nodding at him, I feel awful. Shouldn’t I be happy with all that is Caveman?
    “Good.”
    His word is confusing as hell. What’s good? That I want Wood or that I think I’m a slut? “What’s good?” I ask, knowing that if I don’t he wouldn’t answer.
    “That you want him as much as you want me.” His cocky face annoys me.
    “He hates me. And I’m not too thrilled with him either. But I still don’t understand why me wanting him is good when you and I are talking about exploring things.” See, I don’t need labels.
    “He doesn’t hate you.”
    My ‘yeah right’ face has him chuckling, it’s a nice sound.
    “Woman, you practically kicked him in the fuckin’ balls. He’s gonna be pissed off for a while,” he explains and I get it, I also get how he skipped over the other thing I asked. “Let’s eat,” his deep rumble announces and apparently the conversation is done because he steps away and shoves almost an entire piece of pizza into his mouth with one bite.
    I hop down from the counter, grab my plate, pick off the mushrooms from my pizza, and grab up my wine before joining him in the living room.
    “Movie?” he asks after gulping a healthy swig from his beer bottle. I nod at him and pick a horror movie over action. I’m a horror freak, it’s one of those things he is going to have to learn about me, the freakier the better, now might as well be that time.

Chapter Seven
     
Noelle
     
    “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I beg Caveman as he pounds into me from behind. My knees went limp from my first orgasm moments ago and I’m lying on the edge of my bed. His hands grip onto my hips roughly, I know leaving bruises, but I don’t give a rat’s ass because his thick cock feels so fucking good.
    After dinner the movie played and having already seen it like a million times, I lost interest pretty quickly. It’s one of my favorites, but when there is an amazingly sexy man meat sitting not two feet away from me on my couch, I lost interest in everything but him. His reaction to the scenes. His throat working as he finished his beer. The play of muscles on his forearm when he thunked the glass bottle down onto the coffee table.
    “ Woman ,” he growled at me without moving his eyes from the television.
    “ What ?” I asked innocently.
    “ Keep giving me fuck me eyes and I’ll deliver ,” he warned, but I fully embraced my inner slut. I jumped him. Literally. I quickly moved to straddle his thighs and kissed him. It only took a few seconds before he took over completely and kissed me deeply, wetly. His hard cock pushed against his jeans, the friction perfect against my grinding pussy. When I whimpered into his mouth he growled back and lifted us from the couch to carry me to my bedroom, never untangling our mouths. His rich flavor mixed with the tang of beer on my tongue sent me close to the edge. Clothes went flying, a condom rolled down, and he was buried so deeply inside me I swear he was hitting