Page 51 of Bolt (Iron Thunder MC 1)
I pounded her pussy, making her moan and shake, till she came with a laughing explosion of release. I emptied myself inside her too. Our bodies were damp with sweat, moving and sliding together till we were both spent.
I could see my cum sticking to the insides of her thighs when I pulled my big cock out of her dainty little pussy. Cassie was breathless but happy.
“Bolt,” she said my name firmly, grabbing my wrist as I made to step away from her. I waited for her to continue. She was looking keenly into my eyes. “I think I’m in love with you,” she said.
I reached for her silky golden hair, tucked some of it behind her ear and then kissed her deliciously soft cheek.
“I love you,” I said. Her eyes became radiant and she bit down on her lip.
“I didn’t know if you were capable of saying those words.”
“I didn’t either. I guess I’m a changed man now,” I replied. She was smiling, excited, happy. Exactly the way I always wanted to see her.
“Now that we’re in the kitchen already, why don’t I make us something to eat? Grilled cheese?”
Perks of having a woman around!
“You read my mind, woman,” I said and pulled up my pants. Cassie jumped off the counter and started putting on her clothes, but I stopped her.
“What do you think you’re doing? One of the new rules of this apartment is that you have to be naked at all times,” I said.
Cassie rolled her eyes but was still smiling. Then she shrugged.
“Fine by me. Good luck getting anything done around here,” she replied.18CassieThree weeks laterI couldn’t have hoped for a more magical two weeks.
I didn’t think it would come this naturally to me—being in a relationship with a man I connected with this easily. Especially not with a man I wouldn’t have dreamed of being with before. A man who would have frightened me.
Now that I was getting to know Bolt better every day, it became apparent to me he was gentle. He had the capacity to be gentle when he was with me. He was firm and upheld his rules, he was always going to be loyal to his MC, but I would always come first.
I loved feeling protected by him. I loved knowing that I would always wake up with Bolt beside me. That no matter where he went, he would always come home to me.
I went to the cafe as usual every morning and ran my business while Bolt went to the Clubhouse and took care of the MC business and his duties. I usually joined him there in the evenings and was beginning to get to know the others in the Club too.
Chip had been released from the Black room. He had begged for his membership back, said he would do anything to be patched into the Club again but Bolt held firm. No preferential treatment just because he was my brother.
At least they didn’t punish him more harshly. I told him he should be grateful to them for that.
Bolt told me they were going to keep a close eye on him and make sure he didn’t associate himself with any other MC either.
He had a long road ahead if he wanted to repair his relationship with them and me.
I wasn’t living in the family house anymore. I spent most of my time at Bolt’s apartment and stayed over at my apartment above the cafe on nights I couldn’t get away. So I wasn’t seeing much of Chip these days. When he tried to get in touch, we spoke briefly on the phone.
He said he missed me. He wanted to bake some cookies for me. He said he wanted his sister back. I told him he needed to get professional help. I was willing to help him with that. Organize a shrink for him and drive him there if he wanted. He needed to deal with the roadblocks he was facing because of our parents’ death. Once he was able to overcome that, only then would we be able to repair our own relationship.
Chip retreated within himself again, stopped calling when he realized I wasn’t going to give in or use my influence with Bolt to get him a place in the MC again.
I spoke to Bolt about it. I knew I could talk to him about anything, as long as we were being completely honest with each other. I told him I was worrying about Chip again.
“I can’t stop. Even though I hate what he did. I wish I didn’t care this much.”
“He’s your brother,” Bolt replied. We were in bed, we’d just had sex and were lying in each other’s arms, the sheets all tangled up around our bodies. His fingers were in my hair and my chin was on his chest.
