KNOW ME (DEFIANT Motorcycle Club)(15)

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 f*cking 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 said, 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 f*cking 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 in silence for a few minutes before snuffing

the cigarette out.  I figured now that the evening’s chore was out of the way, he

would make his exit and leave me to my own devices until he was ready for a repeat.
Instead, Orion propped two thick pillows up on the bed and pulled me to his chest.  I

was surprised at the way his arms tenderly circled me and I sank against him gratefully

as he stroked my hair.  I thought about what Rachel had said about being alive.  I was

glad to be alive.  I knew Crest would be glad I was alive.  
“Orion?” I asked sleepily as I listened to the measured thud of his heart.
“Yeah?”
Now that I’d had a taste of this new world I wanted more.  “You’ll show me

everything?”
He tipped my head back and kissed me passionately but didn’t go any further.  “I

will, Kira,” he promised, his fingers threading through my hair again.  “There’s no

stopping that now.”




Chapter Seven


Orion was gone early the next morning. I touched myself gingerly as I slid out of the

bed.  Deep inside I was sore as hell and the rest of me felt rather stiff.
As I stumbled into the bathroom, I noted the ringing silence throughout the house.  As

I stood under the hot water I kept thinking about that decisive moment when Orion

entered me.  A warm feeling curled in my belly and traveled between my legs.  I wished

he was there.
I’d gotten over the strange sensation of wanting him the moment he’d kissed me. 

Orion Jackson wasn’t one to pour out the contents of his mind and heart but as I

remembered the way his arms curled around me it was enough to make me feel somewhat

tender about him.  
The house was still strangely empty when I emerged from the shower.  The kitchen clock