Naked Love

by Jones, Lisa Renee

  “I know you want it. You need my dick more than you’ll ever admit, Izzy. No one makes you come like I do,” he whispered in my ear as he rubbed his hard length against me. “You want it?”

  “If you think you’re man enough to give it,” I challenged. I loved when Flash felt like he needed to prove himself. He worked harder at it, fucked me better, and outdid himself each time.

  “I’m busting that shit, Izzy. I’ll show you how a real man fucks.” He stood on top of the bed, pulling me up by the hips. “Ass up, princess,” he said as he smacked my other cheek.

  I giggled into the comforter. Dipping my stomach toward the bed, I pushed my ass in the air, wiggling it.

  “Don’t move,” he said as he landed another blow to my already stinging flesh.

  My laughter became uncontrollable as I buried my face deeper into the blankets, trying not to hurt his pride. Flash was hot. But controlling? Not one bit. I’d let him play the part for the pleasure of feeling his cock in me.

  He pushed into me in one quick thrust. His fingers dug into my hips as he pounded me. I moaned each time the head of his cock stroked my G-spot. I fisted the sheets, closing my eyes, and tried to remember to breathe. His body bounced off mine, slamming into me to the hilt before he withdrew. As our bodies collided, my ability to keep my upper body in place began to slip. I reached back, wrapping my hands around his ankles, holding our bodies together.

  He rested his palm against my lower back and placed his finger against the one hole I’d never given him. I opened my eyes, looking behind me. He towered over me with a hand on my hip, his abs clenching and relaxing, and a trail of spit falling from his lips. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to get my body to relax as he rubbed the saliva against my flesh.

  “Fuck,” he muttered as he pulled out his cock and pushed his thumb inside my ass.

  I whimpered, wanting the feel of his cock as I dug my fingernails into his ankles. He rammed his cock into me, filling me in both holes. Pleasure shot through my body as he worked one in and the other out. Moving out of sync and in absolute fucking perfection.

  “Who’s fucking you, Izzy? I want to hear you scream my name.” He stilled.

  I mumbled, not able to form words.

  His thumb dug deeper, pulling upward, hooking me. “What’s my name?” he growled, taking out his cock.

  “Flash. Fucking Flash,” I answered in one quick breath, burying my face in the comforter.

  He pummeled me, his balls slapping against my clit, the curved shaft stroking my G-spot, his thumb caressing my ass. The second orgasm tore through me without warning as I chanted his name.

  I lay there panting as the world came back into focus. My grip slipped from his ankles as I became putty in his hands. Flash picked up the pace, slamming into me a couple of times before resting his chest against my back and twitching. He gasped behind me, trying to catch his breath. Our bodies were stuck together by sweat-soaked flesh.

  “Fuck, darlin’. I’ve missed ya,” he panted in my ear as his cock slipped out.

  “I missed your cock, Flash.” I chuckled, earning me a swift smack on the ass. I started to crawl off the bed, ready to hit the town and get out of this shithole of a room.

  Flash grabbed my foot. “Where are you slithering off to?” he asked as he pulled me against his body.

  “I wanna shower and go out. I’m ready for a little fun.” I sighed.

  “Just lie here for a minute. I’m tired and I want to hold you.” He jerked me back, holding me tighter to his chest, and nuzzled his face in my neck.

  I relaxed against him. He did feel really good, but I wasn’t here to snuggle. Flash and I had never had that type of relationship.

  “You want more pussy this weekend? If you do, you’ll rest while I shower and take my ass out. Understand what I’m saying?” I looked at him, seeing only his eyes as he bit down on my shoulder.

  He released me, pushing me off the bed. “What the fuck ya waiting for? Go shower, wench.”

  I laughed as I grabbed my bag and flipped him off. Pussy was the great equalizer and always won when you needed to get one over on a guy who thought he was “the man.”

  * * *

  When he’d said that he’d take me out and show me the town, I hadn’t thought that included the shittiest biker bar in all of Daytona Beach. The place reeked of cigarettes; the air was hazy from the smoke. A band was playing behind a cage like in that movie ‘Roadhouse’. I walked through the door with Flash at my side. The floors were filthy and the men inside didn’t look much better.

  “None of your mouthy bullshit that I love so much when we talk to these guys, got it?” Flash cocked an eyebrow at me, standing like a statue as he waited for my answer.

  “I’m not mouthy,” I insisted, crossing my arms over my chest.

  “Darlin’, ya are, and I fuckin’ love it.” His smile grew wider, giving me a glimpse of why they called him Flash. He had a perfect smile filled with shiny, pearly-white teeth, one that could charm the pants off any girl. It did funny things to my brain, and I couldn’t say no to him. “In this bar, with these guys, it’s not the place. Understand? I’m a prospect, and that shit won’t fly here.”

  I slid my arm around his waist, looking up into his baby blues. “I got it. I’m to be seen and not heard?”

  He grabbed my shoulders and stared back at me. “That’s how these guys are. You don’t like something they say, just keep quiet.”

  The last thing I wanted to be was a piece of arm candy that faded away in the background. It was not how I’d been raised. “Let’s get one thing straight, Flash. I know you’re badass and all, but I don’t stand in the shadows for anyone. Understand?”

  “Fucking hell,” he muttered, rubbing his face.

  “I’ll play the part this once, for you, but hear me now, mister. I’m not a club whore and I sure as hell ain’t your old lady. I don’t know what in the hell we are exactly, but if you want to be more than whatever the fuck this is”—I waved my hand in the air between us—“I will not stay quiet and be a mindless twat.”

  “Calm the fuck down, woman,” he croaked as he wrapped his fingers around my wrist. “I don’t think of you that way. This is for them.” He turned his attention to the table full of rough-looking men about twenty feet away. I could handle big and burly. I hadn’t grown up a pussy. “Just please do this for me and I’ll make sure to make it worth your while,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows and giving me a cocky-ass grin.

  “I won’t make a scene and walk out, but you owe me big time.” I tore my wrist from his grip.

  “Whatever you want, Izzy. You know that.” His eyes softened as he looked down at me.

  “I’m going to use my silent time to come up with something really big.” I swiped my fingers across the small hint of chest hair just below his throat.

  “I can do big.” He laughed and grabbed my hand to pull me toward the table.

  “Fucker,” I muttered to myself as I followed behind.

  He looked over his shoulder and said, “I heard that.”

  When he stopped suddenly, I ran into his back, and it felt like hitting a brick wall. I used his body as a shield from the men at the table. I didn’t know if I had an off switch, but this wasn’t really the place for me to test it. I just needed to keep my eyes down and pray their little hello didn’t last long.

  Flash leaned over the table, shaking their hands as I stood behind him pretending to be invisible—something I’d never done for anyone. Ever.

  When he’d said that he wanted to take me to Bike Week in Daytona Beach for the weekend, I hadn’t been able to imagine anything better than the feel of the wind in my hair, the sand between my toes, and a shitload of hot bikers. What could be bad about that?

  I hadn’t expected this, and I didn’t like it one bit. Flash would have to pay and pay dearly to make up for this “be seen and not heard” bullshit.

  “And who do we have here?” a rough voice asked, pulling me out of my thoughts on how to tortu
re Flash.

  Flash shifted and reached around to grab my hand, tugging me to his side. “This is Izzy, my woman.” He tightened his grip on my waist.

  I glared at him.

  What the fuck? I wasn’t his woman. We had an agreement, but to call the naughty shit we did a relationship was overstating it just a tad. I gave him the stink eye and saw the corner of his mouth twitch.

  “Well aren’t you stunning, Izzy. Is that short for Isabella?”

  I turned my attention to the genius and smiled the biggest bullshit smile I could muster. “Yes, it is.” I swallowed the other words I wanted to say, still smiling like an idiot.

  He wasn’t a bad-looking man for someone his age. His long, gray hair was pulled back in a low-slung ponytail, making his emerald-green eyes stand out. A small patch of salt-and-pepper facial hair framed his thin lips. He looked a little like Santa Claus on crack. The vest covering his black t-shirt was the same cut as the one Flash was wearing, but it had more patches—including one that stated he was the VP.

  “Why don’t you sit down with us and have a drink?” He lightly patted the empty chair next to him, never taking his eyes off me.

  Flash moved in front of me and started to sit, but the VP grabbed his arm.

  “I meant her, you idiot. Not you.”

  Flash stopped dead, with his ass hovering just above the seat. “Oh, sorry, man.”

  What type of man would let another one talk to him that way? The way he’d said “idiot” hadn’t been the same as when my brothers called each other “jackass” or “dumbfuck.” His dislike for Flash was clearly evident in his tone, but Flash did as he was told, like a good soldier.

  I slid into the wooden chair as Flash gripped my shoulder. “Thanks,” I whispered, folding my hands in my lap.

  “My name’s Rebel,” he said as he brought my hand to his mouth, running his prickly lips across my skin. “These are the guys.” He placed my hand on his leg, patting it, and then grabbed his beer.

  Flash’s grasp on my shoulder hardened, but I didn’t dare look up at him.

  Fuck. How had my dumb ass gotten into this situation? Flash was a stupid bastard. I should’ve listened to Joe and Mike, but then again, I never did.

  “Hey,” I said, slowly looking around the table. I tried not to linger on any one man too long.

  They all said, “Hey,” and smiled—except for one man. The long hair hid his face as he picked at the label on the bottle. His reaction to me wasn’t friendly or welcoming like the others’. Nope, he was avoiding me.

  “So, Isabella,” Rebel said, pulling my attention back to him. “Can I call you that? You don’t mind, do you?” He leaned into my personal space and squeezed my thigh. The stench of cigarettes and stale beer invaded my nostrils.

  Flash gripped my shoulder and Rebel held my thigh. I knew Flash wouldn’t do shit. He was the prospect, the one trying to get in the club, and Rebel knew it. I just needed to be agreeable and get the hell out of here for my sake and for Flash’s pussy ass.

  I bit the corner of my lip before responding. “Sure.” The only people in my life who called me Isabella—who I allowed to call me by my full name—were my parents. I didn’t think telling Rebel to go fuck himself would be good for anyone.

  The tiny hairs on the back of my neck rose, and I felt like someone was watching me. Without looking, I noticed him staring at me out of the corner of my eye as I kept my attention on Rebel. It bugged the fuck out of me. I wanted to get a glimpse of him, just for a second, but Rebel wanted my total attention.

  “Flash, go fetch me a beer and get something for the beautiful girl too,” Rebel demanded, staring at me, paying no attention to Flash or anyone else.

  My eyes flickered to his face as he barked orders to Flash. “I’m fine. I don’t need anything to drink.” The last thing I wanted was to drink anything that wouldn’t allow me to be in control. Being around Flash was one thing, but I didn’t trust the men sitting at the table.

  Flash didn’t move. He kept his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it lightly, and I could almost feel the tension radiating from his body.

  “What the fuck are you waiting for? Get the fucking drinks, boy!” Rebel roared, slamming his fist on the table.

  I jumped. The anger that oozed out of him put me on edge. My heart stuttered in my chest and I wanted to get out of here. Flash released my shoulder, leaving me alone with Rebel.

  Rebel leaned over, twirling my hair with his fingers. “So, darlin’ Isabella, tell me about yourself.”

  I looked down at my hands, trying to stop the urge to bat him away. “Not much to tell,” I whispered.

  He pushed the hair over my shoulder, running his fingertips down my skin, lingering on my collarbone. “I doubt that, Isabella.” As he drew out my name, rolling the last bit off his tongue, his breath tickled my nose.

  Small prickles slid down my neck, the hair still standing at attention. I leaned back in my chair, trying to escape his invasion of my personal space, pissed off that Flash had brought me here and then left me like a pansy ass.

  “Tell me about you, Rebel.” I was deflecting. A man like him had to be full of himself, drunk off power, and I prayed it would take the focus off me.

  “Tsk, tsk,” he said, shaking his head. “I know all about me. I want to know about you.” His eyes bored into me as he started to slide his hand up my leg before settling on my thigh.

  I swear to shit I wanted to rip Flash’s dick off and shove it down his throat. I didn’t care if I ever fucked him again. His cock was not worth this bullshit.

  “I’m a tattoo artist,” I said with a sigh while looking into his eyes, knowing that I wasn’t going to get out of the situation without being cordial. It wasn’t one of my better traits, but I knew how to play the game. “It’s my life.” I plastered a fake smile on my face, trying to maintain eye contact with him. I wouldn’t show weakness. I was a Gallo girl, not a shrinking violet.

  “I love a girl who does ink. Maybe I should come to you next time I need some work done. I wouldn’t mind dropping my drawers for you, beautiful.”

  I wanted to heave. The mere thought of seeing any of this man’s junk or ass made me gag. “I’m between gigs right now,” I lied, biting the inside of my cheek.

  “The MC has a shop. Job’s yours if you want it.” Rebel squeezed my thigh, running his hand farther up my legs, stopping mere centimeters from my pussy.

  “Just like that, huh?” I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I didn’t want to seem too eager to please, or too easy. “Maybe my skills are shitty. Then what?”

  He inched his chair closer, squeezing my thigh again. “If your ink skills are shitty, I’m sure we can find other ways for you to earn.”

  “Listen,” I said, about to lay into him and give him the nicest “fuck off” he’d ever had, but the sound of Flash slamming the drinks on the table stopped me from finishing the statement.

  “Flash, you fucker,” Rebel said, releasing my leg and leaning back in his chair. “You spilled my beer,” he growled, wiping the glass with his finger. He turned to me, drawing his fingers into his mouth and sucking them as he stared.

  Sam, a.k.a. Flash, didn’t speak. Cool biker nicknames were reserved for badasses, and Sam had lost that right when he’d pussied out on me. He hadn’t stood up for me, and left me high and dry in the hands of Rebel.

  As Rebel grabbed the bottle to bring it to his lips, I turned and gave my “I hate you” scowl to Sam. He shrugged, grimacing before giving me a halfhearted smile. I closed my eyes, trying to calm the fuck down, because at this point, I wanted to tell Sam exactly how I felt and get the fuck out of the shitty-ass bar. I counted to five like they’d taught in a college psychology course I’d taken on a whim. I slowly opened my eyes to find Rebel staring at me again.

  Sam leaned down, resting his hand on my shoulder, and whispered in my ear, “Want to get out of here?”

  What a clusterfuck. Would he have balls big enough?

  “I’m getting tired,” I co
mplained, standing to say goodbye. Before my ass was five inches off the chair, Rebel had his hand on my wrist, pulling me back down.

  “I wasn’t done talking to you.” He smiled, licking his lips.

  My eyes flickered to Sam, who now had wide eyes and an “oh fuck” face. I narrowed my eyes at him, wishing he’d man the fuck up, but nope. He must’ve checked his cock at the door. I turned back to Rebel, looking down at his hand, which was still wrapped around my wrist. Be diplomatic, Izzy. Do not piss off the MC vice president.

  I turned my wrist, breaking the hold he had on me. “I-I,” I stuttered, trying to figure out something other than, “Keep your fucking hands off me.”

  Just as I opened my mouth, a voice called out to Rebel. “Leave the fucking girl alone, you horny ol’ bastard.”

  I turned to look in the direction of the gravelly voice, where Rebel’s attention was now focused. My breath vanished and a dull ache settled in my chest as I sat there wide-eyed and in shock. The blue eyes shooting daggers across the table at me I’d seen before—I knew them. They were mine looking back at me.

  The smile I loved so much and the handsome, boyish looks were gone. His features were hard. Small lines had formed around his eyes since the last time I’d seen him. He didn’t look like man who had pushed me on my swing set and taught me how to throw a punch to defend myself. The man’s lips were set in a firm line as his glare focused entirely on me. He didn’t look anything like the brother I remembered, like the Tommy I loved.

  “You want a piece of this ass?” Rebel asked, looking from me to Thomas. “I wouldn’t blame you, Blue. It’s mighty fine,” he said as he turned back toward me, running his finger down my jaw.

  I snarled, moving my face away from his fingers. Rebel gripped my hair, yanking my head back and holding me in place.

  “Where do you think you’re going, Isabella?” He stared into my eyes, a smirk on his face.

  My heart started pounding, growing louder by the second as it beat out of control. This was bad, a real fucking nightmare.