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by Tallman, Darlene


  “Absolutely.”

  Nick

  I lay back in my bed after hanging up, her voice swirling in my head. Hearing her describe what she was wearing has me harder than concrete, so I reach down and grab my dick, imagining her smaller hand gripping me tight.

  As I slowly stroke, using the pre-cum as a lubricant, I picture her snuggled up to me, her scent wrapped around us both. While I’ve steered clear of innocents, she calls to me and I will never let her go. If I have to jack off every night until she’s ready, so be it. Closing my eyes, I lose myself to the memories of us making out, her soft, breathy sighs and moans making my hand move quicker. She has no clue how she affects me, but she will. I’m now lost in my fantasy of her jerking me off and I can feel the tell-tale tingling run up my spine. As my dick jerks, spewing cum all over my stomach, I call out her name, a grin on my lips.

  13

  Shayla

  My week has flown by and I finally convinced Jaycie that I was well enough to go home. With Amelia laying down for a nap, I’m busy getting things together for the weekend when I hear a knock on my door. Looking at my phone, I realize it might be Nick and the butterflies start their merry jaunt through my stomach as I smooth the shirt I’m wearing and lick my lips. I open the door expecting to see my biker and stop short when I notice it’s Piper on my porch.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask as I step outside. No way will I let her contaminate my house.

  “I wanted to talk to you, woman to woman, and give you the lay of the land now that Nick’s back home.”

  “You did, did you?” I’m not sure where my backbone is coming from, but I don’t want this woman here and my tone reflects that.

  “He’s mine. We had a bit of a falling out years ago, but now that he’s coming around, he’ll see that it’s me that he wants.”

  “I hate to say it, but you’re wrong. He wants nothing to do with you. Nothing at all. You devastated him when you had an abortion, knowing the kind of family he was raised in where kids are adored and cherished. How on earth can you think that he will want you again?”

  “We have a soul connection.”

  I can’t help myself; I start to laugh because she actually believes what she’s saying. I’m about to reply when I hear, “Get gone, Piper. You don’t exist in my life and haven’t in a fuckuva longass time. So, get gone.” The look on his face is fierce and if I wasn’t half in love with him, I’d go back into the house and close and lock the door.

  “But…Nick…,” she stammers.

  “Not big into repeating myself, Piper. Get. Gone!” he demands, moving around her so he’s next to me. He reaches behind me and opens the door and gently pushes so that we’re both inside, before he closes and locks the door on her, still sputtering away.

  “Sorry, baby. Had no clue she’d try something like that, but you did good.”

  I smile at his words before saying, “Not really sure where my backbone came from, to be honest. But it pisses me off that she thought she could come to my home like that!”

  “I like you feisty,” he murmurs, leaning closer before kissing me. And what a kiss – holy hell, I think my panties just melted. I find myself plastered to him, one hand holding my head, the other roaming down to just above my ass. We’re so close I can feel his hard length pressed against my lower abdomen and stomach. “How long will Amelia sleep?” he asks against my lips.

  “A few hours, why?”

  “Means we’ve got time to play a bit.” Play? What kind of play? And am I ready for it? He scoops me up and carries me into my room where he gently tosses me onto the bed before following me down. “Figured we could make out some,” he whispers against my neck, his hands roaming under my shirt.

  “This is scary to me,” I murmur, so low I don’t think he hears me.

  “We’ll stay above the waist, baby, okay? But I need to see what I’ve been feeling and fantasizing about.”

  Before I can answer, he moves off the bed and takes his cut off, placing it on my dresser, then he does that guy thing where he pulls his shirt off over his head from the back. I stare at the rippling muscles as they’re exposed, praying I’m not drooling. He’s not particularly hairy, which is good because it brings back the horror of Quentin, and I am already wanting to run my fingers across his chest. Darker hair shows around his belly button and I know it’s hiding the monster that I can see straining against his zipper.

  Once he’s back on the bed, he eases my shirt up, dropping kisses when he exposes the skin. “I like this top, baby. Sexy and sassy with a touch of sweet.”

  “I’m glad. I was thinking of you when I bought it.” The gleam in his eyes tells me I said the right thing.

  “Fuck,” he mutters, once my shirt is off. I may have bought some prettier bras and panties since he last saw them. The set I’m wearing today has tiny red hearts with a bow right in the middle. “So, new game. Seven minutes in heaven with our shirts off.”

  “So, you like it then?” I ask as he maneuvers the straps down my arms before reaching behind me and unclasping my bra. Before he answers, he has it off and dropped somewhere off the side of the bed.

  “Fuck yeah, I do,” he replies before leaning in and taking one of my nipples between his lips.

  I can’t help my reaction, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before and I feel my back arch up, pushing my breast further into his mouth. And his hands? Holy hell, his hands are big and calloused and they’re stroking me while his lips and tongue suck, nip and lick on my nipple until it’s distended and swollen. Then, he moves to the other side while one of his hands continues to torment the first one.

  “Nick,” I moan. “That feels fantastic.”

  “This wasn’t one of my better ideas,” he mutters, moving to take my lips in his. “Not sure I’ll be able to stop, but I will, I promise.”

  Right now, I don’t want him to stop. The sensations coursing through me have my legs twisting restlessly against him. He stops that when he throws one of his thighs over mine. Great, now I have his hard dick pressed along my thigh, the heat searing through my leggings. I can feel my panties getting damper, and realize if he keeps up what he’s doing, I’m gonna have to change before we leave.

  “You’re so fucking responsive,” he says, dropping kisses down my neck as his hands continue to manipulate my nipples. I’m speechless right now as I realize that the man currently making me feel things I’ve never even imagined before has captured me, heart and soul. His hand slides down and strokes my hip and I find myself making a noise in my throat that I’ve read about and secretly scoffed over. Well, now that it’s happening to me, I know it’s not fiction.

  I’m about to say something when the timer goes off. “You up for some more?” he questions, looking down at me. “Wanna make you burn for me, Shayla.”

  I can only nod, my words caught in my throat. He sets his timer again and somehow, manages to crowd even closer to me. Even with his thigh over mine, I’m still restless. I want something but I don’t know what, exactly. I’m equal parts excited and terrified. “Nick? I…I want more.” My voice sounds needy and while I cringe inside, the wanton woman who has appeared couldn’t give a flip.

  “You sure? I’m good with where we’re at, Shay,” he tells me.

  “Not gonna lie and say I’m ready to do more, but I feel like I’m on the edge of something. I can’t explain it.” His eyes darken and he grins.

  “I got you, baby,” he promises, his hand slipping down the front of my leggings. Staying on the outside of my clothes, he moves his hand lower and lower still until he’s over my center. “Fuck, you’re soaked, Shay. Just from this little bit of play.”

  Embarrassed now, I tuck my head into his side so I can’t see him. “Nuh uh, nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart. Do you know what you’re doing to my ego? Haven’t had my hands, mouth or dick near you and you’re on the edge already? You make me feel ten feet tall.”

  “Never felt like this before and I don’t know what to do wi
th it,” I confess.

  “You’ve never touched yourself?”

  I shake my head. I never had that desire to do so, so why bother?

  “Oh, honey, you’re giving me so many gifts and you have no clue at all. Let me make you feel good.”

  Nick

  I’m in awe of the woman in my arms, how expressive she is and how she’s willing to push past any fears that I know must be in the back of her mind. When she nods, I feel like I’m ten feet tall. Slowly, I move my hand from the heat that has me wanting to strip us both of our clothes and pound her into the mattress. “You good, Shay?” I whisper, my mouth near her ear as my hand starts sliding between her leggings and her soft, silky skin.

  “Yeah.” I want her to have this, something she’s never had. Knowing how Amelia came to be has fucked with my head so many times because that’s not how she should have been introduced to physical shit. Not at all.

  “You let me know if it’s too much and I’ll stop, no questions asked.” It’ll kill me, but I’ll do it.

  “I’m good, Nick.” Now I hear the frustration in her voice and hide a grin. My girl’s horny and I’m about to do what I can and rock her world. When my dick pulses in agreement, I have to remind him that it’s not about him right now.

  “Just putting this out there, baby. Nothing we do is wrong as long as we’re both willing, y’hear?”

  She nods and then I feel her hands running across my shoulders as mine continues its trek beneath her leggings until I reach the apex of her thighs. She’s fucking soaked and once again, my ego takes flight knowing that I’m the one who caused it. When I lightly stroke between her legs, I hear her breath catch. Leaning in, I capture her lips and begin kissing her while my fingers continue to move until they’re in position.

  As I enter her with one finger, I feel her tense slightly and pull back. “No, don’t…I mean,” she stammers before reaching down with a hand and placing it on top of mine. “Don’t stop, Nick, please.” The need in her voice has me wanting to do everything I can to make this more than she expected or anticipated. I slowly insert my finger again and my eyes nearly cross at the heat and tightness I feel. My dick will think it died and went to heaven when I finally get in there.

  One finger turns into two as my thumb finds and starts circling her clit. Her soft moans are spurring me on, and I have to fight everything in me not to tear her leggings off and feast. “God, Shay, do you know how hot this is?” I murmur, my lips caressing her neck. I watch as her nipples get even harder and lean down to capture one between my lips, laving it with my tongue as she whimpers in my arms. I can feel her pussy pulsing around my fingers and realize she’s close.

  Redoubling my efforts, my thumb continues to circle her clit, pressing down occasionally, as my fingers continue to lazily stroke in and out. When I find her g-spot, I focus, eliciting a cry of surprise from her. “Nick, what…oh, God, that feels amazing! Please, please don’t stop.”

  “Not in this lifetime, sweet girl.” I can see the blush of red tingeing her chest and cheeks and know she’s close, so I lean even closer, grinding my dick into her thigh, and whisper, “Come for me, Shay.” At my words, she shatters, her back arching off the bed as her pussy clamps down on my fingers like a vise. I continue my ministrations, easing off when I feel her try to pull away, and slowly remove my fingers from her heat. Once my hand is free, I keep my eyes on her as I lick each digit thoroughly, grinning when she blushes. “That was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, tucking her into my side.

  “What about you?” I hear the hesitation in her tone and realize I need to do a little more ‘work’ where she’s concerned.

  “Baby, I’m good. I nearly came in my jeans like a teenager, but I’m good. Besides, we don’t have time for all that I’d want to do to you. This was about you, not me.”

  “Keep up that sweet talk, biker man,” she teases. I kiss her forehead and pull her close.

  “Only for you. Now, let’s rest before Meli wakes up, okay?”

  “Mmhm.” I glance down at her and see the hooded eyes, sated and sleepy.

  “Sleep, baby.”

  14

  Nick

  I wake up feeling energized and hear the giggles coming from Meli’s room. Easing away from Shayla, I cover her up and place a kiss on her temple before I head out of the bedroom.

  As I walk into the baby’s room, I start laughing. She’s managed to pull herself up and is throwing whatever she can reach out of the crib. “C’mon, Little Miss, let’s get you changed and fed,” I say, holding my arms out. She squeals and tries to launch herself over the railing, which has me laughing harder. “You look like your momma,” I whisper, blowing raspberries on her neck. “I see I’m gonna have to get my guns out.”

  I get her changed and put another outfit on her then walk with her planted on my hip into the kitchen. “Let’s see what we can find, how does that sound?” I feel a little silly talking to her, but how else will she learn to talk if we don’t speak to her regularly?

  Once she’s settled in her high chair with some dry cereal and a small sippy cup of milk, I work on pulling stuff I think we’ll need for the weekend. “You good, Princess?” I ask when I glance over and see the top of the highchair is empty. I step toward her and hear a crunch and look down and realize that many of the Cheerios are now at my feet. “You silly girl, look at the mess you made. Let me get this cleaned up and we’ll go get your momma up so we can head to the clubhouse.”

  Within minutes, I have the kitchen sorted and am picking her back up and heading to the bedroom. Laying her in the middle, I crawl in and watch as she pats on her momma.

  Shayla

  I wake up to tiny hands patting my cheeks and a sweet voice saying, “Mama mama mama.”

  “Hey, sweet girl,” I rasp out. When my eyes fully open, I see Nick, propped up on his elbow, a possessive gleam in his eyes. “Hey.”

  “Hey, beautiful, time to wake up so we can get stuff together and hit the road. Want to be at the clubhouse before dark if possible.”

  I nod and go to roll out of the bed until I realize I’m still naked from the waist up. Blushing, I lean over to grab my shirt when I hear him laughing. “Why are you laughing?” I ask.

  “Think it’s all kinds of cute how you’re embarrassed about being naked when I had my hand down your pants not too long ago.”

  “Nick! You can’t say stuff like that!”

  “You ain’t heard nothing yet, baby.” The promise in his voice sends a shiver down my back and I abandon my thoughts of grabbing my stuff. I don’t know where this bravery is coming from, but I’m gonna go with it for now, at least.

  “I need to grab a quick shower then pack,” I tell him, heading to my dresser. There’s no way I can meet his other family after what we did until I’ve showered.

  “Get whatever you want to keep there, Shay. We’re at the iffy time of the year for weather.”

  I nod and after grabbing clothes for the day, head into the bathroom and away from his knowing eyes. While in the shower, my mind replays all that he did to me earlier, and I feel myself growing wet again. Seems that he has turned a faucet on and now I have to figure out how to deal with it on my own. As I caress myself, I’m unaware of the moans that are escaping until the shower curtain is ripped back and I see him standing there, heat filling his eyes. I don’t get a chance to say anything before he’s pulling me out and sitting me on the counter, my legs splayed.

  “Can’t take your sexy noises any more, baby,” he murmurs before dropping to his knees in front of me. I cry out when his mouth touches my center and start moving my hips when he slips two fingers into me, never removing his lips or tongue from my clit. “God, you taste like heaven.” The rumble of his voice against my pussy has me biting my lip to keep from screaming out loud. When he latches onto my clit as his finger finds something inside that has me seeing stars, I lose the battle, crying out his name as waves of pleasure wash over me.

  As I come back
to myself, I realize that he’s drying me off and murmuring words I don’t fully understand. When he realizes that I’m aware of my surroundings again, he says, “Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, Shayla. Damn, you burn hot for me.”

  What else can I do but own it? I grin and say, “Apparently so, biker man. Kinda wishing we had more time before we had to go so I could see what else you’ve got.”

  Nick

  Every fucking time I think I’ve figured her out, she says something that shocks me, like right now. I’d give anything to drop my jeans and give my poor dick the relief he’s craving, but now’s not the time. “Soon, baby, okay?” I whisper before kissing her. My dick will just have to deal with zipper impressions. “We need to get ready to go. Got something for you on the bed. I’ll go finish up Meli.”

  I leave her sitting on the bathroom counter, still a bit dazed, and head to where I left Meli in her playpen. I honestly had no intentions of interrupting Shayla’s shower, but Jesus Christ, the woman was playing with herself, likely remembering what I had done, and my control snapped. “Okay, pretty girl, what else do I need to get for you?” I ask the infant. Meli grins and babbles and I shake my head as I go into the kitchen and grab the box I packed earlier with her jars of food and shit. I’ve already gone through her bedroom and gathered the diapers and wipes, as well as clothes, so all Shayla needs to do is pack her stuff and we can go.

  * * *

  I’ve got everything except whatever she’s planning to bring packed and am heading down to her room when I find her sitting on the edge of the bed, the leather cut I left there clutched in her hands and tears streaming down her face. “Baby?” I ask, reaching her side and gathering her in my arms.

 

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