Sketch: The Devil's Highwaymen Nomads #2

by Claire C. Riley

  “Yeah, Sketch?”

  “Need to kiss you now,” I said, laying it out like it was. Because as much as I needed to fuck her, the need to kiss her was so much stronger. I waited for her to reply—to say no or to say yes, or to get off the bike—but nothing came. Her hand continued its slow caress of my cock and I swallowed, my nostrils flaring. “Babe?”

  “Yeah, Sketch?”

  “Need you to get off the bike.”

  “Okay,” she replied, getting off.

  As soon as she was off, I lifted my leg over and reached for her, dragging her body harshly against mine. I looked up at her and let out a low chuckle. She was still wearing my helmet. I think she was laughing too, and I reached up and pulled it off her head, her curls falling free around her shoulders.

  Fuck me, but she was truly beautiful.

  Hottest piece of ass I’d ever seen. Nancy was the whole package: banging body, beautiful face, and the tension that hummed between us was the biggest turn-on of all.

  It was something inexplicable. Something I didn’t quite understand, because I hadn’t ever felt it before. Not until I met this crazy, beautiful woman.

  I hung the helmet on my handlebars and wrapped my arms around her again, pulling her tighter against me until the heat from her pussy hit my cock. My eyes flared, and she sucked in a breath as I swiveled my hips and dragged my length up and down her clit through our clothing. My back teeth were gritted together as I struggled to hold back. The urge to throw her over my bike and bury myself inside her was almost too much to bear. But Nancy wasn’t like those other women. She was special. And special required more than just a quick fuck. Special required something just as special in return. My balls drew up and I thought I would blow my load right there as she sighed, her eyelids fluttering.

  The moon shone down and the warm night air wrapped around us, pressing us into our own bubble. Somewhere off in the distance a dog howled and a horn blared, but all I cared about in that moment was her.

  Nancy closed her eyes and let her head fall to the side, and it was more than I could take. I reached up and took her face in my hands before standing up to my full height and leaning down to kiss her.

  Our lips met, and the moment they did I knew I’d fucked up. Majorly.

  Fucked up so bad that nothing would be the same again.

  Fucked up so bad that it made all the fucked-up stuff in this fucked-up world pale in comparison to this major fuckup.

  Because the moment our lips met, the moment Nancy opened up to me, I knew there was no way I was ever letting go of this girl again.

  ~ 12 ~

  I wasn’t gentle as my hands found her hair and I pushed my tongue inside her mouth, taking it hard and fast. Lucky for me she kept up the pace, as hungry for me as I was for her. I continued to swivel my hips against her, the heat from her pussy driving me wild. She grunted against my mouth as I ran my cock up and down her clit and a rumble of satisfaction echoed from my chest.

  “I got you, Nance,” I said against her mouth.

  Her hands were on my back, moving up and down the soft leather of my cut. Fuckin’ loved that. I pulled my mouth from hers abruptly and we switched places as I set her next to my bike and pushed her back so she was leaning on it with her hands. My hands moved to her waist, unbuttoning her jeans and dragging them down her legs as quickly as fast as I fuckin’ could.

  Wanted to be in her. Fuck did I want to be in her! But what I needed was to taste her and feel her coming against my mouth first. I tore her panties off, the thin material tearing loudly, and she gasped. And then right there, at the side of the highway, I dropped to my knees and wrapped my lips around her sweet pussy.

  She barely had to time to think as I licked along her entrance, only pausing to push one of my thick fingers inside of her, spreading her wide and letting another one join in, and then I was sucking on her clit as she panted. Nancy’s hands flew to my head as she ground herself against my mouth and I lapped at her like she was an oasis in the middle of a desert, my tongue flicking over and over her as my fingers plunged inside of her tight pussy, strumming her as she grunted.

  “Fuckin’ knew it would be like this,” I murmured, catching her leg and pulling it up to my shoulder so I could reach in deeper.

  I slid a third finger inside of her, her juices running down my hand as I stretched her wider, getting her ready for my cock, and then her muscles suddenly tightened around my fingers and she screamed out my name as she came abruptly.

  “Sketch!” She ground against me, her hips bucking as I stood up and caught her mouth with mine again, our foreheads practically pressed against one another’s as her muscles trembled around my fingers and her knees trembled. I gave her a second to catch her breath as her body pulsed around me, and then I slid my fingers out and I kissed along her jaw, more than ready to be inside of her.

  She sagged against me, her chest rising and falling as she came back down to earth. When I looked back up into her face, she was staring at me with an intensity I couldn’t even begin to describe. I moved my hands to my own belt, unbuckling it, and her hands joined mine, pulling my zipper down and pushing my clothing out of the way so my hard cock could spring free. Her eyes went wide at the size of me and I grinned.

  “Sketch,” she said hesitantly.

  “It’s all right, Nance.” I kissed her again and she nodded. “Need to be in you,” I said matter-of-factly, and she nodded again, humming a yes to me.

  Her hand took my cock and guided it to her pussy and I groaned as she stroked up and down my shaft. I looked down, watching as my cock split her lips as I rubbed up and down her entrance a couple of times. She leaned back against my bike and my cock dipped just inside of her and then slipped back out as I let the moment build to when I could plunge right inside.

  Every time I did I felt her muscles contract around me and she sucked in a breath. I was so focused on watching the tip of my cock disappear inside of her that I didn’t notice that it wasn’t arousal that was making her breathe so deeply. But when I looked up into her face, wanting to look her in the eye when I entered her and felt her for the first time, I saw genuine fear on her face.

  I pulled back immediately, lowering her leg to the ground. I was more than ready to fuck her until she saw stars again, but not like this. Not with that look on her face. Something was wrong. Very fucking wrong.

  “Babe, what?” I put my hands on her waist, my cock still pulsing with need and unsatisfied desire.

  She shook her head and I scowled. I reached down between us and pulled up my boxers and jeans. Fucking hurt to put my dick back into my pants too—like physically painful—but when I watched the fear leave her eyes, her shoulders sagging a little, I knew I’d done the right thing. Didn’t mean I had to like it though. I reached down and pulled her tight jeans back up her thighs, my hand running the inside of her legs. Damn fucking shame to put this body away, but there was no way in hell I was fucking her like this.

  “Tell me,” I ordered, and this time when she shook her head I put my hands on her waist and roughly pulled her body to mine before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her mouth. “Not gonna ask you again, Nance. Now tell me what the deal is because we’re not going anywhere and we’re not doing anything until you do. I’m not a good man, so don’t make me behave like one.”

  Her hands found my waist, and when she tried to look away I gently pulled her face to mine again and held her gaze. She blinked back tears, her chin trembling.

  “It’s stupid, Sketch,” she said, pure misery in her voice.

  “Probably,” I agreed. “But I want to fuck every part of you and I can’t do that till I know why you looked like you were about to lose your nerve when my cock went anywhere near your pussy.”

  She let out a breathy laugh and looked away. “You have a way with words, you know that?”

  “I’m a fucking poet.” I grabbed the bottom of her chin gently and tipped her face up to me again. “Now tell me.”

  She nodded this
time and I waited, already hating whatever she was about to tell me before she’d even uttered a word.

  “It was a long time ago,” she said hesitantly.

  “Time’s inconsequential, babe.”

  “Yeah, I guess so.” Her gaze was far off and I waited patiently for her to continue. “He was my first boyfriend,” she said, like I knew who or what she was talking about. First things first, though: whoever she was talking about was going to ground just for being her first boyfriend. “The first boy I’d ever had sex with.”

  Yep, definitely going to shoot that motherfucker in the face once I knew his name.

  “It was serious between us, or at least I thought it was, but he’d just been using me. I was trailer trash and good for nothing but sex, he told me afterwards.”

  “Gimme a name,” I gritted out, already thinking about the gun in my saddlebag.

  This motherfucker was going down. Tonight.

  She let out a small laugh. “I didn’t even care at that point. It didn’t matter what he said—not really.”

  I frowned hard. “What the fuck are you saying? Of course it matters. It mattered then and it matters now. He can’t fucking get away with speaking to my woman like that, Nancy.”

  We both realized what I’d said at the same time, and I froze as she tipped her head to one side, blushing. Fuck. Hadn’t meant to say that, but now that it was out there, there was no denying it. I wanted Nancy like I’d never wanted any other woman before. I didn’t want her for one night. Or for one fuck. I wanted her forever.

  “I’m not your woman, Sketch,” she said.

  I laughed darkly. “For an intelligent woman, you say some dumb shit.”

  She opened her mouth and then snapped it shut. I couldn’t decide whether she was pissed off at me or not.

  “You’ve been mine since I first saw you. I just didn’t know what the feeling was yet. This might not work, but I’ve never wanted to try something so much in all my life.”

  She looked me in the eye, fire in her eyes, and my cock pulsed again. She didn’t say anything, but her implication was in that stare. Didn’t matter. She didn’t really have a say in this shit anymore.

  “Keep looking at me like that and I might not be able to stop myself,” I said, my fingers kneading her waist. “You’re with me now, Nance. That’s just the way it is, so get it in your head. Because as much as I like angry sex, I want our first time to not be after a fight.”

  She tried to pull away, but I held her tight.

  “Sketch,” she said, sounding frustrated.

  “Just tell me the rest of the story so I can go kill who needs to be killed and we can go home and fuck.”

  She stopped fighting me, confusion and resolve on her face.

  “Well? What happened after the douchebag made the biggest mistake of his life?”

  Biggest mistake for two reasons. One, because I was going to kill him for ever hurting her. And two, because he let this fine woman go in the first place. He’s probably married to some pain Jane housewife type now too, coming in his hand at the thought of the untamed pussy he let go. What a fucking idiot.

  It was not a mistake I would make.

  Nancy held my stare and I felt my heart burning in my chest, ready to fucking explode out of it. There was so much rawness in her eyes. So much I hadn’t ever seen before. It fucking cut me like a knife to the stomach.

  “What happened?”

  I didn’t want to know.

  I didn’t want to hear anything else she had to say, because there would be no taking it back once she’d said it. Once the words left her mouth. I already had a bad feeling, an idea of what she was about to say before the words left her lips, and yet it still filled me with fury when she uttered them.

  But I had to know.

  “It was his prom. He was older than me, and I was lucky to be going to it. Afterwards, we went to a party at his house. Everyone was drinking, and despite me being trailer trash—”

  “Don’t call yourself that!” I interrupted, and she rolled her eyes.

  “Despite that fact, I hadn’t gotten drunk before. It was late, and we were making out in his bedroom. I knew what he wanted to do, and I wanted to do it too. He’d been asking me for weeks, and each time I’d said no. But it felt right, you know?”

  My chest rumbled as she looked up at me, a sad smile playing at her lips as she saw my jealousy.

  “We had sex, and it wasn’t great, but”—she shrugged—“it wasn’t awful either. He said it would get better now that I’d done it once, and I thought he meant when we did it again the next day or whatever.” Nancy shook her head and looked away, shame covering her.

  “Nancy?” Her name was a whisper, rage fueling my blood at the thought of another man fucking her, but the thought of what might come next was what was making me feel sick.

  “He said he was going to get us a drink and to wait there for him, that maybe we’d do it again when he got back. I didn’t really want to. I was sore, but I said okay. I was in his bed, waiting for him to come back, when three of his friends came in. I wasn’t frightened at first—I had met them once before—but then they came over to me and pulled the covers away.” She bit her lip and I pulled her against my chest.

  “It’s all right, I get it,” I muttered against her hair, kissing it.

  Her body was tense against me as I thought of all the ways I was going to kill these little high school fuckers. Only they weren’t in high school anymore. Now they would be grown men and fair game for the pain I was about to inflict upon them.

  “It’s not okay, Sketch. I know that now. After that night, everyone knew I’d had sex with all those boys. They told everyone it was my choice and I was ridiculed and bullied. After weeks of seeing them walking around school and everyone shunning me, I couldn’t take it anymore. So I got as much money together as I could and I left Miles City without a word. I was so ashamed. I felt like it was my fault that it happened. I was there, in his bed naked.”

  “It wasn’t your fault,” I managed to grind out.

  “But it was, Sketch. I never actually said no to them.”

  “That don’t mean shit. They knew what they were doing was wrong.”

  She shook her head, and goddammit I wanted to hit that beautiful face of hers in the hopes of knocking some damn sense into her.

  “You were scared,” I insisted. “And they took advantage of that fact. A woman don’t have to say no for it to mean no. That’s just what pussy boys say to get what they want. But a real man knows the difference, and a real man would never need to do that to a woman.”

  She nodded. “I was scared, but I knew it was wrong, Sketch, and I still did nothing to stop them. I just froze.”

  I didn’t know what to say, and perhaps what I said next was the wrong thing, but I don’t regret saying it because if I regret saying it then maybe what happened next wouldn’t have happened.

  “So why didn’t you stop it?” I scowled.

  Nancy wasn’t the sort of woman to just roll over and accept shit. She came out fighting, kicking and scratching. She was wild and reckless, and had bigger balls than most men. Scared or not, why the fuck hadn’t she said something to stop it?

  She looked up at my beseechingly. “I thought he’d stop it.”

  It took me a moment to process it, but then the full implication of what she meant hit home like a sucker punch to the stomach.

  “What the fuck do you mean, Nance’?” I growled, hoping I was wrong. Because what he’d done was so fucked up and wrong I couldn’t imagine it getting any worse. But it did. So much worse.

  She tried to look away, but I held her chin and made her look at me. “What do you mean, you thought he’d stop it?”

  Tears tumbled from her eyes. “He stood in the doorway and he watched them rape me. I thought he’d stop them, but by the second friend, I knew he didn’t care, that he wasn’t going to stop anything, because it had all been part of the plan. He’d used me—he’d set me up. I was trailer t
rash, but I thought I was better than that, and now he was showing me exactly who and what I was and making sure that lesson was strong enough to last me a lifetime.”

  ~ 13 ~

  Silence fell between us like lead. My muscles ached, throbbing with the need to break something and destroy these men that had broken her in the most brutal way possible.

  I would kill them.

  Every last motherfucking one of them.

  And I’d make it slow and painful.

  “I need names,” I gritted out, seeing red.

  It wasn’t the cool night air around us now, it was an inferno, a volcanic eruption of anger and hatred for the pieces of shit that had done this to her or any woman. I was on fire with my hatred and anger

  “No,” she said, quietly, like I was going to just accept that.

  I snorted out a dark laugh. Woman had another thing coming if she thought I was the sort of man to just accept that.

  My name was Sketch and I was a member of the Devil’s Highwaymen. A lawless nomad who lived without rules and didn’t accept anything I didn’t want to. And there was no way in hell that I would accept this from her.

  Not today.

  Not tomorrow.

  Not ever.

  “I’ll ask you one more time, Nancy. Gimme the names.” I glared at her and she shuddered under the force of it. The taste of her was still on my lips, and while once delicious, it was now bitter tasting as anger burned in my gut.

  She shook her head and pushed against my chest. “It doesn’t matter now. It was a long time ago and I’m over it.” She pushed at me again and I stepped away, letting her get some space. “I’ve moved on and they can’t hurt me anymore.”

  “They still are!” I roared. “They’re still fucking hurting you. They’re still in your head and in your body and they’ll never be gone, not unless you let me make them gone. I’ll send them somewhere they’ll never come back from!”