by Winters, KB
He was relentless and just a little bit crazy, but Leon wasn’t a danger to anyone but himself. And that’s what made it easy to start my bike and ride away, leaving him with nothing more than a big ass cloud of dust to hang on to, because that was all I’d ever give him.
Between the headache that was Leon and all the shit the MC had to deal with lately, I hadn’t even had a proper orgasm in a good few months. The rest of the guys, at least, had the Ladies of Buckthorn to choose from when they needed a therapeutic fuck session to keep from going crazy. When I needed a good hard plow, I had to go out and find it.
And that’s exactly what I planned to do tonight.
Get drunk and get fucked. If that failed, hopefully, I’d get to kick some ass.
Chapter Three
Slayer
“You sure you don’t wanna hang?” Cruz looked up at me with those creepy ass blue eyes of his, an amused smirk on his face as he asked the question.
“Yeah,” I snorted. “I’m sure.”
I loved my brothers, even most of their women were cool too, but there was no fucking way in hell I was spending a free night with them. “I’ll pass on the board game but you have fun on my behalf.”
Cruz shook his head and ran a hand through his dirty blond hair, that damn smirk still on his face.
“Where you headed off to tonight, just in case you need a ride. Or bail.”
“One goddamn time and you won’t stop bringing it up.” In all fairness, I wouldn’t either if I was in his shoes, but I didn’t need to be reminded of that particular night right now. “I don’t know, probably heading to someplace not in Opey.”
“Sick of the busybodies all up in your business?”
The old ladies in Opey were more than a handful and for some reason they loved me. “Nope, just in the mood for something new tonight.” Something other than women looking to get off with a cowboy or a biker, and definitely not someone I’m likely to run into when I go into town for a beer. Or groceries.
“Have fun. Be safe.”
“And don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” Hennessy said as she came up behind Cruz and wrapped her arms around him. “Or anything he wouldn’t.”
I cocked an eyebrow at his little redheaded wife who had enough attitude for twenty women. “Lately? That means the world is my oyster.”
“Yeah? You wanna hear about this thing Cruz does with his tongue? He sticks it—”
“I stopped listening after ‘yeah’,” I told her and she laughed.
“Good luck tonight, Slayer. Be safe.”
“Thanks. You too.” I took my time walking away from the main house, inhaling the sweet scent of flowers blooming in the air. I kind of hated that I knew shit like that but living in Texas and working the land made folks appreciate the simple beauty of nature.
The ride out of Opey was empty even though it was only ten o’clock. Most of the people in the area kept farmer’s hours except for all the ranch hands who kept all the bars in the area in business.
Tonight I made my way out to Rusty Hinges, a dirt road bar on a tiny half-mile strip of land that was neither Opey nor Oakley. A small strip of lawless land, perfect to find a hot piece for the night. Inside, the place was already rowdy and the music had switched from good ol’ boy country to rock. In another hour the jukebox would start playing heavy metal and the fights would start.
I hoped to be wrapped around a woman with long legs well before then.
I walked up to the bar and said, “A beer. Something dark and on tap,” to the bartender, a cute little blonde with a righteous set of tits.
A pearl snap shirt held them snugly in place and her blue jeans made her ass look like a question mark from the right angle.
“Coming right up. Tab?” she asked.
“Nah, I’ll pay as I go. Add a double shot of Patron to that, too, will ya? Thanks.”
She headed to the end of the bar to get my drinks, and I turned to scan the packed crowd, looking to see if there was anyone here worth making an effort for. So far it was the same old crowd of women with big hair, pink lips and that sexy cowgirl chic look that I’d seen a thousand times. Fucked a hundred times. And grew bored of at least thirty fucks ago.
That’s when I saw her, looking like a sexy badass in a leather jacket. Not one of those bullshit pleather jackets meant for fashion, this shit had a heavy-duty zipper and enough pockets to carry what you needed for a smooth, clean getaway.
She had dark brown hair that had strands of blonde that gleamed when she moved under the different lights. Her hair hung down her back and brushed against her tits in the front, a feature that stole all of my attention as she made her way to the bar.
Beneath the jacket she wore a small leather handkerchief that showed off a slim waist and hips perfect for grabbing on to. She came to a stop at the empty spot next to me at the bar, smelling like leather and vanilla, the scent of coconuts and cigarettes wafting from her hair, and when her gaze swung to mine, those brown eyes softened the edges of her high cheekbones and sharp jawline.
“Like what you see cowboy?”
I arched a brow and leaned in to her. “If I look like a cowboy to you then you need those pretty little eyes checked.”
Heat sparked in her eyes, but a moment later she barked out a laugh and shook her head. “No thanks. Next!”
Oh, she was feisty too. Nothing got my cock harder than a hot bitch who was feisty to boot.
The bartender returned with my drinks, and I pulled out my wallet. Without looking up from digging out a Franklin to pay my tab, I said, “Looking for a little boy you can control? I get that.”
I shrugged and tossed back the shot of Patron, slamming the glass on the bar hard. I grabbed my beer and took a swig, looking out at the crowd for my second-round pick.
“Have a good night.” I gave her a polite tip of my non-existent Stetson and walked around the makeshift dance floor where a few drunk souls tried to line dance to the rock blaring from the jukebox speakers.
I made a circle around the bar in search of another woman who caught my eye, one like that sexy ass brunette with the shitty attitude. She was hot and just my type, tall and curvy and knew she looked best in leather and denim, plus that sass. But I didn’t beg, and I sure as hell didn’t do high maintenance. Despite her bad girl outer shell, she was definitely high maintenance.
Too bad for her.
I drank my beer and watched the women who danced together, gyrating against one another in an attempt to draw more male attention. I was beyond that, not beyond threesomes, just women who needed to advertise it. They were hot enough, but there wasn’t one twitch behind my zipper. Unfortunately.
I refused to get hung up on any woman so I stood taller and looked around, smoothing out the frown on my face so I didn’t scare off any of my potential fuck buddies.
“You think you got me all figured out, don’t you? Well I know ten guys like you, and they all think they’re some kind of genius.”
I buried my smiling face in my beer as the hot brunette stood beside me, stewing between sips of her beer.
“I don’t even know you, how could I have you figured out?” I wanted to figure her out, at least for the night.
“Oh please. You baited me and you know it. Guess you prefer a little boy you can control,” she mocked the deep timber of my voice. “It worked so don’t go acting coy now.”
I turned to her and took a step closer, appreciating the way her gaze lit with heat. Arousal. “Why’d you blow me off back there?”
“Hurt your ego?” The way those red lips curved woke my cock up as my mind conjured up images of that red lipstick ring where it belonged, around my cock.
“Fuck no. I saw the heat in your eyes, sweetheart. You want me. I just want to know what kind of games you’re into before I decide if I wanna play.”
The short denim skirt she wore made my fingers twitch to touch that soft skin of her inner thigh, to slide up higher to see if she was as wet as I thought she was.
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�I don’t play games.”
“Then spill it, sugar.”
She rolled her eyes and took a long, fortifying sip from her brown bottle. “You seem like trouble.”
“You like trouble.” The flare of heat in her gaze and the quickening of her pulse said I was right.
“I shouldn’t.”
“But you do, and I’m exactly the trouble you need tonight. I promise.” This chick was hot as fuck and she gave good flirt. I was already sold.
“That’s a bold promise when you don’t know what I need.” She finished off her beer and set the bottle on a table behind us.
“You look like you need a good, long, hard…ride.”
Her breath hitched at the last word and then she let out a laugh that was sexy and husky, exactly what I hoped she sounded like when she came all over my cock. “Thought you weren’t a cowboy?”
“Did I say that?” My adrenaline was pumping, the way it did when shit just clicked with a chick and the chub in my pants was ready to act as soon as she gave the greenlight.
“You did. Was that a lie?”
“I never lie to a pretty girl.”
She arched a brow and put one hand on her hip, giving me a closer look at that leather handkerchief and the side boob I caught a quick glimpse of which made my mouth water.
“Do I look like a girl to you?”
“You look like all woman to me, which works out perfectly.”
“Yeah?” She took a step closer and put her hands on my shoulders before she leaned in and whispered, “Why?”
I tossed my empty glass on the closest flat surface I could find and rested my hands on her hips even though they itched to crawl down to the curve of her ass. “Because I came out looking for a woman to please tonight. You her?”
Heat flared in her eyes, and I licked my lips when she nodded. “I am. Fuck yes, I am.” Then her mouth was on mine, and I held her close and savored the taste of those plump lips, the feel of her ass in my hands.
Shit, this was a hell of a turn around, and I was excited as fuck, but I was also a skeptic. Though it felt good right now, it felt easy. Too easy. I pulled back and stared at her, trying to see if she had an angle or if she was the elusive mermaid, out looking for nothing but a good time. “You sure?”
She nodded and grabbed my hand. “Let’s get the fuck outta here.”
I wanted to question it but the sight of her ass and her legs in that itty bitty blue jean skirt made me want to find out what was underneath, and right now? My cock was in charge.
Chapter Four
Ella Mae
Okay so maybe I was a little drunker than I should have been, considering I was out on the town without any of my MC. Without any protection other than the blade inside my boot and the nine mil in my jacket. But holy shit, this dude was hot as fuck, and he knew exactly what to say to get me hot and wet and excited.
It hadn’t happened in so long that it was cause enough to celebrate, but this tall drink of hot Jason Momoa-ness, hell he was like popping my cherry with a porn star. Long hair, muscles, a beard, tattoo and a smile that made my nipples hard, he was exactly what I needed to unclog the dam.
“Try to keep up cowboy.”
Yep, I was just drunk enough to know this wasn’t the smartest move, but sober enough to know that if I didn’t listen to my body right here, right now, there was a good chance I’d die of chastity.
A low growl sounded behind me, and before I could turn around to see what kind of monster I was about to seduce, my feet were airborne and his big body pressed against the back of mine as he carried me down a dark hall to the bathrooms. I might be tipsy, but there was no fucking way in hell I’d be fucking in the bathroom at Rusty Hinges.
Thankfully, the sexy bearded biker set me on my feet and pressed my body between his and the emergency exit before he went about setting my flesh on fire with a series of kisses from one shoulder to the next, producing shiver after shiver. His deep chuckle was like a chain attached to my tits and my pussy, tugging every string until I was so turned on, I vibrated.
“I’ll keep up, I just hope you can.” To punctuate his point, the biker’s big hand slid down the front of my body until it hit my thigh and reversed course under my skirt. He slid my panties to the side and rubbed one thick finger along the seam of my pussy. “Already soaking wet.”
Fuck me, I loved a dirty talker and this dude was good. “What are you gonna do about…it.” The last word came out on a moan as one thick finger invaded my poorly neglected pussy. “Thick fingers.”
“Thicker cock,” he assured me and nipped my ear. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Did I get your sweet cunt this wet?”
Before I could answer, he was working me over, one long thick finger sliding in and out of my pussy until it pulsed and clenched around him as I felt myself barreling toward my first orgasm. I grabbed his wrist and began to grin against him.
“Yes,” I bit out when he added another finger.
“Yeah, that’s what you need. A big fat cock to satisfy this tight little cunt, and fuck is she tight.” His thumb hit my clit and rubbed the world’s fastest circles that sent me off like a batch of defective Fourth of July fireworks.
“Let go, babe. I can feel your pussy juices drip down my hand.”
I arched into him, feeling the length of his cock through his jeans and when he pushed against me, a loud buzzing sounded that kind of killed the moment.
“Fuck,” he growled, two fingers still buried deep in my pussy as he wrapped the other arm around my waist and carried me outside, kicking the door shut and killing that God-awful noise.
“That’s better. Now where were we,” he asked in a deep voice that reminded me that his fingers were still deep inside of me. “Oh yeah, right…here.” He pinched my clit and I jerked my way through a powerful aftershock.
“You’re beautiful when you come,” he said, laughing.
“Thanks,” I said, resisting the urge to roll my eyes because he seemed genuine. And the orgasm. My hands went to his waistband, but he stilled them.
“I got it.”
Even better. I shrugged and leaned against the brick wall, not giving one fuck that we were about to get it on in an alley behind a roadside bar in the Texas sticks. He was hot and I was so turned on I could feel it dripping down my thighs. And that gave me an idea.
“Get it then,” I told him and slid one hand between my thighs, feeling how wet and sticky I was with a groan.
“Cock hungry?”
I nodded and watched, touching myself while he unfasted his belt, his button and finally the zipper of his jeans before he shoved them down his thighs.
“Cock starved,” I moaned when I saw he had a lot of cock to give me.
“Then let me fill you up.” He walked to me, and as soon as he was close enough, I wrapped a hand around him, coating his long hard cock in my juices. “Oh fuck,” he wailed to the stars.
“No point lettin’ it go to waste, right?”
“Exactly,” he growled and picked me up by the waist like I wasn’t five-foot-eight and sturdy. It was nice as hell and maybe my pussy got a little wetter. Maybe.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned as he impaled me on his cock, my tight cunt screaming at the sensation of being filled so completely, if too goddamn slowly.
“Don’t tease,” I growled, and he laughed.
“You’re tight as fuck, babe. Don’t want to hurt ya.”
Yeah, yeah, he was a nice fucking guy. “I’ll tell you when I can’t take it, cowboy.”
Thankfully, he took me at my word and used his chest for leverage, pressing me against the wall so he could pump his cock into me at a better, faster, deeper angle.
“Fuck,” he growled when my body was finally used to how long and how thick he was, because that was when it got good. Really fucking good.
He filled me up deliciously, fucking me hard and fast, pounding into me like he hadn’t been inside a pussy in a decade.
“Harder,” I demanded and grabbed a handful of
his hair.
The biker growled and bit down on my nipple, using the fabric of my shirt to create even more friction. He pulled hard, letting his teeth sink into the delicate flesh until my eyes began to water and only then did he release me.
“Fucking clothes,” he mumbled to himself and yanked the shirt until the straps gave, and I stuck out my chest and bared my tits to him.
“Gorgeous,” he growled and tasted my nipples like they were some exotic delicacy, licking and sucking and biting while his long cock pounded into me over and over. Faster and deeper he moved, like a man on a mission.
The mission was working. I felt a rush of fire through my veins before the second orgasm hit, surprising even me since I rarely came more than once in a night.
“Oh shit!” I cried as my body shook and vibrated, the surprise of it leaving me vulnerable. At the man’s mercy. “Fuck!”
He flashed a brilliant grin at me and lowered me until my feet hit the pavement. “As great as those tits are, I need to get my hands on this ass.” He turned me around and lifted my skirt, smacking my bare ass cheeks three or four times each.
“Yes,” I moaned and pressed my face against the cool brick. It was probably dirty as fuck but between the alcohol and this man’s cock, I didn’t care about anything but my next fucking orgasm.
“You like that? Good because this ass has a perfect jiggle.” The words were barely understandable as he gave a final smack before spreading one cheek and sliding in from the back. “Oh fuck me. What a tight wet pussy you have, my pretty.”
That teased a laugh out of me, and when I tossed my head back, he took advantage, grabbing my tits with both hands and taking my mouth with his as he plowed into my pussy from the back. He fucked me hard and fast, growling into my mouth like he just couldn’t get enough.
Hell, I couldn’t get enough, and I was glad I didn’t know this guy’s name. This wasn’t a random hard fuck; this was the kind of sex that left a girl dickmatized and chasing after the wrong man. But, oh, fuck, the things I could see myself doing for another ride on this cock were…terrifying.