by Winters, KB
“Yes! More!”
“More? You want more?”
I nodded and he let out a dark, sexy laugh.
“What do you want, this?” He wrapped my hair around his fist and tugged until my head rested on his shoulder and he could kiss me how he wanted, teasing and with lots of tongue.
“Fuck, the way you clench around me. I love a greedy little cunt,” he said on a laugh and slid in and out of me, achingly slow.
At his words my pussy clenched again, flooded between us. “Happy?”
“Fucking thrilled.”
Me too. I closed my eyes and savored the way he filled me up, knowing that no matter how hard it was, I had to walk away from this dick. It was too dangerous and for a woman in my position, that was a risk I couldn’t take. So I enjoyed the moment for what it was, really fucking hot. He smacked my ass again and again, my pussy drenched.
“Dirty girl,” he growled and nipped my ear, laughing when I pushed back against him. “Feisty too.” He pulled my hair again and wrapped his other hand around my throat.
“Say when,” he whispered and held me just tight enough to be scary and hot as his thick cock pumped into me.
I closed my eyes and let the sensation of falling take over as breathing became harder. I wasn’t sure if it was another orgasm or the limited air and the worst part was, I didn’t care. All I cared about was the pleasure that was just out of reach as his thrusts became more frantic. Fevered. “Yes!” I screamed into the night air.
With a growl, he slid deeper and deeper, holding me close and tight as pleasure worked its way to the surface.
“That’s not when,” he said with a playful lilt in his voice that was overshadowed by the frenzied way his hips began to move.
It was a challenge, and he wouldn’t give in until I said those words, or more accurately he would force them out of me. I couldn’t move and I couldn’t hold onto anything, just take all the pleasure he heaped on me, more than I could stand until the word was yanked from my lips on a violent, convulsing orgasm. “When!”
His hips jerked, and I felt his pleasure hit my insides at the same moment his hand tightened around my throat until the very second things went black. When he released me, the lingering orgasm hit me more powerful than ever as he rode out his own pleasure.
“Oh, fuck woman!”
I smiled at those words. Men were brutally honest in the moments right after sex and this time, I appreciated his sentiment.
“Mission accomplished, cowboy?”
He laughed, and it took a moment for him to stand and disengage our slick, sweaty bodies even though the night air had chilled since I went inside the bar earlier.
“Mission?” he said, obviously confused.
“You found a woman and you pleased her. You pleased the fuck outta her. Seriously.”
That smile was deadly. It was sweet and charming, and I was half-tempted to give him my panties just because.
“Glad to hear it.”
I stepped in close and wrapped my arms around this big sexy beast of a man, pressing my lips to his because I needed another taste of the man who reminded me what I was missing out on. His hands went straight to my ass, squeezing the cheeks and letting the tip of one finger graze my opening.
“Thanks.”
“My pleasure. Truly.”
His smile was the last thing I saw before I turned and made my way back to my bike on shaky legs. I needed a minute, maybe five, but eventually my head was clear enough and my legs were steady enough to get me home.
Where I dreamed about the long-haired biker all night, reliving every moment with my clit-sucking G-spot vibrator.
Chapter Five
Slayer
Holy. Fucking. Shit. Did that really just happen? The cool air against my cock said yes, the hottest chick on two legs had just given me a dirty orgasm behind the goddamn Rusty Hinges. She was one hot and feisty bitch, and best of all, she knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it.
I really appreciated that in a woman.
I appreciated it even more that she liked to fuck the same way I did, hard and fast with reckless abandon that left me with my dick out in a back alley. That thought put the smile right back on my face as I tucked my still wet cock back in my pants and fastened them before anyone else came out here and got the wrong idea.
Footsteps sounded behind me just as I got my zipper up but I turned too late to identify the fucking dead man who’d just sucker punched me.
“What the fuck?”
The asshole got me right in the nose, but luckily my shit was too tough to break. I got on my feet and took a fighting stance until my vision un-blurred.
“Stay away from her!”
Her? Who the fuck is her? Before I could ask the question, the douche hit me again, square on the jaw, and my legs wobbled, not because his hit had any real power, but because that fucking orgasm had left them weak.
“What,” I muttered as I pushed that fucker against the wall because I refused to go down. “The fuck?”
“I said stay the fuck away from her!” The dude was fucking insane, he had that crazed crackhead look in his eyes, and he practically vibrated with nervous energy. Couldn’t weigh more than a buck fifty. Had to be high on something.
“Who the fuck is her? And if you don’t answer me, the next time you hit me, I’m fucking you up.”
The dude snorted but my words gave him pause. I let him go with a shove. He ranked a hand through thick curls and blew out a breath.
“Chance. Stay the fuck away from Chance or you’ll regret it, motherfucker!” He gave me one last, disgusted, look and walked away.
I shrugged and rubbed my jaw. It wasn’t the first time a pissed off ex, or current lover, got mad that I had a taste of what he mistakenly thought was his. Didn’t matter, unless that piece of shit thought he could sucker punch me again, chances were good I’d never see that stacked brunette again.
So Chance was her name? I was pretty sure it was after that shitshow, but I definitely wouldn’t be seeing her again if these were the types of games she played. I didn’t mind a good hard fuck, and if it was casual that was even better, but I didn’t involve myself in unnecessary drama. I couldn’t afford to when the MC got in plenty of trouble without my help. And it seemed that sexy bitch was up to her pretty brown eyes in trouble.
Thanks, but no thanks.
I made my way to my bike with a smile on my face, thinking about those big teardrop tits and the way they bounced when my cock slid deep in her tight cunt, and holy fuck it was tight. That was why I wasn’t worried about the limp dick blond. If he fucked her recently, he wasn’t getting the job done, and if he hadn’t, well he’d probably never get another sniff of those sexy panties she wore. Neither would I, but I wasn’t looking for anything more than what I’d gotten tonight.
That didn’t mean I wouldn’t take another dip inside that sweet pussy if given a chance, but I wouldn’t go out looking for it. Or for her. Chasing a woman, especially one I’d already had wasn’t my jam, so I slotted her into my leggy bad girl fantasy spank bank and enjoyed the sound of my bike roaring to life.
It was a short drive back to Opey this time of night, or morning, I didn’t even know what time it was, and I took my time, weaving through the streets of the idyllic-looking small town. This was exactly the kind of place I’d dreamed of living in when I was a kid, with big houses and wraparound porches, spacious backyards and grass that needed mowing each week. I dreamed of paper routes and summer jobs until I realized that would never be my reality.
Then I smiled, because somehow, after a lifetime of chaos and violence and war, I’d finally gotten the small-town life I wanted. And it was more often than not, boring as a motherfucker.
Nights like tonight didn’t come around often, and hell, I’d be a true asshole to wish for more MC drama considering how many people had died or were injured, myself included. It was all in the name of protecting the Reckless Bastards and the people who mattered to them
, so it was a small price to pay to live in a world where I could thrive.
My turn signal indicated a left but about two blocks back I noticed that I’d picked up a tail somewhere in town. A dark-colored sedan that looked to be from the nineties, maybe early two thousands, followed me about a block back. Lights off, which only made him more suspicious. I went right and sure as shit, the dark sedan followed. I didn’t want to wake up all of Opey since it had to be past midnight. Most of the town was already tucked in bed, so I took the main road that led to the ranch, meandering around the various dirt and service roads until I could get behind him.
Just before I reached the strip of land that ended the Opey town limit and started Oakley, I found my spot. A dark blue Chevy Lumina, definitely late nineties model and not from Texas. I pulled up beside him since ours were the only two vehicles on the road and motioned for him to roll down the window.
He did, the idiot.
“Do we have a fuckin’ problem?” I didn’t recognize the dude as belonging to any organization we did business with, or any who might have a beef with the Reckless Bastards. Hell, I didn’t recognize him at all. He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes, no noticeable tattoos. Or patches.
But the fucker did have a staring problem, boring a hole into me instead of answering my damn question.
“I don’t know you,” he said over the noise of my bike.
“Pull over, we’ll get to know each other real well,” I told him with a wide smile.
“No need. You’re not who I was looking for.” But the quick look down at my vest said he knew who I was or at least who the Reckless Bastards were, and that meant he was looking for a brother.
“Who are you looking for?”
“Not you,” he growled and sped up.
“I don’t think so motherfucker!” I flipped my windscreen down and hit the gas, following the fucker until I caught up with him and cut him off, almost. He was good behind the wheel, too good, and managed to avoid spinning out but not passing me.
He straightened the car and hit the gas, but my bike was easier to maneuver than his twenty-year-old car. I managed to stay ahead of him, just enough to piss him off. Good. I was suddenly in the mood to cause some trouble, and this fucker was looking for trouble.
It was a perfect match.
The idiot laid on his horn, and I risked a look back to see that he had slowed down. I did the same, keeping a healthy distance between us.
Finally, we came to a turnout and he pulled off the round, I slowed down and pulled my bike close to his car. I got off my bike, hit the kickstand and waited to see his next move.
He got out of his car and leaned on one of the big ass fenders. I shrugged, waiting for him to say, or do, something.
“Well?” I said to break the tension.
“I said I ain’t lookin’ for you,” and I detected a hint of an accent, but I couldn’t figure out from where.
“Tell me who you’re lookin’ for and we can end this.”
“Can’t do that. It’s personal.”
That shit didn’t make sense. “The who is personal, too?”
He nodded and folded his arms, leaning against the front of the car with his long legs crossed at the ankles. “Yep.”
“Then we got a problem. Give me a name and we’ll go our separate ways.”
The man pulled a gun, long and nickel plated, and waved it like that shit was supposed to scare me. “Or I can just go about my business the way I planned.”
It was funny because he thought it would work. It wouldn’t. I showed off a gun of my own, two of them in fact, and aimed one at him. “You could.”
He calculated his odds and figured out the same math I already had. His six shooter didn’t have shit on me and given his age, at least twenty years older than me, my aim was probably a hell of a lot more accurate. “I ain’t lookin’ for trouble.”
“I believe ya, just tell me what you are lookin’ for?”
His shoulders fell. “My kid.”
That was exactly the kind of personal shit I wanted no part of. I made sure I didn’t create any babies I couldn’t account for, which only made me think of taking that brunette raw behind the alley. A fuckup on my part. “If you’re looking for a kid, why are you out following me this time of night?”
“Thought you might lead me to her.”
“No fucking shit.” The question was why he thought that and all the reasons that came to mind were un-fucking-palatable. “Got anything else to say?”
The dude shook his head, and we stood there, staring at each other, both of us trying to figure out what the fuck to do next. “Nope.”
“Then the way out of town his that way. I suggest you take it and don’t look back.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I’d be surprised if you live long enough to regret it.” I was done talking to this asshole. I’d kick his ass happily right now, but he refused to talk, which meant he had to get the fuck outta town.
With nothing but a nod he got in his car, and started the engine. I followed him as he drove past the Thanks for visiting Opey sign. He kept driving at the Welcome to Oakley sign, and I watched until his taillights disappeared.
Two chance encounters.
What a weird fucking night.
Chapter Six
Ella Mae
The sting of the hot water on my flesh was nice and relaxing, not to mention how well it soothed my aching muscles. That long-haired hottie with the beard was exactly what my mind and my body needed tonight. I hadn’t been fucked in a long time, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been fucked that good, which meant I should be operating at maximum capacity for the next few weeks.
That was exactly what I needed to get back on track. Hell what the Lords needed because shit kept coming at us. If it wasn’t one thing it was another, and as second in command I needed to make sure my head was screwed on straight to make sure we met each obstacle with brute force and came out on top. It was the only acceptable option. The only way forward.
I stepped from the shower, enjoying the hot steam swirling around me and the way it made everything a little hazy. Hazy was how I felt now, post-orgasm, like everything was the same as before but now it had a little extra glow. An extra haze. I slipped on a robe and stepped out of the bathroom inside my small two-bedroom bungalow. I needed my own space just like the other Lords, and this place was all mine. Decorated in black, white and yellow, it was my personal space and no one got in without an invite.
Almost no one. I was in the kitchen grabbing a beer to help me unwind before bed when I heard a noise in the living room. On instinct, I reached for a knife and thought better of it, reaching instead for the backup piece I kept stored under a small sauce pan. With slow, steady steps I made my way toward the living room, my piece leading the way.
I recognized the familiar head of blond hair immediately, but still, I didn’t lower my gun. “What the fuck, Leon?”
His gaze landed on mine and slid lower, taking in what he could see of my cleavage and legs in the floor length robe. It was impossible to miss the heat and the hunger in his green eyes, but it no longer did anything for me. Well that wasn’t true, it had the power to piss me off.
“You look good, Ella. Really good.” He licked his lips and reached for his cock, tugging on it like that shit was somehow sexy.
“I know. What the fuck are you doing in my house Leon?”
He smiled and stood. “This used to be our house.”
“No. You used to stay here, but this place was never yours and it still isn’t.” I held a hand out for the key I’d only suspected he had until this moment.
“Come on, Ella. What more do you want from me?”
“Shit, that’s what I want Leon. I don’t want one fucking thing from you other than for you to leave me alone.” And since that didn’t look like it was gonna happen any time soon, I was at a loss.
“I can’t do that. I love you. We belong together.” Yeah, he was becoming certi
fiable with those wide, glassy eyes and newfound perma-twitch.
“No, we don’t.”
“Yeah? Then why’d I fuck up that asshole tonight?” He growled in anger.
I frowned and crossed my arms. “What asshole?” If he caused shit at the Rusty Hinges, Curt would lose his shit, and I’d be the one to take it. All of it.
“That dirty fucking biker from the bar, the one who took advantage of you!” One hand slid through his hair and scraped down his face, hard and rough. “I can’t stand the thought of his fucking hands on you like that, and I took care of it. I wouldn’t have done that if I didn’t love you. If we weren’t meant to be, baby.”
Baby! I hated when he called me that shit. “He didn’t do anything to me that I didn’t ask for, Leon. Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I had to defend your honor!”
“My honor? Fuck you! I wanted it! I asked him to fuck me, begged him for it.” That was the truth of it, whether or not he could handle it was another matter.
Leon shook his head, trying to block out my words by hitting the side of his head. “No! You would never cheat on me. You love me!”
At one time, I did. “That was a long time ago, Leon.”
“You could love me again.”
I shook my head, sad and angry. “I tried and tried. You made it impossible, and now I’m over you, Leon. You need to move on before things get ugly.” Uglier, in fact since the guy who fucked me so good also happened to be a member of the Opey, TX chapter of the Reckless Bastards, an MC with ties to Las Vegas. Saw the patches on his kutte. If he made the connection between me and Leon and the Lords of Buckthorn, it could get ugly as shit.
“It’s already ugly. You chose Curt over me,” he whined.
“Bullshit. You made the wrong choice and you’re pissed I didn’t blow up my life with you. And once again, you’ve fucked shit up because you only ever think of yourself, Leon. Fuck!”