by Winters, KB
His laughter vibrated against my pussy, which sent another dart of need sliding through my veins.
“Such a juicy pussy,” he growled and smiled up at me, mouth and chin slick with my juices. He looked so fucking hot, so delicious, I couldn’t help but lean in for a taste.
“Freak,” he laughed and stood, turning me to face the wall. “Been dreaming about fucking you like this all day.”
“Only today?” I smiled over my shoulder, eyes closed as he spread my ass cheeks apart, massaging my pussy from behind.
“Days are long,” he said simply and dipped one long finger deep inside, pulling out a long low cry. Then his thick cock was stretching me deliciously until I was wrapped tight around him, pulsing and quivering as a quick layer of sweat settled on top of my skin.
“Fuck you feel so good,” he grunted as he pounded his cock into me, slow at first and then harder and deeper as the friction eased his path.
“Yes, Slayer! Yes!” I smacked the hell out of the wall beside my face because it was the only thing I could while his big body dwarfed mine, his cock thrusting deep while his chest was flush against my back. I could only stand there on shaky legs and take the fucking he gave me, arching my back to give that big cock of his the best chance of pleasing me.
“Fuck!” was all I could say.
“Chance,” he grunted and slid his hands slowly up my waist until they cupped my tits, then squeezed harder and harder to match his thrusts. I was lost. Thoroughly fucking lost in the pleasure coursing through my veins and the orgasm leaking from my body.
“Shit,” he growled and lifted me in the air, cock still buried deep as he made his way to the living room and the plush sofa.
“Better.”
Being bent over arm of my sofa while his big cock plowed into me from behind and those heavy, meaty hands smacked my ass hard enough to leave marks was my idea of heaven. “More! Gimme more, Slayer! Now!”
Harder and harder, his hands landed on my ass and with every smack my pussy soaked us, sending the friction out of this world. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. It was fucking perfect, the way his cock invaded me, hard and fast, and his hands left a white-hot stinging sensation that only heightened my pleasure.
“Chance, fuck!”
My face smashed into the crushed velvet fabric of the sofa I loved. My cries muffled as Slayer fucked me hard. He fucked me until my legs went limp through orgasm number two. After that, he wrapped my hair around his fist and tugged.
Hard.
“Slayer,” I growled and arched my back because I needed to feel the full length of him buried deep. “Fuck. Me.”
He gave my hair another tug until he tilted my head was tilted and arched my back perfectly. His cock hit that spot, the one that made me stupid. The spot that was nothing more than a myth until you found the right cock and only then did it become magical. Filthy and magical. Over and over Slayer hit it until I could no longer revel in the pleasure because it swept me under, kept me there while I rode out my orgasm and Slayer sought his out.
“Chance.” The word was a warning, his hips were moving like a jack hammer and sweat dripped from his body into mine as he fucked me hard and deep, taking parts of me with him with every stroke.
“Go. Let. Go.” I was breathless and damn near exhausted from the orgasms but then his cock got harder. He pulled my hair back harder and stilled, the long vein in his cock started to pump as pleasure roared out of him, leaving me a hot sticky satisfied mess.
“Oh shit, Chance.” Slayer’s hips bucked, and he couldn’t seem to stop thrusting into me, slow and jerky moves that sent aftershocks sizzling through me, skittering over my skin. “Fuck!” I wheezed.
I smiled because, fuck yeah it felt good to bring a big biker like Slayer to his knees with my cunt. His knees buckled, and we both went down and goddammit, his cock slipped free.
Slayer laughed. “Fuck woman, you took my legs from under me.”
“I did, didn’t I?” I turned around and sat up to straddle him, sliding my swollen went cunt up and down the length of his fading erection because I really couldn’t get enough. No, this greedy bitch was hungry for more, for another orgasm from this man, and my body wouldn’t stop until she got what she needed.
“You’re lookin’ awful smug right now.” He chuckled.
“Feelin’ it too,” I told him honestly as a gasp escaped at the feel of his cock, growing stiffer by the second.
“Then I guess we better do something about that.” His mouth kicked up into a crooked grin as his fingers found my wet center and damp curls, playing for another minute or two until another orgasm bucked me right off his big body and onto the hard fucking floor.
“Worth it,” I panted with a laugh as the fourth orgasm washed over me. And knocked me out.
All the way out.
Chapter Thirteen
Slayer
I wasn’t really a morning after kind of guy. I preferred to get gone well before the sun came up, more often than not I was gone within minutes after round two. Round three if the chick could hang, but most couldn’t. Not with this cock.
The fact that Chance could hang was part of the reason I was still at her house when the sun came up, in her bed ,and under her deep purple comforter, her naked body pressed tight up against mine. I didn’t know why else I was here, and I was too fuck-drunk to give a lot of thought.
“You can stay until your legs work again.”
I arched a brow at her laughing face. “That eager to get rid of me?” Another novel moment since usually women used all their charms to get me to stay a little longer.
“No,” she sighed and pushed up to face me. “But I’m letting you know that I’m not a pussy or a whiny bitch, so if you want to leave, go ahead.” Her tone was matter of fact, almost angry but not quite.
It was strange, but I was too exhausted, and I felt too fucking good to move. For now. “I’m good. When I’m not, I’ll let you know.”
She chuckled and laid her head on my chest, one hand slowly caressing my midsection. “I’m sure you will. Tough guy.”
“You’re pretty tough yourself.”
She looked up with one of those dark brows arched. “Because I’m a woman?”
I grabbed a handful of her tight round ass, letting my finger graze her opening until she moaned. “Because you make sure I know that you’re one tough broad.”
“It’s not you, it’s everybody.” She pulled away. It was a small move that allowed her to prop her head up in one hand and look at me. “Let people know up front that I won’t take any shit, and they won’t get any. Most of the time.”
Sounded like she grew up on the streets. I knew kids like her, had served with plenty of them, and they were all tough sons of bitches. Loyal as hell, too. “I’m only interested in giving you orgasms, Chance. Nothing more.”
She let out a dark erotic groan. “A goal I approve of fully.” The smile on her face was totally satisfied, half asleep but half ready to go again. “Your accent isn’t Texan.”
She was fishing but not in the usual way. “Nope. Only been here the last few years. Moved around a lot as a kid and even more as a Marine.”
Chance nodded and looked me over again, heat burning in her eyes as her tongue slipped out and slicked across her bottom lip. Her top lip.
“How long does it take before everything about you screams soldier?”
I shrugged. “Don’t know since I’m not a solider.”
She rolled her eyes. “Okay, a Marine then?”
“Don’t know. Haven’t given it much thought.” A Marine was as much of who I was as a biker, a fighter, a shit starter. A womanizer. “You pegged me as military at the Rusty Hinge?”
“Not military necessarily but some type of institutionalization. Police or military or prison would’ve all been a good guess. The way you carry yourself, with a kind of certainty that comes from being, I don’t know, a real bad ass.”
I had to chuckle at that. “You can do better than that,
Ella Mae.”
She glared at me, and I laughed. “Maybe I could but half the blood in my body is still in my clit. So cut me a break and tell me, do you actually do cowboy shit on that ranch of yours?”
Her question surprised the hell out of me. Most women, well most local women wanted to know more about the money the ranch made and very little else. “You asking me about my work, Chance?”
“No, I’m asking you to give me some material for my flick bank.”
“Your flick bank?”
She nodded, exasperated. “Yeah, it’s like a spank bank but for a woman. Now give up the goods. You wear leather chaps and no shirt because it’s always so hot, and you’re always so sweaty, right?”
She teased another laugh out of me, not just with her words but the way she closed her eyes as if picturing exactly that. “You have a problem.”
“Yeah, I’m in the heart of Texas and not a cowboy in sight.” She shook her head, those hazel eyes fixed on me. “It really is a travesty, Slayer.”
I frowned. In Opey you couldn’t toss a stone without hitting a cowboy, and that made me curious. “Doesn’t Oakley have cowboys?”
“Not in my part of town.” She shook it off and flashed a smile.
“We all work the ranch,” I assured her. “Not always willingly, but when you’re part of an organization, sometimes you have to do shit you don’t want to do.”
“No kidding,” she said with a level of commiseration that gave me pause, which was saying a lot because every stroke of her fingertips came closer and closer to the tip of my semi-resting cock.
I laughed again, but this time it was a little mocking. “Yeah? What do you know about it, Ella Mae?”
Maybe it wrong to taunt her. Chance wasn’t an airhead who’d just think it was a fun joke. She might stab my femoral artery before I realized I wasn’t getting a blow job.
“A lot more than you think. Obviously.” Her tone changed as much as her expression had, more serious and sober now instead of sated and flirtatious. She sat up, those beautiful tits on display and my mouth watered as my gaze lingered a second too long.
“There’s no easy way to say it so I’m just gonna fuckin’ blurt it out. I’m the VP of the Lords of Buckthorn MC.”
It took a second to process her words because my mind was still laser focused on her tits, but eventually they sank in like a fucking ton of bricks. She was in a MC. Not a rival MC, but when it came to love, fucking, and romance it didn’t matter. Another MC was another MC, and they didn’t fucking mingle for more than a celebration.
“What did you just say?”
Chance sighed and dropped her hands into her lap, her gaze fixed on my face. “You heard me, Slayer.”
“You’re in an MC?” She nodded. “Not just someone’s old lady or fuck toy?”
“Fuck you, and no. I’m the VP, like I said.”
I couldn’t believe it. Literally, I could not fucking believe it. My head wouldn’t stop shaking. “Then you know exactly why this is a bad idea, Chance.”
She nodded. “I wasn’t asking you for a wedding ring, and I wasn’t expecting to see you after that minute in the alley.”
“It was more than a fucking minute,” I growled.
She glared at me. “The point is that I wasn’t expecting to see you after that and definitely not after that time in your house.”
She was right, but that wasn’t the fucking point. “You knew I was in a MC that night.”
She nodded. “Not until we were too far in to stop, but yeah, I knew. It didn’t matter because I wasn’t trying to turn you into my man or anything, just a good, hard fuck.”
Chance pushed off the bed, giving me a full view of her naked body in all its glory.
“Stop acting like I tried to trick you somehow.”
“Didn’t you?”
She barked out a laugh. “I tricked you into fucking me? Twice? Get over yourself Slayer. All I wanted was your cock.”
“Yeah, well I hope it was memorable because it was the last fucking time, Chance. Goddammit! You know how fucked up this is?”
She nodded and dropped down on the bed with her back to me, long hair messy as it fell over her shoulders.
“Yeah, I know Slayer. Jesus fucking Christ, I know. I’ve heard it plenty of times,” she groaned. “You live and die by your club.”
“Mixing with another club will jeopardize that.” It was something I assumed all clubs knew. It was a key to our survival.
“I know. I know.”
“We can’t do this again,” I told her, my voice firm but almost panicked. I wanted to do it again and again but this was it. It had to be or we could face more shit than the MC had seen so far.
“I’m the one who told you this, but if it makes you feel better to think you ended things, go right ahead.”
“That’s not what this is about. What about your crazy ex. Is he a Buckthorn, too?”
“No. He’s ex-MC.”
I shook my head. “And you haven’t fucked him up yet. Why?”
Chance glared at me with her hands on her hips, looking like a gorgeous warrior queen. “When you’ve got the weight of your MC on your back, Slayer, you can let me know.”
“Bullshit. You’re the VP, so you know better than me, or you should, the MC comes first. No matter what. You fucked up with your ex and now with me.”
I shook my head, feeling something like loss as I shoved my feet into my jeans, quickly dressing and putting more and more distance between us.
“Get your shit together, Chance, before you end up dead.”
“Thanks for the advice,” she said, her voice condescending and bitter.
“I’m sorry about this, I really am. But the Reckless Bastards are who I am. They are my family and that oath means something to me. I can’t, no I won’t go back on that, no matter how good the pussy is.”
“Somehow I’ll survive without you.” Her words were quiet and angry against my back, but I didn’t look back and I didn’t respond. I shoved my feet into my boots and got the fuck out of there.
Before I walked into more trouble.
Chapter Fourteen
Ella Mae
Being the lone woman in a motorcycle club was hard. Dating or fucking as the lone woman in an all-male organization with very strict rules was damn near impossible. And nothing highlighted that more than the way Slayer shot out of my place once I told him who I really was.
He was right to run. If I had more choices, I probably would have done what he did. Run like hell. But I didn’t have more choices, and it was totally fucking unfair. Not that I was one of those naïve fools who believed in concepts like fairness. Life had done a good job of making damn sure I knew it was a fairytale, but this? It was just plain unfair.
The rest of my MC, for example, could go scratch an itch or get their dicks wet with any of the Ladies of Buckthorn or any fucking civilian in Texas. The same was true for Slayer, I was sure.
But me? Regular guys because they couldn’t be called men by any stretch, were put off by a tough chick. The few who weren’t were a little too fascinated. Men were fragile fucking creatures, which left me the option of traveling farther and farther away from home to find a decent dick, or my own hands and array of battery-operated boyfriends.
See? Un-fucking-fair.
But I knew that there was fuck all I could do about it. Slayer knew it too, which pissed me off even more now, nearly a week after he left skid marks in his hurry to get the fuck away from me. Not that I was still sore about it or anything.
I wasn’t.
My pussy though, she was a little sad to see Slayer go. Okay, she was a lot sad to see that big sexy beast walk away. He had a body built to give a girl a good rough fuck and, man did he like hearing the sound of his name on my lips. Best of all, he worked harder and harder to make you scream his name, which only made me sadder that we couldn’t even keep sleeping together.
“Finally,” I groaned when the door to The Korean Cowboy opened and Curt wal
ked in and joined me at my table where I was studying the menu.
“Did you forget the way to your favorite restaurant?”
He flashed a cocky grin that drew the attention of a table filled with too young cowgirls in skintight jeans. “Nah,” he said, too distracted to look me in the eye.
That meant he was tied up with a woman, and I didn’t want the details. “I already ordered. Sticky ginger ribs so you have time.” I flashed a sweet smile and ignored the middle finger he aimed at me.
When the cute twenty-year-old waitress came to take our orders, Curt flirted with her shamelessly, and she flirted right back. But as soon as she was gone, he was all business again. “Feels good to be back home.”
“It does.” We were all back at the club house and tomorrow was our first meeting in the new and improved Lord’s Lair. “The new security is impressive.”
“That’s what I was going for. Impressive and unobtrusive.”
It was that. With motion sensors and cameras everywhere, there was no way in hell anyone could ever stage a surprise attack on us at home again.
I folded my arms on the table and leaned into to him. “So what’s up?”
Curt shrugged, but he was shit at beating around the bush and worse at small talk. “I was hoping to get some Texas style Korean barbecue while you tell me your plan to handle Leon.”
I leaned back and stared at him. “Who says I haven’t dealt with him?” He hadn’t been around in a while, but he wasn’t gone. I knew that.
“If you had, you would have said something already and given us more of a reason to celebrate tomorrow.” The bastard knew he was right. “So, Leon?”
“I haven’t seen him in a week.” I told him how things went down with us the last time. “That was the last time I saw him, and I haven’t felt him following me.” I wouldn’t dare admit I was too distracted with personal matters to be completely sure, but I was reasonably sure. More than reasonably sure. I was sure.
Curt stared at me for a long time, that same thousand-yard stare that intimidated the fuck out of the guys. But it didn’t do much for me.