by Madison Faye
“Spread your ass for me, baby girl,” he hissed into my ear, sending a flood of heat through my core. “Spread that pretty ass and gorgeous pussy for me.”
I moaned, doing what he said. My hands slid back to my ass, and I gripped as I spread myself open for him. Heat bloomed in my face and pooled between my thighs as I felt him kneel behind me.
“Fuck, Lucy. Damn do you have a gorgeous little cunt.”
I whimpered, and when he moved in and ran his tongue over my pussy, I gasped as I gave in to him. His tongue ran up and down my lips, making my legs shake before he found my clit and started to suck. His tongue pushed deep inside of me, fucking me slowly as I went wild for him. He pulled back, rubbing my aching clit with his thumb before moving back to tongue my lips. He slid higher, and my hands tightened on my own skin as I cried out in pleasure when his naughty tongue swirled around my ass.
Rowan groaned, tongue-fucking my ass as I squealed in forbidden pleasure. His thumb rolled my clit as he made my toes curl and my pulse thunder, his tongue so wild on my ass as I panted for more. I felt him stand, and suddenly, that perfect, big dick of his was sliding deep inside. His thumb stayed on my clit as he drove every inch inside of me, stretching me so perfectly as he filled me to the freaking brim.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” I gasped, whimpering as I felt my walls grip him so tightly. Rowan groaned, his free hand stroking my skin as he teased my clit. He slid out and then back in, moving into a slow, deliberate rhythm as he started to fuck me over the kitchen counter. I moaned in pleasure, my cheek to the counter as I held myself open for him. His pace increased, his perfect cock hitting me so good as he filled me again and again. And with his thumb teasing my clit, suddenly, it just hit me like a ton of bricks.
I screamed as I came, pleasure exploding through me as I panted against the counter. Rowan never slowed, fucking me right through the orgasm as I writhed and squirmed on his big cock. His thumb just kept swirling over my clit as he slowly slid out of me, and I started to whimper in protest, when suddenly, I stiffened as naughty heat blazed through me.
Rowan moved his cock higher, and when I felt his swollen, slick head press against my asshole, I fucking moaned. I moaned like a dirty, eager, wanton slut, because that’s what he did to me. That’s certainly what his cock did to me, that’s for sure. I looked back at him over my shoulder, and our eyes locked as fire spiked between us.
“Do it,” I hissed.
Rowan growled. “You want me to fuck your tight little ass, baby girl? You want this fat cock to stretch out your little hole while I rub your clit?”
I moaned so fucking eagerly, aching for him to take all of me and make me lose all control.
“Rowan—”
“Tell me, baby. You want it, you better tell me you want it.”
My eyes rolled back in my head as the naughty pleasure teased through me. I could feel the hot, swollen head of him teasing against my ring, and I wanted him.
“Fuck my ass,” I gasped, panting as the heat exploded through. “Please fuck my ass!”
“Good girl.”
He pushed, and I gasped as I felt the pressure of his cock against my hole. Years before, the first time we’d tried this, I was terrified. I mean for fuck’s sake, he was huge. But Rowan took his time, spending weeks teasing my ass and letting me get used to the feel of his tongue, and then his fingers first. And the first time he took me there, he’d gone so slowly, and made me feel so fucking good that by the time he was actually inside, I was basically coming already.
I moaned as I pushed back, and slowly, ever so slowly, I felt my ass begin to spread around his fat cock head. He grunted, muscled clenching and the hand on my hip tightening as he added more pressure. Until suddenly, with a small pop and a gasp from my lips, his head slid inside. Both of us groaned deeply, and I gasped as Rowan began to push gently. He slid in another inch before he slid back out, sawing his fat crown in and out of my little hole as I moaned shamelessly for more.
And more was exactly what I got.
He went slow, slowly but surely, Rowan began to feed every inch of his gorgeous cock up my ass. His fingers teased my clit, making me whimper and beg for more until he was all the way inside of me, balls deep in my ass. He stayed like that, just teasing my clit and letting me get used to him there, before he slowly pulled out. He left the head inside, and then he was driving right back in, making me cry out in pleasure.
We went slow, but gradually, the pace picked up. I moaned eagerly as he slid two fingers into my eager pussy, his thumb rolling my clit as he fucked my ass. Pleasure melted through me, and I reached back to lace my fingers in his on my hip. I slid my other hand beneath us to cup his heavy balls as he teased my clit and thrust his cock into my ass. We moved faster, thrusting deeper as we both moaned eagerly. I could feel the pressure building, and the heat rising, and I knew it wasn’t going to be long before he made me fucking scream.
He started to fuck me faster, and harder, and suddenly, I lost all control. I moaned like a filthy, needy, dirty girl, begging him to fill my ass as I came hard. I screamed, gripping his hand tight and feeling my ass clamp down like a vice around his fat cock. The orgasm thundered through me, and when I felt him stiffen, I knew he was there too.
Rowan grunted, hissing as he thrust his thick dick deep in my ass and unloaded. His balls twitched in my hand, and I moaned as I felt the hot, sticky jets of his cum blast into my ass, coating me as he fired shot after shot.
We stood like that, panting and clinging to reality before I started to giggle. Rowan chuckled, pulling up to a standing position against him with his cock still inside of me. I twisted my head, and our lips crushed together as our hearts raced.
“What do you do to me, Mr. Tanner?” I moaned softly.
“I don’t know, Mrs. Tanner,” he growled. “But it might be the same spell you put on me.”
I grinned, love and heat swirling through me as I kissed him again.
“Think I could convince you to go outside for more snow for another bath?”
He chuckled. “I think I could be persuaded.”
****
Hours later, after a bath, and more sex, and then another bath, we sat down together at the tiny table to eat some dinner I’d thrown together with the canned stuff we’d come up with. But with him there, and with the glow melting through me, damn if it wasn’t the best meal of my life.
…That’s when we heard it.
We both stiffened, smiles fading as we looked up at each other sharply. The sound came again, and this time, there was no denying the sound of someone shuffling through high snow outside.
“Down,” Rowan hissed quietly, pulling me to the floor under the table. He slid across the floor and killed the lantern illuminating our corner of the cabin, and then moved to the fireplace. He dragged the heavy screen in front of it, killing most of the light in the cabin before he grabbed his gun from his holster hanging off the bed post.
Outside, the sound came again, and by then, we could both tell it was the sound of two sets of footsteps prowling by the door. The knob jangled, and I froze. I glanced at Rowan to see his jaw clench as he quietly chambered a round. He moved to the wall next to the door and looked at me.
“Stay down,” he mouthed before he turned and reached for the knob. It twisted from the outside, but just as it was opening, Rowan suddenly yanked it open, thrust his hand out and grabbed ahold of the person opening the door. The man roared as Rowan yanked him inside, tripping him on the way so that he went sprawling across the floor. The guy went for something at his hip, but Rowan was faster. He kicked the gun away and slamming the butt of his own piece into back of the guy’s head, making him grunt and slump to the ground.
A gun cocked loudly from the doorway, and Rowan whirled, gun up and finger on the trigger before we both froze. Luckily, so did the man standing in the doorway.
My jaw dropped.
“Shepherd?”
And sure enough, standing there looking just as surprised to be
pointing a gun at Rowan as Rowan looked to be pointing a gun at Shepherd, was my brother.
9
Lucy
“Here, hold this to it.”
Rowan frowned as he handed a handful of snow wrapped in a dishtowel to the dark-haired guy he’d cold-cocked.
“Thanks, ya fookin’ prick,” the guy muttered in his thick cockney British accent.
“Knock next time, douchebag,” Rowan muttered.
I still had my arms around my brother, who I hadn’t seen in over a freaking year, and I gave him a big squeeze before finally letting him go. Shepherd grinned at me.
“Hey, Goose.”
I rolled my eyes at the childhood nickname as he stomped snow off his boots and kicked them off before hanging up his jacket. He checked his gun and put the safety on before he walked over and set it down on the little kitchen table.
“Nice place you guys got here,” Shepherd muttered dryly. “Really great little romantic getaway, Rowan. Glad my sister is in good hands.”
As if on cue, a corner of the roof started to drip into the bucket we’d set up under the spot.
“Thought you said she’d left his arse,” the British guy mumbled, pulling the snowpack away to rub the lump on the back of his head. He was a good-looking guy—tall, built, with dark hair, blue eyes, and this swarthy almost pirate look to him.
“If you’re looking for a matching bump to the front of your head, keep talking,” Rowan growled. He turned to Shep, and the two of them locked eyes.
“Been a while, man.”
“More than a while,” Rowan muttered back.
Slowly, Shepherd grinned and walked towards him. Rowan held a hand out, but Shep gave me a look and rolled his eyes before he suddenly grabbed Rowan into a big bear hug.
“Good to see you, buddy.”
Rowan smiled back. “Same, man. Where the hell have you been, anyways?”
“Where have you been?” I muttered. I’d only gotten a handful of emails and a few vague, quick phone calls from him over the last year. I had no idea when the last time he and Rowan had been in the same room together or talked, but I was guessing it was before I’d left.
“Places,” Shep answered giving nothing away.
“Places,” Rowan said dryly.
“Yeah, places. Doing stuff.”
I frowned. “Stuff like…?”
“Stuff like the kind of stuff I’m not going to openly discuss with the fucking FBI agent in the room.” He shrugged and glanced at Rowan. “No offense.”
Rowan just arched his brows and turned back to the mysterious Englishman.
“So who the fuck are you?”
The guy on the floor made a face and glanced past Rowan at Shepherd. “Is he always this much of an arse?”
“Only to dumb pricks who barge in on me when I’m carrying without knocking,” Rowan growled. “You know I could have shot you.”
“Quite happy that you didn’t.” The guy stood, wincing and rubbing his head again before he stuck his hand out. “Oliver.”
“Rowan,” he muttered in return, shaking Oliver’s hand.
“The sister-fucker, yeah, I know.”
I turned and shot a dirty look at Shepherd who grinned sheepishly.
“I mean, technically…”
“You’re a child,” I muttered back.
“And you two are back together, I see?”
“It’s complicated,” Rowan said quietly.
“Complicated like a romantic getaway to an off-the-grid mountain cabin?”
“We’re actually lying low, Shep,” I said, glancing at Rowan. “No one said anything about romantic.”
“No, but there’s one bed in this place and it does not look very un-used,” Shepherd grinned, nodding at the extremely messy bed where Rowan and I had spent the vast majority of the past few days fucking like rabbits.
“And are those… oh my virgin eyes.”
I followed Shepherd’s eye and physically cringed when I noticed the handcuffs still cuffed to the headboard, along with a pair of my panties hooked over the bed post.
Shepherd chuckled and glanced at Rowan. “We’re all adults so I’ll let that slide.”
“And also, she’s my wife.”
“That might be more of a technicality than a fact at this point, pal,” he shot back. “Unless you two really are rekindling the ole’ spark?”
Neither of us said anything, but when I glanced at Rowan, I couldn’t even remotely stop the grin that spread over my lips, or the blush that followed. Obviously, Shepherd spotted it instantly.
“Well well well,” he nodded, scratching jaw. “Well then, congrats, you kids.”
I was about to tell him to stop being a weirdo, when suddenly a thought that I’d had in my head since the second he walked in pushed its way to the foreground. But Shep opened his mouth first, cutting me off.
“And hold up, go back to the part where you’re lying low?”
“Hang on,” I frowned, interrupting him. “How the hell did you know I was here?”
Oliver chuckled and my brother shrugged. “The last time I saw you, I installed a tracker on your phone.”
My eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”
Shep rolled his eyes. “You know what, Goose? My sister is a professional thief who works for all sorts of shitty, bad people. Fuck me for wanting a way to know where she is or if she’s okay once in a while.”
“You know you can just call, right?” I muttered.
“But then how would I sneak up on you hiding out in cabins?”
Rowan frowned. “Did you both honestly come all the way up here to the middle of fucking nowhere on a mountain top just to be funny?”
The smile faded from Shep’s face, and he and Oliver glanced at each other.
“Not exactly, no,” he said quietly as his mood shifted to something far more serious looking. “I happened to check in on your phone and saw you were here at Blackthorn Mountain, which is fucking weird because I was already on my way here.”
I frowned. “For what?”
Shep leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m looking for someone. Well, a few someones, but I got word that at least this one guy is up here too. Guy named Ryker?”
I swallowed, and Rowan and I glanced at each other.
“Wait, is he here?”
“Maybe,” Rowan said. “But all due respect, the people that come here tend to come here to not be found.”
“He’s gonna want to hear what we have to say, mate,” Oliver growled.
“And what do you have to say?” I asked quietly.
My brother’s jaw tightened. “I think we found a friend of his he thinks is dead.”
10
Rowan
Two hours later, we were down at Mountain Steel Motors, packed into the office that looked out over the work floor. Stone who’d come and picked us up, was standing with his arm around Jackie. Next to him were Ax and Ryker. Oliver and Shepherd held court on one side of the room, and Ryker nodded at them.
“Captain America here was a little vague on the phone, but I hear you’ve been looking for me. You want to tell me how you knew where to find me?”
“We tracked you to Vegas,” Shepherd nodded. From talking to him, I knew that after his days as President of the Lost Devils, and before he came to start fresh on Blackthorn, Ryker had spent some time in Vegas running a garage.
“From there, we asked around and finally got looped into a couple of guys who used to know you down there.”
“Yeah?” Ryker growled. “Who, because some of the people who knew me in Vegas want me in the ground.”
“Roman Ford,” Shepherd answered. “Said he ran a garage down there with you.”
Ryker visibly relaxed a little and nodded. “Roman’s good people.”
“Yeah, well he wasn’t going to say shit and actually pulled fucking shotgun on us when we asked about you. But when we mentioned what we’re about to tell you, he alluded to you being up here.”
“Well, here I am,” Ryker growled. “So, let’s hear it.”
Lucy’s brother cleared his throat. “You used to roll in an MC called the Lost Devils, right?”
The whole room seemed to tense, and Ryker’s eyes flashed. I could definitely see his eyes wander to the drawer of the desk he was leaning against, where I was willing to bet, he kept a piece.
“Who’s asking,” Stone growled.
“You run with them too?”
“He said who’s asking,” Axe muttered, grinding his bearded jaw.
“Fuck me, so you’re not the only one that made it out, are you?” Shep nodded at Ryker.
I could see the tension hitting a boiling point in the room, so I stepped in.
“Shep, get to the fucking point.” I glanced at Ryker. “It could be nothing, but hear him out, man.”
Ryker nodded. “Fine. Spill it.”
“So, Oliver and I have been pulling some jobs for the Del Campo cartel down in Mexico.”
“Are you fucking kidding me, Shep?” Lucy spat, glaring at her brother. He’d given us the quick version back at the cabin and had negated to mention working for one of the bloodiest fucking cartels in Mexico.
“Shep, Jesus,” I muttered. “The fuck were you thinking?”
“I was thinking about how much goddamn money I’ve been making working for them, actually,” he snapped back. “But listen, Jorge Del Campo, the big honcho, he’s really into boxing—the bloodier and more fucked up, the better. Dude’s got this whole league set up down there paying tough guys to beat the fuck out of each other for the crowds.”
“And this has to do with me how?” Ryker muttered.
“Well, the last time we pulled a job for these guys, we had more time than usual to kill down there. Jorge has us stay at one of his haciendas with a bunch of other lowlifes and invites us out to this big match he’s throwing. So, we go, and the main event is this fucking monster of a dude the whole crowd seems to know—some guy they’re calling ‘Hush-Hush’ since apparently, he can’t or doesn’t talk or something. Anyways, the guy comes out to fight a one-on-five match, no fucking joke, and basically puts all five of the other guys into the hospital. But here’s the thing, Oliver here…” He nodded at the Englishman, and Oliver stood up.