by Nikki Wild
I ran to the bathroom, frantically searching my cabinets for condoms. I was completely unprepared for this, I realized, as I looked around at my dirty bathroom. I suppressed a shout of joy when I found an unopened box of condoms in the back of a drawer. I was almost positive they’d been left there by Romeo during a party a few months ago and I made a mental note to thank him later. He’d love that, the fuckin’ playboy.
“You alright in there?” Gabby called from the living room.
“Yeah, totally, be right there!” I called back, stuffing a few of the condoms into my pocket. I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror before leaving.
“Go get ‘em Casanova. You remember how to do this,” I said to myself. I could almost hear the guys cheering for me in my head.
Gabby was in for quite a ride and she didn’t even know it.
I only hoped she was still in one piece when I was done devouring her.
Gabby
While he was gone, I searched frantically for a mirror. Of course, there was nothing at all in sight. I hadn’t thought of my appearance until now. I smoothed my hair as best I could with my hands, dreading the task of brushing it later. The wind had whipped it into one big tangle. I looked down at my clothes and was surprised to see they were still relatively clean.
After everything that happened, I was shocked they weren’t covered in ugly biker blood.
Dante was taking forever in the bathroom and I was beginning to think something was wrong. Maybe he’d changed his mind?
Bear stared at me from the corner, watching me with lazily hooded eyes as I threw another log on the fire.
Was this really happening? I thought. His kisses made me feel like he’d set fireworks off inside of me. The walk back to the cabin had been quick, almost frantic. And then he’d kissed me again once we’d gotten back in the cabin. Hard.
My god, it had sent ripples of delight through me, his mouth searching mine so deeply it took my breath away. And then, just like that - poof! he was gone again.
I didn’t know what to think.
I walked to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of whiskey he’d left on the counter, not bothering to pour it into a glass. I brought the bottle to my lips, pouring the warm amber liquid into my mouth as I tried to imagine it was courage I was pouring in.
For fuck’s sake, I needed it. Dante was intense. He might even be dangerous. And here I was, about to let him fuck me.
I was a little terrified, but I knew I also needed to remember why I came here. I was full of bravado earlier, the fearless woman on a mission. And here I was. I’d done it. Found myself a biker to bed, even if it came with a small side of lingering fear. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe that would make it even better, add a little thrill to the whole thing.
I lifted my chin, threw my shoulders back and smiled to myself. Yes, I’d done it alright.
Mission accomplished.
Almost. If only he’d come out of that bathroom and fuck me already…
I put the bottle down after a few more swigs and turned around to walk back into the living room.
He was standing there, watching me from the kitchen door.
For how long, I don’t know, but I replayed the last few seconds back through my head to make sure I hadn’t said anything stupid out loud. From the way he was looking at me, though, it apparently didn’t matter if I had or not.
The look on his face said one thing and one thing only.
“Now,” he whispered, his voice full of authority - demanding, confident, steely.
If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d have been more afraid.
Instead, I walked right into his arms, right into the storm brewing in his eyes - our mouths, our bodies, our souls, clashing together in a passionate frenzy of kisses, caresses, gropes…pushing and pulling against one another, trying to get as close as possible through our clothes.
I moaned into his mouth as his python-like biceps wrapped around me, pulling me closer, his kiss deepening, his tongue dancing with mine deliciously. He tasted like whiskey. He tasted like heaven. He tasted like pure, unleashed lust. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth.
Torturously, he pulled his mouth away and I heard myself whimper in protest. All sense of restraint had left me. At this point, I would have done anything he’d asked. Begged him, if necessary.
I was on fire for him, his touch awakening something deep within me that I never knew existed. Raw desire…pure, unleashed passion…savage, animalistic yearning…it all overwhelmed me and all my inhibitions fell away in the face of this one undeniable, pulsing need that ripped through me.
He reached down before the pleas escaped from my lips, lifting me easily into his arms and carrying me down the hallway. He kicked open a door and we entered a small, dark, cavelike room. Before my eyes could adjust to the darkness, he slammed the door shut behind him, throwing us into almost pitch blackness before he placed my quivering body on the bed.
His frame was barely a silhouette, the moonlight shining through the open window providing the only light.
Silent as an empty church, only one sound broke through the darkness - our combined breathing - thick and heavy in the air between us.
I watched him begin to undress with barely contained excitement. I’d been waiting for this moment, to finally see the taught muscles I’d felt earlier. His barely lit limbs shimmered in the shadows, making me wish I was the moonlight so I could kiss every inch of his smooth, tan skin as it came into view.
He was magnificent. A masterpiece of masculine flesh, he looked as if he was carved from the finest marble. Every muscle rippled as he moved, his wide chest sprinkled with dark curly hair that I longed to run my fingers through. As his hands moved to the buttons of his jeans, I swallowed hard, the thrill of anticipation swelling inside of me.
Pop.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
Pop. Pop.
The fly of his button-fly Levis parted, revealing a thin black trail of hair running into his jeans. A treasure trail, Bella always called it.
Bella, I thought. If she could only see me now.
But no. This treasure was mine and mine alone. I had never felt luckier.
Dante’s hands pushed the jeans over his hips, his thick, heavy cock springing into view. It was dark, but I didn’t need more light to see its beauty, its sheer perfection, just as I knew a man like him was sure to possess. It was perfect. Pulsing, hard, full of strength and life and heat. I had no doubt he knew how to use it, too.
As if he was eager to prove that very fact to me, as soon as his jeans hit the floor, he closed the distance between us, and this time, he felt ten times hotter than he had before. Heat exuded from his naked skin, from his lips, his tongue, his hands.
He kissed me again, even harder than before, my lips bruising under his touch. His fingers found the edge of my tank top, pulling it quickly over my head, revealing my red lacy bra. Quickly and expertly, he released the front clasp, and my breasts came spilling out into his hands. A low groan preceded his warm wet lips engulfing my nipple and I arched my back, my fingers sinking into his silky hair, pulling his head in closer as his tongue twirled around it.
“Dante…” I whispered into the darkness, his mouth moving to engulf my other nipple as his fingers began unzipping my jeans.
“Off!” he commanded. I lifted my hips as he pulled them down, his feathery kisses landing on my stomach as he did so. Throwing the jeans to the side, he brought his mouth to my sex, inhaling with a smile. His fingers dipped into the side of my panties, the red lace a stark contrast to the tan skin of fingers.
I smiled to myself, remembering that I had purchased this set of underwear specifically for this night. I never in a million years thought it would end up this amazing.
His mouth engulfed my mound, his lips sucking my clit hungrily, pulling the pleasure from my body with every caress. I pushed my hips up, wanting more, more, more of him, wanting all of him. My fingers tangled in his long dark hair, pulling his head into me as I squirm
ed beneath him, my body on fire, my juices flowing over his hand as he slipped a finger into me, his name escaping from my lips once more, my body crashing over the edge, leaving me wet and panting and gasping for air.
Dante slid up my body, his lips capturing my quivering lips again, his cock throbbing hard against me as his kisses grew more urgent.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
“Don’t,” I said, wrapping my thighs around his hips, his cock sinking into me with a piercing deliciousness.
“Yes!” I cried out, tightening my grip on his hips, pulling him deeper and deeper as waves of pleasure washed over me. “Oh, yes, Dante!”
My arms wrapped around him, needing him closer. I couldn’t get enough of him. I couldn’t get him close enough, deep enough. Blissfully, his cock filled me, his hardness sliding into me, throbbing against me, our bodies dancing together with one shared purpose on our one shared night.
He pounded into me, my hands finding his tight ass, delighting in the way his muscles flexed under my palms, the way his hair fell onto my face as he rode me, harder and rougher, my pussy pulsing around him, tightening, releasing, and tightening again.
He growled, a deep, guttural moan echoing in my ears, his hammering speeding up - unhinged, raw, savage, animalistic - powerfully he slammed into me, until I felt him swell and throb, his cock exploding with the lust that shone across his face, my body writhing with pleasure, sliding over the edge of bliss with him, our bodies tangled up together as tight as we could get.
“I never want to let you go,” he murmured into my hair. I sighed with pleasure, wrapping myself around him, feeling exactly the same way, ignoring my promise I’d made to myself about this just lasting for one night. How could I only have one taste of this heavenly bliss?
“Don’t…” I whispered, “don’t.”
Dante
Groaning, I pushed Bear’s mountain-sized head away, his tongue leaving traces of drool on my pillow, waking me up like he did every damned morning.
Reluctantly, I untangled myself from Gabby and left her sleeping peacefully. I hated leaving her side, but I didn’t want to wake her just yet.
I’d made the mistake of getting up in the middle of the night to pee, and left the bedroom door open, which allowed Bear the opportunity to give me his usual rude awakening. I looked over at Gabby, her long limbs curled up in my sheets, her black hair strewn all over my pillow, looking even more beautiful in the morning light than she had last night.
If that was even possible.
My body was buzzing to take her once again, my morning wood pulsing hotly. Bear whimpered at the door, not giving one fuck about my predicament.
“Fine, goddammit,” I whispered, throwing my jeans on, leaving the fly unbuttoned to avoid the task of trying to leash the monster that Gabby had awakened and headed toward the front door, Bear trotting along beside me.
He whined again as I pulled on my boots and jacket, patting my pocket to make sure my gun was still there. I’d been reckless last night by letting it out of my sight. I should have had it next to the bed, but I’d been distracted by getting into Gabby’s pants.
I wouldn’t make that mistake again.
Again.
Would there be an again?
“Come on,” I muttered. “You’re a fucking impatient beast, you know that?” I opened the door and Bear ran out ahead of me, galloping in the morning sunlight to his favorite spot. I took a look around, making sure we were still alone.
The guys would be along in a few hours to check in, but that’s not who I was looking for.
I hadn’t forgotten the danger I’d put myself in yesterday. I was distracted by Gabby. By Gabby’s eyes, her face, her perfect fucking body, her sweet pussy…
That was the kind of girl you could die for…
Fuck.
I’d never expected it to feel like that. Not that I’d forgotten how amazing a woman’s body felt, but there was something about Gabby that made me want to spend the entire night and day sinking into her over and over.
I didn’t know what it was. Last night, I’d tried to do less thinking and more feeling, forcing my thoughts of surprise to the back of my mind, forcing my worry away, reminding myself what this was all about.
One night. That’s all. Nothing more. Nothing less.
But, for fuck’s sake! Her body fit mine like a fucking glove, and when she moaned, whimpering my name over and over as I rode her sweet curves like a fucking roller-coaster, it just did something to me. I just couldn’t get enough.
That’s why I’d fucked her three times. Once wasn’t enough. And now that she was sleeping naked in my bed in the light of day, the sunlight washing over her creamy skin, I wasn’t so sure that one night was going to be enough either.
I joined Bear, pissing over his spot just to piss him off. It wasn’t easy, not with the permanent erection I’d had since last night. Didn’t seem to matter that me and my cock had been out of commission for so long, my cock was unfazed - roaring and ready to go. And I guess I was, too. Full speed ahead with no end in sight, apparently.
Bear eyed me warily and then grunted and walked back inside, his daily exercise requirements fulfilled.
I scanned the woods as I buttoned up, the morning sounds of the forest coming alive around me. Everything was waking up, the birds singing their ancient songs, the flowers opening up. The trees towered over me, dancing their ritualistic dance in the wind. A brand new sun rose in the bright blue sky.
A brand new day.
A brand new beginning.
A beginning that I wasn’t expecting, not in a million years. I was used to be woken up by Bear to go outside, but I wasn’t used to having a woman to go to bed with.
Finding myself in this predicament was unusual, for sure.
In the blinding daylight, the effects of last night’s booze faded away. All of my senses were heightened. I was on high alert and for damned good reason. I knew the Iron Godz would be looking for me and every hour they couldn’t find me only pissed them off more.
For now, everything was quiet, the peaceful stillness of the morning air wrapping around me. Rays of sunlight streamed through the clouds, lighting up the glistening drops of dew on the leaves that had yet to burn off. I took a deep breath, hoping this sense of peace would stay for a while before the chaos that I was sure was coming my way arrived. At least long enough to let me enjoy Gabby’s delicious beauty one more time.
I pulled open the front door of the cabin, and headed straight back to bed and back to Gabby.
I knew they were coming for me. I knew it wouldn’t be pretty. Hell, I might die by the end of the day, but I was determined to die a happy man.
And happiness was waiting for me, right between my sheets.
Gabby
Licking and panting. Wet clumps of fur brushed against my face and my eyes shot open as a little yelp escaped from my throat.
“Bear! Dammit!” I heard Dante’s booming voice coming before he appeared in the doorway. I gasped at the sight of him in the daylight. He was wearing nothing but jeans, with one button left open at the top, that thin treasure trail leading right into them, leading right into the amusement ride I’d so happily ridden all night long. Damn, I thought, drinking in the sight of his tan skin, his broad, tattoo slathered shoulders, his rippling muscles that felt so good beneath my fingers. “Sorry about that,” he murmured, attempting to pull Bear off the bed. Instead, the dog plopped down on Dante’s side of the bed, and curled up next to my hip.
“This guy,” Dante growled, shaking his head. “I was trying to let you sleep…” He flashed me the most adorable half-grin and my insides melted as the events of the previous night came rushing back to me.
The bar. The bikers. The fight.
Him.
What was I supposed to do now? I wondered, as I smiled up at him. Sure, he was fucking gorgeous. Beyond sexy. Beyond fuck-able - obviously. I can’t even remember how many times he made
me shiver in pleasure last night. It’s a good thing we were out in the middle of nowhere, because if there’d been any neighbors, they’d surely have called the cops with all the screaming I was doing. To say it was amazing was a cruel understatement.
He was a skilled lover - patient, giving, tender and rough at all the right times.
And these were all very, very good things.
But now, the sun was up and here we were. The next morning.
We were still two strangers, with two very different lives to go back to.
And yet, I was still stranded. Still at his mercy. I couldn’t just do the walk of shame to my car and go on with my life.
My life. Whatever that was. I knew Bella would be wondering where I was by now. She was probably blowing my phone up. I wished, for the tenth time, that I’d thought to grab my purse before we ran out of the bar. I didn’t even have access to money for a cab or anything.
I was helpless and it was driving me crazy. I wasn’t used to that. Sure, I basically lived my life under my father’s thumb, but for the most part, I was self-sufficient. I lived with Bella in a two bedroom flat in Queens and I even had a job.
“Fuck!” I said, reality dawning on me all at once. “I have to get to work!”
“Well, good morning to you, too. Work? Where do you work?” Dante asked.
“At Doris DeLuca’s.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s a dress shop. I’m supposed to be there this afternoon. Will you please take me back to my car now?”
“Yeah, sure…” he replied, grinning that sexy fucking grin at me, without moving an inch.
Shit. Part of me didn’t want to leave. Bear rolled over on his back and I reached out to scratch his belly, pulling my eyes away from Dante’s. I couldn’t handle looking at him. My nipples hardened under the sheet, my sex pulsing for more of the pleasure it’d received throughout the night.
It was a good thing this dog was between us, because if he came any closer, I was bound to start begging for another round. My body was still on fire from his touch, and I could almost still feel his hands on me, his lips kissing me, his cock inside me…