“You want this, Meg?”
She does something I never expected.
Kissing me out of the blue like she did, was one thing.
But now what the fuck is she doing?
She’s up and walking on the bed, to the head of it, her naked ass swaying while she looks over her shoulder at me, her hair a mess. She plants both hands on the wall and cranes that round perfection up in invitation.
I almost pass out the blood rushes to my cock so fast.
I reach down, grab a condom, slap it on and leap onto the bed, ready to mount her from behind. I bend in for a rough kiss where our tongues lace together for a heartbeat. We both hiss as our lips separate and my cock starts to penetrate her.
I’ve got lot of girth.
My fingers were to prepare her.
I push in a little slowly at first but I’m gritting my teeth. She pushes her hips backward and forces me in deeper and that’s it. I’m gone. I start fucking her the way I need to, and she keeps giving it back even harder. Her moans get louder and louder, higher pitched and sexy as hell, as I thrust all of my length in each and every time, pulling out far enough so that she feels me filling her over and over. My cock is throbbing. Sliding in her. Diving in as deep as her moans will take it. She arches her back and reaches one arm for my head, begging me with her open lips to kiss her while we fuck.
My absolute fuckin’ pleasure, gorgeous.
Our tongues dance and lash, and our lips lock as the burn starts digging into our cores. She cries out against my lips, but goes back to kissing me. Then she does it again. I can feel how close she is. I’m holding back until she gets there but if Meg cums how I think she will, I might shatter this condom.
“Oh my God!” she whimpers and her body starts to tremble. Pussy, too. I almost drool as she cranes her ass up and starts moving like she can’t wait for it.
Her inner walls drench me as they clamp onto my cock with the first contraction and then the beats just keep cummin’ until I let out a roar I’ve never heard myself make.
We fuck slower, and then rougher, and then really fuckin’ slow until we’re both out of breath and turned into jelly. I lower her onto the bed and ditch the condom, a balancing act in and of itself.
Strolling back from the bathroom, I find her watching me, laying on her side, her small tits hanging with gravity and looking beautiful. Give a man a pair of breasts to look at, and you’ve got a happy man.
“How ya doin’ there, Meg?” I smirk.
She covers her face with her hand and starts giggling.
Meg
Have you ever had one of those moments where you knew your life was never going to be the same? I’m watching this naked, exotic man stroll toward me with hair longer than mine and silver shining from his nipples, his pecs pulsing as he shakes out his shoulders. Don’t even get me started on that trunk swinging between his legs. I might have just lost my job and yet somehow I don’t seem to care.
My body is humming with pleasure. I feel like someone gave me the key to a cage I didn’t know I was trapped in. The air tastes different. My sight is clearer. Everything is now in hyper-focus. Especially him.
He climbs onto the bed, scoops me up and lays me on top of him, pulling the blanket over us so that it keeps my backside warm. I trace his face with my fingertips, memorizing it.
“Where’d you get your name from?”
His black irises don’t leave my gaze as he thinks about it. “We all have names in the club. I’m with The Ciphers.” He waits for me to nod, like I understand he’s a biker, then he continues, “My birth name was Antonio, but none of us go by those. At first I was Wolf, but then that video went viral.”
“A video about your club?”
“No, the one called, The Crazy Nastyass Honey Badger. It’s pretty funny,” he crookedly smiles. I give him a quick kiss and his smile grows before he explains, “There’s this spot at around two-minutes, thirty seconds where the honey badger takes on a king cobra, and the narrator says, Honey Badger don’t care. Honey Badger smacks the shit out of it! And that was it. Everyone changed my name.”
“Because you’re ruthless,” I whisper, tracing his lips. He shivers and bites my finger.
“Yep. Those guys know I’m in it to win it, no matter the danger of the mission.”
Worry wafts uninvited into my brain and I don’t want to know more. What if he does horrible things? What if I just gave myself to a criminal…
I can’t ask him.
I don’t want to be rude.
“Do you hurt people?”
Oops. I can’t help but wince at my lack of conviction.
He reaches for my hand and kisses my palm before saying, in a voice so very low and deep, “Only the people who deserve it.”
“Who deserves it?” I lay my head on his chest. “Or do I even want to know? I’m scared to ask!”
His lungs shake under my cheek as he chuckles. He flips me over and lays on top of me, smoothing my hair from my face so he can see my eyes. “We save people. The Ciphers fight battles for those who can’t. It’s dirty and ugly, but we’re on the right side of the war.”
I gaze up at him with relief softening my features. “Like Robin Hoods?”
“Yeah,” he grunts, parting my legs with his knees, his erection pressing into my thigh and gaining in size by the second. “Like him and his crew. Only we’re taking away misery and pain, and giving people a fresh start.” He glances to the side and mutters, “Huh, that sounds pretty eloquent. Gotta tell Jett about it.” He slips a finger inside me and locks hooded eyes with mine. “I love your moans. Keep that shit up.”
I laugh and almost tease him about going from eloquent to barbaric but his cock stole my voice. He feels so good inside me. Filling me in a way I didn’t know I needed. My clit pulses with hunger, loving the way he moves. My legs hook around his hips and I grab his shoulders. He winces and I see the claw marks. “Did I do that?”
He chuckles and answers me with a kiss, moving into a rhythm that makes my brain mushy. Pinning my arms, he rises up and relishes my reactions, which are anything but quiet.
He grabs me up and sits me on his lap while still fucking me. His thighs are insanely powerful, pushing us both off the bed as he hammers lightening bolts of pleasure into my core.
I whimper and I lace my fingers into his long hair, kissing him, and we pant into each other’s lips in between kisses. His hands feel so good on my body. How they’re exploring me like he can’t get enough. The masculine scent of him is driving me insane! When he groans, my tummy clenches and warmth pools out everywhere. He flips us over and drives into me, desperately kissing me as he thickens near orgasm.
He stops moving, searches my eyes and winces. “I forgot the condom.” Rapidly, before fear has a chance to set hold, he rasps, “I haven’t been with anyone in five years. I’ve been tested. I’m good. You’re safe.”
My chest twists and I grab his face, kissing him. “Stay inside me. I want to feel you cumming inside me.”
He blinks at me, struggling. “Meg…”
“What?”
“If you get pregnant, I’m throwing you over my shoulder and raising that kid by your side. Even if you don’t want me there. My buddy Jett just had a little girl and I want a kid so bad it hurts. I won’t force you to be with me. I’d never do that. But I will force you to let me be a part of my kid’s life.”
I’m staring at him, stunned even more than when he told me he’d searched for me. “I think you’re getting ahead of yourself.”
We’re frozen on the bed, with him still inside me and still quite hard. Not all the way stiff, his trunk is getting a little confused at the moment.
“No, I’m not. If it happens you’ve gotta know what kind of a man I’ll be.”
“You’re not going to force me to be with you?” I ask in a leading way, hoping he understands how crazy that sounds. One, he’s inside my body so clearly I’m attracted to him. And there is no need for a two.
“I’m not some crazy mo
therfucking stalker. I won’t make you do anything. BUT, if this…” he starts rocking in and out of me, regaining his erection by the millisecond. His voice is deeper as he grunts, “…creates a little baby then I want to be around. I want to raise it. I have a whole family who will help.”
He just melted me.
A family who could help?
He means his motorcycle club.
It’s an unconventional family but it’s better than the one I have…which is none. My parents are off traveling the world doing Missionary work. They left when I finished high school and put the house in my name. But since I’m an only child, that leaves me with a lot of holidays spent at friend’s homes. Where they have families, or special someones, or children. Or all three.
I lace my fingers into his hair and kiss him. “I don’t know you. But I want to get to know you. And if you would promise such a thing, then why don’t you stop talking and get on with it?”
His dark eyes glitter with excitement. “You want a kid?”
“I want lots of kids.”
Honey Badger wraps me in his arms and starts moving like I just put fuel in his empty tank. Our kisses are intense, both of us letting the moment take away all logic, all reason, all fear.
I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I can’t wait to find out. If this man is anything, he’s exciting.
Meg
Sneaking back to the front desk my pretty costume looks as it did when I led him to his suite, but my hair will never be the same again. I combed it with my fingers and couldn’t find half the pins that held it, so now it’s not period-style in the slightest.
“Margaret!” Carla calls to me, rushing over. “There were people here trying to check out and in and it was absolute chaos! Where were you?”
“Ummm…fixing some plumbing?”
She blinks at me and throws her hands on ample hips. “I wish you’d left a note. Yesterday you at least asked me if you could take off. I handled it, but I was supposed to be off work an hour ago!”
Wincing I tilt my head with a sincere, “I’m sorry you had to stay, Carla. I should have told you. It was… an unexpected explosion.”
“Everything alright now?”
“Yes, er…turns out the guest was a plumber. Everything’s better now.”
Already heading for the door she nods while digging for her keys in the pocket of her wool coat. “I’ve been wearing this so long I’ve got heat comin’ out my eyeballs!”
I know the feeling.
Scanning her telltale scrawl on the guest log I discover no evidence of hurry, her hand steady when she dotted the i’s and crossed the t’s. She’s probably being dramatic about how frenzied it was. There is only one check-in, and it was a phone registration. And nobody has checked out.
Rolling my eyes I relax and let the guilt go.
His deep voice suddenly coming up behind me sends shivers into my skin. “Meg, when do you get off work?”
I cannot stop smiling. “I have to be here one more hour.”
“Wanna sleep in my room?” My chest caves in and he notices my disappointment. “What’d I say?”
“Maybe take me out to dinner?”
His frown deepens like he wants to punch his own head. “Shit. Yeah. Let’s eat.”
A half-laugh, half snort escapes me, but I know he’s trying and it’s pretty cute how blunt and gruff he is. “Okay. I’d like that.”
“Wherever you wanna go. Name it. How about here?” With both hands he points to his crotch.
I swat them away. “Stop it!”
He smirks and takes a step nearer. “I’ll be back here in an hour.”
“I have to change first. I can’t wear this.”
“I’ll take you to your house. Wait while you fix yourself up.”
“On your motorcycle?”
“Too cold. I’ll drive your car.”
“Presumptive of you, dontcha think?”
“Yup. See you in an hour.” He heads up the stairs for his room without looking back. And I can’t stop watching him leave. Oh yeah, keep walking like that, Honey Badger. Yum.
Him clothed only reminds me now of what he looked like naked. Thick everywhere. Not a feminine molecule in him. I used to think pretty boys were hot, but now? Not so much.
When an hour passes and he’s not here I begin to believe I dreamed him up. I go so far as touching the antique staircase’s handrail to knock on his door, but decide I’m not that type of girl. When fifteen minutes passes I collect my things and slowly walk to the front door, feeling like I have no other choice but to make him wait, too. But I really don’t want to leave.
When I hear, “Meg!” my chest fills with happy oxygen and I spin around.
His hair is clean and waving behind him as he makes quick strides down the steps. He’s got dark blue jeans on now and a thick, black sweater, with the same black boots and Ciphers leather jacket.
He’s spinning his hair into a man-bun and tying it in place as he nears me, eyes locked on mine.
The world slows down.
As shy exhilaration takes hold of me, my lips part.
His eyes never leave my gaze even when the door opens and a crowd tidal-waves into the hotel with snow trailing in behind them. Icy air whips against the back of my body, so cold my breath hitches. Or is it because of him that I can no longer breathe?
He stops in front of me as though there is no one else in the room. The patrons start to ask me a question but see that something is happening between me and this man, and they decide not to interrupt, heading away and whispering.
“I fell asleep.”
I nod in a dazed way. “Oh.”
“Then I wanted to smell good for you.”
A smile spreads out from deep within my core, and I lean in to smell his freshly washed skin, kissing his neck before I look into his eyes and say, “You smell amazing.”
His olive complexion, tanned darker by years of lonely highway drives, flushes with a red tinge. He blinks to my hands and takes my keys. “Let’s go.”
I lace my arm through his and let him lead me out.
The two of us walking up Broad Street must make an interesting picture. Me, pink-lipped and rosy-cheeked with excited anticipation, dressed in a bonnet and gown – both out of style since 1892 and him like someone threw modern clothes on a man raised by wolves.
Quite a few heads turn.
Especially because I know so many of them.
I smile and nod to some, but when I can see they want to talk to me, I look at him and ignore their curiosity.
This is my life.
I get to have dinner with whomever I want.
As we near my car I glance to his intimidating profile. “You know where I parked?”
“Only to protect you,” he explains flatly, without fishing for gratitude.
He goes to the driver’s side and I start for the passenger’s. Then I decide, screw this, and clear my throat as he starts to get in.
Over the hood of my decade-old vehicle he locks eyes with me. He’s in the dark as to why I’m not getting in.
He did hit the button. My door is unlocked.
I clear my throat again.
“You sick?” he asks.
Stifling a laugh, I blink away toward the sky as tiny snowflakes drift into view. “No, I want you to open my door, like a man does for a woman.”
He blinks like one learning a new language, shuts his door and strolls around the back of the car, bits of white snow dotting his shiny, black hair. He grabs the door handle with so much strength I wouldn’t be surprised if it fell right off. His eyes drop to my nose. “A snowflake just landed here.” He touches it, then stares at my lips as I grow breathless again.
Honey Badger pulls me to him and kisses me softly, much more gently than when we kissed in the room. The tender pressing of his lips feels so sweet and intimate and I slip my arms around his neck and press my whole body into him. I can’t stop smiling as he pulls his head back to look at me, snowflakes danci
ng in the air around us.
“Meg, I’ll open every door for you…from now on until you die.”
“Oh, that’s so romantic,” I whisper, ignoring the reminder of my mortality. “Thank you.”
He guides me into the car and shuts it after I’ve tucked my costume inside. When he climbs in I ask, “You don’t know where I live, too, do you?”
He makes a face while firing up the engine. “Hell no. That’d be creepy as fuck.”
I stifle amusement and tell him which way to go.
Honey Badger
As she takes off her bonnet and shakes snow onto the porch, I look around and ask, “You own this place?”
“I do now, yes.”
The smile that just vanished tells me there’s a story behind that answer, but I don’t ask for more, because she’s hiding her face now as she unlocks the front door like she doesn’t want to talk about it. Fumbling with the key, she mutters a sound that might have been cussing but she held it back. Funny how a woman so violently passionate in the sack can also seem prudish.
I like puzzles.
I’m interested.
We walk into a small, two-story home that there’s no way she decorated. It looks like a grandma lives here. But then again, I know nothing about Meg, so maybe her taste is floral pastels and plastic over dining room tables, with doilies vomited everywhere. And I mean everywhere. A couple is fine, but the damn things are on every surface. Who the fuck knows? Maybe that’s her thing.
Sucking on my teeth I keep my mouth shut.
She heads for the stairs to the second story. “I’ll just be a few minutes. Do you mind if I quickly shower?”
“Take your time. I’ve got nowhere to be.”
She smiles, liking how I said that. We head in different directions, me scoping out the place, her with delicate footsteps growing quieter by the heartbeat.
The mantel over the fireplace has my full attention because of its photographs. Meg, at various stages in her life, smiles back at me. So fuckin’ cute. Tons of class photos framed, her white teeth beaming in each one, that red hair never the same style in any of ‘em. There’s a picture of her in skis when she’s about twelve, focused on the slope she’s getting ready to attack. One of her at prom with some dickwad. I know he tried to get under that hem at some point. I can see it in his eyes. And there she is holding onto him, none the wiser. Look at that corsage he bought her. It’s puny. Fuckin’ asshole.
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