by Lynn Burke
Once the men left, I made my way to the office and leaned against the door jamb, arms crossed.
A smile curved Mel’s full lips, but she didn’t lift her attention from the paperwork on her desk. “How’s it going?”
“Good. Are you getting some work done?”
“Yes, thank God.” She tipped her head my way, and that damn possessive lust shot through my chest. “I really appreciate your helping me out.”
“I appreciate you giving me a place to crash.”
Her attention dropped to my lips, and I smirked. “I would have let you stay even if you hadn’t agreed to work for me.”
“Why’s that?” I had no intention of prying, because I didn’t really want to go there, but it seemed my mouth had issues with discretion.
“Why’s that,” she murmured in echo, lifting her gaze back to my eyes. “I haven’t quite decided yet, but I can’t seem to keep my mind off you.”
I strode across her office and spun her chair around to face me. Leaning down, I placed my hands on the armrests and peered into her impassioned eyes. “I feel the same fucking way, and I don’t know what to do about it.”
“You could always kiss me,” she said with a saucy tilt of her head and lips.
I accepted her invitation and then some, devouring her mouth, but I couldn’t get enough. Dropping to my knees between her legs, I cradled her head in my hands and took complete control, groaning as she scooted closer and pressed her chest against me.
“Fuck, do I want you,” I growled against her mouth.
“Shut the office door,” she murmured and licked my lower lip.
I didn’t need to be told twice.
Mel crooked a finger when I turned from locking the door.
I had every intention of bending her over the desk, but as I drew near, she grabbed my belt buckle and yanked me close. “I want your cock in my mouth.”
“Fuck, yes.”
Her fingers shook while trying to undo the buckle, but I held still, allowing her to take what she wanted. She reached into my leathers and pulled my cock free. Her tongue swiped over her lower lip as she leaned forward.
“Goddamn,” I groaned as her lips closed around me. Threading my fingers through her long locks, I held on for dear fucking life as she bottomed out against my base, my cock down her throat. “Do you like having my cock in your mouth?”
I cursed again as she swallowed and backed off, cheeks hollowed, the hot suction of her mouth taking me to the edge so damn quick I felt like a teenager again.
Mel dug her fingers into my ass and took me deep again, right down her fucking throat.
“You’re going to make me blow in a matter of seconds,” I said, my voice tight as my balls.
She backed off and smiled, looking up at me through her lashes. “Blow away,” she mumbled around my mushroom head.
“Fuck.” I held her head and thrust, shoving my cock into her wet mouth, her tongue lathing, coaxing the ache in my balls to release. “I’m going to shoot my cum down your throat, and you’re going to swallow every drop I give you.”
She moaned around me, and I gave over to the need to come, bucking my hips, loving every scrape of her teeth and swirl of her tongue.
My balls seized, and I slammed down her throat a handful of times until cum shot up through my cock. She swallowed, sucking down every drop just like I’d told her to do.
Knees going weak and sucking wind, I pulled her mouth off me and yanked her up into my arms. I kissed her hard, not giving two shits that remnants of my cum coated her lips.
Fucking mine, and that’s all there is to it.
****
I could taste the sexual tension between us all damn night. We worked the bar together from about five o’clock on, and every brush of her fingertips, heated glance, and suggestive smile raced need through me. Being buried balls deep in her soaked, tight pussy was all I could think about.
Silent curses rang in my head damn near all night long, and until she finally locked the front door, I wanted to fuck her against the nearest wall.
Restraint, I told myself, thinking about how I wanted her sprawled out on her bed, thighs wide, pink pussy glistening.
She flicked the lights and sauntered toward me through the dim light from the streetlight a ways down the road. “Fuck here or upstairs?” she asked, running her palms up over my chest.
I grabbed her hand and turned toward the office without a word. Anticipation sped through me worse than the night I’d lost my virginity at fourteen.
I ripped off my shirt and kicked off my boots the second we walked through the apartment door. Into the bedroom, lights flicked on, and I turned Mel into my arms. “I want you naked and on the bed. You’ve got five seconds, or I’m going to tear these clothes off you.”
“Promise?”
“Four…” I pushed off my leathers and stood naked before I reached one.
She’d pulled her shirt off, revealing a black lacy bra, and got as far as shimmying her tight jeans and panties to her ankles before I picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. Her smirk egging me on, I yanked off her boots and jeans.
I leaned over her body, my breath against her ear. “Bend over the edge of the bed. Ass in the air.”
Her breath caught, her wide eyes locked on my face as I backed away.
“Now, little girl.”
She scooted to the edge of the bed and flipped over, showing off her gorgeous ass.
I rubbed a hand over one rounded cheek as her feet settled on the floor, my heart thumping in my chest. “You’ve been teasing me all damn day.”
“Mmm.”
“I think a little punishment is in order.” I swung, my palm slapping on the side of her ass I’d been caressing.
Mel jolted and squeaked.
“Too much?”
“No.” She breathed the word like a fucking horny-as-hell siren.
I spanked her again.
She wiggled her ass at me as my handprints rose in red across her pale globes.
“Little minx.” I let loose with a half-dozen unrestrained swats, pleased to see her lower lip between her teeth, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. “On your back,” I said, my voice rasping with the need coursing through my blood.
Studying my face, she obeyed like a good little girl, wincing while scooting her backside across the sheets.
“I’m going to lick every inch of this sweet pussy,” I said, crawling between her legs and wrapping my arms around her thighs and holding her tight.
“Yes,” she whispered, trying to lift her pussy toward my face.
Breathing deep filled my lungs with her tangy scent, and my mouth flooded with drool. “I’m going to eat you out until you come all over my tongue.”
Mel tried to lift her hips again with a moan, and I ran my tongue from her asshole to her clit.
“You taste so fucking good.” I repeated the action, pausing to circle the hole of her pussy, lapping at the moisture dripping from her. “So wet…”
“All your fault,” she said with a gasp as I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue.
I pressed a finger deep into her tight channel, rubbing the pad of my finger lightly over her g-spot. “I do this to you, little girl. I make you this way.”
“God, yes.” She arched her back and wiggled her hips.
Grinning, I removed my finger from her sopping pussy and ate her out like I’d promised—every inch, exploring every valley and hole, licking, nibbling, and sucking on her flesh until she bucked beneath me.
“I’m going to come!”
“Give it to me.” I plunged my tongue into her tight pussy and rubbed her clit between two fingers.
She grasped my head, and her thighs held me captive in their tight grip. “God! Nicky!”
A rush of moisture swept over my tongue and dripped off my chin. I growled against the throb in my balls and thrust my aching cock into the mattress while lapping up every trace of her cum.
“Please…” She writhed beneath my hold,
and I finally tore my attention from her swollen folds, kissing my way up over her pubic bone to her belly button. “I need you. Please.”
She stared up at me with those damn whiskey-kissed eyes, and a fucking sledgehammer-like blow knocked the breath from me.
Too horny to think too much on the feeling, I grabbed a condom from the bed stand where I’d thrown them the night before and sheathed myself in record time. The second I settled between her thighs again, she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me close.
Although I wanted to slam into the hilt with one vicious thrust, I slid in slow and easy, giving her time to adjust to my girth in case she was sore from the night before.
“Oh my God.” She arched her back, pressing her breasts against me, and I licked my way up her exposed neck while rocking into her tight heat. “So damn good,” she breathed, her heels digging into my ass and hands clasping my back.
I nibbled her jaw bone to her ear and sucked her lobe between my teeth, her pussy clamping and releasing with every slow thrust of my hips. In and out, gentle glides of pure friction. The thought of having her without a condom between us rose to mind, and I decided I’d have her bare, her juices coating my cock, my cum shooting deep inside of her.
My balls tightened, and I growled my appreciation of the thought into her neck while thrusting a little harder.
“Yes.” Her nails dug into the muscles lining my spine.
I angled my hips and ground my pelvis against her clit with every deep thrust.
Mel moaned beneath me, and rather than hold her still, I planked on my elbows and gave her freedom to move. She lifted her hips to meet me, but I couldn’t go deep enough. I wanted inside of her head. Her heart.
“Look at me.”
Her long lashes fluttered open, and I felt myself drowning in the passion pouring from her gorgeous eyes.
We stared at each other, her lips parted with each panted breath. Everything disappeared from my mind but Mel and her hold on my body, every upward thrust of her hips as I slid into her pussy over and over again.
My chest ached like a motherfucker but in the best way possible. At a loss for words, I lowered myself against her sweat-dampened body and kissed her with every bit of passion coursing through me. Buried myself balls deep inside of her again and again.
She tore her lips from mine, panting for breath. “I’m going to come.”
I worked my arm beneath her ass and angled my hips to take her deeper. “Take me with you,” I said, grinding my pelvis against her clit.
“Oh fuck!” She shrieked, her pussy clamping around me.
My balls fucking exploded, and I hollered her name, slamming into her with erratic thrusts as spurt after spurt of cum shot into the condom while she continued to spasm around my length.
“Shit,” I growled on the last thrust and collapsed on top of her.
A shudder rippled down through her body, and my cock jerked as she squeezed her inner muscles. She went limp beneath me, her arms falling from my back, heels slipping down the backs of my thighs.
“Good and truly wrecked,” she whispered, a smile in her voice.
Face buried in her neck, I couldn’t help but think the same thing.
Mel
Nicky and I fell into a comfortable pattern a hell of a lot quicker than I expected. Morning sex, coffee, and toast, then down to the bar to clean up from the night before since we’d been too anxious to get to bed once I locked up.
We worked well alongside each other behind the bar, and the locals quickly seemed to accept him as a permanent fixture by the end of the week.
I wanted more, though. Working thirteen hours a day every day had been all fine and well until Nicky came along. We’d managed to grab a couple of short rides on his Harley, and each and every one had me ready to ride his cock the second we got back to the apartment.
Work always called, though.
When I put a help wanted sign in the window, Nicky didn’t question me. Neither did Kelly. While she still shot eye rolls my way, she told me after a week of seeing how Nicky watched me that she approved. I wouldn’t have given a shit if she hadn’t, though.
Nicky was it for me. Don’t know how the hell I knew it or even when the truth solidified in my brain, but he belonged to me. I belonged to him, too, but he didn’t know it yet.
Suzi came in and had lunch with him once after he begged—or so he claimed. She looked a mess. Run down and drugged out. Sick as hell.
If she didn’t get help, I feared she’d end up like her mom, and while it wasn’t my business, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.
Curled up and facing Nicky, our heads sharing a pillow, I decided to hell with it. “We need to get Suzie some help.”
“I’ve told her twice I would pay for rehab.”
My brow rose. “What’d she say?”
“No, both times, even though I’ve told her she’s going to end up like her mother.”
“What did she think about your ideas for fixing up her house?”
“She complained about money and brushed off my offer to pay.”
He’d told me a couple days earlier that he planned to offer to paint the exterior, fix up the yard, and re-do the entire interior—once all of Ellen’s junk found its way into dumpsters. After hearing him explain the squalor Suzie lived in, my heart had melted at his desire to help her.
“Saw Sheriff Elliott talking your ear off earlier tonight,” I said. “Is he still hounding you to help him?”
“Yes.” Nicky heaved a slow breath. “Sometimes the guilt over my old life hits me like a shitload of bricks, and I’m tempted to spill my guts.”
“Why don’t you?” I asked, running my hand over his bearded jaw, the soft whiskers tickling my palm.
“If the Gliders ever found out I let the law in on brotherhood secrets, I’d be force-fed enough lead to open a bullet factory.”
A shiver slid along my spine. Unsure what to say, I leaned in and pressed my lips lightly to his.
He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer, our bodies touching from chest to toes. His warmth seeped through my skin, and I wanted to bury myself inside of him, latch on forever.
“Sometimes I feel like I can’t get close enough.” I heard myself say the thought I’d had more than once.
“Yes.” He kissed me again, his soft, full lips and sweet breath sending shivers over my bare skin. “I can’t get enough of you, Mel.”
I pulled my head back so I could see his sated blue eyes in the light of the lamp I’d left on. “I can’t get enough of you either.”
“That’s a good thing, right?”
The first hint of insecurity I’d heard or seen from him. Big, brawny man with a dominant nature wondering about us with uncertainty.
I smiled. “It’s a great thing.”
His slow smile warmed me through. “When’s the new girl start?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Think she’ll be okay to take an afternoon shift alone later this week?”
“Should be. Why?”
“A day of freedom. I want you on the back of my Harley, and we’re going across the Kancamagus Highway.”
“God, I haven’t been over there for years. Can we stop at the waterfalls and dip our toes in?”
He squeezed me tight. “We can stop wherever the hell you want. I just want you on my bike with the wind whipping around us.”
I snuggled against him like I’d done every night since that first night he came to my bed. Breathing in his subtle cologne and the scent of pure male, I realized I’d gone from being wrecked to being in love. Would he believe me if I told him after so short a time, though?
“Too fast, too old,” Mom had said after having us over for breakfast the day before, but she knew I would do whatever the hell I wanted. “Just be careful,” she’d whispered as I hugged her goodbye.
I knew what she’d meant. My father had stopped in town and hung around long enough to get what he wanted from my mom before jetting off to God knows where.
“Men don’t buy the cow if they get to milk it for free,” she’d continued on in my ear.
I had rolled my eyes and peeled myself out of her arms. “Gotta go open up the bar, Mom.”
She’d let me go, fluttering her fingers at Nicky.
“What are you thinking about?” Nicky asked, drawing me back to the present.
“My mom thinks you’re too old for me,” I blurted.
“I am.”
“Bullshit.” I snuggled in closer. “Age doesn’t matter.”
“It does if you plan on settling down someday and having children.”
I snorted. “If I ever say I want to have kids, shoot me.”
His sudden chuckle rumbled in his chest squished against my face.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’ve never heard someone your age sound so adamant about not having kids.”
“God.” I shuddered while memories of the toddler time at the library came to mind. “I used to help my mom out in the children’s library. No. Thank. You.”
He laughed again, and I soaked in the rare sound. Once he quieted, he ran his fingers through my hair. “You might change your mind someday.”
That hint of insecurity laced his low voice again, and I pulled back to look him full in the face. “As God as my witness, I never have, nor shall I ever want children of my own.” I popped an eyebrow up. “Clear enough?”
His eyes twinkled in the dim light. “Crystal.”
“Good. Now that’s settled, kiss me again.”
He groaned but obeyed. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured not for the first time against my lips, and I smiled.
****
Four days later found me on the back of Nicky’s Harley, new leather pants and jacket hugging my curves. He’d gone to the Harley shop in Conway the day before and brought home gifts.
The apartment was cramped as it was with all of his bins stuffed here and there. He hadn’t mentioned his place above the drug store, but it was supposed to be available the following week.
I didn’t want him to leave. The thought of being alone again every night pinged my chest in a very unpleasant, shitty way. Sure, we’d hinted at a future, but we had yet to discuss anything.
The wind whipped around us, just like Nicky had promised, and I closed my eyes, breathing in the scents of spring, woods, and fresh air. Harley rumbling beneath us, we slowly made our way up the Kancamagus Highway, stopping at every pull off to cut the engine and enjoy the views.