by Jayne Blue
I leaned back, and Bo’s hands found my breasts. He caressed them over my thin t-shirt and a second later his rough hands had inched it up over my bra.
I was on fire as his lips teased my nipple through the fabric of my bra. I felt his hardness between my legs and wanted more. I knew exactly where I wanted this to go.
I was also scared. I needed to be honest with Bo. He needed to know.
“Bo.”
He froze. He told me I wasn’t safe with him but the second I said his name he stopped and listened to me. I couldn’t have felt safer.
“What is it, Wild Girl? Is this too fast? We can stop.”
“No, I don’t want to stop. I want …” I paused for a second. This was real talk. The realest I’d ever had.
“You can have whatever you want.” The way he said it was so damn sexy.
“I want you. But I have to tell you. I’ve never done this before.”
“What?” Bo leaned back on one arm. He processed what I said.
“Like, well, nothing. I’m completely new to all of it. I have zero experience in this department.”
Bo slid off me a little and pulled me over to him so instead of being underneath his massive body, I was sheltered by it.
“Do you want to? I don’t want to go too fast. Shit.”
“I do want to. And it doesn’t feel too fast.”
“We can take it slow. Or stop. Whatever feels right to you.”
“Bo, you feel right to me. I want it to be with you.”
I saw him take that in. I saw him swallow. It made me feel like he wasn’t taking this lightly. Or taking me for granted.
Bo turned to me and kissed me again, softly. My mouth now knew there was so much more where that came from.
“Bo, I want it to be now.” Something lit up in his eyes. I felt like it was just as important to him that I was honest as it was to me.
“We’re going to take it slow. Like I said. You want me to stop. I stop. Got it? You tell me what you like and what you don’t.”
“I like everything we’ve done. I just want more of it.”
Bo brushed my hair from my face and angled me back down to the blanket. He slowly peeled my shirt over my head. He scraped along my nipples with his fingers and slid the cups of my bra down. He kissed each breast: one, then the other. He used his fingers too.
I tried not to moan at the feel of it, but it was too good. I had no idea that this type of feeling even existed.
Bo trailed kisses down my chest and to my belly. He looked up at me as his he slid my skirt over my hips. I nodded okay.
This was all okay. More than okay. And way more than I imagined it could be.
I felt his hot breath on my most private place and gasped. He used his teeth to remove my panties. Then his tongue was inside me and I thought I was going to explode with the sensation. My hips moved up and down with the motion of his tongue.
And then slowly, very slowly, he reversed the process, climbing back up to me.
“I’ve got a rubber. So, you don’t have to worry.”
I hadn’t worried. I had a sponge. I was young, but I wasn’t dumb. I knew what I wanted. I had planned. And I had plans that didn’t include being pregnant at eighteen.
But Bo didn’t need to know any of that.
He kissed me again. I put my hands up and ran my fingers through his hair. His body was so hard, there wasn’t a soft place anywhere. I was all soft places. It felt natural to wrap my legs around his waist. He looked at me one more time and our eyes held.
Slowly he slid inside of me. A small motion each time. I felt a sharp pain, but it was gone as soon as it started.
“Okay, Wild Girl?”
I nodded. We hadn’t broken the gaze that held us together.
I was naked underneath him as he slowly moved in deeper. There was no more pain, only a craving. He matched my motion and soon we were moving together. He was inside me, around me, with me, all at the same time. He knew what to do but also let me wade into these waters my own way.
I slid my hands down his back and found his ass. He had a fucking amazing ass. Then something happened. Our motion became faster, I was grasping for something from him. Bo drove in deeper. I squeezed him to me. I moaned. I was all sensation and pleasure. I was completely swept away in the feelings and my response to him.
“Bo, oh my God.”
“Let go, let it happen.” And that was all I needed.
A feeling washed over me, through me. The intense waves climaxed inside me, my pleasure starting where he was touching my body and radiating through every cell. I was in awe. I had closed my eyes. Then I opened them to look at Bo. I hoped I’d done it right. It felt like I had. It felt like he loved it as much as I did.
“Was I okay? Is it okay?
“Honey, you did it perfect.” He kissed me. We were still connected. He was still inside me. A fact that was kind of amazing. I wasn’t a virgin anymore. And I couldn’t be happier at the how it had happened.
Bo pulled out. I felt sort of sad at that fact. I loved being connected to him this way. I loved being as close as two people could be.
“Are you cold?”
“I wasn’t, but …” Before I got the words out he had maneuvered me on his lap and had me in his strong arms. He wrapped his jacket around my naked body. It was enormous on me and came to my thighs.
“You look fucking edible in my jacket like this.”
I nuzzled into his strong chest and just let it all sink in. I had given myself to Bo Parker. And I was pretty sure I got way more in return. I had friends who cried about the disappointment of their first time. Or worse. My first time was on my terms and if all men were like Bo, well, all women would be happy as hell. I was convinced of that.
Bo held me in his arms. We looked out on the water and across to Port Az. I was so in a hurry to leave this place.
I was so looking forward to the future. I spent a lot of mental energy planning what was going to happened next. But the right now, right here, things were pretty perfect.
“When do I need to get you home, Wild Girl? I don’t want to get on the wrong side of your family on day one.”
“I lied. I told mom and Papus that you’d be dropping me off at a friend’s house after our date and spending the night there.”
“Oh, and I’m the outlaw?” He kissed me on the nose.
He was an outlaw. And he was mine.
I was in love with Bo. Everything about him.
I didn’t want this night to end.
And all of a sudden I didn’t want the summer to end.
I pushed those thoughts out of my head.
The here was perfect and I didn’t need to ruin it by thinking about what came next.
6
Bo
* * *
Her body was so lush, so soft, and so responsive to every touch I gave her.
As I held her in my arms, I felt a shift. It had happened once before in my life. A time when I could clearly see that there was a change of course. I knew that the path I was on would going to make things different than before.
There was before and after I joined The Dark Saints.
And now there was before and after I had Lyric.
She had my fucking heart in her hands.
I always guarded the soft parts of me. I kept them behind so many walls I was sure they had withered away. I knew I had deep love, respect, and connection to the club but I thought they occupied the only space I had for those feelings.
Lyric cracked that all wide open. It was more than I could process on that moonlit night.
I put my lips on her head. I had never been anyone’s first before. I’d been with a lot of women who knew a thing or two or twenty.
Lyric’s innocence was mixed with an honesty. And there was also something wild in her, like her name.
I wanted to know about her. I wanted her to know about me. It was fucking real.
“What language is Papus, what does that mean?”
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�It’s grandpa, a gypsy word for grandpa.”
“So, we have an outlaw and a gypsy here?”
“I guess so, Texas and Romanian connection.” She laughed at that and put her palm on mine. We interlaced our fingers.
“I knew you were different. It’s the gypsy. That’s fucking sexy.”
“Really?”
“You’re kidding right? You’re just as dangerous as I am.”
“Oh, yeah, eighteen, high school grad, and dangerous to know.” She giggled at that. It was almost like music, her laugh.
“You’ve got a good laugh.”
“A little too low and dorky but, thank you. What were you doing four years ago? Where did you go to high school?”
“GED when I was 17. Then, by the time I was twenty, I finished a carpentry apprenticeship. All by order of The Dark Saints.”
“Why carpentry?”
“It’s what I like to do. The MC has its share of auto-mechanics, machinists, a couple of electricians, even an HVAC guy. E.Z. and Bear, they’re the bosses, and they want the younger guys to have skills, other than busting heads.”
“You have that too.”
“Yeah, my main purpose in life.”
“I’d say you have another purpose.” She blushed. I dug that about Lyric. She said what was on her mind. Even though she seemed to shock herself with what came out half the time.
“I agree.” I lifted her up so I could kiss her again. I wanted her bad, now, but I had to remember this was new to her. I wanted to go at her pace. But with Lyric the kiss, every kiss, had me revved up.
I relaxed my grip. Talking was good too. We should talk. That’s what normal fucking people did.
“I’m working on fixing the building I live in now.”
“How so?”
“Getting it ready to rent out. I do the rough framing of the units, and other guys do their thing to finish it. It’s a rent-free deal.”
“A biker skilled tradesman? You’re full of surprises. See, you could have told me this was a carpentry injury.”
She lifted my hand and gently kissed the scraped knuckles. It was the sweetest, most gentle thing anyone had ever done to me. I was so unused to gentle it wrenched my heart open.
I kissed her again. Having her nearly nude on my lap wasn’t helping the slowed down pace I wanted to give her.
She was good at saying what was on her mind. I figured that was the way to go with what I was thinking. Honesty.
“Look, I want to take you again. Right now. Unless you put some clothes on I can’t concentrate.”
“Actually, what about a dip?”
“That will not slow things down.”
“Maybe the water will cool things down?”
She stood up. She took my jacket off and flung it towards me.
I watched as Lyric walked confidently into the surf. Her hair was an explosion of curls. Her skin the moonlight looked like caramel was poured over her body. She turned back and looked at me as she waded in deeper and deeper.
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
The “taking it slow” plan was fucked. I stripped down too and followed her.
I caught her in my arms and she squealed as we both let the water wash over us. Her body, slick against mine, was fucking amazing.
We both went under the water. I kept her close. Her legs wrapped around me. Her soft breasts were on my chest. Slowly, she positioned herself on top of me and I saw her eyes open wide.
“This? Oh my God,” she said.
“You like that?” I asked her, and she nodded. There weren’t any words to say. I felt her tight around me. I positioned us on the surf. She was on top of me on the sand and the water washed over us.
“Find your way,” I said to her. It was all I needed to say. I leaned back and put my hands on her hips. She moved with the water, with the waves, with the breeze. If ever a woman was made to fit me, she was it. Or maybe I was made to fit her?
If the first time was special, unique, even spectacular, the second time with Lyric Wilde was mind-blowing. I watched her move, I drank in her expression. I was hypnotized by the water running in rivers on and around us.
And I lost control. I could no more slow this down than stop a moving train. We inched up farther toward shore; I needed firm beach around me. She moved and swayed and it was beyond my fucking dirtiest dreams. I flipped us over on the sand and pounded in like the waves.
I couldn’t hold back, even though I’d tried to.
“Yes, Bo. More. Please!” She was okay with all of me. I wanted all of her.
My release inside of her warm body was the closest thing to a religious experience I’d ever had. This was more than sex, this was more than fucking her, this was everything.
She shuddered in my arms.
She’d found the same feeling, I hoped. It seemed like it.
I held her tightly and we kissed again. For a long time. Until I realized, that even in the Texas summer night, we were getting chilled. The idea of her being even remotely uncomfortable – cold, hungry, or anything else – when I could fix it, made me move fast.
“Come on.”
I dragged on my jeans and scooped up the stuff from the beach with one hand and grabbed hers with the other.
“Where?”
“I’ve got the key,” I said. We ducked inside.
It was dark. There was two windows out to the bay. There was also a cot. I remembered that I had a bedroll on my bike to get. We’d be somewhat comfortable with that.
“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” I got what I needed from my bike and came back to find Lyric in my t-shirt. It barely covered her round little ass and I forgot my name for a minute. Lyric busied herself lighting an old-fashioned oil lamp.
“This place is perfect.”
“You’re pretty comfortable lighting that ancient lamp. For one so young, that is.”
“My job is knowing how old stuff works. Maybe that’s why we get along.”
“My 22-year old ass is going to kick yours.”
I trapped her in my arms against the wall of the boathouse.
“You’re fast. Not fair!”
“Yep.” I kissed her again. I’d never been into drugs of any kind. But the word addicted was popping into my head. I was quickly becoming addicted to her taste, the feel of her skin in my hands, and being close to Lyric.
I lifted her off her feet and she held on to me.
“Can we stay here until the sunrise?”
“We can. We’ll have total privacy. And we have cheese, if you remember.”
“And bread,” she said.
“Yep. You made me hungry.”
A pout formed on her lips.
“I’m going to bite that lip.” Her pout was enough to do me in.
“I just realized you never said chocolate.”
“You forget, cookies.” I produced the cookies. They were chocolate chip.
“Aha! Then we really never have to leave.” She by-passed the rest of the food and took a cookie from my hand.
I spread the sleeping bag out on the cot and we settled in together.
She fit in the crook of my arm. She fit me like a glove.
We talked, we shared the food, and she fell asleep in my arms.
I’d never let a woman do that. I never wanted a woman to occupy that much space or time in my life.
That was before Lyric.
I didn’t want to think about before Lyric.
And I sure didn’t want to think about what it would be like if she was falling asleep in someone else’s arms.
Lyric and The Dark Saints. If I had those two things, I was pretty sure I had everything.
7
Lyric
* * *
Just like that, I was in love. It was easy to say I was too young. It was easy to say I didn’t know anything about life. Those things were true, I suppose. I just knew I wanted to be with Bo every second of every day. I thought about him when we weren’t together. Nothing was inter
esting to me but him.
I spent the first week avoiding telling mom and Papus much. I worked at the store and as soon as I could get to Bo, I did.
Finally, my mother stopped me again on my way out.
“Look, you’re in love with this boy, this biker?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“I can tell.”
“We need to meet him.”
“I don’t know how you’ll react to him, or how he’ll react to you. He’s not like a high school boy, you know?”
“I wish I did but you don’t bring him around here. You know, you’re going to be on your own in college soon. I won’t see you for months at a time. I have to trust you to do the right things for you. So I haven’t pushed you to introduce him.”
“I appreciate that.”
“Here comes the mom part. Are you being safe?”
“You talked to me a good long time about that. And yes.”
I told my mom about the precautions we took, Bo and me.
“Good. That’s something.” I could see her soften a little. She was worried, I understood that.
“He needs to meet Papus and me.”
“Really?”
“How long is this going to go on? Are you going to put him in your suitcase and take him to college?”
“I haven’t really thought that far. I just want to be with him and have my summer. You know?”
“I know. Let me just say this. Don’t do anything permanent. You will go to college. You will meet other boys. Or maybe you have a long-distance thing. Whatever is right for you.”
“Sure.”
“Just keep your future open, like it is now. That’s all. You know I know what I’m talking about.”
“I know.” I hugged her.
“Okay, so how about next Sunday night? The shop will be closed. You can bring this biker for dinner, Chicken Paprikash.”
“What about Papus?”
“His bark is bigger than his bite.”
“Uh, I think his bite is pretty big.”
“You’re right. We’ve got a week to get him used to the idea. I’ll make sure he has a cocktail. That will put him to sleep early.” I laughed with her. Bo had become the center of my universe. But mom and Papus were my roots. I knew it was right that they should meet.