Love: In the Fast Lane

by Rie Warren

  “Oh God,” Leelee whimpered.

  “Oh fuck,” Cat moaned, her hand slipping up the column of my cock. Throwing her leg over mine, she straddled me in one swift motion. Her tongue snaked across my lips and sneaked inside my mouth.

  We picked up the grinding where we’d left off on the dance floor. She was hot between her legs, her pussy pressed against me. Her hips moved in a sinuous dance. My cock throbbing with every motion, I grabbed her waist and slid her back.

  “Cat.”

  Her gaze hit mine with heat that reverberated all the way to my cock. A pulse of precome dripped down my aching shaft, and it was so intense I felt it melt down to the base of my dick.

  “I need you.” My whisper was more growl than voice.

  Her hands tightened on my biceps. “Not here.”

  Like I was going to fuck her in a garage. We’d save that for the second date. “My house.”

  She scrambled to her feet, staying out of Josh and Leelee’s line of vision. “Now.”

  “Promise not to hit me this time?” I gripped the nape of her neck.

  “What about scratching?”

  All down my back. Hell fucking God yes, Wildcat.

  Chapter Seven

  Sex, Lies, and Tats

  BURSTING FREE OF BAY FIVE, Cat hurried to head off Brodie and Boomer at the pass, and I went to sniff out Viper. I’d wrangled the dog and almost crashed into Cat when I reentered The Pit. I grabbed her to me, desperate to get my mouth back on hers but even more desperate to get the hell out of there.

  When I backed away without making a move, Cat laughed. “What? Afraid of what my brothers are going to do to you?”

  “Let me just ask this: does Brodie by chance own a pair of brass knuckles?”

  “Maybe.” She winked, winding her arm through mine. “But don’t worry. No one’s going to fuck up your pretty face.”

  When she pressed up to kiss me, the lush feel of her lips overwhelmed me, sending a rush of electric arousal down my stomach until my muscles tightened. I had no choice but to lay my hands on her perfect ass and squeeze.

  Viper whined, nosing between us. Greedy bitch. And when we broke apart, the Brothers Grim glared ice picks into my skull. Moments later, Josh strutted in with Leelee beside him. He was full of brag and bluster while she smiled shyly and blushed. Her wavy strawberry blonde hair was so obviously sex-mussed.

  With his arm around Leelee’s shoulders, Josh swaggered up. “You headin’ out?”

  “Yeah.” I chewed the corner of my mouth to hide my grin.

  My best bud took in my arm locked around Cat’s waist. “I see.”

  “Yup.”

  On the other hand, Cat seemed to be oblivious. Her attention was on Leelee as she helped to straighten her hair. I figured we better get out of there quick before our hot-heavy moment turned into a ladies bathroom break.

  “So . . .” Josh dangled the phrase.

  Viper, still feeling left out, stuck her head between Cat’s hips and mine, panting a mile a minute.

  Rolling his eyes, Josh dragged Viper from between my woman and me. Viper’s claws screeched on the concrete. She sent me sad puppy dog eyes.

  “We’ll take the mutt for the night. Least we can do, right, bro?” Josh growled at Viper when she growled at him.

  “Oh yes! How is the sweet girl with kittens?” Leelee asked.

  “Kittens? You mean The Hell Cat.” Josh grumbled about Leelee’s calico, Mews.

  Smacking her fan against Josh’s shoulder, she said, “We’ll just keep Mews in the bedroom for the duration.”

  Josh shuffled me aside. “Listen, man, if I’m gonna be getting goddamn cat claws down my back tonight, you better be getting Wildcat claws down yours.”

  That was exactly my plan. “Solid.”

  We man-hugged, and then Cat and I were free.

  Placing a spare helmet on my head, I straddled her Hog behind her. I’d pick my Jeep up tomorrow, next week, never . . . who the fuck cared?

  We flew through the night, roaring out of Mt. Pleasant proper on the way to Awendaw. The traffic lightened. The surrounds dissolved from built-up businesses and subdivisions to miles and miles of forest that became a fast moving blur beside us. The sheer velocity of the ride was as invigorating as the strength in Cat’s thighs clamped between mine. I could just make out the smile on her lips whenever she hit a curve in the road. Her hair lashed wildly back creating the perfect place on her neck for me to nuzzle warm skin. Sitting on the Harley, the engine screaming like a banshee beneath us, there was no better place to be.

  With an echoing roar through the forest, we pulled up in front of my house.

  My heart pounded with the thrill of the ride. I slid off the bike and took off my helmet. “Where’d you learn to hammer down like that?”

  “Comes with the Steele territory.”

  “Like the ink?”

  The radiant smile on her face shut down faster than the engine cutting off.

  “Hey.”

  Cat lifted her chin, staring into the night in front of her. I peeled her hands from the handlebars and helped her off the bike. I unstrapped her helmet, placed it beside mine, and brushed my hands through her tangled hair.

  “Don’t close me out again, Cat.”

  Something snapped inside her. She dragged her teeth across my lower lip and lunged inside. All that passion seething beneath her tight control broke free, and I just happened to be the lucky fucking bastard along for ride.

  Getting into the house was nearly impossible. Her body was wrapped around mine, my hands were in her hair, our lips clashed together and slid to suck and bite any bare skin we could find. The steps were a goddamn nightmare, and we hadn’t even made it to the front door.

  She laughed breathlessly while I dug out the key from beneath the plant pot. Her hands roamed over my body like living flames, igniting fire everywhere she touched. My arms, my ass, my chest.

  The key shook in my hand. It wouldn’t budge when I finally managed to fit it in the freakin’ lock.

  Cat’s laugh was brazen as she took a nip of my ear right on the sensitive lobe. “This door stuck too?”

  “No. You’re making me fuck up.”

  She got right in behind me, and her hand pressed against my thick cock. She curled her fingers around me, and the zipper dug against the fat vein thumping from head to base. I yanked the goddamn key and swallowed a loud groan.

  The door burst open. No more messing around. Swinging Cat into my arms, I kicked the door shut. Her legs hiked around my waist and her lips slanted against mine. The stairs were somewhere . . . to the left, the right, right in front of me? Her motorcycle gloves came off with two fat slaps of leather on the floor—splat, splat. My jacket followed.

  I tugged at her boots, keeping my handhold on her ass, because if my hands weren’t filled with T & A I wasn’t going to be happy. Her padded leather jacket slid down the banister as we hit the stairs. I yanked at the buttons of her pants, shoving a hand inside, and Cat drummed her heels against my back. Yes. Silken skin, wet slit. Heaven. Straining to walk and carry and kiss and caress at the same time, it was a motherfucking wonder we made it to the bedroom instead of making love in the hallway.

  We banged against the wall of my bedroom. The mattress was way too fucking far away. I reached over and clicked on a low light. If I was finally going to have Cat, I wanted to see it all. She tore off my shirt, almost ripping it from my shoulders. Biting my bicep before licking my tat, she unhooked her legs. I jerked off my boots.

  Her fingers threaded through my hair, and I groaned. “Fuck. Why aren’t you naked yet?”

  I mauled her all the way to my low dresser. I planted her bottom on it and whipped off her skintight pants. Cat’s choppy breath was music to my goddamn ears. Her panties were next. They were a thin, black, sheer piece of nothing. A thong or g-string or some other thing that made my eyes pop out of my head. Before I dove between her thighs to discover her hot cunt, I needed those tits, the piercings, her nipples .
. .

  Above the waist was easy work. I hooked my thumbs into her top’s hem, rolled it over the rise of her breasts and came eye-to-eye with deep dusky nipples pulled up tight. Long cascading silver jewelry threaded through them. The black tank was the perfect picture frame to her arm-length tats and her magnificent tits. I tapped her nips with my fingertips and watched them bounce in response. More of that was in order with my lips suctioned on.

  “Stop,” she commanded.

  Fuck. Fuck! Had I gone too far, too fast? As if I could go any slower, Cat was spread out on top of my dresser all but naked and wet and open and . . .

  I tore my gaze from her tits.

  Her hands pressed me back as her feet slid to the floor. “I want to suck your cock first.”

  Hell yeah, what? Yes. Christ. When she dropped to her knees, I shouted, “Cat, fuckin’ hell!”

  “I haven’t done anything yet.” Her black hair swung down to her waist. Her husky whiskey voice filled my ears. Her sure hands pulled my leather pants to the top of my thighs.

  I had no answer and no response other than panting breath. Cat’s fingers dipped down and cupped me. She lifted out my cock. My shaft rose from her grip at the base and hooked all the way up my stomach.

  Pulling my cock level with her face between her two fists, she moaned. Her hot breath hit me long before her mouth did. “So, Nicky Love is hung.”

  Cat jerked me in her fists. Her mouth was never more than a centimeter away but never close enough to touch the hot solid muscle of my dick. Finally, she licked me with the tip to her tongue. Her pale blue eyes skimmed up my body, meeting mine when she hummed. Her tongue fluttered around the rock hard cliff of my cock head. She scooped up the precome flowing from my cock and swirled it across her lips.

  Sheer desperate pleasure shredded every last bit of my sanity as I listened to her moan with my taste in her mouth.

  Cat’s hands clamped onto the back of my thighs, and she opened her lips, guiding my cock inside. I watched through lowered lids. My abs clenched and every part of me throbbed. Heat and wet and goddamn her tongue was going to make me explode. She managed the first half—mouth widened—sucking me off, slicking saliva and my come across her lips and my glans.

  She went back to the maddening loose drags and slow pulls. But she amped it up by slapping my dick against her lips. “Big boy.” Cat’s dimple slid into her cheek as she grinned at me.

  Holy hell.

  “Wildcat. Please.”

  “Want me to suck this cock, hon?”

  One of her hands went to my balls—tugging, stretching—the other circled my cock. She angled her head and swallowed me down. Not far enough, not fast enough. I stood on the balls of my feet and stretched over her. My hands braced on the dresser behind her head. Turning her face, Cat sucked me into the side of her mouth. Watching my dick slide-thrust-pump against the inside of her cheek almost sent me over the edge.

  Her fingers fanned up my back as I lifted her from the floor. We weren’t going to make it to the bed. No chance. On top of the short dresser, she lay with her legs spread wide and the sole of one foot arched against the surface. Her other leg hooked around my ass, drawing me near.

  My leathers were pushed to my thighs, her tank top dragged above her tits, and I had to get inside her. Holding her by her neck, I slipped my fingers over her sex. Puffy pink lips parted while I ground the heel of my palm on her. Making sure she was as wet and needy and horny as me.

  Looking down, I watched as I plunged my fingers into her sopping heat. The constricting feel of her hit me hard. The perfect smooth pink shell of her labia, her pussy glistening, her clit proud made me want to taste her. I started to drop down.

  She grabbed my chin. “Fuck me now.”

  “Condom?”

  “There’s some in my jacket.”

  “You came prepared.”

  “Girl Scout.”

  Yeah fuckin’ right.

  I went for my own stash instead, telling her to stay put. Cat’s back arched off of the polished wood. Her leg hiked up and open, just like that so I could stare at her sexy display—the ink, the piercings, her pussy and the wild mane of hair—while I rolled a condom down my cock.

  She reached between us, drawing my shaft to her, into her. Her cunt was hot, tight, wet. A slick glove surrounding me. I grabbed a long black swatch of her hair, reining her in by the nape of her neck. My other hand pressed her leg farther up, farther open. I pulled out then pumped—hard—into her. Stuff on the surface of the dresser rattled off the edge and onto the floor. I spread my legs wider, lowered my hips and slammed in and out of her.

  That damn dresser banged against the wall with every thrust.

  Cat rode my dick with just as much passion. She dragged her fingernails down the center of my chest. She pulled and pinched my nipples before leaning forward to bite them.

  “Jesus Christ, Cat.” I swore to hell I was not going to come this fast even though my balls drew up tighter with every lunge into her.

  She was a female animal, wild and snarling. She met every lunge with loud moans. I shook with the fury of restraint, my cock on fire, come leaking. Her tits were a perfect hand size. I pulled them toward my mouth, tonguing around teardrop jewelry on teardrop breasts. When I let them go, her back arched. Her piercings rasped against my chest, enflaming us both until an unbearable ripple started inside her.

  She fucked me back with all the raw need and intensity of my Wildcat. So deep inside her, absolutely fused together, I pressed my palm over her tummy, just above her mound, and she cried out. Holding my hand right there, I listened to her gasps and screams. I pumped-pumped-pumped my cock inside of her until it was too much and too good and I was gone.

  Shouting her name on hoarse repeat, I emptied into Cat, filling the condom. The generous curves of her bottom filled my hands as I continued to orgasm. She grasped my hair in her two fists as she pulled and panted against me.

  Finally, her teeth sank into the muscle of my shoulder. I lifted her off the dresser, into my arms. Capturing her face, I brought her lips to mine, whispering through a luxurious long kiss.

  I laid Cat on the bed. Kissing her again, I raised her arms and slipped the tank off her head. Our mouths slipped together and our noses bumped. Her lazy stretch on my bed made me want more.

  She chuckled when I stood to shuck my leathers. “In too much of a hurry before, Nicky?”

  I ducked my head as I joined her. “Somethin’ like that.”

  Her hands skimmed across my back and over the muscles of my ribs. “Are you getting shy on me.”

  “Not likely.” I rolled her on top of me, the piercings once again biting into my skin. “You are so beautiful.”

  Oh, and there was a flush on her cheeks. Nice.

  Her head tucked beneath my chin, and my hands burrowed beneath the cascading hair.

  Warmth. Woman. Goddamn wonderful.

  “Is this okay?” I asked.

  “Mmm. Too good,” she hummed against my chest. Her fingers traipsed down the line of hair on my belly, coming to rest beneath my reawakening cock.

  Fuck. Feeling her body against mine was too right. One night fling, no-strings-attached? Not likely. I’d gone off the rails in my twenties because why the hell not? Pussy was widely available, but every tryst had been short-lived. From dusk to dawn.

  My idea of family had been blitzed all to hell. But reality had bitch-slapped me in the face when Josh had proposed to Leelee. I wanted what he’d found.

  Cold Cat Steele burned so hot with me. Her arms surrounded me, and hushed breaths heralded sleep. I slipped from the bed and settled the pillows around her. In the bathroom I kept the lights off as I ran a washcloth beneath the warm tap. I cleaned up and returned. She slid deeper into sleep as I took care of her. Pulling up the covers, I looked at her lips swollen from my kisses, her hair a tangled mess from my hands. Perfect Cat asleep in my bed. The sight blew my mind.

  It was almost too much to take. Not that I had commitment issues or a
nything. Not me.

  After tossing the washcloth in the sink, I kept walking. Downstairs, I drank a beer on the deck, overlooking the river, its waves, and bottomless moonlit reflections. I thought about the messages piling up from Major Marjorie in my inbox, but I couldn’t bring myself to give a shit.

  I chucked my empty bottle in the recycling bin and cut off the lights. I stopped thinking about crap that no longer mattered and focused on the gorgeous woman in my bed. Quieting my footsteps, I snuck into the bedroom. Cat was there, soundly asleep with her arms clasped around both pillows.

  I lay down beside her. The low lights highlighted the glow of her skin. It picked out the constellation of words between the vibrant flower and sugar skull tats twisting up her arms. Remember, remember, the black ink said.

  I traced the emblems on her flesh.

  She wiggled and turned and looked at me. Lazy, sleepy, Cat cupped my jaw and ran her lips along my stubble.

  “Why do you hide your arms? The tats are sexy as hell, Wildcat.”

  “They signify the stupidity of my past.”

  “We all make mistakes.”

  “Not like me, Nick.” She rolled onto her back. “I wear my guilt on my skin.”

  “So do I.” I bent to kiss her.

  Caressing her tits and tight nipples, I played with her piercings. She shuddered as my mouth moved from her neck to her collarbone. I kissed the colorful flowers, licked the sugar skulls hidden between the flowers decorating her skin.

  “Nick,” she gasped.

  I covered both of her arms with suckling kisses. My fingers trailed through her hair, over her breasts and down to her navel. Her pulse jumped in her throat. A moan slipped from her lips.

  Moving down her body, I lapped every bit of her. I touched every part of her. Cat writhed beneath me, but I held her hips down.

  “I’m a little disappointed though.” I slid my tongue across her clit then stopped.

  Her head cranked up and ice-blue eyes flipped open. “Really.”

  Probably not the smartest thing to say when gettin’ ready to go down on her perfect pussy, asshat.