Free

by Kristen Ashley

  Heft.

  I hadn’t seen him and I didn’t know how long he was.

  But he was thick.

  “Yeah, baby?” he prompted, and I felt him straining to hold back.

  He wanted inside.

  But he was holding back, making sure I was good.

  God.

  Rush.

  “Yeah,” I whispered.

  He slid in another inch.

  And stopped.

  “Baby,” I breathed.

  “Fuck, you’re tight. Sweet. Tight. Slick. Fuck,” he groaned.

  I lifted my head and nipped his lips.

  His face darkened and he slid in another inch.

  “Yes,” I panted.

  “More?” he grunted.

  “Yes,” I hissed.

  He slid in all the way.

  I clutched his neck and slipped my other hand down to find my nails digging in the bare, molded, muscle of his ass.

  Nice.

  But he’d gotten naked and I missed it.

  Next time, I would not.

  “Rush.”

  “Good?”

  “Rush—”

  “Honey, you good?”

  I twisted my hand to glide my fingers up into the flips and curls of his hair, cup his head and lifted mine off the bed until my lips were to his, my eyes looking right into his, and I begged, “Fuck me, Rush.”

  His lids lowered (sexy AF), he slanted his head, took my mouth and moved inside me.

  Slow.

  Gentle.

  Sweet.

  His hand went to my breast, teasing my nipple.

  Oh yes.

  I grabbed his ass in my hand, holding tight, pulling him to me, sliding my calves down to wrap around the backs of his thighs and holding on.

  He kept kissing me and went faster.

  I broke the kiss, went after his neck, fisting my hand in his hair to pull his head back so he’d expose his throat to me.

  “Christ,” he groaned.

  And went faster, deeper.

  I opened my mouth over his throat and took him with lips and tongue, like I’d suck his cock, all the way down.

  “Christ,” he grunted.

  His hand at my breast slid down, in, and his finger was at my clit.

  Oh . . .

  Yes.

  My head fell back.

  He took my mouth.

  And went faster, harder.

  “Rush,” I breathed into his mouth, finding his rhythm with my hips, trailing my other hand down so I had two handfuls of his ass, pulling him into me.

  “Find it,” he grunted.

  “Baby.”

  His finger pressed tighter, rolled harder, as his thrusts inside went even faster.

  “Find it,” he growled into my mouth.

  I gripped his ass with my hands, lifted my knees, pressed my thighs to his hips and closed my eyes, bowing up into him as he gave it to me again.

  God, how could the second one be better?

  I didn’t know.

  I just felt it.

  And it was fabulous.

  “Thank Christ,” he muttered then bucked, once, twice, three times, four, grunting through each before he planted himself inside, shoved his face in my neck and groaned into my skin.

  I melted into the bed.

  Rush collapsed into me.

  When I came to, his mouth was moving on me.

  My neck.

  My chest.

  Over the swell of my breast.

  I wound my limbs tight around him as he rolled my nipple with his tongue.

  I tipped my chin down and watched through half-closed eyes his dark head against my light skin, his strong glistening tongue swirling my sensitive nipple.

  “Honey,” I called.

  His head came up, his gaze came to me, before he shifted over me and put his mouth to mine.

  I expected him to kiss me.

  He didn’t kiss me.

  And I only had the barest second to process the intensity in his look, the possession stark there, hunger slaked, satisfaction a given. I knew before he even said it I had hold on a man who was about to stake his claim.

  “I’m keeping you,” he said against my lips.

  He was keeping me.

  I was going to belong to somebody.

  And that somebody was Rush Allen.

  I was pretty sure in that moment I’d start crying.

  Rush didn’t give me a shot.

  “And do not think I’m gonna let you be lazy. I get rid of this condom, baby, round two. I don’t know how it’s gonna go, but part of it’s gonna include you blowin’ me, so warm up that mouth while I’m gone. And get ready. With that brilliance as an intro, we’re gonna go all night.”

  Only then did he kiss me, wet and rough and deep.

  When he pulled away, he caught my lower lip in his teeth and took it with him, necessitating me going with it, and pretty much every inch of my body quivered.

  He let it go, gave me a wicked, biker-boy-who-had-a-big-dick-and-knew-that-he-knew-how-to-use-it grin and he slid out of me and bed.

  I watched him walk to the master bath he told me he’d redone.

  I hadn’t seen much of him during our session, but I’d felt it.

  It definitely felt nice.

  But to his fantastic chest, now I could add visible proof of a great back, incredible thighs and an amazing ass that seemed even more amazing with my scratch marks and nail dents.

  I turned to my side and hugged my legs into my chest.

  I did not warm up my mouth.

  First, I had no idea how.

  Second, I couldn’t stop smiling.

  “You want me to go get the tequila?” he called from the bathroom.

  We’re gonna go all night.

  “Yes,” I called back.

  I was going to get my brains banged out by a beautiful biker.

  So yeah.

  Oh yeah.

  I was still smiling.

  Free and Easy

  Rush

  The next morning . . .

  His phone ringing woke him.

  Rush immediately smelled Rebel’s hair since his face was in it.

  It smelled nothing but clean and felt nothing but good.

  They were both naked, he was at her back, partially pinning her to the bed.

  He had his arm around her, but it was Rebel who had his hand held loosely in hers, tucked between the bed and her chest.

  The comforter had slid off somewhere along the way last night, so it was only his sheet that was up to their waists, tangled in their legs.

  After a wild date that was good and bad, they’d had a spectacular night.

  Tequila.

  Getting loose.

  And lots of phenomenal fucking.

  She was a great lay.

  Fuck, when bodies weren’t being dumped and she didn’t have shit jacking with her head, Rebel Stapleton was a great everything.

  He’d learned a lot from his dad.

  One of those things was, you find a redhead who did it for you, even if it was early in your relationship, if you knew in your gut that it was right, you didn’t let go.

  So yeah.

  He’d made his decision.

  He was keeping her.

  His phone kept ringing and he liked where he was so much, he didn’t want to move.

  Rebel didn’t even twitch.

  He grinned into her hair thinking this was not a surprise.

  After the fifth time, he’d lost track of how many times she went.

  And she’d wrung four out of him.

  He didn’t think she’d get that fourth, but watching all that hair, that beautiful face, and those full, firm, sweet tits bouncing while she rode his dick with her tight, sleek pussy milking him, his body had no choice but to blow.

  So she’d gotten her fourth.

  And he had no problem giving it to her.

  He could tell by the way the sun was hitting his bed it was not early and unfortunately shit w
as wired, so he couldn’t ignore a call.

  On that thought and a sigh, he carefully slid his hand from her hold and rolled.

  When he made the other side of the bed, the phone had stopped ringing.

  Rush still reached to his jeans, dragged them to him, dug his phone out of the back pocket and rolled back into Rebel.

  She moved then, making a little noise in the back of her throat and shifting against him.

  He cocked a leg into hers, giving her some weight at her back to keep her where he wanted her, and pressed his morning hard-on to her ass.

  She wriggled into it.

  Nice.

  Smiling, he turned his head, touched the screen on his phone, and saw it’d been his dad calling.

  Shit.

  The meeting.

  He moved his thumb over the screen and put his phone to his ear, pressing more of his chest into Rebel’s back and resting his biceps on her arm.

  “Rush,” his dad greeted.

  “Hey, Dad.”

  Rebel’s body went solid against him.

  He grinned.

  “Was leaving you a voicemail.”

  Wasted effort and his dad knew it.

  Somewhere along the line, his cell number had been fed into a marketing pool. He had more blocked numbers on his phone than miles on his bike. He didn’t even answer if he didn’t have the caller programmed in.

  But if someone he knew left a voicemail, he didn’t listen to it. Though he did take that as indication they needed to talk so he’d call back instead of texting.

  If it was someone he didn’t know, he either ignored it or deleted it without listening.

  “What’s up?” Rush asked.

  “Brother meeting. Noon. You want a sandwich, text that shit to Dutch or Chill.”

  “I’ll be there.”

  “Great. Later.”

  “Later, Dad.”

  They disconnected and Rush looked at the time on his phone.

  There were a lot of good things that came with being a member of the Chaos MC. Brotherhood. Family. Good times, when they weren’t dealing with assholes. And they made a shit-ton off their auto supply stores, more from their garages and more from their custom car and bike biz. The brothers split the profits equal and his monthly take rocked.

  But also, hell would freeze over or someone would have to be in mortal danger before his father would call a brother meeting anytime before eleven o’clock in the morning.

  It was now nine past.

  He hadn’t clocked it, but he guessed he and Rebel passed out around three.

  They’d had a full night’s sleep.

  Chaos style.

  Rebel’s voice came at him.

  “Did you really just phone your father while pressing your dick into my ass?”

  He started laughing and through it said, “Babe, I’m a dude. It’s morning. You’re naked. You got an amazing ass. It would probably bring on extreme pain not to press my dick into that ass after waking up, even if I was chatting with the Pope.”

  She turned to face him, and Rush didn’t move a muscle, so she ended this taking his weight at the front with his leg hooked over her hip and his dick brushing the curls of the pretty trimmed bush between her legs.

  If he hit the lights right, it took twenty minutes to get to Ride from his place.

  This meant, to be on time, they had half an hour to get ready and head out.

  He was totally gonna be late for this meeting.

  He tossed the phone on the bed behind her and pulled her deeper into him.

  She hadn’t washed her makeup off last night. She didn’t look like a Hole album cover. She just looked thoroughly fucked, a little sleepy and totally beautiful.

  “Hey,” he murmured.

  Her eyes got lazy but her mouth said, “Don’t be hot when I haven’t brushed my teeth.”

  “You don’t have to have fresh breath to blow me.”

  She smacked his hip but then smoothed her hand over it and pressed closer.

  “Last night was great,” she whispered.

  Last night wasn’t great.

  It was fucking phenomenal.

  He hoped he still had her nail marks in his ass.

  If he didn’t, he’d earn more.

  On that thought, Rush rolled farther into her, covering her, and aimed his mouth at her neck.

  She turned her head, giving him better access, saying, “I’m not sure I can go down on you in this position.”

  This was a loss. Rush had learned she excelled at blowjobs.

  Then again, one taste and he’d become addicted to her cunt.

  He slid his lips to her collarbone and said there, “Then I’ll go down on you.”

  She trembled under him.

  He grinned against her skin.

  “Shit,” she whispered.

  He started to lift his head.

  “Shit!” she cried.

  He totally lifted his head but didn’t even catch a glance at her before she shoved him away and scuttled off the bed.

  “Babe?”

  “It’s after eleven!” she yelled, rushing around the foot.

  “Uh, yeah. And I got a meeting to get to, so we need to get down to busi—”

  She yanked on her panties. “I’m late for work!”

  Say what?

  She bent, grabbing his shirt and turning to him.

  “Where’s my phone?” she asked.

  “Rebel—”

  “Kitchen!” she shouted, shrugging on his shirt and racing out of his room.

  He growled, tossing off the sheet and throwing his legs over the side of the bed. He snatched up his jeans, dragged them on and buttoned them as he prowled out of his room.

  By the time he made it to his kitchen, she was standing in panties, his shirt on but unbuttoned, gaping open a couple of inches to show a path of skin from the tangle of delicate chains at her neck to the lace of her panties, head bent to her phone.

  He really wanted to take a moment to appreciate the view, but Rebel freaked because she was late for work, which they had decided, repeatedly, was no longer her precedence.

  The second he walked into the room, hair flying, her head came up to look at him.

  “I’ve got four calls from my AD and one from Benito,” she said with alarm, turning her attention back to the phone. “I set call for nine o’clock. They’re probably freaked. I need to phone Meryl.”

  “Babe—”

  “God, shit, I overslept,” she mumbled, moving her thumb over her phone.

  He snaked his arm out and pulled it from her fingers.

  Her head snapped back. “Rush!”

  He sought patience.

  “Rebel, you officially quit that job yesterday when a body was dumped in front of your house,” he reminded her.

  “Yes, but my AD doesn’t know that.”

  Okay.

  She’d said yes.

  At least that was good.

  “AD?” he asked.

  “Assistant director,” she answered. “We had three big scenes we were filming today. The first one was intense, and not sexually intense, emotionally intense. My actors are good at orgasms, not so good at emotions. They need me. We usually have a powwow before big scenes. They’re probably ticked.”

  “That job is done for you, you get that, right?” he asked just to confirm.

  She nodded.

  Then he stifled a growl when the nod turned to shaking her head.

  “Benito’s a monster, but my cast and crew have no idea about that and they look to me for everything, Rush. God, I was so busy fucking you, I totally did not come up with a plan to handle bailing on them.”

  Well, all right.

  He reached to her, slid an arm around her waist and pulled her up against his body.

  “Can anyone take over for you?” he asked.

  She gave him a look that said she thought he was crazy.

  He was not crazy.

  She was bailing on that job and she had to come to ter
ms with that.

  “Can they?” he pushed.

  She did that thing where her eyes darted around before they came back to his.

  “It’s mine,” she whispered.

  Ah.

  He was getting it.

  She pressed up against him, latching on to his neck at either side.

  “It’s porn but it’s mine. The stories aren’t exactly Pride and Prejudice, but they aren’t Dude, Where’s My Virginity? either.”

  He wanted to laugh.

  But he didn’t.

  Because she was proud of them.

  They were porn, but she’d put her time and talent in them and she was proud of them.

  He didn’t give a shit they were porn.

  She cared about what she did. She cared about the people she did it with.

  He gave a shit about that because that said a lot about her.

  He shouldn’t have been surprised.

  He still was.

  “Just phone, baby,” he said quietly. “Tell them something urgent came up, you’re shutting down the set for now, you’ll explain more later. We’ll come up with something and when it’s all done, you can tell them how it went down.”

  She drew in a big breath but said nothing.

  “Call this Meryl, yeah?” he prompted.

  “What about Benito?” she asked. “Obviously he got wind I didn’t show. He doesn’t get involved but it’s his show. He comes ’round, he’s a presence. Meryl probably freaked, since this is not me, and called him.”

  That was when it hit Rush.

  “He’s calling you, wondering where you are, he did not dump Turnbull at your house.”

  “Whoa,” she breathed, her eyes getting big.

  “Yeah,” he said.

  “We need to tell Hank and Eddie that.”

  “We will. After you call Meryl and stop her from freaking.”

  “Right.”

  He put enough space between them to hand her the phone.

  She stayed close even as she used it.

  And then he found something affecting about the fact she made the call on her speakerphone, holding the phone against his chest when it was ringing, which meant she was totally down with him hearing.

  “Tallulah!” a voice cried in greeting. “Thank God! Are you okay?”

  “Meryl, I’m so sorry. I got news of something yesterday and everything else just slipped my mind. I . . .” her eyes lifted to his, “it’s serious. I have to deal with it. I need to shut things down and I don’t know when I can start it up again. I’ll know more later today and call you. I’m so sorry.”

  “Oh honey,” Meryl replied. “What’s going on? Do you need anything?”