by Joanna Wylde
“Are you distracted?” I whispered.
She swallowed.
“Maybe a little,” she said. “But I’m not some stupid little girl you can bully or control.”
“I don’t want to bully or control you,” I said slowly. “Although I would very much like to fuck you. Tonight. You want it, too.”
Tinker’s eyes flickered to the fly on my jeans. It wasn’t much, just a quick glance, but I felt the blood start to pool in my cock.
“You’re full of shit.”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “But I was serious about not lying to you again. I did what I had to do, and believe me when I said I didn’t enjoy it. If there’s something I can’t tell you in the future, I’ll be straight up about it. And there will be things I can’t tell you. That’s how club life works.”
It took everything I had to hold her head gently, rubbing one thumb slowly up and down her cheek as she considered the words. Part of me wanted to smash her face into my cock, face-fuck her until the tears ran down her cheeks.
Jesus.
There was something wrong with me.
“I’m not the best of men,” I said. “But you know what? I’ve looked into your ex. He’s supposed to be one of the good guys, but he isn’t. I’m not sure how much you really know about him—”
“Don’t bring him into this,” she whispered, sighing. I watched as she raised a hand, running one finger delicately down the length of my fly. My dick grew like she had some sort of magical pull on it, which I guess she did. “You’re right about one thing.”
“What’s that?”
She glanced up at me, her eyes assessing. “We are going to fuck tonight. But don’t think it’s because I like you, or that I’ve forgiven you. Sex isn’t always about emotions. A guy who’s screwed plenty of strippers should know that, right?”
“Right,” I replied slowly, wondering if I’d heard her right.
“So tonight won’t be about emotions,” she said, her eyes piercing. “And it doesn’t mean I’m okay with your lies or that I’ve forgiven you or anything. Maybe it’s just been a long time, and I’d like to get laid. This is my decision and it has nothing to do with you, so don’t take it personally.”
“I can work with that.”
“Oh, and Gage?”
“Yeah?”
“My dad’s a sound sleeper, but try not to lose control. No screaming, no matter how good it feels.”
I blinked, then nodded my head, wondering if this was some kind of twisted hallucination.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
TINKER
I couldn’t believe I’d just said that.
His eyes widened, and I heard his quick intake of breath as I trailed my fingers along the length of his erection. It grew bigger with every stroke, and I thought about how long it’d been since I’d had sex.
Since Jamie.
Wasn’t like I had much opportunity in Hallies Falls. Between Dad and the business, I’d been focused on survival. Why shouldn’t I give myself a little treat? I worked hard. I’d wanted this guy from the first minute I’d seen him, and while I didn’t think I’d ever be able to forgive his lies— No. Don’t follow that thought. This is your night for fun, not thinking.
Fair enough. I’d spent the last eighteen months of my life thinking and it hadn’t exactly gotten me anywhere. Reaching for his zipper, I slid it down slowly, enjoying the way his breath quickened at my touch.
Gage’s cock bulged against the thin, dark fabric of his briefs, and I traced the shape of it again with my fingers. He was big—longer than Brandon, but also wider. I found myself smirking, thinking of my ex and his tiny dick.
Fuck him, and fuck everything he stood for.
Brandon would hate me sleeping with a biker.
Wrong as it was, the thought gave me all kinds of satisfaction. Not as much satisfaction as I planned to take from Gage tonight, though. Then I’d kick him out on his lying ass, but for now?
Time to enjoy.
Grabbing the top of his briefs, I tugged them down, exposing his erection. He was cut, the head red and round, the broad glans hard and tight with need. He moaned as I leaned forward, flicking it twice with my tongue before pulling away. His hand tightened in my hair, and for an instant I thought he might hold me there. Then he let me go.
“Dangerous game you’re playing,” Gage whispered, the sound harsh.
“I’m not playing,” I told him, wrapping my hand around his dick and pumping it twice. Hard. “You want more, you better get those pants off.”
I watched as his big hands caught the side of his pants, sliding them down to crumple on the floor. I’d seen his bare chest lots of times, but never the rest of him. He didn’t disappoint. Thick, muscled thighs. I leaned forward, catching the tip of his cock in my mouth, running my tongue around it like a lollipop as I started to slowly jack the shaft with my hand.
Gage’s body shuddered, and I felt a surge of power and arousal at the same time. This big, scary man was at my mercy, and I loved it.
I loved it even more when I caught his ass in my hand and squeezed. Tight, hard muscle. Gage wasn’t carrying anything extra—Brandon’s gym-honed body had nothing on him. Then his hips surged, pushing farther into my mouth, and I forgot all about Brandon.
GAGE
I’d never seen anything sexier than the bobbing of Tinker’s head as she went down on me.
Not that I’d won the war, or even the battle.
She wasn’t some young girl I could blow off with easy answers, and I knew we still had a lot of shit to figure out. I’d run fresh out of fucks to give over about that, though, because her lips were wrapped tight around my dick and it was sweet as hell.
Heh.
Guess sex really was different when you cared about the person. I’d never quite believed that until now, but damned if it wasn’t true because this was the best blow job I’d ever gotten in my life and then some.
Too good.
Her hand crept between my legs, fondling my balls, and I had the sudden, horrible realization that if she didn’t stop soon I’d blow my load. Not my plan—I wanted to come inside her cunt, preferably after she came first.
I told my feet to step away but nothing happened.
Well, fair enough—what kind of fucking idiot backs off from a blow job? You, because you’re playing the long game. It took everything I had to pull away, but I did it. My fingers still held her head.
“Feels like I’ve been waiting forever,” I told her. “And I’m not a kid. Don’t want to blow my wad too fast. Ladies first and all that.”
“Hard to argue,” she said with a slow smile, rising to face me. Tightening my hand into her hair, I pulled her in for a kiss, tasting myself on her lips. She opened for me and my tongue slid inside. It wasn’t our first kiss and I already knew her taste, but I had to admit—I’d been halfway convinced that I’d imagined how good it was.
This wasn’t imaginary.
Reaching around with my other arm, I jerked her against me, pressing her hard against the length of my body as the kiss deepened. My cock was a rock against her stomach, urgent and desperate. Guess things weren’t going so slow for the first time after all . . .
Letting her hair fall free, I reached down to grab her ass, boosting her into my arms. Tinker’s legs wrapped tight around my waist as I laid her down on the couch, grinding into her the whole time.
No more waiting.
No more interruptions and no more lies.
Sliding my hand down between our bodies, I backed off just enough to unzip her shorts. Her panties were wet for me already.
I wanted a taste of that.
Somehow I managed to break off the kiss, sliding off her to kneel beside the couch. An instant later I had her shorts off and her legs draped over my shoulders, right where they belonged. ’Bout fuckin’ time I got to see her pussy, considering how much mental energy I’d put into imagining it. She kept it trimmed neatly, but not totally bare, which worked for me just fine.
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nbsp; Good enough to eat, in fact.
Leaning forward, I spread her lips wide with my fingers as my tongue started to explore. She smelled good—Christ, is there anything better than fresh cunt?—and tasted even better. I licked her slowly, playing with the tiny nub of her clit.
“That’s really good,” she gasped, and I felt one of her hands digging into my hair. Guess turnabout was fair play. I sucked her hard for a minute, then licked again as she gasped. Then I did it again, following her cues until her gasps came closer together and I knew she was close.
I wanted to finish it for her, but I couldn’t hold out.
Not any longer.
Pulling away, I rubbed her gently with my thumb as I grabbed my jeans to get a condom. Holding her gaze steadily, I ripped the package open with my teeth, pulling the rubber free and then rolling it down the length of my cock. Tinker’s cheeks were flushed, and those glorious tits—tits I still hadn’t seen, an oversight I planned to take care of just as soon as possible—heaved with every breath.
Grasping her hips, I jerked her to the edge of the couch and pulled her legs over my shoulders again. Then I fit the head of my cock to her opening and slowly started pushing deep inside.
TINKER
He was big.
Bigger than I expected, even though I’d had my mouth wrapped around him earlier. I guess things tighten up inside when you’re abstinent long enough, because it felt almost like the first time as he slid deep inside.
And he was deep, believe me.
He leaned forward, stretching my legs as he loomed over my body, pinning me down. I had a moment of realization—he was in control now, and there was nothing I could do to stop him.
Fortunately, stopping wasn’t on my agenda.
Gage pulled out, then shoved back in again, harder this time. I gasped at the force of him filling me perfectly. I’d been so empty for so long—this was perfect. Reaching down, I rubbed my clit, hovering at the edge of coming. But I wasn’t ready to come yet. I wanted more of this delicious tension, this buildup toward an explosion that would only get bigger if I held it off, so I pulled my fingers away.
“No,” Gage grunted, catching my eyes and holding them. They were dark with need and desire and something else I couldn’t quite read.
Something intense and almost terrifying.
“I want to see you come,” he said. “I need to see you come. I’ve been waiting a long time for this, Tinker girl.”
“It’s not up to you,” I whispered, and he smiled, then reached down between us, dark and terrible things written in his eyes.
“It’s always up to me, babe. From now on.”
I opened my mouth to argue with him, but his thumb found my clit, pushing down on it expertly right as he thrust deep inside, filling me entirely. The tension that’d been hovering right on the edge outward as my back arched. Release hit, hard and fast, carrying me with it as I cried out.
“Perfect,” Gage grunted, moving faster inside me. I clenched down on him, lingering waves of pleasure washing through me as I rode out my orgasm. So good. So much better than touching myself. A thousand times better, or maybe a hundred thousand times better.
I’d missed this.
You never had this, a tiny voice whispered in my head, and I had to acknowledge the truth. Brandon couldn’t have gotten me off like that if his life depended on it.
“Fuck, but you’re gorgeous when you come,” he grunted, pounding into me. It was rough and hard—almost animalistic—and with the way he had me folded up I couldn’t really even move. Not that it mattered. I was so overwhelmed and full and satisfied that I wanted to purr. Or something. I collapsed back, ready to let him use me for his own enjoyment when he caught me off guard by reaching between us again.
“You need more,” he said, sliding his fingers against my clit. “A lot more. All of it. I’ve been suffocating, waiting for you, and I don’t think you’ve had it any easier, have you?”
How do you respond to that?
I didn’t bother, because I was too caught up in the realization that he had every intention of making me come again, and I wasn’t about to fight it. Oh, hell no. Not even a little bit, because the man was right. I hadn’t had it easy, and damned if I didn’t deserve this.
The second time was different.
My body was already sensitized to his, so when he really started pounding into me, things moved faster. He was hard and thick and deep, every movement slickened by my desire as the need started building again. He’d bent me nearly in half, pushing me back against the cushions. Then Gage shifted over me, his movements growing less coordinated.
“I’m close, babe,” he said, the words strained. “I want to take you with me again. Think you can help me out a little, here?”
My eyes closed, burned by the intensity I saw in his, and I reached down between us, my fingers tangling with his. I expected him to let me go—focus on his own needs. Instead our hands moved together as I showed him exactly what I wanted. Throughout, he stared down at me intently, sweat beading up along his forehead.
“Not sure I can hold out much longer,” he gasped. “You ready?”
“Yeah,” I whispered, fingers flying. Suddenly he stiffened, groaning as his entire body clenched tight. The look on his face pushed me over the edge and I came again. This time was different—no less intense, but in a new way. That had been harder, more blunt. This was softer, waves of mixed relief and pleasure sliding through me as we stared into each other’s eyes.
Slowly the moment passed, and I started to notice normal things.
For one thing, he’d twisted me up like a pretzel, and my legs were starting to cramp in a serious way. Also, I was sweaty and disgusting, bare-ass naked from the waist down while he still had on his shirt and leathers.
Awkward.
“Hey, I think I should—”
“Don’t,” Gage said, shaking his head quickly. I frowned.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t think,” he replied, offering a slow smile. “Just enjoy the moment. We can think about things tomorrow. After I’ve fucked you a couple more times, because no way we’re done for tonight.”
I started to shake my head, but he let my legs slide down around his waist, then lifted me up, a feat of strength I couldn’t help but appreciate. Then he was carrying me—ass still bare—up the stairs to my room, and I felt less appreciative.
“What are you doing?” I hissed in his ear as we passed my dad’s door.
“Taking you to bed,” he replied casually. “What did you think we’re doing?”
“I didn’t invite you to stay the night,” I whispered pointedly, hoping he’d keep his damned voice down.
“It was implied,” he replied, sounding amused. “Unless you’re just using me for sex? You know, it’s really unfair to take advantage of—”
“Shut up,” I moaned, dropping my head against his shoulder, because he really did smell pretty good and I have to admit, having a big, strong guy carry me up the stairs sort of kicked ass. Even if he was a lying piece of shit. That’s why I didn’t argue when he dropped me down across my bed—hard and ready to go again—or when he pushed my head down low or even that third time in the middle of the night, when he flipped me over onto my stomach.
Suppose when you decide to end a dry spell, you might as well do it right.
GAGE
I woke up feeling smug as hell.
Took a minute to orient myself, and another to remember all that’d happened. I’d spent the night with Tinker, and a hell of a night it was. She was cuddled up tight right next to me, and I looked down to find her face relaxed in sleep. She looked different like this—no less beautiful, but most of the time she wore armor. The whole makeup/hair thing was sexy as hell and suited her perfectly, but it also gave her a layer of separation from the world. I could appreciate that.
My Reapers colors did the same for me.
Still, it felt good to see the woman behind the mask. She was real and beautiful
and just a little bit sweaty and smudged—what more can a man ask for? Tinker sighed, then rolled away from me to flop on her back. Her boobs were still covered by the sheet, and I tugged it down slowly to get a better look in the morning light. Not bad. Not bad at all. Her tits were nice and round. Not huge, but lush, and they flattened gently to the sides in a way that made it clear they were all natural.
I traced a finger between them, sliding it down her stomach, taking the sheet with me. Her stomach was soft, and I leaned over to kiss it when something caught my attention.
A thin, silvery line running up toward her belly button. More than one. They were delicate, tracing across her skin, and a thousand questions burst through me because I knew damned well what those were—almost every woman I’d ever slept with who had kids had at least a few.
Stretch marks.
At some point in her life, Tinker Garrett had given birth.
The same Tinker Garrett who didn’t currently have a child. Not a hint of a child. No pictures, no mention, nothing. No clues at all, except for the way she’d lost her shit over the fact that I’d lied about having children.
Balls.
I’d fucked up.
Fucked up bad.
“Hey,” she said, her voice soft and fuzzy. She rolled onto her side, stretching unself-consciously, obviously still half asleep. “What—?”
That’s the exact second she remembered where she was and what we’d done. Squawking, she reached for the covers and pulled them up, smacking my face in the process. Jesus, this was a bigger clusterfuck than I could’ve imagined, and it wasn’t like it’d been simple before. I needed to get in front of the situation—otherwise she’d bolt on me. Fortunately, I had a huge advantage in this relationship because I weighed twice as much as she did, so I rolled over on top of her, pinning her down against the bed.
“Good morning,” I said, kissing her. Tinker twisted her head away, scowling, because of course it couldn’t be that easy with her. That was okay—she was worth fighting for, last night had made that more than obvious. We had some business to take care of first, though.