by Nicole Snow
I yanked her hand. At first, she struggled against me, trying to tug her little fingers free, begging me to “wait!”
I ignored every fucking whimper. Had to. If I ignored those, then soon she'd be giving me the kinda sweeter pleas I craved, sighing and screaming like a banshee as I reminded her there was no stopping this, no stopping us. And there was sure as fuck no stopping this dick.
Soon, we were the club's garage. Her resistance sparked all over again when she saw me pulling her toward my bike. I stopped, turned, and grabbed her.
“Tank! My car is here! I need to –“
“You can beat on my back all you want, babe. Need you to get used to this machine if you're gonna be my old lady. Let me help you on and get you ready. You're coming one way or another, and I want those fingers wrapped around me tight all the way.”
Moose was drinking, tuning up his bike over by the wall. He looked up when he heard all the commotion. The older brother waved to me just as Emma started to relax, letting me hook the helmet on her head.
“Take her home, caveman!” Moose growled. “Looks like you've just found your mate after a lotta searching in the jungle.”
Brother, you got no damn idea, I thought with a grin.
Emma flushed bright red. She was beside herself at his jeering. Amazing how the girl had spent so much time around the club but hadn't gotten used to all our coarse ways.
“Yeah. I've found her.” I wasn't looking at him when I said it. I was staring right at Emma, trying to send the lightning rolling through me out my eyes and into hers.
I climbed on the bike, threw my own helmet on, and fixed her hands snug around my abs. Fuck, she was perfect there. I started to get giddy as a kid on his first Harley, knowing it was gonna be the best fucking ride of my life.
Why the hell did it take so long to get here? Why the fuck did I ever think she was gonna end up anywhere else? Why did I spend two fucking seasons trying to fight this glory?
“Keep this place tight and clean, Moose,” I yelled. “Make sure nobody gets a bloody nose. We won't be back here tonight unless it's a real emergency.”
“See you in the morning,” he chuckled knowingly, taking another long pull from his beer as we drove out.
Emma was shaking like a leaf. She gasped each time the engine roared a little louder, digging her fingernails into my muscles. I took the street roads slow, steady, intentionally making the long way to her neighborhood.
“Relax, baby girl. Let your body get used to it. You're not gonna fall off while you've got me to hold onto. Promise.”
It took a few more miles for it to sink in. Finally, she listened, straightening up as her trust grew. Her hands relaxed a little on my waist.
Oh, yeah. That was goddamned nice. Feeling her caressing my skin rather than digging into it like a frightened cat was a big improvement. She had a long way to go before we'd be taking joy rides together in the rain on my bike, but this was an awesome start.
I was about to turn down the home stretch to her neighborhood when she gave me a gentle scratch and leaned her lips to my ear. “Keep going, Tank. This is kind of fun.”
Fuck me if I didn't grin like a total idiot. I turned off at the last second and headed for the city limits, away toward the mountains. She tightened up a little bit again when we started up those high, windy ass roads. The steady speed I held taught her pretty fast that it wasn't any different than going slow, and up here the cool autumn air was sweet as chilled wine.
I took a long loop for the next twenty minutes, turning around at one of the old logging camps up in the hills. On the way down, she gushed in my ear, awing at the sunset's beauty and the icy wind in her hair.
Shit, before long we were gonna need proper jackets as winter came rolling in. But today, the glacial edge made having her pressed up against me on my bike extra perfect, an icy-hot contrast I wanted to feel all over.
I'd never say it out loud, but this girl made me tingle like a fucking kid. She gave me a childish excitement with a man's deep needs, and right now both those forces were stirring up my blood, making me kick my ride into higher gear to get home sooner.
A few streets down, Emma clasped me tighter again, working her wicked fingertips a few inches lower than my belt. Dangerously low. I hunched up straight, rock hard, trying to make my impatient dick wait a few more minutes to get her home.
Soon as we were in the driveway, I killed the ignition and jumped off. Had her up in my arms so I could kiss her in record time, tearing off her helmet to make room for my lips. They were impatient sons of bitches, refusing to wait another second to taste her heat, her need, the raw sex dripping off her.
“I thought I'd still be pissed,” she said in between kisses. “You proved me wrong, Tank. Looks like you really know how to make up for a crappy morning after all.”
“Riding smooths over everything. I've always treated that shit like God's own therapy, babe.” I kissed her again, holding her tight, inching us toward the front door. “It's not just the Harley's purr that makes things right.”
“Oh?” She asked, pushing her key in to unlock the door.
I waited 'til we were inside to finish. “Yeah. What's really gonna make it all better is you all over me, naked and gorgeous as the day you were born, riding this fucking cock 'til I growl as loud as my bike. That's real medicine, nurse. And I'm gonna need a lotta it, right in my burning blood. Stat.”
I reached for the bulge I'd carried in my jeans all the way home to Missoula and squeezed. Emma's eyes went down and she gasped, then curled her lips in a smile, flush with anticipation.
Kicking the door shut behind me, I grabbed her. We were up the stairs so fucking fast I barely felt them crashing beneath my boots. Up there, I flattened her to the wall, tearing at her clothes.
It all came off in fistfuls. Sweater, blouse, bra, stopping one hot second to tweak those pink perky nipples. Then I undid her belt, shaking off her jeans, pinching her panties on both sides and ripping them down her legs.
Fuck, she felt incredible against me. My hand went low as we kissed, feeling for that tight warm pussy I needed like oxygen. Her cunt was so slick and hot my fingers sent rough heat through the rest of me when I pushed them into her softness, feeling her depths, thinking about the way my cock would be in there soon.
Emma moaned, arching her back, pushing those squeezable tits into my chest. She scratched at my neck, then her nails slipped lower, edging my cut.
“One second,” I grunted, surprised I could still form any words with heavy lust sitting on my shoulders like a drunken drummer, beating on my skull.
I tore off my clothes. Emma backed up, enjoying the show. When my boots were off and I shed my jeans, I let the cool air dance on my naked skin for a second, savoring the anticipation.
Okay, there. I'd done all the fucking savoring I was gonna do without being balls deep inside her. No more delays, no more teases.
Just raw, hard fucking.
And Emma was as ready as me. Somehow, the little minx slipped onto the bed while I stood there like a fool. She sat up, gold hair sitting in sexy curls on her shoulders, tits out and legs spread. One hand toyed with her clit, spreading that molten precious pussy for me.
“Oh...oh, fuck.” My cock pulsed.
It jerked me forward like a goddamned magnet. I got between her legs and pushed her down, down, taking her underneath me, right where she belonged.
“Tank!” My name melted into a hiss as I grabbed her breasts, squeezing them like a Viking who wanted to test out his brand new conquest.
My cock sat right between her sweet wet lips, ready to stretch her, fill her in one thrust. Fuck, it was hard to hold back, hard to even focus on her rosy nips peaking in my hands and mouth.
I kissed her deep, rolling my cock up and down, marinating myself in the only cream I wanted on my skin for the rest of my days. Hot, slick, inviting as all hell...
I pulled back to bite my own tongue as I changed angles. Her eyes wavered as she stared up at me, b
reasts rising and falling with her heavy, wanton breaths. She almost mirrored me, adding her own feminine twist, sucking her bottom lip against her teeth to chew away the insatiable tension.
“You're so fucking sexy, babe. You don't even know...love the way you keep that look all fired up just for me.” I cupped her chin in one hand and titled it up, readying another kiss.
“It's all yours. Take it.” Emma's words ended in a throaty purr, her legs winding around me, sleek heat pushing on my calves.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I couldn't take a second more of this torment. I plunged in, burying myself in her steaming, delectable little cunt, going all the way 'til my balls rested plush on her ass. Soon as I started to fuck, she bucked back.
We found our tempo fast, and she followed me as the frenzy rose. I kissed her and slapped her flesh with mine, our skin turning sticky as summer heat.
Outside, autumn was taking Missoula by the balls. But in here, it was the Fourth of Fucking July.
I raked her deep, filling her for all I was worth. And still, I wanted to go deeper, straight to her soul, the only place I could get when edging her womb wasn't enough. I grabbed her legs.
Emma had the full plump figure I enjoyed, but being a nurse kept her healthy and limber too. I threw her legs over my shoulders as she moaned with delight. I took her deeper, deeper, driving straight down, scraping my trimmed hair on her clit.
The friction pushed her off into the ether. Soon as I saw her clawing at the sheets and winding up like a spring, I smiled. I kicked my hips into higher gear, fast as they could go, sending her over the edge and clenching my ass so I'd hold back.
I had a lot more to give her, and I wasn't gonna bust my first load yet. I fucked her savage, straight through her screaming, clawing, sweat soaked climax, beating the hell out of her rickety bed each time I dominated her little puss, loving how it greedily sucked at my cock when she came.
The bead in my cock rubbed perfect. Must've hit her g-spot a hundred times, turning her body into a hot slick rod for pure pleasure.
I grinned through the heat. Every girl who'd ever had my dick inside them loved that fucking thing, but seeing Em come on it was a special kinda magic.
Come, babe, come. And keep on fucking coming. You're never more beautiful than when you're wrapped around me, losing your pretty head on my skin.
You work enough miracles for me and this club. Let me work one for you.
Gonna keep your brain switched off bullshit, tuned to feeling me inside you, and nothing else. Gonna make you crave this fucking dick 'til you need it so bad you'll never doubt us again, never doubt the way I'm gonna be in you my whole life, especially when you're in this bed wearing nothing but an old lady's cut.
Fuck! Imagining her in leather like mine with PROPERTY OF TANK on her back almost made my balls spit fire. Blaze gave Saffron one just like it with his brand. Only problem was Emma's mom had created the damned thing. I hoped like hell her mom wouldn't raise shit over her bedding a biker.
No, fuck bedding. Loving one, loving me with the same kinda crazy electric heat I felt when I loved her.
I pulled her off me just as she started to pant and open her eyes, coming off her high. I rolled, flattening myself on the bed, pulling her up onto me.
“Let's go for another ride, babe. Hop on and jerk this dick off with that hot ass silk between your legs. Don't stop 'til you're overflowing with my come.”
Emma blushed. She was getting better each time we fucked, but the girl had a long way to go to catch up with my dirty talk. No problem. We had a long life ahead to work it out, and more fucks penciled in than I could even count.
Having her up above me, riding dirty and wet, was so hot I wondered if the bed was gonna burst into flames. One thing was for sure: something was about to blow inside me, a little closer to a full on meltdown each time she bounced her ass in my hands.
I pulled her along, loving the red blush on her face. She got hotter, redder, wilder with every stroke. At first she it was slow and coy, like sinking into a hot spring. But once my girl got going, she let the fire shooting up her clit carry her away, bucking and grinding and panting as her orgasm closed in.
Her tits were flopping, ornaments screaming sex above my face. I reached up and squeezed, growling as her pussy convulsed around me. She threw her head back, hips swinging, desperate to capture every inch my cock had for her in its piston strokes.
Fuck! I gave it up.
My cock tensed to steel as I jerked inside her. My hands were on her ass again, holding her tight, fusing her hips to mine. Blew my load so fucking hard it rattled every bone in my body.
We came together. Two roman candles going off as one, coming our brains out in every twitch. My heartbeat grew to a roar in my own damned ears, the same steady pulse I had heaving my seed up into her.
Fuck, it was perfection incarnate. The tempo made me think about lots of things: gunfire, rain, fire oscillating, crackling wood splitting in its hearth.
“Tank...Jesus...” Her soft murmurs brought me back to reality.
I looked up, feeling my cock soften just slightly in the hot, sticky mess I'd left inside her. There was no pulling out. Not this time.
I reached up, caught one side of her pretty blonde locks and pulled. She was still trying to speak when I smothered her mouth with mine, shoving my tongue in her mouth. I'd let my tongue do the talking while I got hard again. I'd let it do the fucking too.
When I promised I was gonna fuck her senseless, I meant it. With her naked beauty draped all over me, there was no damned way I was getting up 'til we were both so spent we couldn't move.
After a few deep kisses, Emma understood.
We kissed and kissed 'til I was hard enough to thrust. Then I flipped her over on her back and joined my cock to her again. It was the second of many fucks that night, each one meant to show her that she was mine, dammit, and I was never, ever gonna let her go.
It was my turn to wake up alone and confused, karma being a fucking bitch after leaving Em this morning.
My eyes burned like hell. My stomach growled. It was still dark. Couldn't have been asleep more than a few hours after the way I laid into her. Last thing I remembered was Emma collapsing in my arms, gently dozing to sleep with her cheek on my chest.
What the fuck? Where is she?
I sat up, thinking maybe she'd gone to use the bathroom. I rubbed my hand across the faint outline on the bed next to me. Still warm.
My ears pricked up like a wolf tracking prey. Didn't know why, but something put me on edge. Somewhere in this house, something was fucked up.
I stood, reaching for my jeans and boots. I threw my pants on and started lacing up the boots while I strained to hear.
Damn. I would've settled for anything except this dead dark quiet. Running water, footsteps, voices...
Voices.
I couldn't make them out with total certainty 'til I poked my head outside the room. No, it wasn't my imagination. Downstairs, she was talking to somebody, and some asshole was talking back.
It wasn't a happy conversation. I knew the angry, scared, frustrated pitch entering a woman's voice better than she knew it herself. I'd seen too many girls hurt over the years in this life not to recognize it.
Fuck. I'd forgotten to throw my nine millimeter back on after our run in with the Rams. Damned thing was at the clubhouse, sitting in my locker.
I reached into one pocket for the hunting knife I hid inside. Had to creep like a fucking cat on the steps to avoid making them scream beneath my weight. The old stairs groaned a few times, but it wasn't shrill, not enough to tip off whatever fucknut was down there twisting my girl's panties.
Prowling closer, I cupped one hand to my ear and listened.
“No – no! I don't care how bad you need this, Mark. You shouldn't be doing this. And you sure as fuck shouldn't be pounding on my door at four o'clock in the morning!” Emma was irate.
I pressed my back to the wall next to her kitchen, listening c
lose, evaluating the situation. Who the fuck was Mark?
“Really, cuz? You're telling me you don't like being inconvenienced? Good, bitch! Imagine how I feel listening to those fucking recordings and finding out you turned them off at all the best parts! You helped those vicious freaks, helped them cover up their crimes.” Something slammed down on the counter.
Had to be the asshole's hand slapping silestone. While his back was turned, I peeked around the corner. Neither of them saw me. I recognized the tall, wiry bastard who'd been on her porch before. Same dick who'd given me that nasty fucking look as he climbed into his car.
Everything coming out of his mouth was confusing as hell. My brain didn't understand, but my fists knew better. They wanted me to reach in, grab that fuck by the throat, and stuff him in the sixty gallon garbage can in the garage.
Shit, if he got any closer, laid a single finger on her, I wouldn't be in here fucking off. I wouldn't be able to resist throwing the asshole through the nearest window...
“Well, cousin? What do you have to say for yourself?” He held his hand up, pushing it close to her face. “No, that's okay, don't answer me. You answer the AT-fucking-F. I don't care if you're family, Emma. You're interfering with a federal investigation right now, and you better have a damned good reason for tampering with my data.”
“You're right, Mark! I am!” Her whole body jumped as she screamed. Emma's robe flapped open on top, and she pulled it back together, turning away from him and snarling. “I don't care who you are or what I've done. You have no right to barge in here like this. Show me a warrant or get the fuck out of my house! I'm done. It was a mistake to act like I ever wanted to cooperate.”
“Warrant?” He slapped the counter again and started to laugh. A high, whiny sound perfectly suited to a bitch like him.