KNOCKED UP BY THE REBEL

by Nicole Fox

  I wished I could feel that cavalier about things. “Thank you for the clothes.” I took another sip. It was a little less intense this time, and I took another as an experiment. Maybe I could tolerate it after all.

  “My pleasure. I liked you in that dress, but I think I like you even more dressed like this.” He studied me openly, not trying to hide the way his dark eyes lingered on my breasts under the tight shirt. “It suits you.”

  “My mother would completely freak out if she saw me.” I took a longer swing at the thought. I’d managed to forget about her for brief periods of time, but memories of the look on her face as she yelled at me continued to haunt me.

  “Is that such a bad thing?”

  I smiled. “Maybe not. She’s pretty pissed at me, anyway. I guess I might as well go all out, right?”

  “Right.”

  A biker came by our table. He was big and blond, and I recognized him. He had been standing next to Snake when I had come back to the motel. He punched Snake in the arm and grinned. “Looks like things are working out for you.”

  “Fuck off, Moose,” Snake replied with a shake of his head.

  The big man moved off to talk to someone else.

  “Are you guys always so friendly with each other?” I asked. It was getting a little easier to talk now. My muscles had been tensed for the last two days—or perhaps for my entire life—and they were finally beginning to relax.

  “It’s just the way we are,” he explained. “But we’re close. The Warriors always watch out for each other.” Snake looked around the room proudly.

  “The Warriors,” I repeated. I hadn’t paid attention to their club name before, but I realized now that it was stitched on the backs of their vests. “What’s it like? Being in a motorcycle gang, I mean.”

  “We don’t call it a gang, first of all. It’s a club. But it’s more than that. We’re like family.” Snake polished off his drink and signaled a waitress for another round.

  I sucked down the last of mine to catch up with him. “It must be nice to have so many people who have your back. I can’t imagine what that must be like.” The lights in the bar were suddenly a little brighter. The place seemed cozier and more welcoming as I picked up the new glass the waitress had brought. It felt so good to be away from my mother’s house and on my own, even if I didn’t know exactly what I was going to do with myself or how things would turn out.

  “I know you said your mom is difficult, but don’t you have any other family? Your dad? Or some siblings or cousins?” He scrutinized me carefully, those dark eyes burrowing deep into my soul.

  “Mother was an only child. Her parents passed away when she was about my age. I never knew my dad. There were rumors that my mom purposely got pregnant to try to get him to stay with her, but he didn’t fall for it. He took off and never looked back.” I didn’t talk about this sort of thing normally, and I didn’t know why I was now. I sank more of the fizzy drink down.

  Snake raised his eyebrows, his mouth a firm line. “That’s harsh.”

  “Maybe,” I agreed. “But who knows what he might have been like. What if he was worse than my mom? But I always dreamed he would come swooping into town one day and want me to live with him. In those fantasies, of course, he was always kind and wonderful. He had the money to get a lawyer to get me away from her. I’m sorry, that’s so silly. So infantile. Things like that don’t happen.”

  His brows were lowered into a scowl now. “It’s not silly. I get it. My dad was a complete asshole, and I used to wish he would get run over by a semi or something. And don’t think that stopped when I got older. It was just me and him for a long time, and then he finally got remarried. My stepmother was a cruel woman, but I didn’t realize it until I was ready to move out. That’s when I joined the Warriors.”

  I smiled gently at him. Snake was a badass, a biker who had scared the crap out of my mother. But he was also something else. He had been kind enough to get me some clothes, and he was a real enough person that he had told me a little bit about his past. Was it possible that he was the type of guy that only existed in romance novels and movies? Was he the bad boy with a heart of gold? It was a nice idea, but I knew it couldn’t be true. Just like all the rest of my fantasies, it would never be a reality. Still that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy myself.

  “I love this song.” Someone had just dropped a couple quarters in the jukebox, and a slow tune was playing. I closed my eyes and listened to the music, losing myself in it for a moment. I felt a hand on mine and opened my eyes.

  “Let’s dance.” Snake pulled me up out of my chair and out onto the floor. His grip was firm, but he was careful not to hurt me.

  I went willingly, draping my arms around his shoulders as we swayed to the music and enjoying the feel of his arms around me. He was a good dancer, his steps confident as his body moved in perfect time. “You’re good at this. I didn’t know bikers knew how to dance.”

  He laughed. “I think it all depends on the company.”

  “How’s that?” I leaned back a little so I could look into his face. He was fun to talk to, even when we weren’t talking about anything.

  Snake tipped his head to the side. “My theory is that if you’re dancing with someone you don’t like, you’re not going to do well. You’ll be stiff, awkward. But dancing with someone you like is completely different. It comes naturally.”

  I giggled as he spun me around, letting go with one hand and then pulling me back to him with a quick snap of his arm. I stumbled into him, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t remember having so much fun in my life. “You’re something else, you know that?”

  “If you say so.”

  The song ended, and we returned to our seats. Dancing had made me thirsty, and I took another long pull of my whiskey and Coke. “This is good stuff. I don’t know where it’s been all my life.”

  “Yeah, maybe you ought to slow down a little.” Snake gently took the glass from my hand and set it on his side of the table. “I have a feeling you aren’t usually much of a drinker.”

  This time when I smiled it felt as though the corners of my mouth stretched all the way to my ears. I tried to stop, but I couldn’t. “Not really, but I think I will be from now on.” I leaned against the back of my seat. The little black purse Juniper had helped me pick out fell to the floor. I got out of the chair to pick it up, but I nearly fell over in the process. “I’m a little dizzy,” I said with a snicker.

  Snake stood up and put his arms around me. “Let’s get you to the motel. I think you’ve had enough.”

  “But I’m having fun,” I insisted just before I tripped over my own foot. He caught me before I hit the floor and pulled me into his arms. I was definitely drunk, but having such close contact with him was increasing my high.

  Guiding me out into the night, Snake went right past his bike and toward the sidewalk. “I think it’s safer if we just walk,” he said.

  I tried to nod but I tipped to the side and fell into him.

  “Okay. Come on.” With one quick, easy motion, he picked me up and carried me in his arms.

  The sensation was almost too much on top of feeling dizzy and excited. I could have been flying as we crossed the street that way, soaring through the night air with glee. He set me down just long enough to unlock our door, and then he picked me back up again and laid me gently on the bed. He pulled off my shoes and came around the side of the bed to look at me. “You just rest for a little while. I’ll find you a bottle of water or something.”

  Before he could step away from the bed, I reached up and grabbed his collar. “I want to thank you.”

  “For what?” His face was gentle, and he didn’t try to pull out of my grip.

  “For everything.” I couldn’t stop looking at him. With that strong nose, square jaw, and the way he had scooped me up so easily, Snake was the most intriguing thing in the room. “But mostly for just being so damn good looking.” I pulled him down toward me and pressed my lips to his.

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bsp; It wasn’t the same as the last time he had kissed me, back in that motel room in Johnson City. It wasn’t some strange man trying to get something out of me. Instead, we were two people who were trying to leave the world behind in pursuit of something new. I tasted him as though tasting something fresh and exotic.

  Snake groaned hungrily as he put his fists on either side of my head and leaned over the bed. He was closer to me now, deepening the kiss, and he probed my mouth with his tongue. The feel of the rough surfaces gliding over each other made me hot between my legs, and I didn’t try to push him away when he lifted my shirt, ran his hand over my stomach, and wrapped it around my hip.

  I felt as dizzy and distant as though I was experiencing all of this through someone else’s body, but it was so good that I didn’t want it to end. Taking my hand off his collar, I put my wrists behind his neck and pulled him closer. He succumbed easily to the pressure, one leg coming over me until his knee was on the bed.

  Now he broke the kiss to trail his lips down my jaw and neck. He flipped my shirt up in one swift motion in order to explore my breasts. His hands were all over me, smoothing across my ass and up my back. I arched my hips toward him, encouraging him, and he gladly took the hint. Snake took my tank top completely off and flung it across the room. Next came the wide belt Juniper had picked out for me, and then he was wiggling my jeans down off my hips.

  Just as he reached for my panties, I stopped him. “You can’t be the only one having any fun.” I pushed him off me so I could sit up on the edge of the bed. I didn’t dare stand up in case I fell over again. With his help, I pulled his shirt over his head. I was right at eye level with his stomach, and I marveled at the muscled smoothness of his stomach. I had not missed the tattoos that covered his arms, but I finally realized what they were. A huge cobra coiled from his upper chest, across his shoulder, and down his left arm.

  “Is that why they call you Snake?” I asked teasingly as I traced my fingertips over the fine scales.

  “It’s one of the reasons. Maybe you can figure out the other one.”

  I had him out of his boots and pants until he was standing before me in his boxer briefs. From the first moment I had seen him, I’d known he was good looking, but it was nothing compared to how he looked now. His muscles were long and sleek, powerful but not bulky. I could simply have stared at him for hours, especially considering the state I was in, but he was too gorgeous not to touch. I pulled him back down to me again.

  “I have to tell you,” he said as his fingertips slipped inside the waistband of my panties and began pulling them down, “I’m not going to let you tease me this time. I want you, and I mean to have you.” His voice was husky in my ear.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” I promised.

  Snake brought his hands up to my bra, and he expertly unclasped the back and slipped it off my shoulders. “God, you’re beautiful.” He kissed one nipple and then the other, seeming to regret having to leave them alone for a moment while he took off his underwear.

  I could feel his hardness against me as he lowered himself. Knowing that he was as turned on as I was made me so wet, but it also made me realize just how big of a step this was. “Um … Snake?”

  His chocolate eyes were hard as they looked into mine. “Want to do something that will really piss your mom off?” The head of his dick pressed against me, throbbing, insisting.

  My legs spread for him, welcoming him. “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Tell me how badly you want me,” he commanded. “You’ve turned me down before, so you’re going to pay for it now. You have to convince me.”

  “Please,” I begged. “Please, Snake. I need you inside me.” I trembled underneath him, so desperate to do this that I could barely stand it.

  He didn’t make me plead for long. He pushed his hips forward and came into me. My eyes widened and I grabbed his upper arms as I gasped. I hadn’t expected him to feel so huge inside me, or to fill me up like he did. But it felt good, and I slowly made myself relax again. I was determined to enjoy this, to indulge in something I’d never had before.

  “Are you okay?” He was concerned, but he didn’t stop. I could feel the urgency in his body; he wanted to take me much harder and faster, to satisfy his own cravings. But Snake slowly moved in and out of me, working gently until he knew I could handle it.

  I nodded and moved my hips to put us at a better angle. Instead, my motion pushed him further inside me. Something changed, and a wave of pleasure shivered down my body. “Yes, very much so.”

  He took me at my word and bent his head to work at my breasts once again, hardening them into pert buds as he caressed them with his tongue. I arched my back toward him, and he buried his face between the mounds.

  Suddenly, he was pushing himself off me.

  “What’s wrong?” I wondered what I had done. I didn’t want him to stop.

  “Absolutely nothing.” He rolled over so that he was next to me on the bed, and he reached out to grab me. “Come here. It’s your turn.” Snake brought me up and on top of him.

  I sucked in a breath, surprised and yet excited. Straddling his hips, I slowly found the tip of his cock and plunged myself down on him. I slowly undulated my hips, realizing that I now had control. I could determine how deep he went inside me, how he rubbed against that special spot, and how fast we went. I picked up speed slightly, eager to please him as well as myself. I braced my hands on the pillow on either side of his head.

  Snake ran his hands up my arms to my shoulders and pulled me down toward him until my breasts hung in his face. He once again buried himself between them, turning to the side to suckle hard on the left one until he felt me flinch. Then he moved to the other, his hips bucking in time to my movements as he worked. I felt his hands down my back, in my hair, and across my ass.

  Never before had I experienced someone who wanted me so badly, who wanted to touch every inch of my skin all at once. I was doing something wild and free, and I was enjoying it so much more than I ever imagined I could. I tossed my head back and closed my eyes, paying attention to every quiver of my body until it built up into a crescendo. I pulsed around his cock, drawing him in further as if even my body knew I couldn’t get enough of him. Explosions lit fireworks behind my eyes, and I let out a soft moan.

  “There you go, baby. You get everything you need, and then it’s going to be my turn.”

  Both his generosity and his claim on me turned me on all the more, and I bit back a scream as yet another orgasm washed over my body.

  “Don’t hold back,” he encouraged in a low voice. “Let anyone who wants to hear us know how much you’re enjoying yourself. It’s your moment.”

  I couldn’t help but obey. My hips slammed against him as every muscle in my body—even muscles I hadn’t known existed—contracted and released in a blissful rush of pleasure. The scream came barreling up through my lungs, born of some wild animal instinct buried deep inside me. When it was over, mini pulses continued to rack my body, and I couldn’t take any more.

  Snake acted quickly, moving me around like a rag doll as he set me aside and stood up. He pulled me to the edge of the mattress, spreading my legs and entering me once again. This time, he wasn’t so gentle. He slammed himself against me, holding me by my hips to keep me in place. His balls smacked into me as he worked, and the sensation made me tighten up inside all over again. I caressed my breasts with my hands as they jiggled and bounced, feeling so horny, so sexy, so wanted. Snake’s grip on my hips hardened as he plowed me harder, and I felt his girth expand. He closed his eyes and grunted as he filled me, diving as deep as he could as he got his pleasure.

  When he was done, he collapsed on top of me. He was breathing heavily and drops of sweat clung to his brow as he rested his face against my breasts. I ran my hands through his thick hair and smiled.

  Chapter 9

  Snake

  When the morning sun filtered through the windows of the motel room, I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow. I
t had been a late night, and I hadn’t gotten enough sleep. The few hours I had gotten, though, had been deep. A gentle movement in the bed next to me reminded me that I wasn’t alone.

  I reached over and wrapped an arm around Bambi, pulling her close. She was tall, but she weighed nothing. I liked that I could throw her around a little, and I hoped I would have a chance to experiment with that some more. Our lovemaking had been amazing; I felt as though I had never truly been satisfied until that night. I kissed her shoulder as I curled my hand around her body to find her breast. Maybe we could have another round before breakfast.

  But Bambi stiffened. It was a reaction of hers that I was beginning to become familiar with. It was only when she was pliant in my hands that she was truly relaxed. The rest of the time, she was tense and rigid like a doll. She held herself as tightly as she could, as though it would keep the rest of the world away, but it couldn’t work for long.