Ridin' Dirty: An Outlaw Author Anthology (OAMC Book 1)

by Blue Remy

  I pounded her ass with no regards to her pleasure for a good twenty minutes. If her scent had changed to show she wasn’t enjoying herself I’d have done something different, but as long as she seemed okay, I was only in it for myself. The guys had assured me she was safe to fuck, and I was only going to fuck women who were part of our world from now on.

  My dick had gotten me kicked out of Asheville and I wasn’t going to make the same mistake here. I missed my brothers in Asheville. I’d grown close to the Chattanooga chapter but I wished I hadn’t fucked up and had to move.

  But I also wasn’t interested in a relationship. I’d probably learn this bitch’s name at some point, but until then she’d just be another blondie in my mind.

  She dropped to her chest and reached for her clit, and I warned, “I’m not even close to being done, blondie. If you get yourself off you’ll lose your edge. Stay like this for me, I’ll get you off before I blow.”

  Her whimper went straight to my groin, and my cock grew impossibly harder as I slammed into her, over and over. I could feel her heat — she hadn’t been kidding about my fucking her raw the night before, and she’d really be feeling me after this morning. If her arousal dropped even a little, she’d lose the edge that made her want the pain.

  With a sigh, I realized I should probably end this soon. Humans just can’t handle what a shifter can, no matter how much of a masochist they may be.

  I shortened my cock and added as much mass to my girth as I thought I could get away with, and felt my own sadistic grin as she yelped at the pain of my spreading her asshole wider while I pistoned in and out of her beautiful bottom.

  I reached around for her clit and teased the area around it before I squeezed it through her labia. Her arousal level skyrocketed and I inhaled deeply during my final dozen thrusts, and then pressed in and filled the condom deep in her ass as she jerked and spasmed through her own release, and we likely awakened every wolf in the building. Possibly some of the humans, too.

  I collapsed beside her when we were finished, and she carefully removed my condom and carried it to the trash can beside my door.

  “You done with me?”

  Yeah, she had enough self-respect to leave before I told her it was time to go, and yet enough manners to make sure we were finished before walking out the door.

  “Yeah, blondie. You got clearance to wonder around down here, or do I need to walk you up?”

  “I have clearance to get myself out of the building.”

  “You drive yourself here, or should I get a prospect to take you home?”

  “I’m good, Nix.”

  Hmmm, that was a lie, but should I call her on it? Shit, yeah, something wasn’t right and until I figured out the politics of where everyone in the club landed, I couldn’t afford to piss anyone off. Not even a sweet butt.

  “Are you leaving ‘cause you got somewhere to be, or because your ass is sore and you’re afraid if you stay, I’ll take you again?”

  “Does it matter?”

  “I wouldn’t take your ass again, blondie. I know I did a number on you, but I also know you enjoyed it. I stopped you from gettin’ yourself off because I knew it’d be too much after you came. If you’re leaving ‘cause it’s time to go then we’re good. If you’re leaving because you’re afraid of what I might do if you tell me no? We aren’t. Club rules might say you can’t turn us down just ‘cause you aren’t in the mood, but I promise you that if you don’t want me to do something because it’ll be a bad pain — I won’t. I might do something else, but unless there’s a reason to punish you for something…” I shrugged, then remembered she could probably only see my silhouette.

  I reached for my bedside light and turned it on. “My alarm is set for three hours from now. You’re welcome to sleep here until then, and I can drop you somewhere on my way to the gun store, assuming you don’t live an hour away.”

  “I hear you teach rifle classes?”

  “This isn’t a get-to-know-you-session. It’s an invitation to sleep a few more hours unless you have somewhere to be.”

  “I have to be at work in two hours. Enough time to get home, shower and change, and get there. My car’s parked in the lot here. I’m good.”

  I nodded. This time, she meant it when she said she was good. She’d just needed to hear I hadn’t used her with no thoughts to how she was handling it, apparently. I turned my light off as I told her, “Lock my door as you leave. Thanks for last night and this morning.”

  Chapter Two

  Tippy

  I inhaled as I entered the gun store, and told my inner deer to chill the fuck out. Yeah, there were wolves and a grizzly bear here, but they weren’t going to eat a paying customer.

  The new RTMC range has an underground one-hundred yard facility, and I was overriding the deer’s aversion to predators in order to come here to shoot instead of enduring thirty-degree weather in my backyard. I’d bought a house in the sticks with enough acreage to make my own range, but I had to admit it was nice to come to a professional range in midwinter.

  I grinned at Horse as I walked in, but then did a double-take. The range didn’t open until two on Saturdays because there were classes in there. Horse taught the classes, so…

  “Why aren’t you teaching? Are your enrollment numbers down? I thought y’all had to add to the schedule because you had so many people signing up?”

  “Got a new teacher. Ex-military sniper, and he’s teaching a rifle class this morning. We’re outfitting a new classroom so I can teach handguns while he handles the rifle side. Until then, we’ll just do one or the other, like before when it was just me teaching.”

  “It’s afternoon, Horse.”

  He chuckled. “Still morning to those of us who partied until practically dawn.”

  I shook my head and walked toward the display cases. “Got anything new in?”

  He showed me a few carry-sized pistols, and then I wandered over to the gun sights and we discussed some of the new lighter-weight options. We were deep into conversation when I smelled a handful of humans and a wolf I didn’t recognize by scent, but I forced myself to remain calm and focus on the conversation with Horse. The wolf talked to the people in his class as he walked them out, helped someone choose between range bags, and then walked over to us.

  I glanced at him as he neared, and then looked at Horse, hoping the wolf wouldn’t talk to me if I didn’t appear interested. He had a close trimmed beard and thick hair my fingers itched to fondle, and his self-assured cocky stride made me want to watch him walk while my deer wanted to turn and run.

  He stepped close enough to us it would’ve been rude for me to continue looking at Horse, so I turned toward him and tried to look normal.

  “You’re Tiffany Mason.”

  I took three steps back as adrenaline flooded my system, but I stood straighter and told him, “Tippy. Friends call me Tippy. How do you know who I am?”

  He gave me a wry grin. “Watched you in the Olympics, saw you on the medal stand. What are you doing in Chattanooga?”

  “Olympics?” Horse asked, his voice gentle as if he didn’t want to make me any more skittish.

  “I’m fine, Horse. Don’t treat me with kid gloves. Yeah, I shot competition and have lots of medals and trophies, but I retired from that life.”

  “If you’d told me your history I wouldn’t have made you take the class before you could use the range, Tip.”

  I shrugged towards Horse without explaining why I didn’t like to broadcast my history and make myself the person to beat. I met the new guy’s gaze and asked, “You know who I am — perhaps you’ll introduce yourself?”

  “I’m Nix.”

  “Another nickname, I assume?” He wasn’t wearing an RTMC vest, but Horse told me they didn’t in the gun store, on the advice of a couple of attorneys.

  He nodded. “I’ll let you get back to whatever you were buying.”

  “I came for the range. I’ll just pay for my targets and go shoot.”


  I spent time in both the rifle and pistol ranges, and it was nearly five o’clock when I finally came back out front.

  Chapter Three

  Nix

  I smelled her as she came down the hallway toward the front of the store, and arranged to be in her way as she walked through.

  I’d been in town two months, ample time to become friends with the local MC members enough they offered me a Chattanooga patch — and to get to know the city so I could manage a decent date. Maybe. My favorite restaurants serve large quantities of meat, but Horse’s girl is a rabbit shifter and when they’ve invited me to lunch we’ve gone places with good organic greens and veggies on the menu. As a bonus, some of these places have grass fed beef, which is so much better than the crap from factory farms.

  She stopped and looked up when I blocked her way and I wished she wasn’t so afraid of me. I took a step back in the hopes I’d ease her skittishness as I asked, “I was thinking of heading to The Village House for dinner, would you like to join me?”

  She shook her head. “Unless you made reservations weeks ago, you won’t get in.”

  “If I can get us in, will you join me for dinner?”

  She looked at me a few seconds before asking, “Why?”

  “I could blow smoke up your ass and tell you I’ve only been in town a few months and all of my friends are in the MC and I’d like to branch out, and that’s true enough it wouldn’t come off as a lie… but if I’m honest then I’ll tell you I’d like to get to know you.” I shrugged. “I won’t hurt you, and neither will anyone else when you’re with me.” And I wouldn’t fuck her until I was sure she wasn’t related to local LEO, but I didn’t say that part, yet.

  “No one in town knows who I really am,” she told me, her voice soft. “I like to keep a low profile. Dating someone in your MC is the opposite of…” She shook her head. “I’m really sorry, but—”

  “Dinner, Tippy. We can drive separately, or if you don’t want to deal with parking you can ride on my bike and I’ll bring you back here when we finish. I’m not asking you to marry me.” I searched my brain for something I could use to entice her. “I have a new .338 Lapua Magnum I plan to play around with tomorrow, and I have a two mile range at my house. Have dinner with me, and if I don’t scare you too bad, you’re welcome to come shoot with me tomorrow.”

  “A two-mile range?”

  I nodded and she said, “Longest confirmed kills are in the one-and-a-half-mile range.”

  “And the fact you know this off the top of your head, and you know what kind of gun I was talking about without my having to explain, are two of the reasons I’d like to take you to dinner.”

  Her smile was adorably shy as she told me, “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in seeing what you can do on a two-mile range.”

  I had a feeling I’d get farther with Tippy by giving in, so I told her, “I won’t hold dinner hostage. You can come tomorrow whether you grace me with your presence this evening or not.”

  She rolled her eyes. “My car and gear will probably be safer in front of the RTMC gun store than at the restaurant, so I’ll ride with you. Just let me stow everything in the trunk.”

  I followed her out and watched from a few feet away as she put her weapons and range bag in the trunk of her Audi RS5. She was stowing around twenty thousand dollars’ worth of weapons into a seventy thousand dollar car, and I tried to sound casual as I said, “Apparently, whatever you do now pays quite well.”

  “You’re a car guy and a gun guy?”

  “V8, seven speed transmission.” I looked at her, debating whether to add my thoughts. “It’s what someone who wants a precision machine—but doesn’t want to draw attention to themselves—would drive.”

  She glanced at me before strapping everything in and closing the trunk. “Guilty. Like I said, I like to keep a low profile.”

  I nodded. “Okay then, I won’t wear my colors at dinner.”

  “Colors?”

  “My RTMC vest.”

  Her face went bright red at the thoughts of being with someone who drew attention to himself, and I chuckled. “I have a helmet for you to wear. Let’s go through the store to the back.”

  Chapter Four

  Tippy

  I’d expected a racing bike, but Nix had a huge motorcycle with an awesome seat for me behind him.

  I knew the engine was going to be loud, but I wasn’t expecting it to vibrate so much when he started it, and he patted my arm at my fear when the bike roared to life.

  I wrapped my arms around him — probably tighter than necessary — and he slowly pulled through the parking lot and maneuvered out into traffic.

  I’d never really considered how vulnerable bikers are, driving amongst cars, but I felt like everyone’s eyes were on me and there was no way to hide. The cars, trucks, and SUVs around us seemed more like armored tanks, and when we finally parked five or ten minutes later my nerves were shot.

  Why had I thought a short ride through town on a motorcycle was doable?

  He helped me get my helmet off as he said, “I’m sorry you were so scared. Is there anything I can do to keep from scaring you so much on the way back?”

  Damned wolf senses. He could smell my deer’s terror. I took a breath and resolved to get my fear under control as I told him, “I’m okay. It’s a new experience and I guess I just hadn’t expected to feel so… naked… amongst the cars.” I tend to stutter when I’m scared sometimes, so I’ve learned to stop talking and form my words carefully.

  I smelled wolf arousal a split second after I said the word naked, and I turned away and blushed. I’m not a sexual prude, but I wasn’t prepared to deal with sexual tension with a wolf. Talk about the king of all bad ideas.

  “C’mon, my darling little deer. Let’s get some food in us.”

  He didn’t sound patronizing, thank goodness, and I turned to him and let him walk me into the restaurant, his hand at the small of my back.

  Somehow, in the short time I’d known him, I’d started seeing him as protector rather than predator. His hand at my back meant safety, not danger.

  It still didn’t mean sex was a good idea, though.

  I expected a long wait, because no way did he just happen to have reservations. However, as soon as the hostess saw us walk in the door she smiled and said, “Nix, Sally said to expect you. We’re clearing a table near the back now. Follow me, please.”

  Once we were seated and alone, I asked, “Who’s Sally?”

  “The manager. I called while you were in the range and told her I might be by for dinner, and Horse texted her once you said you’d eat with me, to let her know we were on the way.”

  “How do you know her?”

  “This is a favorite restaurant for several of our members, so we installed their security system and give them a deep discount to monitor them. We’ve put the restaurant under our formal protection, and they make sure they can fit us in when we get a hankering for farm-to-table goodness.”

  I shook my head and changed the conversation. “I’m not the only one with expensive toys. Depending on how you have it tricked out, I’m guessing you have at least ten grand in your .338 Lapua.”

  “And you stowed about twice that amount in weaponry in the back of your seventy grand car.”

  “I bought it used, with fifteen thousand miles on it so I didn’t pay full price. As for the weapons…” How much should I tell him? I wasn’t prepared to tell him too many personal details, so I hedged with, “For a variety of reasons, I didn’t pay retail for most of them, either.”

  “You’ve traveled around the world to compete, what made you settle in Chattanooga?”

  “I have family in the Deer enclave in Northeast Alabama, and I own property just over the Georgia line, past St. Elmo.” Most Deer can’t handle living in human society. Our freeze-or-flee instinct pretty much paralyzes us, but I’d made the decision to fight past it so I could live my dream of shooting in the Olympics. It wasn’t easy, and still isn�
��t, but I prefer living outside the safety of the enclaves.

  He sat back and looked at me a few seconds before saying, “Full disclosure. I had our resident computer geek tell me what he could legally find out about you, while you were in the range.”

  My heart sped and my breathing went shallow, and I forced myself to take a deep breath and let it out, and then take another before I asked, “Do I dare ask what he found out?’

  “Mason was your maiden name. You married and divorced, but kept his name, probably to try to stay under the radar so people wouldn’t recognize you as Tiffany Mason the Olympian. You go by Tippy Delfino, now.”

  I took a sip of water to try to stay calm. “What else did he find out?”

  “Tippy Delfino is a gunsmith who specializes in custom work and has a number of federal dealer licenses, which is why you don’t pay retail for your weapons, and it’s why two of the custom guns I saw didn’t cost anywhere near what they would if you’d payed a gunsmith to make. You made them.”

  I nodded. “So, that’s three people in town who know who I am?” Nix, Horse, and now their computer geek. I’d hidden for so long, and my heart was in my stomach as I worried what this might mean for my anonymity.

  “My turn to tell you some private stuff.” He took a breath and let it out. “I was in the RTMC in Asheville, and met a sweet girl in a bar. It was one of those clubs that lets people in as long as they’re eighteen, and stamps people based on whether they can have alcohol or not. They bring in live bands—up-and-coming-talent—and the cover charge is substantial so I guess it’s worth the hassle to bring in those extra people.” He shrugged, fiddled with his hands, and then settled them on his legs. “She’d just turned eighteen and was there celebrating with friends. She was still in high school, but I didn’t ask about that. In my defense, I asked to look at her driver’s license, and questioned her to be sure she wasn’t a minor before I fucked her.”