Hell's Fury: RBMC Tonopah, NV

by Nikki Landis

  She was a fucking survivor and a badass. My ol’ lady.

  Mimi slid from the stool and sauntered my way, swinging her hips in a seductive movement that stole every single brain cell from my head. Breathing faster, I stood there like an idiot and waited for her to approach, nearly growling when she lifted a hand and brushed her fingertips across my chest.

  “Hi, Dale.”

  She didn’t use my road name on purpose. Sneaky little seductress.

  “I’m feeling a little lonely. You got a cure for that?”

  Oh, fuck yeah. “S-sure do, sunshine.”

  Rael snickered from somewhere close by and I raised a finger, flipping him off. Who cared if I stuttered? My gorgeous girl was needing me and that was all that mattered.

  Not sure how I made it to our room because I blinked and we were standing inside, closed within as she lifted up on her tiptoes. “Would you do something for me?”

  Anything.

  “I’ve not had a guy between my legs because I wanted him there in a long time.” She blushed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

  “You want me to go down on you, baby?”

  Aw shit. I was done for now.

  “Yes.”

  “Lay on the bed,” I ordered softly, forcing my hands not to reach out and toss her there.

  I never wanted to taste a woman as badly as I did right now. Just the thought of crawling between her thighs filled my head with wicked thoughts but it was the trust she was placing in me, the control that really spoke more than any words that could have left her luscious lips.

  “You want to take the dress off or leave it on?”

  “Uh, off,” she decided, lifting the garment over her head, and throwing it over the closest pillow.

  Struck dumb, I greedily devoured her soft curves and flat stomach, imagining all the ways that my tongue would devour her flesh and my teeth would nibble that sweet, soft skin. My Reaper kept pushing to surface and I had to fight hard to keep my control. He wanted to devour her and fuck her hard but that wasn’t today. In the future, oh hell yeah.

  Kicking off my boots, I left them beside the bed as I draped my cut over the back of a chair and then ripped off my t-shirt. I didn’t undress any further because I didn’t know where this was leading and I didn’t want her to feel pressured.

  Mimi was laying back against the sheets, legs falling open and widening as I crawled onto the bed and settled between them.

  “Can I remove your thong?”

  Fuck. That red material drew my eye like a flag in front of a bull. Matching bra too. Sexy as motherfucking hell.

  She nodded, biting down on her bottom lip.

  With as much care as I could, I lifted my hands and tugged the material gently down as she lifted her bottom and slipped the silky lingerie over her feet. My attention focused on her bare pussy and I salivated, needing to know her scent and taste so I could commit it to memory.

  Sensing her unease, I chose to keep the interaction between us light, easygoing, even if I caught a brief flash of fear in her pretty eyes. Offering up a salacious grin, I winked at my sunshine right before I stuck out my thick tongue, dragging it across her core.

  “Oh!”

  Her deep, throaty cry of pleasure spoke to the beast within me and my mouth curved into a smile against the soft pink lips of her pussy at the same moment her hips lifted a couple of inches with involuntary need. My cock pulsed against the mattress and I fought against the urge to remove my jeans. A heavy breath released from my lungs as my hips rocked steadily into the sheets, wishing I was rocking into her instead.

  Hungry to be inside her and yet torn with the desire to keep tongue-fucking her sweet little cunt, I slurped and devoured her essence like it was my last meal. Lapping at her delicate folds, I chuckled lightly when her small hands gripped my head, tugging on my hair. My tongue rimmed that tight, sexy hole as she panted, calling out my name.

  Nothing ever sounded more addicting.

  She slapped her palms on the mattress and then sat up, leaning back on her elbows, watching me as her thighs parted wider, eagerness etched into the feminine and delicate contours of her face. Her eyes lit up with lust and approval as I kept my gaze locked with her own.

  She let out a guttural moan as I slid one finger inside her, gently moving in and out at the same time I flicked at her clit with my tongue. Two fingers slid into that wet, tight pussy next and I watched her reaction as she gently began to move in tandem, taking her pleasure from the combination of my fingers and tongue.

  It was the most erotic and sensual moment I had ever shared with any woman.

  A groan left my lips as she whispered my name like she’d come a thousand times the exact same way.

  “Dale.”

  I needed more. My fingers withdrew and I sucked each one, knowing I’d be doing this as often as I could. Grabbing her ass and sinking my fingers into that succulent flesh, I held her in place.

  “Tell me what you want,” I ordered, my voice little more than a growl.

  “Make me cum,” she begged, “please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Dale, my tough and handsome biker,” she moaned, arching her back, placing that slim throat on display.

  Fuck yeah.

  The beast in me wanted to sink his teeth into that delicate skin and bite down, claiming her in some wild and primitive way. Fucking barbaric but sexy as hell.

  Thrusting my tongue back inside her, I used the same two fingers to bring her to the edge, noticing when she clenched down and a gush of sticky fluid coated my lips. Mimi let out a wail of ecstasy as her body jolted and her hips lifted, desperate to extend her release as long as possible. I never stopped, prolonging it for her until she fell back against the sheets and her eyes widened.

  “Oh wow.”

  Now that was good for a guy’s ego.

  I lifted up and pressed a kiss on her forehead as I saw her eyes close. How fuckin’ adorable. I’d like to wake her up with my head between her thighs. She’d love it.

  “Someday, sunshine,” I whispered aloud, thinking she was asleep, “I’ll give you more and you’ll love every moment. Once you’re ready I’ll give you the entire fucking world. I swear it.”

  Sitting back, I moved to the edge of the bed and lifted my shirt, ready to tug it back on and let her rest.

  “Patriot.”

  Startled, I realized she was awake and heard me. “Yeah, baby?”

  “Don’t leave.”

  “Sunshine, I can’t stay. I want to be with you and I don’t want you to feel rushed.”

  SOMETHING BETWEEN ME and Patriot had changed and the connection we felt for one another was soul deep.

  The restlessness I previously felt was forgotten. I was staring into the deep blue of home –– safety, strength, affection –– and nothing could rip this moment away.

  When he whispered those words to me, I knew I couldn’t let him walk out that door. I wanted him and I needed to do this because I was tired of living my life in fear or regret.

  For the first time since I was rescued, I craved the intimacy we would share, and would almost beg for his lips to caress mine and to be owned by this big biker that I adored with all my heart.

  The softness of his gaze brought tears to my eyes.

  “I’m asking you to make love to me,” I clarified, watching as his eyes darkened, “I don’t want to wait any longer.”

  His reaction excited me. To feel that kind of desire now and be in control of what my body wanted was powerful.

  I realized that I didn’t have to conform to what society dictated. I didn’t have to bend and shape myself into some mold that everyone else believed I had to fit. There was only a handful of people that I genuinely cared about in this world. Those were the family and friends that were brave enough to stand by me when my entire world shattered. One man in particular that risked his own broken heart and took a chance on a silly girl that almost ruined her life.

  The man that I loved wit
h every breath I took, every beat of my heart.

  Dale Leonard Dixon. And if I did nothing else for the rest of my days, I would show him exactly how much he meant to me and how his acceptance, patience, and affection allowed me to heal from the worst kind of abuse.

  I sat up and removed my bra at the same time that Patriot stood and unbuckled his jeans, stripping so fast that it was almost funny. The man stood naked and proud, his tattooed chest catching my attention for the first time. Two eagles holding an American flag stretched across his pecs and soared above a row of gravestones that were tattooed across his abdomen. I didn’t have to ask the names that were etched into his skin. These were the Marines he lost overseas. His best friends and brothers he loved and served with until the end.

  My gaze dropped lower and I sucked in a breath, impressed by the monster jutting up from between his legs.

  “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take it slow.”

  “I know.” Lifting my hand, I waited for him to make a move.

  His muscles flexed and bunched as he joined me on the bed, moving between my thighs again. His lips lowered to my calf and slowly worked their way upward, skimming over my core and lavishing attention on both of my breasts, teasing my nipples and sucking until they sharpened into points.

  “You have great tits, sunshine. They’re perfect.”

  A giggle escaped until he began to massage each one, rolling the tips between his fingers and tugging slightly. My body jolted and the buzzing in my core began again as desire swept through ever inch. An involuntary moan left my lips as he lifted his head and his lips claimed mine, eager to move to the next level. His tongue entered my mouth and it was odd to taste myself but not unpleasant as he deepened the kiss and a sexy growl rumbled his chest.

  His body dwarfed my own as he pressed me down and into the sheets. It was that slight movement, the feeling of being caged in that did it. Panicking, my eyes snapped open and I freaked out, shoving against his chest.

  “Shit,” he cursed, backing away, and rolling to the side. “Fuck. Forgive me. I didn’t mean to make you feel held down.”

  Swallowing hard, I was disappointed in myself. That wasn’t what I wanted to happen.

  “Maybe we can try something else.”

  “Like?”

  “How about you tie me up?”

  “What?”

  “Yeah,” he replied with a grin. “You’re the one in control. Tie me to the fucking bed and then I can’t move without your consent.”

  Holy shit. That sounded naughty and perfect.

  “You sure?”

  “I’m sure. I want to give you something no one else ever has, sunshine.”

  “What?”

  “A choice.”

  Tears filled my eyes and I blinked them back, knowing that if I didn’t love him before, I would have fallen in love just from that sentence.

  “Okay. Let’s do it.”

  “Mimi,” I whispered huskily, brushing my lips over the shell of her ear, “I want you, but if you aren’t ready, baby, you got to let me know.”

  She was straddling my waist after tying both of my wrists to the headboard and securing them with a couple of my ties. Been ages since I had a reason to dress up and wear those silky bastards and I couldn’t think of a better reason to use them now.

  “I’m fine,” she assured me, pressing a kiss to the side of my jaw. “I’d like to try something.”

  Excitement flashed inside my body with enough heat to burn down the entire Crossroads. “Go for it.”

  “You don’t want to know?”

  “Nope. I trust you.”

  Trust. It was so easily given and so easily taken away. I’d thought about trust a lot over the few months that I’d known Mimi. As far as I knew, no man ever proved as worthy of her trust as I did, allowing her to restrain me. I took a bullet to keep her safe. I’d kill again if I needed to protect her.

  She slid down the mattress and aligned her head with my cock as my hips bucked and I tried not to imagine how fucking much I wanted her lips wrapped around my dick. That sweet smile of hers was combined with a wickedness that I hoped I saw a lot more of in the future.

  Her little pink tongue flicked out and licked her lips as she leaned in, grasping my cock in both of her hands. My head fell back with a curse when she wrapped her hot mouth around the head and began to suck. I jolted and groaned, forcing my hips not to move as she slowly slid down the length, covering my entire erection with a warm hug. I had to see her and it was almost my undoing when I saw her cheeks hollow out and she began to glide up and down my shaft, stopping to suck hard as I began to tremble.

  I wasn’t going to fucking last. Not if she kept this up.

  “Naomi,” I groaned, “baby, please. I’m gonna shoot my load.”

  Her light laugh was infectious and I grinned, tugging at the restraints as the urge to pull her close was denied.

  My cock left her mouth with a pop and I pistoned my hips, pumping a couple of times with the need to be inside my girl. She rose up and straddled my waist. I loved that she was smiling and happy. Her tits smashed against my chest and nearly stole my breath.

  The softness of her lips met mine and the kiss naturally deepened. I opened and surrendered to her when her tongue sought entrance. The kiss built and so did my hunger.

  I was so fucking aroused.

  Tying me up was the best choice. I wanted to dominate her, take charge, and control her, and savagely thrust into her body.

  It would have been too much.

  Mimi broke the kiss and began to stroke my dick with a precision and pressure that damn near killed me. I wanted in this woman so bad that it was the most delicious, sensual torture I’d ever known. My hips lifted and I groaned.

  “Fuck, Mimi.”

  All the blood in my head rushed south and all I could feel was this connection between her body and mine. We weren’t even having sex yet.

  She released me and then slid over my dick with her core, rubbing against it as my body reacted and I lifted off the mattress, connecting with her enough that I felt the dampness of her arousal.

  “I need you, baby. I’m about to lose my shit.”

  She let out a loud laugh and then reached for my cock, lining me up at her slick entrance. Slowly, she began to lower herself. An inch at a time, I filled her, sliding inside the warmth and softness of her pussy. I must have blacked out because I had no idea how I didn’t start thrusting wildly because she was the one that spoke first.

  “You’re so big. I feel full in the best of ways.”

  Damn. “You’ve got the best pillow talk, baby.”

  Her teeth nibbled her bottom lip. “I’m going to start moving, okay?”

  “Please,” I groaned, nearly falling apart.

  Mimi’s hips began to swivel as she rode me, grinding down as she found a rhythm she liked. Her pussy grew slicker as the natural lubrication in her body increased the more that she relaxed.

  Her tits bounced and it was the sweetest torture not to reach out play with her nipples. I couldn’t quite reach with my tongue but I tried, managing to lick her enough that she squirmed.

  “I’ve got to move too,” I warned.

  “Do it.”

  The beast inside me unleashed and I began pumping hard, lifting off the mattress as much as I was able as I slid into her pussy over and over again. One of the ties pulled free and I reached for her hip, cursing as she gripped my hand and we both moaned.

  “Oh, God, I’m so close,” she announced, increasing the speed that she moved those talented hips.

  “Touch yourself,” I ordered, watching the way she leaned back and how my cock was thrusting up into her, claiming Mimi as mine with every stroke. “I want to see you play with that clit.”

  Her hand dipped down and she strummed that sensitive bundle of nerves, rocking faster as the pleasure intensified.

  “Dale!” she shouted and I was glad that her body convulsed, fluids gushing as the proof of her orgasm drenched us both because I
was ready to explode.

  My body finished at the same time, pumping her full of my cum and it gave me a triumphant caveman satisfaction to know that I branded her as mine, giving a part of me I never dared to share with another. My game was always pull-out. Until now.

  The idea of kids suddenly wasn’t so bad as I stared into her eyes, chest heaving, and finding the love that I felt reflected back. She tamed me and didn’t even know it. I belonged to her as much as I claimed her and Naomi Lyla Peters was gonna be my wife someday.

  I didn’t doubt that she would make a perfect ol’ lady too.

  My free arm wrapped around her waist and I held her, placing a kiss on her head.

  “Gotta tell you something, sunshine.”

  Her head lifted and the smile that graced her lips lived up to the nickname I gave her the day we met. “Me too.”

  “Oh? You wanna go first?”

  She flushed. “No.”

  “Gotta untie my other hand first.”

  She laughed and reached up, untying the silk as it fell to the sheets with a whisper.

  Once I was completely free, I brought her in close and stared directly into those blue eyes that I adored so much. “I love you, Naomi. You’ve entered my life and made it worth living again. Fuckin’ can’t imagine it without you now.”

  “Dale,” she whispered, “I’m so in love with you too.”

  “I want you to be my ol’ lady.” I hoped to fuck she understood what that meant because it was giving her a huge part of myself and the life I loved as a Reaper and brother in the RBMC.

  “Okay. I’m not sure what I’d have to do, but I’ll figure it out.”

  “Hell yeah, you will. You’re born for this life, baby.”

  She lowered her head and rested it over my heart as I wrapped her up into my embrace. “I never would have believed I deserved this kind of future. You’ve shown me that hope exists and it’s okay to let it in.”

  I didn’t know what I did in this world right to deserve her sweetness and light but I sure as fuck was glad that I found her that day.