Curvy for Him: The Botanist and the Biker (Curvy for Him Series Book 8)

by Annabelle Winters

  “I may have big balls, but my brain isn’t that fucking tiny, you overeducated brat,” I growl through a cocky grin. “I don’t want a fucking war. It’s my choices that started this mess, and I can’t have even a single member of my crew get hurt, let alone killed.” I shake my head and lose the grin. “Look, my crew would go to war in a fucking heartbeat if I tell them everything. That’s the code we live by. We’ll bleed for our brothers without hesitation. And fuck, I’d have already told them everything if it had just been me in that park and I’d killed one of the Vipers. They’d have hooted and cheered, pounded some whiskey, and in an hour we’d be saddled up and riding, locked and loaded with blood in our hearts. But after meeting you . . .”

  I trail off as that fantasy of me riding away from all of this with Helen’s curves pressed tightly against me comes roaring back with a vividness that makes me almost choke up. And now I know it’s more than a fucking fantasy. It’s a vision of the future. A future I want. A future I’ll fight for, bleed for, risk everything to make real. It’s the only way. The only way out. I can’t involve my gang, because if I do my debt to my brothers will only run deeper. This is the only way out. I have to fight my way out on my own.

  She nods as if she understands. She also stays silent, like she knows I don’t want to talk about it, don’t want to say out loud that I’m ready to leave this life of violence and crime behind, ready to be a husband and a father, ready to give myself completely and utterly to her, to my Helen of Troy.

  But first I gotta fight for her. Fight for that future. Fight for my fucking forever. My whole life has been blood and darkness, and before I can step into the realm of love and light with my angel, I gotta finish what I started.

  And since it was a blood debt that I started, that’s what I have to risk.

  My own blood.

  My own fucking life.

  I still don’t know exactly what my plan is, but I know what comes next. And so I take Helen’s hand in mine and lead her back to that lime-green Prius.

  “Don’t you want directions to the cabin?” she says after I slam the car into gear and push it as hard as I can without risking getting pulled over.

  “Not yet,” I mutter, adjusting the rearview and grinning. “Gotta pick up something first.”

  7

  HELEN

  The throaty roar of Hawk’s bike drowns out my scream as we blast off down the country road. The vibration of the engine sends chills through my body, and I hold tight as Hawk bobs and weaves through the traffic until we leave them all in our dust. I feel free and alive in a way I’ve never felt, and I would raise my arms like I’m on a rollercoaster if I weren’t so afraid of falling off and ending this crazy dream.

  “You all right back there?” he yells, turning his head halfway, his mouth wide in a huge grin. I can see how much he loves to ride, how he was born to ride, how all the lines on his face disappear as he regains his boyhood sense of adventure and freedom when the wind blows through his thick, dark hair.

  “Never better,” I whisper against his back, smiling as I lean against his jacket, smell the musk of leather mixing with the pungency of gasoline, the smokiness of burnt rubber . . . and a whole lot of danger.

  I almost scream again as I try not to think of the craziness that’s suddenly my life. I met this guy less than a day ago, and now we’ve ditched my car and are riding up north to break into my employer’s property to hatch some twisted plan to draw a murderous biker gang up there and . . . and do what, exactly?

  I fight back the panic at the uncertainty of what’s going to happen up there. I haven’t asked Hawk what he thinks he can broker or negotiate with Carl when we’re outnumbered and outgunned and totally at the mercy of some cold killer. I know he won’t call his crew up there, even though I also know he’s conflicted about it. I know a part of him is willing to put his crew at risk to protect me. But there’s another part of him too, a part of him that wants to take this on himself, to protect me himself even though the risk is far greater.

  Yes, the risk is greater, I think as I sigh and close my eyes as the wind whips my open hair in a strangely soothing way. But so is the reward, isn’t it?

  Because I could tell from the look in Hawk’s dark eyes that there’s another reason he doesn’t want to ask his crew to go to war for him and his woman.

  He wants to break away from them.

  He wants to start a new life.

  A new life with me.

  A new family with me.

  A new forever with me.

  “I love you, Hawk,” I whisper against his back, knowing he can’t hear me. He glances back at me almost like he did hear me, and I nod as if that makes total sense. As much sense as anything else in the past day has, at least. “I fucking love you, you ax-wielding animal!”

  “It’s not an ax, it’s a tomahawk,” he yells over at me. “I have Navajo Indian blood in me.” Then he glances over his shoulder and winks. “And so will our children. You feel them growing in your womb?”

  “What?” I shout, laughing at the madness of this conversation. “OK, everything you said is so wrong, I don’t even know where to begin! Firstly, just because you’re part Native American doesn’t mean you have some divine right to carry a fucking tomahawk everywhere! That’s stereotyping, even if you’re Native American yourself.” I shake my head again. “As for children growing in me? Um, you know that it’s biologically impossible to know that so soon. Also, the chances of a woman over thirty conceiving after just one encounter is almost—whoa, what are you doing? Hawk? Hawk!”

  He brakes so hard that my body squishes against his with the momentum, and before I even catch my breath he’s pulled off the country road and stopped in a clearing just past the treeline. I’m still reeling with shock, but before I can say another word Hawk kicks out the bike stand, stabilizes the big, heavy motorcycle, and then swung his legs around me and faces me.

  And then he’s kissing me. He’s kissing me hard, with fury, with even more urgency and desperation than the wildness that drove our first coupling. My pussy is already oozing my wetness through my tights and all over the black leather seat, and I can smell myself as I gulp some air before he kisses me again.

  “So the chances of you getting pregnant are small from just one encounter?” he growls, grasping my boobs and squeezing so hard I groan out loud and stick my chest out as the arousal surges through me almost like the hot bike between my legs is adding to my heat. “Then two encounters should double the chances, right? How’s that math, babe?”

  “That’s good math,” I mutter as Hawk pulls my top off and sucks my left nipple while he pinches my right boob so hard it hurts in the most wonderful way. His other hand is rubbing my spread-open crotch through my tights, pushing the soaked Spandex into my cunt as his big thumb presses my clit so hard I suddenly come with a explosion that I swear soaks Hawk’s hand even though I’ve still got my tights on!

  “Oh, fuck, you’re so wet, babe,” he growls as he rubs my pussy even harder, licking my neck as I come for him, all over his hand, all over his fucking bike. “Come for me again. Keep fucking coming. Oh, hell, I can smell you, babe. I need to taste you. I need to fucking drink from you.”

  Hawk pushes me down on my back as I gasp and reach out behind my head to hold on to the bike. It’s a massive, heavy Harley-Davidson, with a seat broad enough even for my big ass and wide hips, and when Hawk pulls my tights off me and tosses them over his head, I spread my legs and wrap them around him.

  A moment later his jacket and shirt are gone, and with a roar his rams his face between my open thighs, driving his tongue into my vagina and curling it upwards as I come all over his beard again. He reaches up and spreads my pussy-lips as he fucks me with his tongue, and my eyes roll up in my head as I scream and thrash. Then suddenly I feel him slide one finger beneath my ass, and before I know what’s happening I feel it slide all the way into my asshole.

  “Oh, God!” I shout, my eyes flicking wide open and then fluttering s
hut as I feel him curl that finger up, the sensation making me feel like I’m under his control, fucking owned by him, owned by just one finger.

  Hawk is sucking and licking my pussy like a shameless beast, fingering my asshole until I can’t see straight. Then I feel him draw his face back, and I hear him grunting and unbuckling. A moment later I know his cock is out, because I can smell the clean, masculine musk, the seductive smell of his semen, the manly aroma of his balls that I know are going to empty once more into me, doubling those chances of getting me pregnant, just like he said.

  “Sit up and ride me,” he commands, reaching out and grabbing me by the hair. He pulls me upright, and I obey without any hesitation. I desperately want to sit on his cock, feel that thick shaft spread me so wide it fucking hurts, take me so deep I can feel his cockhead in my goddamn throat. The arousal is so wild I’m on him in a hot second, sinking my heavy body all the way onto his massive shaft, groaning as I feel every inch of him drive up into me until he’s balls deep.

  I’m yelping like a bitch in heat as Hawk grabs my ass and starts to bounce me on his cock like I’m a little girl, and I’m coming so hard and so often it’s all a blur of pure madness. I’m almost delirious, drooling all over my chin as my tongue hangs out. The only thing stopping me from collapsing in a convulsion of climaxes is Hawk’s strong arms holding me in place as he drives his powerful hips up into me while bringing me down hard on his cock.

  He comes with a roar that I swear shakes the trees around us, lets every beast in the country know that there’s an alpha in their midst, an animal claiming his mate for all to see, a man who doesn’t give a fuck about anything but putting his seed in his woman, claiming her in the oldest form of marriage, of bonding, coupling, commitment.

  Commitment, comes the word again as Hawk sends a torrent of hot semen so far up me I can taste it. In my mind I swear I can see his strong seed breaking through every barrier, finding its mark, ramming into my eggs, completing a process perfected by two million years of evolution.

  Yes, this is commitment, I think again as I dig my nails into his back once more, grinning like a madwoman as Hawk fingers my asshole and unloads again inside my cunt until I’m overflowing with semen all over his shaft and balls.

  I groan as I feel him tighten and release one last time, but before I can collapse against his body, he cups my buttcheeks and lifts me off his bike. Before I know what’s happening he tosses me down onto the soft grass, flips me over, and spanks my naked ass twice on each cheek.

  I scream in shock, my eyes suddenly returning to focus as the stinging pain of the perfectly placed slaps jolts me to a new level of arousal. It takes a moment to realize that although Hawk just exploded inside me with a vengeance, he’s somehow still wild with arousal, still overtaken with need, like he can’t stop, can’t control himself, will not control himself!

  I’m feeling out of control too, and I press my face against the grass and pant as Hawk raises my ass and spanks me again. I’m taking gulping breaths, my eyes glazed over as my body trembles from the firm slaps that are coming from behind. Nobody’s ever spanked me before, and I haven’t even dared fantasize about it, I was so straight-laced growing up after all Mama’s warnings. But this feels deliciously right, and I squeal like a bad little girl as my ass trembles and shakes, stings and shudders.

  “You OK, babe?” Hawk whispers finally, panting against my ass as he rubs my throbbing buttocks and then gently kisses my stinging skin until I’m moaning again, pushing my bottom into his bearded face and moving it around.

  I can’t even answer, I’m so lost in the unexpected wildness of how Hawk took me on his bike, how he pulled me down by my hair, spanked my ass red, and is now . . . oh, God, what’s he doing?!

  Oh. My. God.

  What’s he doing?!

  8

  HAWK

  I don’t even know what the fuck I’m doing until my tongue is already circling the clean, dark rim of her rear pucker. It’s shining in the splintered light of the sun coming through the trees, and Helen is moaning and pushing her ass up against my face as I lick her until she’s wet as fuck.

  I don’t know how I’m still this hard after coming like a volcano inside Helen’s sweet cunt, but I am and it’s incredible. I can smell her pussy juice between her legs, smell my own semen as it oozes out of her like she’s filled to the brim. I can smell the grass, the trees, even the animals in the distance.

  “Oh, God, Hawk,” she moans as I pull her rear globes apart and blow gently on her wet asshole. “What are you doing? Oh, that feels so . . . so fucking filthy.”

  “Too filthy for a clean-cut professor like you?” I whisper, teasing her rim again and slowly opening her up wide enough to slide two fingers into her. She’s wet, but I want her more slicked up. Once I go in there, I’m gonna go hard, full fucking throttle, no pulling out until this wild arousal works its way through my body and into hers, all the way into hers.

  “Not filthy enough,” she says with a shy giggle, turning her head so I can see her blush. That mix of a girl’s shyness and a woman’s boldness makes me go so fucking hard I almost explode all over the back of her thighs. “I’m a plant scientist. My whole life has been about getting down and dirty.”

  I grin wide and then reach between her legs with my other hand. I rub her warm pussy roughly from below, groaning as I smell her scent, growling as I feel her wetness. I coat my fingers with that mixture of her nectar and my semen, and then I coat her asshole with the natural lubricant and drive it into her canal with my long fingers.

  “Filthy enough for you?” I whisper in delight as I feel her tense up and let out a moan that comes from so deep in her I almost explode again. “Fuck yeah, it is, my curvy little plant scientist. Here’s some more seed for your garden. Gotta plant it everywhere, right? Just to make sure something takes root.”

  She almost laughs at the nonsense I’m babbling, but I’ve already brought my glistening cockhead up to the mouth of her anus and pushed it into her. Helen hunches up as I stop about four inches inside her asshole, groaning and panting as I watch her hole tighten around my shaft and then slowly relax so I can go farther, go all the way, all the damned way.

  The air is completely still as I push my thick shaft into her an inch at a time, making her rear hole gape like an open mouth as I spread that virgin asshole like I know she can’t even understand. What we’re doing is so fucking raw and primal that I think even the wind is holding its breath, even the trees are standing still, each blade of grass standing at attention like we’re in control of nature right now, like I’m in control of nature.

  I close my eyes and exhale as I feel the tension ooze out of my body. I need this, I realize. There’s a dark energy in me that needs to come to the light so I can finish this the way it needs to be finished. And Helen understands that instinctively. I feel it in the way her asshole is clenched around my cock, the way she’s gritting her teeth and raising her red-streaked ass for her man, for her mate, for her forever.

  “You’re mine,” I whisper as I dig my fingers into her flesh, grip her perfect love handles, and slowly begin to pump. “My woman. My future. My forever. I’m gonna control our destiny, Helen. Win this war. Fight for our forever and claim it for both of us. For all of us.”

  I reach one hand around and cup her belly, and she moans like she knows what I know: That she’s gonna bear my children, that my seed has taken, science and probability be damned. And nothing on Earth is gonna come between me and my woman, my children, my fucking family.

  “Oh, Hawk,” she screams, and it’s only then I realize that I’m pumping hard into Helen, pulling back and ramming myself into her slick asshole, sending ripples through her big, beautiful body with every stroke. My jaw is clenched and my fingers are digging in, and a moment later I’m coming again, even more violently than before, my balls tightening and then releasing a torrent of hot semen into the dark depths of her rear.

  “Fuck, Helen,” I growl, every muscle in my body tight
ening as I flood her insides again, the climax almost ripping me in two, it’s so fucking intense. But just when I think I can’t get any higher, I feel Helen’s warm hand reach between her legs and cup my swinging balls, rubbing them gently but firmly, making them deliver one more load that takes me over the edge after I thought I was already over the fucking edge.

  “Oh, fuck, Helen!” I shout, my eyes going wide and then rolling up in my head as the last of me explodes into her, filling her asshole until I see my own seed ooze out of her gaping hole as I draw back. I reach beneath her and tap her stiff clit, rub her pussy hard and rough, bringing out another climax from her before I collapse on top her back, squishing her down onto the grass, both of us panting and moaning, grinning and groaning.

  We lay there in perfect silence as the breeze slowly blows again, the sun shines through the whispering trees, the sounds of the forest rise up all around us again like they understand what Helen told me earlier and I now understand too:

  That Mother Nature is crazier than all of us put together.

  9

  ONE WEEK LATER

  “CABIN” IN THE WOODS UP NORTH

  HELEN

  I close the freezer door and turn back to Hawk. He’s seated at the kitchen island, no shirt, tattoos looking like beautiful artwork in the setting sun.

  “There’s plenty of frozen stuff,” I say. “And we’ve got a pantryfull of canned goods and nonperishables.” I shrug and offer a smile. “We’ve got running water from the lake, and I can even grow food if it comes to that.” I shrug again. “We can stay here forever, in theory.”

  “Isn’t anyone from your university gonna come by to check on the place or something?” Hawk asks, looking up from his phone. “I mean, this place is pretty fucking nice. Two floors. A bunch of rooms. Mess hall. Fuck, Helen, I was picturing some log cabin with no heat or electricity. I assumed I’d have to piss in the woods.”