Sketch: A Steel Paragons MC Novel (The Coast: Book 12)

by Eve R. Hart

  “Yo, Tripp,” I called out, catching his attention right away. “Headin’ to the beach, let’s ride.”

  “Not tonight,” he said, his head tipping in the direction of the bitch he was trying to talk up.

  “Right,” I said, my eyes already searching out someone else.

  Well, fuck.

  When the hell did this club get so damn lame?

  Guess I was on my own tonight.

  Whatever.

  Honestly, sharing was a lot easier for me in a way. But now my sharing buddies were taken, swearing by one pussy for the rest of their lives. That had left me to tackle things on my own lately, so why would I think tonight would be any different?

  I hit the bridge that led to the beach and I could instantly feel my skin get sticky. A feeling that I was used to living around here as long as I had. Especially when I didn’t have no damn shower for most of my life. A permanent film on your skin from the salt and humidity.

  I pulled up and parked in the side lot for the Neptune Hotel. This place was fancy as fuck and the bar on the bottom floor was open to everyone.

  Including me.

  As long as I didn’t walk in wearing my colors, that was.

  I shucked my cut, folding it up nicely before tucking it away in my saddlebag.

  Felt weird being without the weight of it but you gotta do what ya gotta do. And I was going to get laid.

  I hit the bar, giving the guy slinging drinks a chin jerk as I stepped up to order from him. Didn’t know him by name, but I’d been here enough to recognize his face. By the way he automatically pulled out a cheap beer in a bottle, I figured it was the same for him.

  I slapped down a ten and turned away from him as I brought the bottle up to my lips.

  My eyes scanned the area. Buncha girls tee-hee-ing in the corner as they checked me out. It almost felt too easy, so I passed on that.

  A couple of old bitties were giving sour looks to everyone around. No thanks, I was good on that. Locals, I woulda guessed. Which wasn’t a big deal but it was easier to fuck someone that was only gonna be in town for only a hot minute. Especially here. Older women with money tended to think they could buy you. Toss a little green your way and keep you coming back. That might have been me at one point, but I was desperately trying to run from that boy.

  Been there, done that. And it worked for that time in my life, but I was on top now. Didn’t need no one taking care of me.

  Nothing was catching my attention and that was saying something.

  Damn, was this a wasted trip?

  Fuck. Looked like I’d end up back at the compound picking up the brothers’ leftovers at this point.

  Then I saw her.

  Blonde hair, dyed but not in that trying to be young kind of way. Like an uppity bitch, but the look on her face didn’t say stuck-up. Nice enough clothes, but who the fuck wears that to a bar? Looked like she shoulda been sitting at a big desk in an office. Or parading her shit in a courtroom. And the way her hair was pulled back said she’d just gotten off from some cushy job. But this late at night? Nah, something wasn’t right there.

  I wouldn’t say I was drawn to her, but there was something that grabbed my interest.

  I swaggered over, knowing every move I made would have her attention the moment she looked up.

  Come on, bitch. That drink can’t be that interesting.

  “Yo,” I said when I was right up on her. My elbow went to the bar and I leaned into her space.

  Her eyes jerked to meet mine like I’d startled her.

  “Sup?” I said with a sharp head nod.

  An odd expression took over her face and I would have sworn she was confused.

  I mean, how could she be? I was putting the vibes all out there.

  Smell it? It was in the damn air.

  “C-can I help you?” she asked as her eyes narrowed at me like she was trying her hardest to figure me out.

  “Saw you over here lookin’ all pretty and shit,” I responded with a smile. It was a bit cocky, yeah, but that shit always worked.

  “Um, thanks,” she said with a hint of disgust in her tone.

  Clearly, my shit wasn’t working.

  Did I smell funny?

  I took a shower yesterday, I was sure of it.

  She looked back down at her drink and it was obvious that I’d lost her.

  I should have walked away but I was a little desperate right now.

  I could put in the work. I mean, she was like a ten bitch, so it would probably be worth it. Might not even be all that hard since her self-esteem seemed to be at a two.

  Something was wrong and if I just let her talk it out, I might be able to get into her panties.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” I asked a bit softer as I set my beer on the bar top and pulled out the stool to take a seat.

  She blinked at me as if she couldn’t believe I was still here.

  “Nothing. I just want to have a drink and go to bed. Alone. Is that alright with you?”

  Damn!

  Dismissed.

  Yeah, I was turned the hell on.

  “Nah, somethin’ more than that,” I told her. “You are fine as fuck, sittin’ here all alone looking like the world just rolled you over. So what’s up?”

  Her gaze went back to her glass of wine.

  Something white and that was all I could tell you.

  “I just signed my divorce papers and my husband— ex-husband— is off in Hawaii with his new bride-to-be. Are you sure you want to take that seat now?”

  Her brow raised as if challenging me.

  That was some heavy shit.

  But nothing she couldn’t come back from.

  I pegged her in her late thirties. She was still hot, so she had it goin’ on. Age didn’t really matter to me, anyway.

  “His loss, my gain,” I told her. “I can make you forget it all.”

  Her mouth opened like she was going to tell me to fuck off, but in some nice and proper way, you know.

  Then it snapped shut and she gave me a short nod.

  Shit, that was a lot easier than I thought it would be.

  “Got a room here?” I asked her, then downed my beer because I knew I had this shit in the bag.

  “Yeah.” She grabbed up her purse and went to open it, but I was quicker, slapping a fifty on the bar and hoping it was enough to cover her glass of wine and leave the guy a good tip. Hell, for all I knew, this woman drank shit that I wouldn’t even know where to start as far as pronouncing it went.

  Then her eyes went wide and I knew it was good enough.

  “What exactly are you going to do to me?” she asked as she slid off the stool.

  “Fuck you until you can’t even remember his name,” I told her with confidence.

  She paused like she was thinking about it.

  I hoped to fuck I wasn’t losing her.

  “Okay then,” she told me before turning and heading out of the bar.

  Once the elevator doors closed, I was on her. My lips on her neck and my hands on her ass. Damn, that was a nice rear end. Fuckin’ perfect against my hands as I kneaded the hell out of it. I wondered if her tits felt the same. I had a feeling it wouldn’t be long until I found out.

  “You got me all hard, baby,” I whispered into her ear.

  She whimpered as her head fell back.

  Yeah, she was givin’ herself over to me.

  We stumbled into her room at some point. I was amazed she was able to get the damn door open.

  In one swift motion, I tossed her on the bed.

  She looked up at me, bright blue eyes shining with shock. Bet her dick of an ex-husband never gave it to her like this.

  We’re only gettin’ started, I thought as I moved to undress her.

  She wasn’t a club bitch, so, I would give her a little more time. Classy lady like her deserved it.

  So I took my time peeling her out of her outfit, giving her just what she needed. I laid kisses over every inch of skin as I exposed it and she near
ly melted at every brush of my soft lips.

  Damn, this woman seemed like she’d never been touched before.

  A grin spread on my lips knowing I was going to give her exactly what her body craved. What it had been begging for all her life.

  She spread out in the middle of the bed, not shy about showing her hot, little frame to me. Which surprised me a little ‘cause she didn’t seem like the type. And it was all kinds of classy, too, the way she did it. Tits were nice, big enough to fill my hands and not have my long fingers searching for more. They were all natural too, which was nice, I guess. Hell, tits were tits. At some point, they all kind of became the same. Not that I still couldn’t appreciate them and all that shit.

  She wasn’t bad lookin’ at all.

  I let my eyes assess her body as I shucked my clothes.

  Her skin seemed creamy. More than likely from slathering some lotion on it every day that cost a fuck-ton. I was only guessing. Given the hotel, the room view, and how nice her clothes felt, yeah, this bitch had money. Probably wasn’t walking away from that divorce all that empty handed either.

  Her hair, now pulled free, looked soft even though it was dyed.

  I’d had my hands in all kinds of hair. The ones that hung around the club usually felt like straw, over-dyed, and with that crappy stuff more than likely. But women like her, they went and had that shit done by a professional. Had a million conditioners to run through it every single day to keep it lookin’ and feeling silky.

  Anyway, back to it.

  I was about to fuck her good.

  A promise I wasn’t going to disappoint on.

  By the time I left her, she’d be in a sex coma, smile permanent on her face, and she sure as fuck wouldn’t remember that douchebag’s name.

  Her eyes roamed slowly over my body, no doubt taking in the ink that looked like it all ran into one another.

  “Is…” Her head lifted as she looked harder at my lower stomach. Or maybe my dick. Had a lot going on down there so I wasn’t really sure what had captured her attention. “Is that a unicorn?”

  I shot her a bright smile.

  “Fuck yeah, it is. Unicorns are magical,” I told her like I was proud of that shit— ‘cause I was.

  I mean, they were, for sure, but I also thought it was hilarious as fuck to have my dick all done up like the horn. Did that shit myself, in case you were wondering. It had been interesting, I’d say that much. And Princess Uni-bitch was the coolest one on the block since her horn was pierced at the tip. Don’t tell her otherwise…

  Condom on, I dove on the bed.

  Quick finger test, and I knew she was all wet and ready to go. My hand covered her breast as I brought my mouth to her tit. Inhaling through my nose as I licked and sucked her tit, I knew she was fresh as a daisy. Hell, she smelled good enough to eat. So I figured, what the hell? I didn’t eat pussy often just because you never knew what those nasty bitches had. But I felt she could use a little extra right now. Probably never had someone lick her until she screamed.

  A smile hit my lips and it became my mission.

  “What are you… Oh!” she said as I left her tit and made my way down her body. One little lick and she was nearly shaking.

  Her legs spread wider as her fingers latched into my hair.

  Fuck yeah, this was going to be a wild ride.

  Women like her were so wound tight they were ready to snap. I’d probably be walking out of here with claw marks by the time it was over.

  I buried my face in her snatch and ate it like it was a fuckin’ peach pie still warm out of the oven.

  Not apple? No, fuck that. Peach was so much better.

  Damn, now that I was thinking about peach pie, I swore I faintly tasted it on my tongue as I dove into her hot center.

  Ignoring the urge to call her Peaches, I licked her harder.

  I pulled back, blew on her pussy, then attacked her clit.

  She moaned, generic but still sexy as fuck.

  Her pants came out breathier.

  Now, she was trying to control me by that hand anchored in my hair.

  Fuck, I liked it. Women that took like this, it was fuckin’ hot.

  Yeah, easy lays were good for everyday shit, but this was the kind of shit I craved every now and then.

  Somehow I knew that I’d get it, that was why I’d driven my ass all the way to the beach.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Melissa

  What was I doing?

  I was about to have sex with someone that looked young enough to be my son.

  With his bright eyes and smooth face, I would have said he was about eighteen, maybe twenty. But the way he acted, I would have said he was even younger. There was just something about him that screamed cocky little punk, but somehow, I couldn’t seem to resist it. It didn’t matter how you looked at it, I was way older than him.

  The thought seemed to get stuck in my head.

  And before I knew what I was doing, my mouth opened.

  “How old are you?” I asked.

  “Does it matter?” he shot back before he went back to licking me hard.

  Wow, this guy had skills.

  He’d been down there for a while and was still going strong. I hadn’t come yet, but it wasn’t for his lack of trying. But it seemed like he was happy keeping me writhing against his face, because he backed off just as I thought I was about to go over the edge.

  I could admit that it had been a long time since I’d had a really good orgasm. And sadly, most of those had been when I was alone.

  “Kind of, yes,” I shot back, the words getting lost in a moan.

  “Twenty-three,” he finally responded.

  I did the math in my head and it wasn’t as bad as I originally thought.

  Then all concerns and thoughts flew out of my brain as he slipped two fingers inside of me and began to go at me hard.

  I shattered, moaning loudly and half wishing I knew what his name was so I could scream it.

  But that wasn’t what this was.

  One night.

  Just one night to do something crazy and let myself forget about everything that had gone wrong in my life recently.

  Since I’d met my husband when I was young, I hadn’t really had much experience.

  Try none at all.

  He’d been the only one I’d been with fully.

  A little sad maybe, being thirty-seven and having only had the experience of one man.

  Now he was my ex-husband, something I had to keep reminding myself of, but only because I’d spent so many years with him. So many years calling him my husband. So many years being his wife, his one and only.

  No, I didn’t think he ever cheated on me, but it was clear that he had expectations in his mind that even I couldn’t keep up with. Time was a bitch, it made you old even if you didn’t want it to, and I was never the type that sought out augmentation and injections to hold on to my youth. It wasn’t worth it. And if I was being completely honest, my marriage had been over for a long time.

  I supposed I should have been thankful that he’d cut me free. Oh, and I was. But that didn’t stop the feeling of panic or the constant long look at how my new life was going to be. It didn’t hold off the fear that I was truly alone now, left to figure things out on my own.

  “Shit,” the young stud said and I snapped out of my thoughts. I hadn’t realized I’d drifted off there. “Must not be doing a good job if I’m losin’ ya.”

  I tried to smile. It was weak.

  He crawled up the bed and hovered over me.

  “You wanna stop?” he asked and the tenderness in his tone took me by surprise.

  I couldn’t speak so I shook my head.

  I smiled again, this time it came out stronger, and I wrapped my arms around him.

  There was a moment of hesitation before his lips came down on mine.

  His kiss was slow at first. I tasted myself on him and felt a rush of desire run through me. It took only seconds before my fingers were tan
gling in his blonde hair like I was trying to hold him to me. When he finally pulled back, there was a flare of something in his blue eyes.

  They were so beautiful and cold at the same time. But that spark, brief as it was, had been absolutely brilliant and warm. It was full of desire and maybe even shock. Then he looked away and I was sad, but also grateful. This wasn’t meant to be anything more than what we had right now. Sex. A one-night stand to get it out of my system. To help me move on. To get me over that hump where I felt like I was stuck.

  With strong hands, he flipped me over.

  His lips were hungry as he kissed a line down my spine. It felt incredible and I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d had even the simplest of touch there from another person.

  “You ready, baby?” he asked but didn’t give me time to respond before he yanked my hips up and pushed his way inside of me.

  “Oh God!” I cried out as I took his long, thick length deep inside of me. My back bowed and I reached out for anything to grab on to.

  He stretched and filled me so deliciously.

  I had to admit that his piercing had scared me a bit at first. Who could blame me for being unsure of something like that since I’d never had it before? But there was no way to describe the added sensation of it. Subtle as the feeling might have been, it was still there.

  “Fuck!” he gritted. “Nice tight, little pussy. Fuck yeah.”

  Then he was fucking me. Hard. Fast. Without any kind of apology in his rhythm.

  Yep, all thoughts of the life I no longer had suddenly fled my brain.

  I honestly could have cared less if the room was on fire around us.

  I just didn’t want him to stop.

  His hands were on my hips. I felt his fingers digging into my skin and I nearly smiled at the thought that I’d have little bruises dotting my pale flesh come morning. Not the only reminder of this night I’d have for a few days, I was sure. With the way he was pounding into me and controlling my body, I knew I’d feel him everywhere for a while to come.