Rodeo (Marked Skulls MC Book 2)

by Savannah Rylan

  “How old were you?” I asked.

  “Nineteen”

  “What did Fred do?”

  “He visited me at the hospital and gave me an alternative. He said that I would never have to go back and ride a bull again, he took me under his wing. He made me his protege and changed my life. If it wasn’t for Fred, I might have still been there, riding bulls and breaking myself or I might have been dead already or too addicted to morphine to get out of bed,” Rodeo had his head hung down and with a quivering hand, I reached for his face.

  I sunk my fingers into his beard and he looked up at me.

  “I’m sure that Fred knew how grateful you were to him,” I said and he pressed his eyes close. His nostrils flared as he took in a deep breath.

  “And now my brothers are suggesting that Fred had a secret life, that he had something going on with the Hell’s Drifters. I’m not going to let them say those things about him. Fred was loyal and he was a good man. He saw the potential in everybody,” Rodeo continued and I shifted closer to him.

  It was my turn to calm him down.

  “Rodeo, tempers are just running high. You said it yourself. Everyone is looking for an explanation. They are all on your side. They are your friends,” I said and he opened his eyes. He stared at me, with his dark narrowed eyes. Then he reached up and covered my hand with his.

  “I don’t know how to feel. I wish I was there with Fred. I wish I was there to take the bullet for him,” he said and I gulped. I was glad he wasn’t. I didn’t even know of Rodeo’s existence twenty-four hours ago, but now I couldn’t imagine not knowing him. I was glad that he had barged into my apartment, that he had broken down my door.

  “I’m sure you’ll find a way to make this better. You won’t let him down,” I said.

  We were staring at each other. I still couldn’t believe that he had come to me when he was feeling troubled. That he had turned to me for comfort.

  “I just don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know why they picked him!” he continued and I lifted myself up so I could get closer to him. Both my hands were on his cheeks now, my fingers were weaving into his scruffy blond beard. Rodeo leaned back and I climbed up on his lap.

  His hands fell down, tracing along my back and then he placed them on my butt. I was on his lap, my breasts swinging over his chest. I was looking into his eyes.

  “You will figure it out. I trust you,” I said softly, before I leaned down to kissed him.

  Rodeo opened his mouth to invite my tongue in. I pressed my eyes close to sink into him, falling deeper and deeper into a trance. He held me tightly on his lap as I kissed him, our tongues collided, my lips slid over his. I could feel the wetness spreading between my legs. The knots in my belly were clenching for him.

  I lowered my hips down, so that my pussy now stroked against the hard cock in his jeans. I rubbed myself on him, while I continued kissing him.

  Rodeo groaned, and I kissed him harder. His hands were on my buttcheeks, caressing them, squeezing them and then he spanked me hard. I felt the sting of his hand on my skin and it made me rock harder on his cock.

  He was already throbbing and erect, and now I stroked him more and more, sliding on top of him. While I kissed him, I started undressing him, sliding his jacket off his shoulders and then rolling up his t-shirt.

  Rodeo’s body was chiseled and muscular and now I could see all of his tattoos in all their glory. They were intricate designs, crawling around his neck and his chest. His muscles were hard and I ran my fingers over his solid abs. I had never been with a sexier man before, someone who made my panties wet with just one look.

  I pulled my lips away from him, I was panting, sitting on his hard erect cock.

  Rodeo’s eyes were dark and heavy, he was staring at me, at my breasts. Hardly a second went by, before he jerked forward and cupped my breasts. I gasped and wound my arms around his neck as he smothered his face into my breasts. I rolled my hips some more, feeling the roughness of his hard cock against my wet panties. I wanted him. I was wet and aching for him. I needed him inside me.

  Rodeo’s hands were on my skirt now, he was pulling off my diner uniform and then my panties. Then he was pulling off my blouse and bra. Within seconds, I was completely naked and sitting on his lap and he was staring at me. My nipples ached for him, long and hard and sensitive. Rodeo’s eyes drifted from my face to my breasts and down to the spot between my legs which was now stretched over him, rubbing against his bulging cock.

  “I think it’s time that I fucked you,” he growled and I bit down on my lip and nodded. This is what I had been waiting for since I first saw him.

  ***

  I pulled his jeans down, so that now I could see his cock. It was erect and hard, standing up. I held on to Rodeo’s shoulders, while his hands clutched my hips tightly. He was using just a little bit of force to lower me down towards his cock.

  I held my breath for that moment, as the tip of his cock grazed my pussy folds. I gasped, jerking my head to look up at him. Rodeo was staring at me with his face rigid, and his eyes dark and narrow. He was going to be too big for me. I had gagged repeatedly when his cock was in my mouth.

  Slowly, he lowered me down further, till his cock touched my pussy and then gently parted my folds. I was digging my nails into his shoulders, looking down at the way his cock was entering me.

  When he moved an inch into me, we both groaned. He was slipping in, I was going lower and his cock was thrusting deeper inside me.

  “Oh my God!” I squealed, as his cock filled me up. The lower I went, the deeper his cock slid into me and now his entire length was completely inside me. I couldn’t believe he had fit in me. I could feel his cock fitting like a glove within my pussy and I rolled my hips.

  “That’s a good girl,” he groaned, as he clutched my hips tightly. He jerked his body, to push his cock even further and I started rocking. My breasts bounced in front of his face, and he reached out and caught my left nipple in his mouth.

  I gasped again as he sucked. His cock was sliding in and out of me, harder and harder while I rode him. Nothing had felt as good as having Rodeo’s cock in me. He had reached deep within and I could feel my juices flooding over him.

  My hands pressed down on his chest as I maneuvered myself over him. His mouth was on my breasts, he lapped his tongue against my left nipple and then moved on to the right one. He sucked and nibbled that one, before he moved to the left one again.

  I bounced on his lap, while his cock drove deeper inside me, stroking the most intimate spot in me. I could feel myself leaning over the edge. The harder I rode him, the closer I was getting to the edge.

  “Make yourself come for me,” Rodeo said, looking up at me. His lips glistened with his own saliva, his blue eyes were sparkling. I rode him harder, rocking myself up and down the long length of his cock. With every thrust, the tip of his cock parted my swollen pussy and pushed inside. I could feel him moving inside me. I was coming.

  I screamed his name as I came. My hair shook and fell around my shoulders, my breasts bounced and swung in front of his face. My juices seeped out of me as I came in waves, over and over till I was too exhausted to even keep moving.

  I collapsed on his chest and I felt him weave his fingers into my hair.

  “Good girl, you do as you’re told,” Rodeo murmured and then he kissed my damp hot forehead. Before I knew what was happening, he was pushing against me. He rose up and I fell back on the other side of the couch.

  “I have to have you, Jordan,” he growled and he grabbed my ankles and slid me down the couch towards him. Electricity ran down my spine. I’d just orgasmed but seeing him like this set my body on fire again.

  He grabbed my waist and parted my legs, wedging himself between my thighs. His cock was hard, the tip was bursting red and he directed it towards my pussy.

  “You are so fucking hot!” he growled, just as he thrust his cock into me. My pussy was already swollen and wet for him, and I gasped as I felt his length sli
de into me again. He wrapped his hands around my belly, pressing down on it as he started drilling me.

  His cock drove in and out of me and I screamed his name again. Rodeo’s loud grunts and groans filled the air as he banged me hard. Our bodies slammed against each other, the couch shook and rattled as he thrust his cock in and out of me.

  I couldn’t get enough of the way his muscles moved, how tightly he was holding me, the power in just his hands. Every inch of Rodeo’s body was pure muscle and my pussy ached for him. I was going to come again. So soon!

  Rodeo rammed his cock into me like a machine, till with a final jerk and a groan, I felt him release his seed. He was shooting into me with force and I pressed my eyes close to enjoy the moment. My body spasmed too as I came a second time. I was under him, my legs were stretched out around him and Rodeo slammed his cock into me repeatedly, till every last drop of his cum had been emptied inside me.

  My body heaved, my breasts rose and fell. I could feel myself covered in sweat. Rodeo’s smooth muscular body was slick too, and slowly, with another groan, he pulled his cock out of my pussy. I had to keep my legs stretched apart. It was going to hurt to put my legs together, but it felt so good! I had never been fucked like this before, and even before my orgasm relaxed, I wanted to go again.

  Rodeo walked naked across the room to the kitchen and brought back two glasses of water for us. He stood in front of me, his cock big and still throbbing in front of my face. I looked up at his gorgeously muscular body as he drank the water.

  I still couldn’t believe he was here. I couldn’t believe that a man like him couldn’t resist me.

  Chapter 11

  Rodeo

  I woke up with a throbbing headache and for a few moments, I didn’t know where I was. I looked over and saw Jordan sleeping beside me. I had fallen asleep in her bed! I had spent the night in her house!

  This had never happened to me before. No matter how drunk or exhausted I was, I never spent the night with a woman I had just fucked. This was getting out of hand.

  Trying to gently slip my arm away from under Jordan’s head, I slid across the bed and stood up. My clothes were bundled up and piled on an armchair beside the bed and I started putting them on.

  Jordan was sleeping peacefully. I could still feel the warmth of her body on me. Just as I was putting the belt on, I saw her eyelashes flutter. She was waking up.

  She raised her head to look at me, and with sleepy eyes she gave me a soft smile.

  “Morning,” she said.

  “Hey, morning,” I replied.

  The weird part was that I was actually excited to hear her voice. I didn’t know what was happening to me, and the only thing I could blame this feeling on, was Fred’s death. It was fucking with my head. It was making me do things that I normally didn’t do.

  “I slept well,” she said and slid up the bed and fluffed up the pillows behind her. I rolled the t-shirt down my torso and stood in front of her, running my hands through my hair. I didn’t know where the hair-tie was anymore, so I would have to leave my hair open.

  “Good. I’m glad you did,” I told her.

  This wasn’t weird for her at all. She wasn’t uncomfortable with the fact that she had woken up beside me. I couldn’t even remember when we had crept into bed together, or when I had fallen asleep. All I could remember was Jordan’s beautiful naked body bouncing over me, her breasts in my mouth, my cock driving into her tight juicy pussy.

  Jordan’s eyes travelled down to where my cock was standing erect in my jeans. I clenched my jaws to control the desperate need to take her again.

  I needed to fucking get out of here before she wrecked my head even more.

  “Do you have a busy day?” she asked, twirling a few strands of her raven hair around her fingers.

  “I think so. I guess,” I said and pulled my jacket over my shoulders. Jordan was still smiling. Couldn’t she sense how uncomfortable I was? How weird this was for me?

  I didn’t want to be weak. I didn’t want to be one of those men who turned into pussies for a woman. Why had I even come here last night? I had ridden my bike all the way to my apartment when I changed my mind and came back here. This was all happening too fast, and I had other business to take care of.

  I watched as she swung her legs over the bed and the sheets fell away from her body. She wasn’t self conscious of her nakedness anymore. She stood on the other side of the bed with her huge swinging breasts in front of her and her large brown nipples sticking out. My eyes roamed over her delicious body, the narrowness of her waist, her wide curvy hips and thighs.

  She picked up a silk robe from a chair beside her and I watched as she slipped it over her body. She was covering herself up, blocking my view of the pussy I had fucked so hard the previous night. My cock was rock-solid in my jeans and with effort, I turned away from her.

  “Coffee first? I’m going to make us some breakfast,” she said, flipping her long hair out of the back of her robe. I was too tongue-tied to say anything.

  A big part of me wanted to stay, to have breakfast with her and there was also a part of me that was scared shitless. What was happening? Why was she offering me breakfast? What next? Wedding vows? A mortgage? Saving for a kid’s college fund?

  Jordan had already walked out of the bedroom, when I sprung to life and rushed behind her. I found her in the kitchen, pouring coffee grounds into a machine. There were already two mugs sitting pretty on the kitchen counter. I was annoyed that she had simply assumed that I wanted coffee.

  I didn’t fucking want coffee. I didn’t want breakfast and I didn’t want to sit here and have a conversation. I was a free independent man!

  “I’m not staying,” I blurted and Jordan turned to look at me. The smile dropped from her face and she crossed her brows.

  “You don’t want to stay for breakfast?” she asked, and I stood at the door of the kitchen and shook my head.

  “Like I said, I have a busy day. I should get going,” I told her. Jordan licked her lips and then slowly nodded her head.

  “Of course, yeah, sure,” she said, blinking rapidly. She didn’t want to meet my eyes anymore. She was embarrassed that I had rejected her offer and my body stung with the need to hold her again.

  “Take care of yourself. You can call me if something happens,” I said and before I was too weak to leave, I forced myself to turn from her and walk to the door.

  Jordan didn’t follow me, and I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. It was actually physically painful to leave, but I needed to do it. I needed to suck it up and just go. Rip it off like a band-aid.

  I hurried down the stairs and went to my bike. When I looked up at her window, she wasn’t there.

  “Fuck!” I cursed loudly as I jumped on. What had I got myself into?

  ***

  I had no other choice but to go back to T Bone. I had stormed out of there in fury the previous night and I wasn’t sure what the reaction was going to be now, but that was the only place to go right now.

  When I walked in, I saw that most of my brothers were already there. Lila and Girth were there too but I was refusing to look them in the eye.

  “Where did you disappear to last night?” Lewis asked, walking out of the back office. I shrugged my shoulders and walked straight to the counter.

  “Coffee!” I barked at Joe behind the counter. Abe came up to me and thumped my back. I was glad that at least they weren’t being aggressive towards me. But they were my brothers in arms. What else did I expect?

  “You all right, brother?” he asked and I nodded my head.

  Joe placed a huge steaming mug of coffee in front of me which I started drinking from immediately. I didn’t care that it was scathing my tongue.

  “Rodeo,” I heard Lila say my name. When I turned to look at her, Girth was standing behind her and she was looking anxious.

  “I know you’re upset about all this, and I just want you to know that I am too. We all are,” she said, clasping her han
ds together.

  I nodded my head.

  “Yeah, I know,” I replied.

  Somehow, after spending the night with Jordan—I suddenly felt calmer now. Talking to her had helped, sleeping with her had helped too but it was difficult for me to accept that. Accepting that would also mean coming to terms with this sudden rush of feelings I was having for her. She was only going to end up slowing me down and I didn’t need that in my life.

  “Hey man, just wanted to say that I’m sorry about last night,” Girth spoke up from behind Lila.

  I hadn’t seen that coming. Girth was a quiet guy, he didn’t speak till he was spoken to. Him apologizing was the last thing I was expecting.

  “Yeah, okay,” I blurted and Girth stepped towards me.

  “I should have given it some more thought before I spoke. I didn’t know the guy and I shouldn’t have passed judgements on him,” Girth said.

  I looked at his solid face. Lila was standing beside him, looking eager for us to make up. If I was going to make peace with Girth, I was going to start by do it for her.

  I stuck my hand out towards him and he shook it.

  “Yes! Thank Jesus! I really didn’t want to see you both fighting,” Lila exclaimed and she threw her arms around me and hugged me tight.

  “Just tell us what you need, man,” Abe had found his way to our group too.

  “I’ve been saying this since last morning. I just want to find the bald guy from Hell’s Drifters. I want to find him and kill him. I don’t want to think about the consequences of that right now. If you guys want to stay out of it, I totally understand,” I said and drained the burning coffee down my throat. Suddenly, I was regretting the decision to not have breakfast with Jordan. I missed her already.

  “I’m in. I want to find the guy,” Girth said, and looking at me, he gave me a nod.

  “Me too. The three of us can go do this thing, the others don’t need to get involved,” Abe added and he shook hands with me too. When I looked at Lila again, she was smiling.