by Geri Glenn
In one fluid motion, her shirt comes up and over her head. She’s not wearing a bra, and my hands come up, using the backs of my fingers to run across her perfect little nipples. “Take your pants off,” she breathes, her hands clamoring at my giant belt buckle.
She doesn’t need to tell me twice. Looking at her right now, writhing on top of me, her blonde locks draping over her shoulder in wild disarray, not to mention that she’s half naked, my cock is throbbing for her.
Once I get the clip undone, Veronica does the rest, unbuttoning and unzipping and using her hands and feet to push my jeans out of her way. And then she whips off her shorts.
“Jesus, baby, slow down. This isn’t a race.” I’m going to have to ask Reaper what the hell kind of pain killers he gave my woman.
“Shut up,” she says, sliding a condom over my shaft, and then she sinks down on top of me, her velvet walls surrounding my steel cock, and I’m lost. Lost in the pleasure, lost in the moment, but mostly just lost in her.
I watch as her body rolls and trembles on top of mine, barely able to catch my breath at how goddamn good this feels. I’ve fucked my share of women. It’s never felt like this before. I buck my hips and hold her waist, grinding her down on top of me. I can feel it just before it happens. Her pussy clamps down on me so hard I can barely move, and then she’s cumming. Her fingers digging into my pecs, her head thrown back as she moans out my name. It’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen. It’s also the most erotic and I can’t take it anymore.
She’s barely come down from her release before I flip her. “I know you like control, baby, but so do I. Now hold the fuck on.”
Her eyes widen as I fuck her, my hips pounding into her. The sounds of skin on wet skin and heavy breathing mix with my grunts and her moans. I fuck her. I fuck her so hard, I know she’ll never be the same.
I don’t want her to be the same after this. I know I won’t be. I want to mark her. I want to make her mine.
When her fingernails bite into my ass, urging me to go faster, I lose all control. My rhythm is lost. A second orgasm from Veronica accompanies my own and together we tremble and hold on tight, riding the wave of ecstasy.
We stay that way for a minute, with me still inside her, both of us panting and trying to catch our breath. When her eyes meet mine, my grin grows wide. “It’s nice to meet you to Miss Argent.”
Twelve
Veronica
I hate to admit it but Kat was right, I did need a holiday. Or maybe I needed to find someone like Gear? That’s not right, not someone like Gear, I just needed Gear. The last few days have been amazing. He’s a wonderful lover and a great support.
The Grinders are on stage doing a sound check and I’m making sure that everything is going to plan. It’s only a rally but The Grinders, all of them, are professionals. They want to give the best possible show for the fans.
“Hey, Veronica.”
I look up and Charlotte is staring down at me. She is Ryker’s old lady and he’s the President of the Kings of Korruption.
“Hey yourself!” I stand and embrace her.
“Your face looks better.”
I nod. “Yes, and makeup helps.”
Charlotte’s gaze goes to the stage as Truth belts out the chorus for Heaven. “Damn, he sounds good, not as good as Kat. It’s a pity she lost her voice.”
Kat lost her voice in a car accident and is now lead guitarist. It was a hard adjustment for her but like everyone, we were glad they managed to figure it out and not break up.
“You’re right. I miss hearing her sing too.” Charlotte looks at me. “What brings you to sound check? You need something? Or did you want to hear them rehearse? They’ll be done in about fifteen minutes if you’d like to say hello to them?”
“I came to check on you.”
Her words take me by surprise, like everything has in the last few days. I’ve had men and women from both clubs check on me, not to mention my boss had a fit when Kat told him what happened. He wanted me to fly home to LA but I’m loving the atmosphere here and apart from that one incident, I feel safe. Mind you, if I’m not with Gear, I’m with a Savage Angels or a Kings of Korruption member, I’m never left alone.
“I’m fine.”
Charlotte looks awkward and looks around, finally, she places her hands on her hips and looks me in the eye.
“Gear is good for you.”
Smiling, I answer, “Yes, he is.”
“And you are good for Gear.”
Realization dawns on me, she’s looking out for her friend.
“We are good together. He’s been….a complete surprise. Gear is something I didn’t know I was missing.”
Her hands drop to her sides and she hugs me. “I’m so happy you said that.” Relief is evident in her tone.
“Yo, V!” yells Jamie, the drummer, over a mic.
Looking up at him, I yell out, “What?”
“How do we sound?”
I do the thumbs up, Jamie smiles at me, throws his sticks in the air and stands up. He leans down to the mic, “Good then let the party begin!”
I look at Charlotte. “I have to go. Are we good?”
“Yeah, we’re good.”
I take two steps away from her then reach back and grab her hand. “Come on, come say hello.”
Charlotte’s huge smile is all the encouragement I need and I drag her, willingly, to meet the whole band.
“Everyone! This is Charlotte, Charlotte this is The Grinders!”
Kat is the first to bound over, closely followed by Jasmin, the keyboardist. “Hey Charlotte, we meet again!” says Kat happily. “And this divine creature is Jasmin,” Kat leans over and points at the different members. “That’s Jamie, Curtis, the big hunk of man is Blair and that’s Truth.”
Truth, ever the ladies man and flirt, holds out his hand to Charlotte. “Well, hello there charismatic Charlotte, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Curtis laughs and pushes Truth out of the way. “Ignore him Charlotte, he loves to hear the sound of his own voice.”
Two arms wrap themselves around me and I twist to find Gear, smiling down at me. “You finished working for today?” he asks right before he kisses me.
He pulls back and I’m grinning like an idiot. “Nearly.”
“Vivacious Veronica, are you going to introduce us to your man?” asks Truth.
Gear releases me and eyes Truth warily. “Curtis says to ignore Truth. Everyone, this is Gear, Gear, meet The Grinders,” gushes Charlotte.
The band erupts in laughter except for Truth who shakes his head. “Look what you’ve done, she was a fan,” replies Truth, trying to sound hurt.
“Give it up, man, give it up. Nice to meet you Gear,” says Blair holding out his hand. “You’d never know he’s happily married the way he carries on. It’s all for show. There was a time when Truth here, nailed anything that moved but now? Now, he’s in love.”
Truth grins and holds his hand out to Gear. “It’s true. My beautiful bride is around here somewhere and I need to find her. V are we good? We sound awesome, security is top notch, thanks to the Kings of Korruption and the Savage Angels, and I want to spend some alone time with Rosie.”
“My name is Veronica,” I grind out. “And yes, we’re good. See you all here tomorrow for the concert.”
The band as a whole grin at me and wander off to secure their instruments and find the ones they love. Kat grabs Charlotte’s hand and drags her over to her twins who are on the side of the stage with their daddy, Dane.
I turn and face Gear. “So, gorgeous Gear, do you want to find somewhere quiet for some alone time?”
“Fuck yes! You know V suits you. It’s sexy, just like you.”
“It’s Jonas’s fault, that bloody nickname is going to stick, isn’t it?” I complain.
“Babe, if you don’t like it, I’ll make sure no one ever calls you that again,” Gear replies seriously.
Smiling, I say, “You’d do that for me?” He n
ods. “Let’s go find some alone time and I’ll think about it.”
Thirteen
Gear
“Tell me something,” Veronica says, as she lays in the crook of my arm, inside my tent. “Why did you set your camp up so far away from your club. I thought you bikers were all about brotherhood and community.”
“We are,” I say, trailing my fingers down the soft skin of her arm. I can feel her nakedness pressed against me, and even though we just finished screwing each other’s brains out, I’m more than ready to go again. This woman undoes me. I take a deep breath and try to keep my thoughts on the conversation. “But, I’m kind of a… loner. I grew up on my own for the most part. Single working mom, always alone. You know the drill. I like my space. I love my club, but sometimes distance is the only thing that keeps it that way.”
She thinks about that for a moment. “Is that why you don’t have an Ottawa rocker on your cut like the rest of them?”
I nod. “Mine just says NOMAD. I’m a drifter. I go from club to club, makin’ friends and doin’ what needs to be done.”
She props herself up on her elbow and looks down at me, causing the blanket to slide down to her waist, exposing her perky breasts to my greedy eyes. “Doesn’t that make you lonely?”
“I’m not lonely right now,” I say, reaching up and palming her breast, pinching the nipple between my finger and thumb, squeezing it enough to make her gasp.
“God,” she moans, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. “What are you doing to me? We just finished making love and I’m already ready to go again.”
Her words make me pause. Making love. Is that what we’d done? I’d never made love before. I’ve screwed and banged and I’ve most definitely fucked, but I’d never consider any of my past sexcapades making love.
She doesn’t quite let me answer the question in my mind before she leans down and wraps her tiny hand around my quickly hardening cock. Her face is mere inches from it as she strokes the shaft, her breath fanning across the hot skin and pulling a groan from deep within me.
When her head dips and I feel her tongue trail across the head of my dick, I shiver. “Jesus, babe.”
And then she parts her lips and takes me inside her sweet mouth. She sucks me in deep, my dick hitting the back of her throat and she gags a little but forces her head down even more. “Fuck,” I hiss.
With one hand, she strokes me in rhythm with her mouth as her head bobs up and down, making every fucking hair on my body stand on end. My hands spear into her unruly hair. I don’t push her head, I just hold it, feeling the motions she uses to blow my mind.
I just came like twenty goddamn minutes ago and already I can feel the familiar tingle at the base of my spine. It’s coming and it’s coming fast. Literally.
When her hand leaves my cock and reaches farther down to cup my balls, I’m done for. “Babe,” I gasp. “I’m gonna cum.”
Veronica’s head comes up and her eyes meet mine, and her perfect little pink tongue pokes out as she licks her lips. “Not yet, you’re not.”
God. I love it when she tries to take charge. I’d never have imagined that would be something I was into, but there is nothing sexier than Veronica going after what she desires. I don’t consider it obeying her. I consider it pleasing my woman, and to me, that’s the most important thing.
Her eyes blaze as she pops herself up onto her hands and knees, turning so she’s facing away from me. Her ass is practically in my face in this tiny space and I take full advantage. Sitting up, I grab her ass and pull her over so she’s straddling my legs, and as soon as I get her in position, I dive my tongue inside her.
“Gear,” Veronica gasps. “Fuck, yes!”
I swipe my tongue down to her clit and suck it between my lips. Her hips grind back as she fucks my face and I give her everything I have. I make my woman shudder and moan, shiver and scream. I bring her to the brink and just as I hear her gasps for breath become more frantic, clueing me in that her release is close, I pull back.
“Not yet for you either. You’re gonna come with my cock deep inside that sweet pussy of yours and you’re gonna touch yourself while you do it. We clear?”
“Yes,” she pants. “Just do it.”
Reaching back, I bring my hand down and give her a slap on the ass. She yelps and pushes her ass back into me, begging me to fill her up. “You’re not in charge anymore. You hear me?” She pushes back against me again, her hips rolling as she tries to gain access to my cock. I position it at her entrance and hold her hips steady. “I said, do you hear me?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “I hear you. Please, Gear. I need to feel you.”
I give my baby what she needs. Oh so slowly I sink inside of her, watching as my cock disappears within her and trying like hell to keep my cool. I feel like a fifteen-year-old kid again with this woman, and I have to remind myself not to power in. This is about pleasure, not release.
When I’m all the way inside her, I put my hand on her chin and urge her to rise from her hands so we’re kneeling, her back to my front, my cock planted firmly inside her. I wrap an arm around her waist and use the other hand to turn her face to mine. When our lips meet, I start to move.
Together, we rock our hips, feeling each other, pleasing each other. Becoming one. Jesus, I think to myself. This is making love. Every single time with Veronica has been making love. I’ve known her for barely a week, but that doesn’t matter. Veronica’s body was made for me. Mine was made for Veronica.
This time there’s no stopping my release, and I feel her shatter around me at the same time. We cum together, our mouths still kissing, our hands still grasping and our hearts beating rapidly as one.
“I don’t want to leave you tomorrow,” she whispers, her voice shaking with sudden sadness.
I don’t want her to either.
Fourteen
Veronica
Security surrounds the stage. I have nothing to worry about as there are Savage Angels and Kings of Korruption at least four deep in front of them. Apparently, they’ve bonded, thanks to my little fiasco in the ladies’ room. No one is going through all of them to get to The Grinders.
I’m wearing jeans, boots, a black Grinders t-shirt and my hair is loose around my shoulders. A new look for me, but going by the look Gear gave me when we met before the show, I’m rocking it. I look to my left and see the old ladies of the Kings of Korruption and to the right, the Savage Angels women. We have the front row to ourselves.
“You okay, babe?” asks Gear from behind me.
You would think from the grin that seems to be permanently plastered on my face that he would be able to tell. “I’m better than okay.”
The returning grin turns my insides to mush and I instinctively grab his face and kiss him. It’s a passionate, tongues dueling, sending heat to all the right places kind of kiss. When I finally break it, his eyes tell me I’ve started something and I’m tempted to abandon the concert altogether to finish what I’ve started.
“That’s enough you two!” yells Laynie with a cheeky grin on her face.
I give Gear a quizzical look. “How does she know?” Gear shrugs, shakes his head and I turn back around.
Truth takes the stage, rock star personified, black leather pants, mesh top, exposing his tattoos and well defined torso. The roar of the crowd is deafening.