Temper: Road Roses MC

by Ada Stone

  Dorian whistled. “Quite the commitment. She must be something special for old hard heart here to cave.”

  I frowned at that. Hard heart? I hadn’t considered what my bachelor lifestyle said about me before, not until very recently. And when I did, I had arrived at the conclusion that it had made me look strong, tough. Now, I wasn’t so sure. I might have commented on it, but Dorian was just teasing, his tone light and even affectionate. I wasn’t really close with him like I was some of the guys, but in that moment I felt as though he was fully on my side.

  And that was something I needed these days.

  “What can I say?” I answered, smiling cockily. “Can’t let some other asshole swoop in and snatch her up.”

  My words brought out the desired reaction in not only Dorian but everyone else, too. The guys laughed and offered their agreement. They started talking and joking amongst themselves, talking about their own partners or kids, blunders, and first loves. Mostly it was joking around, but I could see by the satisfied look in Garrison’s eye that he’d known this was going to be the result. He’d played this out perfectly, I realized, and his booming announcement in the front hadn’t been as accidental as I might have initially thought.

  You sly dog, I thought, but couldn’t really make myself be mad about it.

  In one afternoon I’d started to win guys over, and all it had taken was one woman with full hips and a sweet, sultry smile. Who would have guessed?

  …

  When I finally got home, I felt lighter than I had in a long time. Since taking over the Road Roses as a matter of fact. It was a lot more work than it seemed from the outside looking in and it took its toll on me. I had never been the sort of man who dealt with things softly, with a subtle hand. If there was resentment, I responded to it with a heavy hand of violence. If I felt like there was dissention, I beat it down with my fist.

  Which was half the reason I was in this mess with Armand to begin with. I had called on my lieutenants and they had offered me advice. Advice I hadn’t thought myself capable of taking.

  But now?

  I shrugged off my jacket and threw it onto the back of one of the armchairs in the living room adjacent from the door. “Lia?” I called, wondering if she was around. I saw her car parked out front, but she could have gone for a walk to explore the area or she might have been taking a nap. I winced when I thought of that and decided to keep my mouth shut until I knew for sure. No sense waking her up; she was pregnant after all.

  But as I walked towards the stairs to see if she was asleep in my room rather than the guest room I’d offered her—call it wishful thinking—I noticed a savory smell wafting in from the kitchen on my right. I poked my head in and was surprised to see that Lia was there. She had an apron thrown over her blouse and I noticed immediately that she wasn’t wearing pants. Only a thong. My gaze lingered on her round, perky ass and I felt myself instantly grow hard.

  Oh, the things she does to me, I thought, wondering if I could get her in the mood right here in the kitchen.

  She glanced over her shoulder then, tossing her messy, wild blonde hair out of the way as she did so. A smile bloomed on her lips. “Hey, honey, how was your day?” She said it in a low, sultry tone and was clearly teasing.

  I laughed, though I admitted somewhere deep down that I liked that she said that. I liked finding her home when I got here, and not just because she was half naked in my kitchen.

  Moving to stand directly behind her, I pushed my body flush with hers, rubbing myself against her all but bare rear. “Better now. What are you doing?”

  I looked over her shoulder to see that she was cooking something that looked suspiciously like steak. I raised an eyebrow at her. She giggled at that and I swore that she deliberately rubbed herself against my crotch. It took everything I had not to groan in her ear at the sensation.

  “I’m making dinner, can’t you tell?” She batted those long lashes at me, her lips forming a sweet little smile that was not half as innocent as it looked.

  I cleared my throat. “I see. And what prompted this?”

  She shrugged. “I wanted to say thank you. For the clothes and the place to stay.” She hesitated, then added softly, “For the time.”

  Something tightened in my chest and I acknowledged that I was feeling something more than just pure, unadulterated lust right then. Though of course that was there, too. For a second I didn’t answer. I was too stunned to think that she was standing in my kitchen not wearing any damn pants and cooking me a steak all to say thank you. To me.

  I moved my hands from her hips, sliding them across her belly. It was still small, all but flat. I laid my hands there, palm flat, imagining what it would look like as the baby inside grew. She wouldn’t be fat, but her stomach would be swollen and heavy. I imagined putting my hands against her then, like this, and what it would feel like. Would I be able to feel the baby kick?

  The thought sent something rippling through me that I couldn’t quite explain. But it was fierce.

  “Thank you,” I muttered into her ear, then pressed a sweet kiss to her fair cheek.

  We stood like that for a long moment. I left my hands there, caressing her flat stomach, enjoying the way she felt in my arms as she continued to cook my steak. Slowly, she swayed her hips, moving against my crotch, reminding me that despite the strange tenderness I felt towards her, I was also a man and I felt lust, too. I did my best to keep that lust at bay, but eventually a groan slipped from my lips.

  I felt her shudder.

  “You’re a little overdressed for dinner,” she told me in a low, husky voice. “You should change.”

  My hands finally moved from her stomach and back down to her hips. I pressed her into me firmly this time and encouraged her movements against me. “Whatever the lady wants,” I murmured against her neck.

  She let out a soft, breathless laugh that sent ripples of heat through me. “I’ll remember you said that.”

  I nipped at her neck before I pulled away from her, aware of how I ached and of how suddenly cool the space where she’d been against my body was. I jerked my shirt up over my head in the middle of the kitchen and tossed it over my shoulder towards the hall. I’ll get it later, I told myself, focused on the beautiful woman in front of me. I undid my belt buckle and then popped open the button of my jeans. All the while my gaze was trained on her.

  Her shoulders were exposed by that ruddy colored blouse and the material was transparent enough that I could see there was no bra supporting her large breasts. She must have gotten rid of that earlier, because I was sure I could see a bra beneath her shirt in the shop. The apron was cinched around her tiny waist, emphasizing her hourglass shape, and the little strings to the bow she’d tied it into hung down to graze along her ass.

  I stared at that smooth, round skin as it bounced a little with her movements.

  I kicked off my boots and sat to take off my socks, never tearing my eyes away from her. When I’d put them just outside the kitchen in the hall, I finally shoved my pants down and hung them over the back of one of the chairs shoved in at the small table I had set up. I was completely naked and I was definitely ready for whatever she had in store for me. My cock jutted up proudly from between my legs, eager for her.

  “It’s ready,” she told me, sliding a steak onto a plate beside a baked potato. “Do you want some sour cream for your—” She broke off when she turned around to face me, plate in hand. Her eyes raked over me as though they could reach out and touch me physically. They dragged across my form, going over my chest and abs until they found my hardened cock. There they lingered.

  I saw her let out a shuddering breath, then she walked over to me carrying that plate. The apron just barely covered her breasts, or at least her nipples, because I could see ample side boob from beneath her sheer blouse and the edges of that apron. Her heels clicked on the floor as she approached and then she stepped her right foot to the outside of my leg. The left one she threw to the outside and then she lowered
herself, straddling my lap. My cock ended up between us.

  “Mm, that’s much better, don’t you think?” she purred, her hands going to my shoulders and caressing them lightly. “Much more comfortable?”

  My hands went behind her back and undid that damn apron. I jerked it over her head and tossed it aside, pleased to see that her nipples were visible through the fabric. They were hardened pebbles already, proudly pushing against the sheer material. “I don’t know. I’m pretty uncomfortable right now. Think you can help me with that?”

  Her cherry red lips spread into a wicked smile. “You know, I’m not sure what to do. I’ve got some ideas though; guess I’ll have to try them all out until I find the right one.”

  I only raised an eyebrow at her in question, letting her do as she liked.

  She leaned forward and kissed my collarbone. I felt her pink tongue flick out and lick the skin there, a velvety feeling that sent a shudder through me. But she didn’t linger there for long. She kept moving, kissing along my shoulders and my chest. She slid back down my legs until she was resting on my knees rather than my lap, all so she could continue to kiss down my body.

  My cock jumped as her lips continued to press against my skin, extra soft. I felt the silky fabric of her blouse caressing my length and noticed when her breasts slid on either side of my member.

  Finally, she could go no further. She got off of my lap and I might have protested if she didn’t get down on her knees in front of me instead, settling between my legs. Her big blue eyes looked up at me from beneath full lashes and she grinned. She let out a soft sigh against my cock, making me groan. She hadn’t even put her lips against me yet and I felt ready to explode.

  Don’t come in her mouth, I told myself. Not that I didn’t want to, but it seemed kind of rude given that she was being so damn sweet to me.

  Her little tongue flicked out and tasted my head, swirling around the tip. It sent a jolt of electricity through me and I cursed between gritted teeth. She looked pretty pleased by that. Her mouth opened wide and I got to watch as she popped my head into her mouth, her ruby red lips circling my cock.

  “Fuck, baby,” I hissed, putting my hands behind my head so that I couldn’t tangle them in her hair. I was worried that if I did that, I’d just shove her the rest of the way down my length until I hit the back of her throat.

  The thought alone was enough to make me pulse with need.

  Her mouth was warm and wet as she slid slowly forward to take more of me into it. I felt her tongue slide beneath me along the vein there as she swallowed me. It was a wonderful, velvety sensation and it was driving me absolutely nuts. I wanted to jerk my hips up and shove into her the rest of the way, but resisted the urge.

  Finally, she swallowed until I hit the back of her throat. “Oh shit, that’s fucking good,” I told her, gritting my teeth and digging my fingers into my own hair so I didn’t start tugging on hers. “I can’t believe how much you can swallow.”

  She hummed around me, pleased with the compliment. She pushed just a little more in, coughed, then pulled back. Her spit covered my length as more of me slipped out of her mouth. Eventually, she only had the head between her rosy lips. She sucked, then swirled her tongue around the tip, then she moved back down my shaft until I once again hit the back of her throat.

  I gasped; she moved again.

  She repeated this over and over again, her tongue swirling over my head and the underside of my shaft. Her mouth swallowing me until I hit the back of her throat. Then she’d pull back and repeat.

  It was driving me crazy and I felt my self-control slipping. Either I was going to have to pull out of her mouth and burying myself in her sweet, tight little pussy, or I was going to start bucking into her mouth until I spilled myself down her throat. And as appealing as that was, I thought maybe that was a little too rough for my beautiful girl.

  “Baby, you’re gonna have to stop,” I ground out.

  She paused, looking up at me. There was a moment where she looked almost hurt, like maybe I hadn’t been enjoying this.

  I groaned. “If you don’t, I’m going to shove my dick as deep as I can into that pretty little mouth of yours until I come down your throat. So either let me do that or stand up and bend over so I can bury myself between those gorgeous legs of yours.”

  Her eyes flashed and for a moment, she just remained still. She left my cock in her mouth, my tip touching the back of her throat. Almost like she wasn’t sure which of my proposed scenarios she liked more. Almost like she wouldn’t mind swallowing what I had to give her.

  Oh fuck. I imagined letting myself go and spilling in her until there was more than she could swallow. I pictured it dripping from her lips and nearly lost control.

  But then she pulled back, letting her tongue slip over my veiny length. The head of my dick popped out of her mouth, saliva connecting the two for a second longer. Then she licked her lips. “Salty,” she said, low and sultry. Then she stood, that ridiculous excuse for a shirt showing her full, round tits in a shade of deep red and revealing that lacy thong I’d bought her earlier.

  “Take that off before I tear it off you,” I growled at her, motioning towards her thong.

  Her blue eyes darkened with lust and I heard her breath catch. The promise of ripping her clothing off had apparently turned her on, but her hands went to the waistband of her panties just the same. She tugged them over her hips, letting them drop around her heels on the floor.

  Still seated, I made a motion for her to turn around. “Bend over,” I commanded.

  Biting her cherry red lower lip, she nodded and turned. Her hands went to the table, palms flat, and she bent over. She bent so low that her breasts were pressing against the counter, her back arched and her curved, firm ass jutting out towards me.

  Only then did I stand. I moved right behind her, reaching out my hand to caress her round cheeks. She shivered at my touch as I caressed her soft flesh, letting my hand slip between her cheeks and down between her legs. I felt that she was wet, the moisture coating my hand.

  I groaned as my cock twitched. I needed to be inside of her. Now.

  I positioned myself between her legs and used one hand to spread her lips open. I nestled the head of my dick between them. She shuddered at the contact. “What do you say?” I prompted, pausing for half a second.

  “Please,” she breathed out.

  I slammed into her and she screamed out, not holding back this time. We weren’t in a store, and if anyone had a problem with the sounds she was making, they could take it up with me.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re tight,” I told her, the feeling of being sheathed inside her sending ripples through me.

  I found my rhythm quickly, pulling out and pushing into her again with a hurried speed. She seemed to always be pushing my desire to the next level, and after that teasing moment where her mouth did its best to swallow me whole, I knew that I was too close to try a slow fuck today.

  My pelvis slammed against her backside as I gripped her hips for leverage. The whole time she moaned and begged, making delicious mewling sounds that only spurred on my need for her.

  “Oh, Luke,” she murmured as I buried myself into her as deep as I could go, bottoming out inside of her.

  “Jesus, you feel amazing,” I ground out, pulling back and slamming into her again.

  I felt my pleasure peak and knew there was nothing I could do to prolong this further. I jerked into her several more times, my orgasm ripping through me as I cried out her name and spilled myself inside of her.

  I slumped back into my chair, pulling her sweaty body with me so that she sat on my lap. I felt myself softening inside of her, the remnants of my pleasure making me feel drugged and so damn good that I didn’t want to let her go.

  “Hell of a welcome home,” I murmured against her back, placing small kisses there.

  She giggled. “I wanted to make sure you knew how much I appreciated what you’ve done for me.”

  I rubbed small circles i
nto her hips with my thumbs. “Oh, I definitely know. No doubt.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Amelia

  I’d had more sex in the last couple of months than my last semester at school. Hell, more than my last year at school, if I was being really honest. It wasn’t that I was a prude, but unlike my rather promiscuous friends Rihanna and Stephanie, I didn’t go home with whoever I thought was decently attractive that night. Sex was good, but I preferred consistency over novelty. While Rihanna liked to say that this was the time to try out as many guys as possible before settling down with whoever Daddy picked out in the end, I was of the opinion that it was a better idea to keep a guy around for a while. Sure, I had the occasional one-night stand, but I knew the risks of things like that—now more than ever—and erred mostly on the side of caution.