His Young Queen: (Steel Jackals MC #1)

by Tiff P. Raine

  “Oh, yes it is, and I can’t fuckin’ wait to see another of your tiny holes eat my dick.”

  “God, you have such a filthy mouth. Why didn’t I know you spoke like this?”

  He petted her ribs and came down to squeeze her ass cheek. “You like the dirty talk.”

  That was an accurate observation, so she nodded.

  “Lucky. Because when you’re naked there’s no way I can be polite, not even for you. Sorry if I get too crude, but that’s what’s in my head.” He gripped her hip and thrust harder. “We might have sex sometimes. We might even make love once or twice. But usually we’ll fuck. And we’ll fuck hard. But not back here tonight.” He made a wide circle with his thumb that had her pulling in a sharp gasp. “Only wanted to introduce myself to this quiet little virgin. She’s safe for a while yet.”

  Tish laid her head on her arms she’d draped over the handlebars. The change in position lifted her hips and Josh took advantage by driving deep with his next plunge into her pussy. She felt him so high up in her body she whimpered and stretched like a cat. It seemed the deeper she took him, the deeper she wanted him. To make room, she opened herself up by lifting her leg and placing her toes on the foot pedal.

  “Aw, fuck, Tish. So fuckin’ gorgeous.”

  He got serious and gave her a thigh-smacking pounding. His thumb came out of her ass, leaving her feeling empty, but it didn’t last. When he filled her again—after making a slurping sound with his mouth—it was with two wet fingers that he didn’t just insert but fucked her with.

  “Holy shit…” She braced her arms and pushed back. “Faster,” she ordered when he moved too slowly. “Fuck me, Josh. Both…please fuck them both.”

  He slipped his free hand under the back of her thigh and lifted her off her feet. She fell back so that her spine met his chest, his shaft and fingers driving into her slick holes in unison. She bit her lip to try to keep her loud moans in check, only distantly aware they weren’t in the house, but the faster he fucked her, the more a damaging pressure began to build inside her. An unfamiliar one. A disturbing one. When his swiftly rising and falling hips had her bouncing up and down, she cried out unchecked.

  “Get your fingers on your clit,” he commanded. “Work it hard.”

  She obeyed, and that coil instantly tightened faster, the pull so strong it began to scare her. She spread herself wide open and was moving in an uncoordinated manner, needing him to fuck her harder and faster, and deeper and forever. She desperately searched for relief, yet was terrified to find it.

  “It’s too much! I can’t! We have to stop!” At this angle, his blunt cockhead was rubbing at something inside her that made her want to burst into tears, and the taboo feeling of him giving it to her at the same time up her ass was driving her insane.

  “No fuckin’ way. You’re gonna give it to me. I can feel how tight you’re holding onto it. Now share what you’re trapping in this gluttonous little body of yours, honey.”

  The bindings holding her control snapped and Tish screamed through a mind-bending release that forced a long stream of liquid to squirt out of her pussy. As she bore down on the violent pleasure, she opened herself to the hot rush of it so that another glistening arc gushed from her. She heard a splash as it landed on Josh’s bike and the floor. Her voice broke as she did, and she lost it completely when Josh shoved her hand aside so he could whip his fingers across her clit like a wiper blade, splashing them both with the remaining streams of warm liquid that escaped her at the bottom of every pulse of her seizing pussy.

  “Jesus Christ, Tish. You just made me the happiest ex-fucking-con alive.” His impressive control flew off to join hers in Oz, and he pummeled her quivering holes, cursing and moaning loudly when his cock expanded, and he began to come. The warmth of his release poured into her, and by the time they were through, her ears were ringing and they were both dripping with sweat and the result of her explosive climax.

  Tish collapsed forward and fought not to slide off the bike and curl up on the cool cement floor so she could recover in peace. She couldn’t stop shaking.

  “I think you killed me.”

  Josh was breathing heavily as he came down to cover her. He didn’t put all his weight on her but cloaked her with his warmth. “Funny. I was thinking the opposite.” He slipped a hand under her and between her breasts to grasp her chin and turn her head back. He kissed the corner of her mouth. “Thanks for bringing me out of the fog, Tish-tosh.” He rubbed his lips across her cheek. “I haven’t kissed you enough. Another thing I’ll work on for you, remembering the little things.”

  So sweet, she thought as quiet descended and they calmed.

  “That was a beautiful thing you just did for me,” he murmured a minute later.

  “I can’t believe that happened. I made a mess of your bike.”

  “Fuck that. You christened it. First one it’s had, and unless we make this a regular thing, it’ll also be the last.”

  Contentment began to seep into Tish, and she eventually went limp, wishing for her bed.

  And speaking of beds. “What were you talking about earlier? About me moving into your room?” They’d probably be more comfortable using the spare bedroom tonight because her bed was only a double whereas the other was a queen. “I can’t sleep with you in my uncle’s house yet. It would be too awkward.”

  “I didn’t mean at Nick’s place. I meant I want you in my room in my house.”

  “Hmm. You have a house?” She was fading and couldn’t follow. Did she already know he had a place? No. Before he’d gone away, he’d lived half the time at her and her mom’s apartment, and the other with Nick and Chase.

  “Yeah, baby. I have a house. You’ve been taking care of it for me while I’ve been away. I appreciate that.” He gave her shoulder a lazy suck.

  She forced her eyes open. “What are you talking about? This is my uncle’s… This is your house?” She’d intended for that to come out sounding shocked, but she was spent, so it was merely weak.

  “I bought it a few months before everything went to shit. Had planned on moving you and your mom in once I finished some renos. I wanted to keep a closer eye on you. I had Nick follow through after I couldn’t, and told him not to mention it was my place in case Rachel got stupid and refused to move in.”

  Lifting her arm that weighed about four hundred pounds, she wrapped it around his wrist and brought it back to her chest so she could snuggle her face into his palm. “I love you so much, Josh. You’re such a good man. You really are.”

  He didn’t say anything for a stretch, and then, in a tone she’d never heard him use, he said, “Wanting to lock you away under my roof to prevent something bad happening to you doesn’t make me a good man, Tish. It makes me your warden. That didn’t stop me, though, because here you’ve been for the last three years, turning my house into a home, when you could have been—”

  She cut him off, immediately nipping what would be a meaningless conversation in the bud. “Happier if you’d been here to help me,” she finished for him. “But since you weren’t, I did it without you, and would again if I had to. Now that you’re out, we can continue the job together. You’ll start tomorrow by fixing the leak behind the washer that my uncle keeps forgetting about. And I’d love it if you could somehow put a seal around the dryer vent because I’ve run out of the house three times after seeing a spider crawl out of there.” She almost shuddered off the bike. “And, call me crazy, but I like the idea of you as my warden. Maybe when we take that ride to Phoenix, we can pick up a hat or something, and a Billy club in the shape of a—well, you know.”

  He made only a small sound of amusement, so she continued rambling.

  “Though I am only now getting used to the idea of you being my master, so another title might be pushing it. You’re not going to start calling me Jeannie and pretending you’re an astronaut, are you?” He chuckled at that and bit the back of her arm. She grinned, happy she’d distracted him. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind, I n
eed you to wrap your bike cover around us and carry me inside. My legs aren’t working right.”

  ~ Chapter Twelve ~

  A short while later, Tish, freshly showered and clean once again was lowered into Josh’s bed, in his room, in his house. He climbed in beside her.

  “Face the window.”

  She rolled as she took the tie out of her hair, putting her back to him.

  “The boys would laugh their ass off if they knew how badly I want to spoon with you.”

  The smile that had been hover over her lips since they’d come in from the garage grew as she snuggled back into his arms.

  “You feel so good,” she murmured more to herself than him. Maybe by morning she’d come to accept this wasn’t a dream.

  “I shouldn’t have put you in the shower. I liked the smell of our sex all over you. I liked that you were dirty with it.” His knuckles traveled up and down her front. “If we were going out somewhere I’d have left you like that. Would drive me nuts to watch you order a bowl of soup and know my come had dried on the insides of your thighs. You know, ’cause I’m a pig and all.”

  A jaw-cracking yawn interrupted her laugh. “If we went to Chuck’s right now I wouldn’t bother with soup. I’d go for the burger and fries. With gravy. And maybe some onion rings. And a milkshake. Mmm.”

  “If they weren’t closed, I’d make a food run. But this fuckin’ town goes to sleep with the sun. Want me to make you something? Scrambled eggs?”

  He used to make her scrambled eggs and stand over her until she ate every morsel before walking her to school. Her heart overflowed. “No, thanks. I’m not hungry enough to let you move.”

  When he didn’t say anything more, she squirmed and maneuvered until they were facing each other, their heads close together on the pillow. He looked at her and was very serious as he laid his heavy leg over hers, effectively pinning her in place.

  She kept things light and tried to bring him back up from this place he sometimes went that she didn’t understand. “I’m not going anywhere, you know?”

  “No?”

  “No, Josh. I’m exactly where I’ve always wanted to be.”

  He nodded without looking convinced. “I should warn you, I’ve always been greedy with my shit, but with you, now that I have you, it’s bad. I’ve never been like this over a woman, and it’s fucking with me a little.”

  He was still looking at her but appeared to be somewhere else in his mind.

  “Every time Nick came to see me, I’d sit across from him and wonder if this was the day he’d tell me you’d hooked up. On the one hand, I wanted you to find someone who treated you well and made you happy.” He sent a hand under the sheet and was now working it between them. He gently rubbed his knuckles across her navel. “But on the other, I knew if I got out and had to watch some cocksucker swagger around because he was fucking you, I’d have gone after him. I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from at least dishing him a good ass-kicking for daring to touch my stuff while I couldn’t do anything about it.”

  She softly brushed her fingertip across his shiner. “Your ‘stuff,’ huh?”

  “Yeah, baby.”

  He owned her, and it was a beautiful thing because she now knew owned meant wanted, and wanted meant she was want-able. Feeling the darkness she’d lived under for the past three years finally clear out, Tish basked in her guardian’s light. She reached up and kissed him. “I love you, Master Josh,” she said against his lips. He was undoubtedly the master of her heart, and there was no reason she should deny him that knowledge.

  The kiss broke when he grinned. “Knew you’d come around.”

  She giggled. “Yeah, around five times.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  “So are you,” she said, sobering. “Whenever the mood strikes. I don’t ever want to feel what I felt when you said you were taking this to someone else to deal with.” She lifted his semi-hard shaft from where it was laying on his thigh, and wrapped her fingers around it.

  “When I said I was going to take care of my dick, I meant I was getting out of your vicinity so it would calm the fuck down. I wasn’t gonna fuck anyone else. I haven’t done that in more than five years.”

  Around a feeling of sweet relief, she reached up and covered her ears. “Don’t tell me stuff like that because all I hear is that you were like this with other women before five years ago.”

  He pulled her hands down then went back to caressing her belly. She hadn’t miss the fact that he was concentrating on that expanse between her hip bones.

  “I’ve never been like this with other women. And I’m thirty-eight, how the fuck would I have gotten through without screwing around some?”

  She gave him a mock glare. “I don’t know, but you should have tried harder to abstain.”

  “I didn’t feel the need to abstain until you were old enough to start getting under my skin. Christ, Tish, you don’t know what I went through when I started seeing you differently.”

  Knowing him as she did, she could only imagine. “I’m sorry for that,” she said sincerely. “I never had any problems when my feelings for you changed. You were always my favorite thing, but then you became my very favorite thing.” Her tone left him in no doubt what she meant. “So when you went away, you liked me already?” She refrained from clapping excitedly.

  “Didn’t want to admit it, but, yeah, I ‘liked’ you. Leaving you on that sidewalk in front of the clubhouse was rough. When you showed as Steve was bringing me to the cruiser, that’s when I wanted to kill your fuckin’ mother for what she’d done. The fear in your eyes was the only reason I let you visit for as long as I did.”

  “Then you made Nick stop bringing me because you thought I’d move on if I didn’t see you once a week?”

  “Had to try something. That was another shit day; when I had to tell you not to come and see me anymore. You thought you’d be back, I could see it in your face, but I knew it would be four years before I saw you again. Or, thought it would be. I was a fuckin’ cocksucker to be around for six months after that. Got tossed in the hole too many times for getting into it with anyone who’d take me on. So fuckin’ stupid,” he muttered, sounding annoyed with himself.

  “The hole?”

  “Solitary.”

  “Oh.” She snuggled closer. “I hate that you were alone in there for so long.”

  “I know.” He jostled them by reaching back and stuffing another fluffy pillow behind his head. “Fuckin’ pillows are the best thing ever. You know, I never understood it when the boys said thoughts of their old lady and kids were what got them through their time inside. I understand it now. Even without the promise of this,” he traveled down a few inches from where the back of his hand now rested and stroked a finger across the top of her mound, “coming out to you was the light at the end of my tunnel.”

  She sighed. “You know this whole thing would have been so much easier if you hadn’t tried to fight this, right?”

  “Probably.” He was quiet for a stretch, and something that had been bugging her came to the surface again. Before she could ask him about it, he murmured, “You’re so fuckin’ young, Tish.”

  She pushed up onto her elbow to frown at him. “But I’m not. In my mind and heart, I feel old. I’m not almost twenty in there; I’m older than you. I’m surprised you care what people will think about our age difference.”

  His brows went up. “And rightly so, because I don’t. I’m worried for you. People are cruel, and you won’t be able to let their stupid ass comments roll off your back. Me, on the other hand; I’ll have no trouble telling the nosy, judgmental cocksuckers to fuck off, as I smile wide and remember how wet your little pink slit gets before I fuck it.” He lifted his chin when she went to cover his mouth with her palm.

  “You’re terrible,” she muttered with little heat.

  He took her hand and bit her palm before tucking it into his neck. With his other, he guided her head back down to his chest. “Just because I don’t
care what others think, that doesn’t mean I’m cool with the eighteen fuckin’ years between us. Again, more for your sake. You haven’t lived much of your life yet.”

  “That’s because you haven’t been here.”

  “And I don’t want you realizing that ten or fifteen years down the road,” he said as though she hadn’t spoken.

  “I won’t.”

  “You’re a stubborn little shit, aren’t you?”

  She looked up. “Yes.”

  He rolled his eyes. “How many guys have you kissed?”

  She blinked at the subject change but held onto her nagging question. “Uh, hang on. Before we go there, I wanted to ask you about your early release. How did that come about? Nina said they didn’t do that. So why did they let you out before your time was up?”

  A bit of steel entered his expression, and she couldn’t be positive because the light was dim, but she was quite sure his face was flushing.

  “When the fuck did Nina become an expert on what they do or don’t do in the U.S. penal system?”

  “No one said she was an expert,” she soothed. What a cranky pants. “I’m just curious because I’ve never heard of them taking two entire years off someone’s sentence just because they were well behaved. And right now, you said you didn’t play well with the other kids for the first six months you were there. What’s with that?”

  “Tish, do you really think I wanna get into all the details of that shit right now?” Impatience came through the exhausted note in his voice, and something else. He was staring straight up at the ceiling, a tick in his jaw working. His cheeks were definitely rosy.

  “No, of course not,” she murmured, watching him. Why wouldn’t he look at her? An icy warning slithered down her spine, making her shiver. “Josh? Did you—? Did my uncle—? Are they—?”

  “Tish-Tosh.” He sighed bringing his gaze to her. “Give it a rest before you hurt yourself. There’s no story here. Now, answer me. How many have you kissed? Did you abstain completely?”