“I vividly remember my first wardrobe malfunction,” the one introduced as Peaches says, turning round and giving everyone a broad grin. She’s a hard-looking woman with black eyeliner and bleached-blonde hair, a common old-lady look. “My bra broke and my man asked why I was having trouble keeping his babies even!”
Her bosom was huge, even bigger than mine, so I could well imagine a strap-breaking fiasco. I’d been filled in that she was with the sergeant at arms, Sam, while Emma was the wife of the vice president, Tony. She was holding the dinners for the club with Ace being unattached. The third female was the daughter of Peaches. Close to my age, Sky was sullen and skinny. Reading between the lines I picked up she was interested in Ace. You can have him, darling. But, in the end, didn’t it have to be a two-way street? The thought got me speculating what the prez would be like in bed. And the image of him in a towel made my mouth water again and my pussy throb. What’s a little sex before hitting the road? It’s not as if I’m a virgin or anything.
“Earth to Jess!” With my attention diverted elsewhere in my body, Emma was trying to get my attention.
“Uh, sorry, I was daydreaming.”
“I was wondering if you’d like to head into Vegas tomorrow for a little shopping?”
“Sure.” It would beat sitting around the clubhouse, trying to duck and dive questions.
“All settled then.” She pulls a huge pan of lasagna from one of her two ovens and sets it on a wooden sideboard and cuts it into generous portions.
“Sky, let everyone know dinner will be ready in ten,” she says. Sky frowns and dutifully clomps out the front door. She has just finished setting the long dining room table and did a decent job, even adding fresh flowers. Cheyanne, Emma’s adorable daughter, joins us and I give her a big smile, her high happy voice a welcome change.
I help with the bread baskets and place the salad, now divided into two huge bowls, at each end of the table that seats twenty. Peaches dishes out the fragrant lasagna at each spot. Steaming bowls of vegetables and a huge platter of roast beef make my stomach rumble. Apple pies sit waiting on the sideboard and everything tickles my taste buds. This is my kind of feast.
The club members begin flooding in. Ace is last to arrive. His devastating smile about does me in. Flustered by his appreciative glance, I busy myself with finding an empty chair. I end up beside him when he takes my hand and helps me to my seat. Sky’s eyes tell the bitter tale and I bite my lip to keep a smile at bay. Okay, but it’s nice to be chosen.
“So, darlin’,” he says as he helps himself to a dinner roll. “Your car is in even worse shape than we thought. You might be here a day or two longer. Got to wait for parts.”
Shit. What can I say to that? Longer is dangerous.
“I hate to impose. Maybe—”
“Pretty lady like you, it’s no imposition. You can stay with me long as you like.”
“We’re going into Vegas tomorrow, Ace.” Emma speaks up. “We can pick up parts.”
“No need. BJ can handle it. Right?” He looks to the prospect at the lower end of the table who nods his understanding.
Hoping that will speed things up, I tackle my dinner with gusto. Other than a liberal peppering of swear words, the gathering is no different than any other family. Just as dysfunctional, but Emma’s sense of dry humor keeps things on an even keel. I find I enjoy the interactions from my place of honor by Ace’s side and pray the whole lot of them don’t find out I’m Preacher’s daughter. The legendary badass biker. I sense I can trust Emma, but best if no one knows.
I get up to help Emma serve the dessert. Ace gives my ass a pat on the way by. Though his proprietary attitude rubs me the wrong way, I ignore it. No need to make a fuss as I have been enjoying myself. The community is addictive, whether you agree with the brotherhood issues or not. And showing up the prez would be bad form. Very bad form. I am grateful I at least know the rules that should keep me from stepping in obvious shit.
“Want me to light the fire, prez?” BJ asks as he gets up. Alcohol has been flowing and he stumbles slightly.
“Sure. Go ahead. Me, I got other plans tonight,” Ace says, eying me, sending his lustful meaning racing through my ridiculously receptive body. Alcohol always gives me tunnel vision, making all things right with the world. I raise an eyebrow at him, pretending I’m not giving an inch. He runs a finger down my arm and I shiver. God damn but he’s smoking hot. His maleness is like a force field, giving off an allure that speaks to me on a very primal level. Ignoring it is not even remotely possible. I press my thighs together in an effort to stop the ache that is throbbing deep in my pussy. One little touch. Ignoring the dark foreboding sense that overcomes me, I know what I want to do with him and it’s fuck him, not kill him.
Hmm, perhaps I should share this insider knowledge? Then again maybe not. He should think he’s worked for it, right? I think back to what my girlfriends and I love to discuss when we should be studying. We even had a name for the course, thanks to yours truly. Mars 101. You know, because women are from Venus and men are from Mars. And Ace, he’s a warrior god. That guy that makes you believe in fairy tales and happy-ever-after—he’s not him. There will be no poetry, just heavy-duty fucking. But when in Rome and all that jazz…
“Need help with the dishes?” I ask to delay the inevitable.
“No, we got this. I’ll call you in the morning, sweetheart,” Emma says.
Ace takes my hand and leads me back. On the way I observe the others hanging around a fire pit that BJ is busy tending. The fire crackles as the wood pops and burns and hungry fingers reach for the sky. It will be a wild night of howling.
My hand is sweaty in Ace’s. He opens the door to the clubhouse and a blast of air-conditioning helps. The common room is deserted.
“Going to fuck you now, babe,” he says.
His words jolt.
“Going to kiss and fuck every square inch of you. I love that you’re a woman with lots of curves—all the more to enjoy, darlin’.”
I turn inside out. Poetry be damned. His growly tone is hotter than any literary reference.
“Yes.” It’s all I can manage.
Scooping me up, he carries me to his room. Slamming the door shut, he pulls off his cut and t-shirt and throws them aside. He’s physically perfect. His pants hang low over his hips. He leans in for a kiss and the hot press of him alters my brain. Yanking my top over my head, he pushes the bustier to my waist and my heavy breasts fall into his hands. The cool air pebbles my sensitive nipples.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his eyes glowing with intent. My pussy quivers. One long, thick finger trails down between my breasts. Time suspends and I swallow hard. He kisses my lips, my neck, captures a nipple in his hot mouth while his fingers work the other. My pussy is soaking wet, hot and aroused. The need for release makes me frantic. I swing one leg up to circle his waist, rubbing my groin against his. He moans. The pressure—it’s not enough. I want more.
“Fuck me,” I whisper in his ear and grasp his earlobe with my teeth, biting down gently on it.
“You’re killing me, babe,” he growls. Throwing me on the bed, he tears at my jeans, tugging them down my hips. My panties follow and he leans over me, kissing a path of desire from my breastbone to my hips. Pushing my legs wide apart, he uses two fingers to separate my folds as he leans in towards me. He licks me and I press myself tighter against his mouth, all pretenses at being a prom queen long gone. It’s so fucking good. I moan my pleasure aloud, encouraging him to continue. He obliges, twirling his talented tongue around the entrance to my pussy and teasing my clit mercilessly. When he plunges his tongue inside, fucking me with it, I lurch up off the bed. Holy shit. The girl whisperer all right. A very talented girl whisperer.
“Come for me, baby, let me taste your sweet honey,” he insists and the thought is all I need to explode apart. I fill his mouth with my essence and he slurps it down as if he’s drunk on wine.
“So sweet,” he murmurs and doesn’t even bother
to wipe my juices from his mouth. He’s grinning as he leans down and kisses me. I can taste myself. It’s dirty and fuckin’ hot.
“My turn,” I insist and push him back down on the bed and straddle him. I work plenty of kisses all down his ripped chest. He tastes like sandalwood and leather and I follow the enticing trail of dark hair that leads to paradise. I grasp his huge, solidly built cock with both hands and suck him into my mouth. Nice. His pre-cum is salty to my tongue and it entices me to swallow him whole.
It’s his turn to moan as I suck him in and out of my mouth, his girth and length enticing me on. He’s very, very well-endowed and I enjoy having in him in my mouth and throat. My pussy begins to heat and flow again with moisture. I can’t wait for this gorgeous cock to be inside me. I look into his dark eyes, enticing him further with my own little moans of pleasure. He eats it up. Suddenly he’s moving, rolling a condom on, and pushing me over onto my back. He lands on top of me, elbows and knees taking his weight to keep from crushing me.
He grabs hold of both my hands and pulls them high over my head while his cock nudges my dripping slit, searching for my opening. My body is beyond ready for him.
“Fuck me,” I whimper and he obliges.
His cock pushes into me, past my swollen pussy lips, his balls up tight against my ass in a heartbeat. I stretch to accommodate his amazing girth and length. My legs wrap around his waist as I draw him in farther.
“Oh, baby,” he murmurs, his body hot against mine. He begins to slide in and out of me, branding my pussy his. I’m so wet I can hear sucking sounds as our bodies slam against each other, the wetness an erotic overture to our fucking. He feels soooo good, too good and I die a little. He calls to me on some kind of elemental level. It’s thrilling and scary all at the same time. He speeds up his thrusts and then pushes a hand down between our bodies to gently tug on my clit. It sends me over the edge. My orgasm hits hard. I quit breathing. The after-quakes slowly subside.
“You are so fine. So wet and willing—amazing,” he murmurs as he draws a few wet strands of hair back from my face. He’s looking down at me and I’m afraid to look up. To see confirmation of how good it was in his eyes. Making love so soon is not in the etiquette books and I might be branded a slut for doing so, but nothing on this green earth could have stopped it. But this kind of mutual attraction, it’s not for me. I need to get the hell out of this town soon as I can. Suddenly I want to get dressed. The itch invades my skin. I rally all my resources. I sit up abruptly and worm my way out of the bed. His arm reaches out to stop me.
“What’s the matter, darlin’?” he asks, taken by surprise.
“I need to use the bathroom.” I give the first excuse that comes to mind, avoid looking at him, push his arm away and scramble to get up. This is not supposed to go this way. I don’t want to feel this much physical attraction for a man who wears the colors. I have worked too hard to get away to get pulled back now by my shameless libido. I have to get my brain back in the game.
In the bathroom I use shaking hands to pull the damp hair back from my face. I need to get home, away from this unwanted, unwarranted attraction to the bad boy. I turn on the shower and get in. The hot water sluices away the tangy fragrance of our lovemaking and clears my head. It was just sex. Nothing more. No mysterious alchemy of physicality that has to necessarily lead anywhere. One fabulous bout of sex is not that bad of an event. Most people would accept it for the gift it most certainly is, my inner goddess speaks up, with words of uncommonly common sense for her. True. And in a couple of days I can just leave and no one need be the wiser. Don’t make too much of it. Centered, I feel relieved and a bit silly. Of course, it’s just sex, incredible, mind-blowing sex, but still, just the hot sex that happens unexpectedly sometimes in odd circumstances.
I finish drying off, comb out my wet hair and wrap one of the towels around my body. Time to face temptation.
The room is thankfully empty when I step back into it. The bed is still unmade and I breathe deeply, enjoying the sharp tang of sexual activity that emanates from the sheets. I straighten the covers, pick up my clothes and slip out of the door and make a dash for my own room. I carefully lock the door. I don fresh panties from my suitcase and pull on an old t-shirt I like to sleep in. It’s after midnight and sleep is all I want. But as I lie down in the dark, my mind refuses to drift off. The events of the past hours keep looping together in my mind. I need to stay away from contact with Ace. He’s too fucking dangerous. Keep that in mind, sweetheart. I say the mantra a few times to reinforce it.
The door handle rattles a bit later, my breath hitching in my throat.
“Who is it?” I manage to croak out.
“Ace. I want to talk to you.”
“Talk?” I say scathingly.
“Yeah, talk,” he confirms.
But I know better. It’s not talk he wants. He wants more willing pussy, just like all horny guys. Easy for him, hard for me. The woman always bears the brunt of the fallout.
“I’m exhausted. I’m all wore out, thanks to you. Tomorrow morning would be better.” I can only hope the praise helps.
Dead silence greets my suggestion.
“Let me in,” he growls and my heart stills. What do I do now? Shit. Damned if I do and damned if I don’t pretty much sums this one up.
Chapter Four
I make a hasty decision and open the door. Big mistake. The handsome hunk is leaning against my doorframe, one hand over his head, the other in his pocket, t-shirt slightly pulled up from his pants, exposing a span of flawlessly lean belly, damp hair tousled about his face as if fresh from a shower and a rueful grin plastered on his charming face. He looks like a damn cologne commercial that’s a setup for women to fall at his feet. I grab a handful of his tee and pull him into my room.
“Hey, darlin’, you could have just asked,” he teases as he allows me to slam the door behind him. I don’t want others hearing our conversation. If that’s what indeed we are going to have.
He eyes my skimpy outfit and I can see real appreciation flare in his dark eyes. I love that he wants to celebrate my womanliness. His hand reaches out and he tenderly pushes a lock of hair behind my ear.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmurs and leans in for a kiss.
I turn my head away and the kiss lands on my cheek. “I thought you wanted to talk.” It’s my turn to tease.
He reaches out and pulls me tightly into his arms. My feet leave the floor as he lifts me up against his hard body. I breathe in the scent of soap and the underlying musk of a man. He is fresh from the shower. My body begins to vibrate. Me. I’m usually the strong one. I allow him to strip off my tee and his hands descend to my tightening nipples before I can raise any objections. And then I don’t want to object as he caresses my hot flesh, his searching fingers slipping under the edge of my panties and finding me soaking wet once again.
He carries me to the bed and lays me down. My body opens under his gaze. His mouth descends and I whimper as he tugs sharply at one needy nipple with his teeth. My pussy clenches, aching for attention. He obliges, his mouth descending between my thighs. He laps at as if I’m manna from heaven and I wantonly spread myself wide for the handsome devil. His tongue seeks my inner folds and dances around my nub. I push my pussy harder against his face, wanting his attention on my greedy clit.
“You really are the goddamn girl whisperer,” I whisper softly as I grab a handful of his hair and tug him closer. My body is on fire. He’s an expert, arousing me to the pinnacle of desire and then backing off, not quite taking me over the edge. It’s frustrating and wonderful and drives me insane.
“Fuck, I need you in me. Please, for the love of God, fuck me!” I finally demand and all I get for my troubles is a satisfied chuckle.
“Me thinks the lady doth protest too much,” he says, surprising me enough I look directly into his expressive eyes that show how very much he is enjoying himself. My juices anoint his sexy mouth and it makes him look even sexier. He’s so into it. I swa
llow hard. But my pussy needs relief so badly and I ache for a hard fucking.
“I need you inside me. Now!” I say louder, letting him know I mean business.
This time he obliges. He gets up on his knees, tears open a foil package, rolls the condom on his length and thrusts his hard cock in one huge slam into my body. I gasp from the invasion. Heavenly. He fill me up, stretches me and it helps ease the needy ache that is driving me crazy. Each thrust in slamming against my womb sends me spiraling higher. My legs move to straddle his waist. We are a perfect fit. We fuck for long moments; the only sound our harsh breathing. I orgasm, the waves of pleasure taunting my sex ‘til they slowly die away, leaving me sated. He groans as he gives a final thrust and collapses on me.
“You are amazing, beautiful,” he compliments me. “Best I’ve ever had,” he admits.
What can I say to that? “Me too,” I whisper the truth.
“Come on. Let’s go for a ride,” he says, pulling away from me and getting up. He throws the used condom in the trash.
“A ride. Now?” I ask weakly.
“Yes.” He leans down and smacks my ass, making me jump. “I want you on the back of my bike.”
Discombobulated, I sit up. He’s changed gears so quickly. Too quickly for me to come up with any reason not to go along with it.
“Okay, give me a minute.” I hurry to the bathroom and wash and dry myself. In the mirror I see a sexy woman who has just been laid. She looks good. And far too damn happy.
I ignore the worry and hurry back to the bedroom. Ace is already dressed and waits for me to finish. In a matter of minutes we’re outside under the stars and straddling his Harley. It feels like old home week as he hands me a helmet. The low-riding bike immediately responds to his touch and we hit the open road. The vibration of the huge beast between my legs feels awesome. The night air caresses my skin and intoxicates my senses. We leave the world far behind and fly through the sweet night air. Freedom. Uncaged. Fantastically alive. I hug Ace’s back, pressing my breasts tight against him.
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