BLAMELESS: MC Biker Romance (Black Thorns, #3)

by Franca Storm

She don’t like my hesitation and she snaps at me, “Pity? Is that why you’re here? Because you found me in the bathroom in a state? Poor, helpless Sarah, right? Or, is it that you feel guilty about the nasty things you said to me up at the clubhouse and you feel like doing this will cure you of that?”

  “Sarah—”

  She cuts me off. “I don’t want your pity. And I don’t want your guilt. You have nothing to feel guilty about. You were right. We aren’t together. You had every right to fool around with those girls. You still do. It’s not your fault that I’m a stupidly emotional and clingy person after getting sexual with a guy.” She runs her fingers through her hair. “I was stupid to think that what we did meant something more than just an orgasm and a good time. But I can’t be anything else. It’s the way I am and you’re…you’re not that way. You like fooling around with many women, not being tied to just one.” Her eyes lock with mine. “You’re free like that.”

  Jesus Christ. Her words bore into the heart of me. The next thing I know, I’m climbing onto the bed and straddling her over the covers.

  She gasps, her eyes wide. “Zeb?” she ekes out, nervously.

  “Free? I ain’t free, Sarah. Ain’t felt that way for a long time. ‘Til you. ‘Til I knew you. When you’re ‘round, you got this way of pulling me outta all the bad. All the dark. Those women you talkin’ ‘bout? Just distractions, darlin’. But you…you do something to me. It confuses the fuck outta me, but I can’t shake it. Can’t shake you. So, that’s why I’m here. I’m here, cuz I wanna be. Wanna be with you.”

  She don’t say nothing. She just stares at me.

  And then she lets go of the covers.

  That’s when I realize why she were covering up. Her tank top’s so thin that I can see her nipples, hard and pushing against the material. She’s turned on.

  I reach for the bottom of her top.

  Her hands cover mine and she tells me in an anxious rush, “Zeb. I…I’m scared. I…I’m not…”

  “Not what, Sarah?”

  “Not…experienced. Not like those women you usually…go with. I don’t know how to—”

  “Know all that ‘bout you already. Like that ‘bout you, darlin’.”

  “But, I—”

  “Shh,” I whisper, leaning down and kissing her hands that are now gripping mine real tight. “Close your eyes.”

  She hesitates.

  “Sarah. You believed me when I told you you’re safe with me, yeah?”

  She nods, biting those full lips of hers.

  “Then close your eyes for me.”

  She does as I ask, scrunching ‘em up tightly.

  “Good girl. Now release your death grip on me. Okay, darlin’?”

  She slowly releases me.

  I cup her face and brush my lips over hers. I keep it soft for a while. This girl’s different. I gotta work her up slow. Gotta take my time with her and ease her into it.

  Her hands come up and slide into my hair. She moans and I deepen the kiss. She opens her mouth for me, inviting me in to claim that sweet mouth of hers.

  I pull the covers back and she whimpers and pulls her lips from mine. Her hands leave my hair and come up to cover her body.

  I know what she needs.

  I get under the covers with her, straddling her hips. And then I pull ‘em up over us.

  Her eyes sparkle at me, knowing I get it. She’s real self-conscious ‘bout her scars and it’s one of the main things holding her back. As much as I hate that she’s gotta be that way, cuz she’s so damn beautiful and those scars don’t do shit to take away from that, I gotta do what makes her comfortable here.

  “Thank you,” she breathes as I bury my face in her neck.

  “Whatever you need, darlin’,” I whisper, kissing my way down the side of her neck, along her collarbone and down to the top of her tits. I nudge her tank top down with my chin and take her left nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. I do the same with the right one and she throws her head back and gasps, “Yes.”

  I pull back and fix her top. I don’t try to take it off her, cuz I know that’ll have her shying away again. We’re gonna do this her way.

  I hook my fingers in the waistband of the tiny pink shorts she’s wearing and slowly tug ‘em down her legs. I watch her closely, making sure she’s okay. I get ‘em off and toss ‘em off the bed. And then I shed my boxers.

  I shift my weight and slide the head of my rock hard cock along the length of her pussy. She’s wet for me, so wet.

  She yelps in surprise as it brushes her clit. “Zeb!” she gasps. “Oh my God! What is that?”

  I lift the covers so she can look down between us.

  Her eyes widen as she takes in the three studs in the head of my cock.

  “You like ‘em? They feel good?” I ask, grinning at the shocked look on her face.

  She surprises me then when she bites her lip and gives me a sexy little look. “So good.”

  I ease her thighs apart. “Told you you’re safe with me, Sarah. So, I gotta hear the words from you. Gotta be all your call here. You want this, darlin’?”

  She snakes her hands ‘round my neck and I meet her intense gaze. “I…this isn’t just sex to me. I can’t…I can’t do that, Zeb. I…I like you. A lot.”

  “I know. Like you a lot too, Sarah.”

  She smiles with relief and surprise. Hell, I’m surprised, too. Surprised that I’m in this position right now, agreeing to what I am. Tryin’ something more with a woman than just fucking. She’s telling me she can’t fuck without emotion getting in the way. Already knew that ‘bout her from that first time we fooled ‘round. I don’t wanna fuck her and leave her neither. There’s something more here and even though I got no idea what it really means, I wanna find out. Hell, I need to.

  She’s the only woman who’s managed to bring me in outta the cold I been living in for too fucking long.

  I lean down and gather her in my arms, holding her close.

  And that’s when I realize how far gone I am with her, cuz I’m missing something major here. Jesus Christ. First time for everything.

  “Ain’t got no condoms, darlin’.” Dammit!

  There ain’t no guy more careful than me when it comes to being safe. I ain’t Ax. Dumbass kept pulling that shit with Rox. He had two fuck ups, cuz he were so careless and let his dick rule his head.

  She smiles at me. “I’ve been on the pill for years.”

  Normally, some woman telling me that wouldn’t be enough. With the kinda women I usually fuck, it’d be real stupid to trust their word on that.

  But with Sarah, I do trust it.

  “Are you…clean?” she asks.

  “Swear it. Ain’t been with nobody since the last time I got tested and got the all clear.”

  She smiles and pulls me down to her, forcing my mouth to hers. Our lips clash in a way they ain’t never before. This time I feel her desperation to have this. To have me. And it’s the biggest turn on ever. Knowing a woman wants me this much, where it’s way beyond the physical. So much more. It takes me over and our kiss becomes frantic. I get it then. I get what this is with her. Healing. This is two people so damaged and scarred by the darkest parts of life, finally finding comfort in one another.

  She moans into my mouth as I slide my dick inside her, taking it slow for the first time in my life. She’s so tight. So much innocence surrounding me. I grit my teeth, both cuz the pressure’s almost painful and cuz I’m actually feeling something here. I get what this really means. That somebody so pure is trusting a tainted bastard like me with something as priceless as this. She don’t treat me like I’m bad, like I’m dirty and only good for my dick. Not like the rest of ‘em do. She treats me like a man. Like a good man.

  She pulls her mouth from mine and screams as my piercings rub that sweet spot deep inside her. I hold my position now I’m seated balls deep. Jesus. Couldn’t move right now even if I wanted to. Her pussy’s clamping down so hard ‘round me I can barely even breathe.

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p; I slide my hand between her legs and rub her clit with my thumb. She squirms beneath me. Her hands tug at my hair frantically as she moans my name.

  She tenses up as I start to move, sliding out barely an inch.

  “It’s okay. Just relax. Ain’t gonna take you hard this first time, darlin’. Gonna give it to you how you need. Slow and deep.”

  I start thrusting in and out of her, drawing out real slow and plunging back in deep.

  “Mmm…yes,” she moans. “Yes, Zeb.”

  First time I’ve ever gone slow and it’s outta this world. Can feel her softness gripping my cock, every inch. Amazing. New realms of pleasure right here.

  Her arms wrap ‘round me as I bury my face in her tits. Her soft hands massage my back. Woman’s got the perfect touch.

  I roll her clit between my fingers, matching the easy pace of my thrusts. The mewls and moans she makes are enough to drive me over the edge. It ain’t rough and hard like I’m used to. It’s something else. Feels way better. Sensual. For once it’s got me feeling everything, every sensation taking hold of me and shooting to my dick.

  “Ah! I’m gonna come!” she screams.

  “Yeah, you are, darlin’. Gonna come real hard.”

  I roll my hips, grinding into her deep and rubbing her sweet spot with my piercings, over and over.

  “Zeb! Ah! I can’t. It’s too much!”

  “Nah, it ain’t. Let it happen. Let go.”

  Her nails dig into my back, scraping down the length of it as she shrieks and bucks beneath me, her orgasm ripping through her.

  Her pussy squeezes my cock in a death grip. It’s so intense that I can’t hold back. I come with her, shooting my load deep inside her.

  “Fucking hell,” I grit out. “Yes, darlin’. Keep coming. Fuck, yeah.”

  She lets go of me and claws at the covers, thrashing beneath me as she gets lost in pleasure.

  When she finally comes down, she moans quietly to herself and squirms on the bed as aftershocks assault her.

  I pull out and roll off her onto my side.

  I reach out and gather her to me, pulling her down on top of me and wrapping my arms ‘round her tightly.

  She looks up from my chest and grins at me. “Oh my God,” she breathes. “That was—”

  “Fucking incredible?”

  She laughs. “Yes. Incredible.”

  Damn straight it were. Cuz of her. She brings out something in me that I didn’t even know I had.

  I know now.

  I know for sure.

  Nothing’s ever gonna be the same.

  Nobody’s gonna be good enough for me, not after that.

  Thirty-eight years old and this were hands-down the best sex of my life.

  I’m ruined.

  This woman’s completely ruined me.

  Chapter 15

  ~Sarah~

  I open my eyes and scream in surprise when I see another pair of eyes staring back at me.

  “Wow. Morning to you, darlin’.”

  It takes me a second to get my bearings. It’s Zeb. I’m lying in bed with Zeb’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close.

  I laugh. “Sorry. I’m not used to waking up with someone next to me.”

  “Me neither.”

  “Were you watching me sleep?”

  “Maybe,” he says, shrugging casually.

  “That’s kind of creepy,” I tease.

  He grins. “Yeah? Maybe I’ll go back to the couch then,” he says, breaking his hold around me and sitting up.

  “No!” I cry out. Before I can stop myself, I’m lunging at him and driving him back down onto the bed.

  I squeal in surprise when I feel my naked pussy brush his equally naked dick. I’m only wearing my tank top and he’s completely naked.

  He laughs at my reaction, highly amused by it. “Too cute.”

  “Shut up,” I say, lightly slapping his chest. “I forgot about the…uh…naked thing.”

  He sits up with me on him and grips my waist, pulling me onto his lap. He rolls his hips. “Oh yeah. Right there,” he groans, smirking at me.

  “You’re such a joker.”

  His eyes darken. “And you’re wet, darlin’. Good to know I can get you all worked up just from the sight of me first thing in the morning.”

  “It’s like morning wood. That’s all.” Of course, I’m lying my ass off, but Zeb’s ego is already so huge, it might explode if it gets more inflated. I glance down between us and see that he’s hard already. “See? Just like that.”

  “Sarah, I’m thirty-eight. Morning wood ain’t as easy to come by no more. Nah, this is all cuz of you. Your sexy little body in my arms, thinking ‘bout what we did last night and ‘bout what I wanna do to you.”

  After last night and seeing the sexy look in his eyes right now, I feel unusually brazen. And, before I can stop myself, I rise up and sink down onto his dick.

  “Ah…fuck,” he grunts, his hands sliding down to my hips to steady me.

  As I grip his shoulders for leverage, it’s then that I realize, I’m not sure what exactly to do now. I’ve never been in any position of control before. Never on top, or like this.

  It’s like he can read my mind, because he tells me, “Do what feels good to you, darlin’.”

  “That’s it?”

  “Yeah. Simple as that.”

  I grind down on him, somehow driving him even deeper.

  “Jesus,” he groans.

  “You like it?”

  “Fuck, yeah. Your tight little pussy drives me outta my fucking mind.”

  I start experimenting then, his words spurring me on. I lift off him, all the way to his pierced head and then I slam back down. That has him groaning even louder and throwing his head back. So, he likes that then. I do it again and again. Slowly.

  His hands come up and cup my boobs. He rubs his thumbs over my nipples. His amazing touch makes me crazy and I lose myself to the sensations he’s triggering in me. I dig my nails into his shoulders as I start to ride him faster and harder. I can feel those studs in his dick rubbing me inside and hitting my G-spot, something I’d thought was just a myth until last night. I’m already so close.

  Somehow, he knows that, because he says, “That’s right, darlin’. Let it go.”

  He lifts me then and takes control, driving me up and down his dick.

  I scream out at the unbelievable intensity.

  “Too rough?” he pants.

  “No. Please, Zeb! More!”

  He lays back and wraps his arms around my back as he continues his merciless thrusts, driving so deep each time that it has me shuddering in his arms.

  My orgasm hits me so quickly, catching me off guard. I scream out, his name on my lips.

  He curses and then I feel him come inside me.

  “Damn,” he says, chuckling as he lifts me up and slides out of me. He puts me back down so I’m lying on top of him. Wow, he’s strong. It’s like I don’t weigh anything at all with the way he didn’t even strain there from basically bench pressing me. “Love watching you come, Sarah. The way you let go is so damn hot to see.”

  That has me blushing and burying my face in his chest.

  He laughs and strokes my hair.

  We lay in silence for a while and it’s not awkward, or anything. It’s actually incredibly comfortable.

  After a bit, he breaks through it and asks, “You sore?”

  Well, that’s a really personal question. I keep my head down on his chest. I can’t look at him. I shake my head and murmur “no” into his chest.

  “So shy, Sarah. And I know you’re lying. No way you ain’t hurting. Been years since you had sex. You were basically a virgin last night.”

  “Zeb,” I complain, not wanting to discuss it.

  “Relax. Asking cuz I were thinking we could take a bath with those salts you gave me. I brought ‘em with me.”

  That has me looking up at him. Taking a bath together is a really intimate thing. He must know that. Is he trying to prove so
mething to me here, to let me know that he wasn’t lying last night when he said he likes me too, for more than sex?

  I don’t want to read into it incorrectly, because that’ll just lead to a world of embarrassment. So, I tell him, “That’s a very couple-like thing to do, Zeb.”

  He shrugs. “And?”

  “Well…” I say, grinning. “I bet you haven’t used them at all yet, even though I told you they’d help with the ache of your wound, so what kind of person would I be if I didn’t do what’s best for you?”

  He laughs and ruffles my hair. “You’re too cute, woman. That’s what you are.” He eases me off him. As he climbs off the bed, he gives my ass a light slap, making me shriek in surprise.

  I gather the covers around me to shield my naked lower half and struggle out of the bed, careful not to trip over them.

  He shakes his head at me.

  “What?”

  “Soon you ain’t gonna even think ‘bout it, Sarah. I’m gonna have you walking ‘round wearing nothing all the time.”

  “I….”

  He walks up to me and leans down and gives me the sweetest kiss on the top of my head. “Gonna take time. I get that. But you’re always gonna be safe with me, darlin’. Ain’t never gonna hurt you.”

  “I know, Zeb,” I respond in a small voice, as emotion rises within me at his lovely words. And not just his words either, the way he was with me last night. He was so understanding. So gentle. I’ve never felt that with a man before, like I was taken care of in every way, like I didn’t have anything at all to worry about.

  “Thank you.”

  He frowns. “For what?”

  “For being so…perfect with me last night.”

  He takes my hands in his and tells me, “Ain’t something you gotta be thanking me for, Sarah. Just glad you trusted me, yeah?”

  I smile up at him. “So…uh…you said something about a bath?”

  He grins and pulls me after him, out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom.

  Chapter 16

  ~Runner~

  I grunt as Sarah comes up behind me and slides her hand down to my cock. I bat it away and she grumbles, not liking me shutting her down.

  It’s been a few days since that infamous night and she’s been sex-crazed ever since. Goddamn. Guess it lit a fire in her after years of not letting nobody touch her. Fucking flames are raging outta control right now, though. I ain’t never been a man to turn down a fuck before, but here I am doing just that with her.