Bolt

by Savannah May

  “Yeah, I noticed,” he mutters. I can hear the big grin in his hushed growl.

  That throbbing in my clit gets harder, made more intense my the proximity of his hard arm and heavy palm on my butt cheek. I should be grateful he’s holding down the fabric of my slip so I'm not exposed to anyone up at this hour but being bent over his shoulder like this has set sparks of lust flying through my pussy.

  He strides down the path and only then sets me down beside his bike. He climbs on, one hand restraining me just in case I run back to the house.

  “I can’t get on there,” I squeak. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

  “Yeah, I noticed that too,” He grins.

  My hands come to my hips and I cock to one side, giving him my best ‘seriously?’ stare down.

  “I’m not getting – wayaaa.”

  He picks me up and pulls me onto the front of the bike, sitting between his thighs like you see children in countries without laws. I guess Bolt is lawless too, taking what he wants when he wants. He kicks back one foot and the bike takes off. Holy fuck, the rush of air on my spread pussy makes me come close to convulsion. Thank the lord it’s the dead of night and no one can see me.

  He stops the bike just outside the Inn where Steele stayed and unstraddles. The way he lifts his long hefty thigh over the saddle starts the throbbing again and sparks of red light aim straight at my hard clit.

  “Look at me,” he orders.

  His body presses close, pressing into my thigh so I can’t dismount. All I can do is lift my eyes to his where I see lust and need and pain too. Why is he hurting right now?

  “I want you to give us a chance,” he rasps.

  I open my mouth to speak but when he lifts his hand for silence, close it again. His hand drops to rest on my thigh.

  “I know I don’t have much to offer you. Right now. But that can change.”

  I open my mouth but his eyes silence me, the squeeze on my thigh that pulls my lips open slightly and making me tremble.

  “I can stop running and move to LA. I’ll stay there close to you while we work shit out.”

  I can’t believe that he’s answering my prayers without me saying a word.

  “I won’t take off but you got to understand that if I do at some point, I will always, always come back to you even if you tell me not to.”

  I know better than to ask if I can come with him. Why wouldn't he take me along? That question could get me burned so all I can do is swear to myself that I’ll be the girl he wants to take with him when he takes off.

  “Well? Answer me, Bella because this is killing me.”

  I nod.

  “Yes?”

  I nod again, too choked to speak. Tears are ready to come spilling over the edge and that combined with the intense demands from my clit are too much.

  “Whiii-oo,” I squeal as he picks me up off the bike and tosses me up over his shoulder like I’m a sack of fairy-lite cement.

  Oh my god no.

  He stalks into the inn, the swankiest place this town possesses, white clapboard and stuffed chintz. there’s no one at reception at this hour, only a security guy dozing.

  But Bolt heads straight up the stairs down the wide hall, then unlocks a door and carries me through. He throws me down on a soft bed and pink rose petal bounce up like leaping polka dots on the comforter.

  “You did this?”

  “I rented the room this morning when I came for Steele,” he grits out, tearing off his tee shirt to reveal his spectacular ridged stomach and swell of solid chest.

  Just looking at him is enough to make a girl faint.

  “For me?”

  “For us. So we could talk alone.”

  His hand slides to his belt and his eyes hood as he stands at the foot of the bed staring at my body.

  “But right now I've done all the talking I can manage,” he grits, dropping his pants and freeing his prick standing up and barely swaying it’s so hard.

  I clamber around onto my knees, to lean in for a taste of him. But I only manage a swipe at the salty glistening tip before he pulls me off him. He yanks my slip up over my head.

  I lift my arms to assist him and he hurls it across the room. When I wrap them around his neck, suddenly the frenzy begins. I leap, almost freaking catwoman, climbing onto his solid torso and wrapping my legs around iron pillar waist. He angles his beautiful cock, a shaft I’d love to lick and suck on for days instead of my usual rush to get that part over with, and cups the head into my entrance.

  “Ohhh,” I moan against the side of his neck, my lips biting down on his leathery skin with the aroma of the desert and a hint of car oil.

  “Feels good, huh?” he grits out, as much statement as question.

  Before I groan an agreement we gasp out together as with a hard thrust he glides all the way into me, parting my tunnel walls, forcing through the slight resistance, the top side riding over my hard clit that feels like its bulging to from my dripping wet folds.

  Again, like last night, my body and mind are overwhelmed by the intensity of the exquisite sensation of him penetrating inside me and filling me. I lean my head back to exhale the pressure and he tips his head down into the gap to suck my nipple into his lips.

  “Oh god,” I come back up, clawing my fingertips into his bolt hard shoulder muscles.

  I roll my hips slowly to circle down onto his cock, needing him deeper into me even if his head is grinding my cervix I want him all the way inside me, I want to possess him and consume him.

  “Jeezus, Bella, you feel incredible.”

  With me impaled on his shaft, Bolt strides across the room then throws me down on the velvet soft couch without losing even a hair’s breadth of penetration. His cock stays rigidly buried and then he pumps me hard, fast. Like he wants to hear me scream.

  Just when I’m about to lose my mind, he pulls out and flips me over on my knees.

  “I need to fuck you harder.”

  He parts my cheeks and his wet head glides down my crack. Stopping at my rear tight entrance, making me shiver with trepidation before continuing a little further and sliding into me so we both gasp again at the connection.

  “Yes, fuck me hard,” I urge, now I have purchase to ram back against every thrust as he saws his length into me.

  The instant he reaches around to stroke my clit, I explode into a rush of such intense pleasure I’m sure my skin is bursting. Bolt does burst shortly after, moaning as my inside muscles tug and squeeze his perfect cock. Right now, I couldn't say no to anything he might ask of me.

  Epilogue

  Bella

  Eight months later

  “Don’t cry Darling,” Dottie brushes a tear off my cheek. “Amelia had a very exciting life, she was completely content when she died.”

  She sees Bolt behind me and reaches up for him. He clasps her around the waist lightly so as not to break her. But firm enough that her toes leave the ground and he picks her up to kiss his cheek.

  Those two seem to have some special bond. All the aunties adore Bolt. Which makes up for my parents being less than thrilled with my choice of beloved. I can’t exactly explain things to them so we just wait and hope time will ease all prejudice.

  I’m so glad to have my fiancé at my side for the next family event we have to attend.

  “As usual, you only come here for weddings or funerals,” my mother snips at me. “And your sister doesn’t come at all.”

  Bolt’s hand lifts from the small of my back to snake around my hip. He pulls me a little closer into his side, slightly behind, subtly letting me know he’s shielding me.

  “I know you’re hurting that you don’t get to see your daughters that often,” I tell Mom calmly but firmly. “Those kinds of comments don’t help me want to come any more regularly.”

  She looks shocked that I stood up to her like that. Then that’s immediately replaced by hostility that she directs at Bolt. Like it’s his fault that I’m so resilient with her. Perhaps it is down to him,
in a good way. It’s amazing how much more inner strength you feel when you don’t expect to be abandoned for being who you are.

  “And Scherri’s as big as a house,” I add.

  My sister is carrying twins and can hardly move off the couch.

  “Well, I wouldn't be party to that information,” Mom replies with a sniff.

  “You could Skype her any time, like I do. She’d be glad to hear from you. She’s getting nervous now she’s about to drop her first babies and I’m not much help without the experience.”

  Bolt’s fingers grip slightly into my hip. He’s been talking about children a lot recently. Dropping into casual conversation, while we make dinner in our little kitchen, how he’d like to have his own family. Now that we bought a house.

  I know, I know, we tried to take it slow but it didn’t work.

  “We have to go very slowly and carefully with this,” I told him when I woke up the next morning in what we always refer to as the Honeymoon Inn.

  He’d already ordered breakfast brought up on a tray. A beautiful big old fashioned one covered in white lace edged linen. Silver cutlery, flower patterned old china and big droopy roses. Plus a topless man wearing only some low riding sweats, his hair bed-tousled and his beard rough enough to scrape the toast. If the kitchen had burnt it which they didn't. Everything that first morning was perfect.

  Scary perfect.

  “I’m falling in love too fast,” I told him plainly.

  “Welcome to the club,” he said, yanking the white cotton sheet off my body and kissing his way up my body from my toes. Stopping after nipping the side of each knee, he looked up at me with a grin and announced; “I’ve been in love with you for six months.”

  “Right,” I said, disbelieving, “You’ve only known me two day-eeeze.” I let out a squeak as he sucked the flesh at the top of my inner thigh into his mouth.

  Pushing my legs further apart, he lifted his eyes up to mine. I looked down at him in shock, right there – his face was right there, an inch from my spread pussy. Just hanging out. The air from the room and the hot air from his mouth started making me tremble all over again.

  Wasn’t it enough that I hadn't stopped quivering all night long? From the second he threw me over his shoulder and carried me half naked through town and then the Inn’s reception to end up in his room.

  Bolt grins, like he’s got a big secret.

  He’d driven me crazy, his mouth an inch from my clit. I was getting wetter and wetter as he casually lay there there on his ripped abs, languidly looking up from under thick dark lashes. Oh god, there isn't a more gorgeous man in the entire world.

  He kissed along the hard ridge of my throbbing clit then as he continued up my tummy, in between each inching peck, he explained how he stalked me.

  I squirmed and laughed and moaned. Not sure whether to believe him. Delight and lust mixing up inside me.

  “And I’ve come back for you twice, across the width of this massive country,” he said between nips.

  “It sounds very romantic when you put it like that,” I whimpered. What he was doing to my body made it hard to focus on much.

  He reached my lips and planted a kiss on them so I got a taste of myself. Then he lifted up off the bed to grab the tray and bring it back to me. I sat up and laughed as he dipped a strawberry in the whip cream he ordered and fed it to me.

  Teasing.

  Tantalizing.

  Trailing cream along my lip and then all over parts of my body.

  “I guess cream is always going to be our theme now,” I said, without stopping to think, grabbing at the coffee he poured from the press.

  He stops and looks at me, smiling like a little kid.

  “Always?” he repeated. “That sounds like a yes.”

  “It is a yes, so long as we take it slow and no freaking out.” I left out the part about not being sure that I can handle him.

  He’s still a lot of man to manage. But I’m going to keep giving it everything I’ve got.

  When we left the Inn we left together and kept going together. Bolt refused to let me out of his sight ever again and like he said, he had nowhere pressing to be other than with me. We decided he’d come to LA while we figured it out. Where we wanted to live. Check out whether he could manage the big city.

  He found a room in a shared house, with a bunch of guys in a boy band trying to make it. They had a lot of parties and that was the excuse for him sleeping at my apartment every single night.

  Right. He could have been living cloistered with monks and he’d still have stayed with me. Much as we tried to take it slow, when the end of the date came, neither of us was able to initiate the part.

  Bolt

  Turns out I’m a simple dude.

  All I need to be happy is to work with my hands and not have to deal with people pushing me around. And best of all, to come home to my girl every night. I found building work and especially carpentry, suits me fine. Out here in LA there are plenty of folks looking to have all kinds of shit built in their swanky houses. I'm already building myself a fancy business.

  “It’s all the bored housewives of Beverly Hills, hiring you for endless cabinetry they don't really need,” Bella tells me. “They just want to stare at those biceps all day long. Flexing and bulging as they saw back and forth.”

  “I’ll show you some hard sawing back and forth,” I growl, picking her up and finding the closest shelf at the perfect height to set her down on.

  She cracks me up sometimes. I don't know how I lucked out in getting her to say yes but I spend every night proving to her that she wont ever be sorry.

  “You’re insatiable,” she squeals and runs away making me chase her around the empty house I just bought her.

  “You make me that way so come here and take your punishment for tempting me every second I’m with you.”

  I hurtle after her, catching up to her fast and tearing the scanty clothes she always seems to be wearing when I arrive home. Our home. I drove past the place, out in Hermosa Beach, on my way back from a job on an Italianate mansion owned by some record producer.

  “Up and coming neighborhood,” he told me.

  The Realtor was knocking her sign into the grass as I rode by on my way back to Bella’s little apartment downtown. I asked if I could take a look.

  “Make an appointment,” she snapped.

  “Okay, let me just jot down your number,” I slapped down my torso for a pen and as she looked up at me her mouth fell open.

  “Why don’t we just go back inside right now?” she purred.

  The place was perfect. And the Realtor that should have been working for the seller, instead told me about a couple of problems with the roof. That insider info allowed me to offer a price I could afford. I wanted Bella out of that ridiculous job she has to disguise and have her spend her days in a place she loves.

  I put Bella on the back of the bike soon as I got home and drove her back down the coast to check it out. We stopped on a bluff to watch the sunset, then I blindfolded her and put her back behind me, clinging to my solid abs all the rest of the ride.

  My heart was pounding like a girl the entire way. I needed her to say yes so bad. If she refused me, it would end me.

  I lifted her off the leather seat and into a bridal hold.

  “Can you take this off now?” she whispered.

  The nervousness in her voice as intense as that beating at my blood vessels.

  “Wait until I tell you, baby.”

  Her fingers dug into my pec as I carried her up the path. I set her down and unknotted the scarf. She looked around the porch in confusion, then back at me, standing there gurning like a doofus.

  Her eyes found the For Sale sign and she immediately got it.

  “Can we afford the mortgage?” she whispered, her eyes all sparkling with tears about to tumble down.

  “Don’t you worry about that. All you need to do is tell me if you want to live here with me.”

  “Of course I do.�
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  She leapt into my arms, her legs flying around my pelvis. We had to force ourselves to stop so we didn’t get a bad rap with the neighbors before we even moved in.

  But now we have all the counter space and bedrooms we need. We have a gas range out back where we host BBQs for all the guys and their wives.

  And we have our own mutt that we rescued from the pound. We had to get him, he reminded us both of Peb. Bella named him Rocky.

  “Are you watching me sawing back and forth,” I ask, as I cut some wood for the new kitchen I’m building her.

  We’re designing our place together step by step with each check I receive. I do the work myself while Bella stands behind me, or sits on a counter top in a scanty outfit waiting for me to lose my mind.

  “You’re so good at sawing,” she tells me, a naughty lilt in her voice. “I’ve never had a workman as big as you in the house.”

  I end up getting up of my knees with a growl and coming to where she’s waiting for me. I push her legs apart and she takes me in, her arms wrapping around my neck.

  It feels like homecoming every time.

  I hope you enjoyed reading Bolt’s story. If you haven’t read Steele and Scherri’s story I know you’d love that one too. Scroll on down to read a sneak of the opening chapters. And please sign up to my reader’s group Bad Boy UPdate for a ton of fab specials from me and my author pals.

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  STEELE

  Scheherazade

  Coming home can be a return to everything warm and cozy. Back to a time when you felt securely taken care of and welcome just for being you. Or it can be a misery to be endured until you can make a final escape. You can guess which option I was dealing with in coming home to visit for the first time in five years.

  And this isn't even my home, although I have walked up these stairs many times. It's his home – was his home. Steele's.

  Back then.

  Now? Nobody's exactly sure.

  Steele's been gone almost as long as I have and hasn't been heard from since he left the house. The pain of that worms deeper into my core as I climb the staircase.