Craving Me, Desiring You

by C. M. Stunich

I wander the halls and count off names, listing who'll be staying in what room. Austin finally laid out a finished plan, making sure everyone was happy with the arrangements. True to his word, he really is getting his shit together. I smile at Triple M'ers as I pass, opening doors and peering in at moldy wallpaper, broken windows, and even worse – an old sleeping bag and the smell of urine. I have to say, I think this house might actually be farther along in its decay than the other one.

  “Goodness.” I clamp my hand over my nose and slam the door to the bedroom on my left. This place has three floors, God only knows how many square feet, and fifteen bedrooms. I wonder how much it cost? I keep walking, enjoying my brief moment of solitude but hoping I'll run into Christy at some point. I want to see if she'll help me with the tiling in one of the bathrooms at the other house.

  Four doors down, I make a very interesting discovery: Kimmi and Christy locking lips, bodies pressed together against the far wall of an empty bedroom.

  “Oh my.” I jump and knock my injured arm against the door, drawing a small gasp from my lips and jerking both of their attentions over to me. Kimmi grins wickedly, tucking some orange hair behind her ear and keeping her other hand firmly wrapped around Christy's waist. My friend on the other hand screams bloody murder, like a pack of rabid wolves are eating at her heels.

  “Amy,” she shrieks, eyes so wide they look as if they're about to pop out of her head. “What are you doing back here?” I raise an eyebrow, clutching my left arm and touching gentle fingers to the bandage over my gunshot wound.

  “I believe I could ask you the same thing?” I bite my lip hard and try not to laugh. If I do, Christy will never forgive me and she could very well stay a virgin the rest of her life, just out of simple spite. I wonder if this is the secret she'd been wanting to tell me? “Shall I give you two some more alone time?”

  Christy yells no at about the same time Kimmi growls yes, and I just decide to hell with the whole thing and back out of there before sparks fly. I end up sitting at the top of the stairs with my book open in my lap and a smile on my face.

  You never really know someone until you have them inside of you. This is the last fucking thought that occurs to me before Paul “The Raging Tempest” Wolfe thrusts his cock inside of my desperately aching pussy.

  I put my finger on the passage and look up at the ceiling, trying to imagine what Austin's name would be if he were some sort of professional fighter or wrestler or whatnot. I decide Austin “The Panty Melting” Sparks would be a good choice and bury my nose back in my book.

  Paul uses his massive muscles to keep me pressed into the wall, my legs bent at the knees, feet dangling in midair. I don't have to worry about holding myself up. He takes care of that for me, pinning me there with wild thrusts and rock hard biceps. I clench my fingers around the sweaty bulges of masculine pride lining his arms and –

  “Ahem.” I turn my face up and find Christy standing above me, her entire face and neck, all the way down to her shoulders, is beet red. “You are a brat, and that is all I have to say.” Christy marches past me, down the stairs and out the front door. I hear a laugh from the upstairs hallway and glance over to find Kimmi strutting down the worn carpet towards me. She pauses and then decides to sit next to me, slapping a massive purse down between us. It looks like it's filled with tools – hammers, wrenches, screwdrivers. I can't keep the grin off my face.

  “You not only seduce my virginal best friend, but you also can't be bothered to use a toolbox?” Kimmi raises her orange brows at me and then shakes her head with a laugh. She points down at her ridiculously sparkly shoes.

  “Fashion over function, my dear Amy Cross.” She reaches down and starts digging through the purse's contents. “Besides, it works, doesn't it?” Kimmi continues rifling around while I watch, waiting for her to mention the make out session with Christy. She doesn't. Instead, she pulls a revolver out of her bag and wipes it down with the flowing fabric of her loose tank top. “Here.” I look at the silver weapon gleaming in her hand and don't know what to make of it.

  “What's this?” I ask, almost afraid to reach out and grab the gun. Almost. My curiosity gets the better of me and, almost of their own accord, my hands snatch the revolver and lay it in my lap. “Is it loaded?” Kimmi chuckles and slides the purse between her feet.

  “I might be dumb, but I'm not that dumb.” She digs around in her bag again and passes me a small box. When I open the top, I find bullets in it. Oh dear. Chills crawl up and down my spine and at first, I can't decide if they're the good kind or not. I have no clue how to use this gun, how to load it, shoot it, clean it. But I imagine if I did, the skill could come in handy. Not that I'm desperate to shoot anyone, but a lady in this life can never be too careful. “Ask Sparks to give you a lesson.” Kimmi leers at me, and I blush, though only just a bit. “It's time you and Christy learned some life skills.” A package of powdered donuts appears from the purse, partially squashed but still edible. Kimmi offers me one and I shake my head. “I don't know what's going to happen, but something will. It's just an unfortunate inevitability.” Kimmi stuffs a donut in her mouth, covering her freshly rouged lips with powder. She must've put it on after their make out session was over.

  “Did you give Christy a gun already?” I ask and Kimmi shakes her head, leaning back and putting her arms behind her for balance while she chews the donut thoughtfully.

  “You scared the crap out of her, so I missed out on my chance.” A grin spreads across Kimmi's face as she leans her head towards me and whispers, “But I don't think it'd be that hard to get another.” She snatches her purse by the handle, stands up, and disappears down the stairs, leaving me alone with Paul, the sexual tempest/street fighter. As deliciously juicy as he is, I much prefer my real life book boyfriend.

  I close the cover and touch my fingers to the perfectly crisp and painfully detailed abdomen on the front, smiling as I stand and tuck it under one arm. With my other hand, I hold the revolver, loosely and pointed at the floor. I sincerely hope I don't spook any of my fellow Triple M'ers into shooting me on accident.

  I head back to Austin's and my room and find it empty. I look around for a place to stash my new weapon and decide to put in the nightstand on my side of the bed. When I think of possible scenarios where I might require a weapon of some sort, this seems like a good option. My book goes back on the shelf, the beginning of a new collection that I hope spills over into the room and overwhelms me with dusty literature. Someday soon I'll get an eReader, but for now, the crispness of fresh pages and the smell of ink is enough for me.

  I leave the room again to search for Austin and end up running into him in the hallway. Seeing him span the narrow space ahead of me causes my breath to catch in my throat and my heart to pick up speed, thudding sharply against my ribcage. Every time I see him, it's like we're meeting for the first time again. Hormones rush to fill my blood with lust, wetting my panties and turning my lips into a round 'O'.

  Austin chuckles at me and lifts his fingers, brushing them over my lips as I sigh with pleasure.

  “Where ya been, doll baby?” he asks me, and I swear on the Wicked Witch of the West that I nearly melt. Unconsciously, I find myself rising to my tippy toes, face tilting back, fingers splaying open against Austin's wide chest. He slides one arm around my waist and puts the other on the back of my neck, guiding our mouths together for a sensual kiss, one that's a lot hotter and wetter than I'd like to have standing in the middle of the hallway like this.

  “I found Christy and Kimmi making out,” I whisper and his belly laugh rumbles through me, straight down to my toes. I kiss him again, sliding my tongue across his, tasting the man, the mystery that is Austin Sparks. I can't believe I have his baby inside of me, I think and feel a tightening in my belly. It's quite embarrassing if you think about it. Austin came inside of me and now I'm pregnant. Yes, yes, it's biology, but it doesn't feel so scientific when you're the one it's happening to.

  “Damn. You sure it's summer? 'Cause it
feels like fuckin' spring.” I laugh, letting Austin hold me tight against him, enjoying the strong feel of his arms. When we're standing like this, it feels like nothing in the world could hurt me. Not a gunshot, not a tornado, not a crazy biker with a crow on the back of his jacket. I grin and close my eyes, savoring the feel of Austin's hot breath on my neck as he bends down and presses another kiss to the hollow of my throat. “God,” he growls, and I shiver. “If you weren't already pregnant, I might have the mind to get you pregnant again.” Austin backs me up against the wall.

  “What are you doing?” I whisper, trying to peer around his shoulders and make sure nobody's going to come up the stairs and find us in a compromising position.

  “We're spending quality time together,” he groans, grinding a very hard, very insistent erection against me. I clutch at his shoulders and think about the shops I saw near the ice cream parlor. There's one in particular I'd like to take Austin to. I tap his shoulders, trying to keep him from pushing my skirt any further up my hips. “Another skirt. Hot damn, sugar, you gonna spoil me with easy access.

  “Austin, I want to take you somewhere,” I say as I hear his zipper sliding over the tracks. A moment later, my panties are pushed aside, and I'm biting my lip to keep from crying out as his cock fills me up, slamming my ass into the wall. Just like Paul “The Raging Tempest” Wolfe. Ah, how life mimics literature. “On a date, Austin,” I whimper as he grunts, thrusting into me again and turning my bones to jelly.

  “In a minute, baby. We'll go wherever you want to go.” I lean my head against him, wrapping my left leg around his body, feeling his pants sag below his ass, leaving his cheeks bare. I rub the skin of my calf against them, praying to God above that we don't get caught by Christy or goodness, even worse, Beck. I'll never hear the end of it.

  “Better be longer than a minute,” I whisper, feeling my ass scrape against the freshly painted wall. “Or we won't be going anywhere.” Austin laughs, but he doesn't stop grinding into me, burying his body inside of mine. His moans of pleasure bring some of my own and soon we're just a sweaty, writhing mess. Fortunately for me, Austin keeps it going longer than a minute, long enough for me to come hard, groaning ridiculously loud and opening my eyes to find Gaine staring at the two of us in horror as he steps out of his bedroom.

  Oh well. At least it wasn't Beck.

  Chapter 29

  Amy

  With my skirt firmly back in my place and my thighs aching with the recent memory of Austin's pulsing cock, I've got his hand wrapped in mine and we're walking down the street together, just me and him. This doesn't happen often enough, believe it or not. Being the President of a motorcycle club is not an easy job, and the hell we've been through lately, plus the construction on the houses, has taken up a lot of Austin's free time. We seem to find plenty of spare moments to have sex – such as the one that just occurred – but otherwise, moments like these have been few and far between.

  I enjoy the firm feeling of his fingers wrapped around mine, tangled together in a delicious mixture of hard and soft. I pull our fists up to my lips for a kiss, and he smiles at me.

  “I haven't been on many dates in my life, sweetness. I can't lie about that.” Austin looks down at me, his sandy blonde hair moving gently around his face in the afternoon breeze. The tiny scar on his mouth makes his smile just the slightest bit crooked, and I must admit, it might just be the most adorable thing I've seen in my entire life. “Where are we going anyway?” he asks, glancing around us with a casual air belied only by the intensity in his brown eyes. He's on the lookout, ready to protect us from whatever threats should arise. Fortunately, on this day, there haven't been any. Everyone keeps thinking something terrible is coming, but since it isn't here yet, I'm going to enjoy the day with my … I pause. What is Austin exactly? My boyfriend? Seems too immature of a term. Lover? Too casual. He's going to be the father of my child, my first and only love. I have no clue what to call him. I leave that problem alone for now, but tuck it away to bring up later.

  “If I tell you now, you may decide to turn tail and run.” I enjoy the look of confusion on his face and keep walking, pulling him past the ice cream parlor and over to a shop I didn't have the guts to go in the other day, especially not with Christy. Her entire body would've been covered in a blush, and her eyes might've popped straight from her head.

  “The hell is this?” Austin asks as we pause in front of a black storefront with tinted windows, boas wrapped around the throats of half-naked mannequins. I clear my throat and move aside for a couple covered head to toe in tattoos. The girl winks at me as they pass and gives Austin an approving glance. I look over at my biker boy, standing tall and gorgeous next to me, tattoos gleaming on his muscular arms, one blonde brow raised in question.

  “This, my dear Austin,” I say, pressing another kiss to his knuckles. “Is a sex shop.” I drag him in the door before he can think about an escape route and pause, overwhelmed by the purple walls and the racks of lingerie. On one side there's a counter with a petite blonde lady behind it, organizing a shelf full of colored wigs. Behind her, an entrance to the Back Room. Naughtiness Abounds. 18+ Only. I try hard to keep the grin off my face, but it doesn't work. One moment, I'm drowning in naughty possibility and the sense that what I'm doing must somehow be inherently wrong, and then I'm smiling maniacally, like Beck during a fistfight.

  “Holy fucking stars,” Austin breathes as I break from his hand and explode into the store like a man in the desert, long denied water. Oh yes, I think as my fingers brush across lingerie. I hardly even look at it. Lacy panties are nice – most especially when one has long since been reduced to very tasteful, very dull, laceless, nude undergarments – but what I really want to see is in the back. “Sugar?” Austin asks as I wonder how this store has survived so close to the Bible Belt, and decide I don't give a shit, thank you very much.

  “Back here!” I call as I push past a blow up doll, flushing when my hand brushes against her plastic breast. When I emerge into the other room, my jaw drops and my heart skips a beat. There are glass shelves on most of the walls, lined with cocks. Cocks, cocks, cocks. Everywhere. Glass cocks, silicone cocks, cocks that look so real, they could easily be mistaken for the real thing. In the center of the room are bins filled with condoms, bottles of lube, lotions. All of this is interspersed with random other bits of naughty – strap ons (Christy and Kimmi come to mind), whips, pornography, candles, butt plugs. I snort and snap a hand over my mouth.

  “Oh my.” The words press into my palm as I stand there with chills crawling across my skin. My eyes are so wide, they start to water in the cool blast of the air conditioning. My Mama would slap my face if she knew that I was in here, and Papa? Oh goodness. He'd most likely get the belt.

  “Amy,” Austin growls, coming in behind me and curling his fingers around my shoulder. “You naughty, little bitch.” I shiver and turn to face him, trying not to curl myself into his arms and beg for a repeat of earlier. Yes, the shop has enhanced my libido. This is true.

  “Don't,” I whisper fiercely at him. “You're going to make me crazy if you keep doing things like that.” Austin stares down at me with his brown eyed gaze, his mouth quirked in a wicked half-smile. “Be a gentleman while you're in here.” I cough and put my fist against my lips. “Let the beast out later.”

  “What if I want to let the beast out now?” I swallow hard and force myself away from him, putting some much needed space between us. I turn away and pretend to be interested in a bin of condoms when all I really care about are the … cocks. I just want to touch one. One of the fake ones, that is.

  “You need to learn some self-control,” I say, pretending I actually believe what I'm saying. “When the baby comes, you'll have to know there's a place and time for this sort of behavior.” Austin comes up behind me and cups my ass, hard, scooting past me and pausing next to a glass shelf full of vibrators. I need one of those, I think as I watch Austin pick one up and turn it on. The pink tip whirls in a wild circle while
Austin's blonde brows rise up and a laugh bursts from his throat.

  “Is there anything I can help you with?” a woman asks, coming up behind me and making me jump. I turn to face her with my hand splayed against my chest and try not to blush.

  “I … um. I'm not sure.” The woman smiles at me, pushing some brunette hair away from her face. I don't miss the way her eyes swivel over to Austin and take in his tattoos and his leather vest with interest. I resist the urge to turn her face forcefully back to mine. I suppose I'll have to get used to women looking at Austin Sparks. He is quite lovely, I'll be the first to admit.

  “Are you looking for a vibrator? A dildo? I've got some new porno titles in that seem to be a big hit with couples.” I feel another blush creeping up my neck, and I can't decide how to answer that question. How blatantly she discusses the tools of the trade. If I could only be so bold …

  “I think we're just browsing for now, thank you,” I say as I back towards Austin and turn around to find him with a whip in hand. He waves it at me and then reaches around and smacks me on the ass with it. I slap his hand away. “You're taking this better than I thought,” I tell him, wondering if he's ever come into a place like this with someone else. Mireya, maybe? “Do this often?” Austin hangs the whip back up and switches his focus to a shelf full of glass dildos, gleaming in the soft lighting of the shop.

  “Not once,” he says, and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. “But shit, sugar, this is turning out to be quite the interesting little date here. I always knew you were a kinky bitch, but this here's on a whole new level.”

  “You … like it?” I ask, almost afraid of what he's going to say. I want him to like it because, well, I like it. Austin turns to face me, stepping forward and putting his hands on my hips.

  “Amy, don't worry about what I like or don't like. I want you to be yourself.” Austin pauses. “Even if who you are is a slutty little Southern belle.” I pretend to slap his face, resting my palm gently against his cheek. “What is it that you wanted to get here that I can't give you at home?” he asks with a wink. I open my mouth, letting my eyes slide over to the vibrators.