Breaking Away [Smoky Mountain Motorcycles] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Grae McTavish

  He felt a surge of jealousy at the thought of her dating any man but him. Her family would certainly never approve of him either, but he’d heard her on the phone. She wasn’t interested in what they had to offer. This gave him hope, and then the last of her words sank in. “You want the Neanderthal?”

  “Oh yes!” She blushed as she said it, but then threw her shoulders back, refusing to be intimidated.

  He took a step toward her. “You want to be thrown down on the bed and fucked?”

  She nodded, standing her ground.

  “Maybe I should bend you over my bike and shove my cock so far into your hot, tight pussy that you scream and come all over me.”

  Another nod as she chewed her lip.

  Taking another step toward her, he felt like a tiger stalking his prey. “You like it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?”

  “God yes!” Her voice was husky this time, but she still didn’t back down.

  He knew he was intimidating when he was in full-on Neanderthal mode. He’d seen seasoned whores step back, but not Willa. “You want to be my dirty little girl, don’t you?”

  “Please.” A whimper now, but he knew it wasn’t from fear. Her chest heaved, and he could see the hard tips of her nipples poking through her thin top. He really did love the thin silk blouses she preferred and the long, flowing skirts. She looked so demure, and he wondered what she had on underneath.

  “You like the idea of me shoving my hand up under your skirt and ripping your panties off, don’t you?” He was almost on her now. He could feel the heat of her body, smell the sweet hint of her arousal.

  He scooped her up and placed her on the edge of the dark-walnut buffet that sat along one wall. He made quick work of her skirt and shredded her panties, but instead of his hands going to his zipper, he went to his knees.

  “What…what are you doing?” she stammered, her eyes wide, confused.

  “This is a buffet, right? Well, baby, it’s time for me to feast.”

  “Oh God, you can’t!” She protested even as he placed hot open-mouth kisses along the damp insides of her thighs. Her moist, pink pussy glistened in front of him. The pouting lips parting to reveal the swollen berry of her clit. She was neatly trimmed, leaving only short womanly curls at the very top of her weeping cunt. He was in heaven.

  “Oh, I think I can.” He blew a hot breath over her before inhaling deeply. “You smell so fucking sweet, baby. I want to devour you.”

  “I didn’t… that is…oh my…”

  “Speechless? Spit it out, sweetheart, tell me.”

  Looking up at her, he saw she was blushing bright red, staring at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. “I thought that was just something out of naughty books and movies. Do men actually do that?”

  Jake felt his gut twist. How was it possible? “No one has ever tasted your sweet pussy before?” Could her husband have been so selfish?

  Biting her lip, she shook her head and confirmed his suspicions.

  “Yes, sweetheart, real men do that. In fact, you better get used to it, because there’s nothing I love better than a woman’s luscious juices as they drip from her body, and baby, you smell better than anything I’ve ever caught scent of. I will be feasting on this hot little snatch every damn day!”

  Then he was through with talking. He slid his long tongue out, swiping through the soft pink folds. He buried his nose, breathing her in deeply. Rimming her entrance, he dipped, lightly stabbing. Unable to resist any more, his lips closed over her hot little nub. It was practically throbbing with her arousal.

  “Oh God!” she cried, her hands grabbing fistfuls of his hair, pulling him into her. He smiled against her, loving that, despite her shyness, she was demanding of her pleasure. He gave her what she wanted. He feasted, working her with his mouth until she arched off of her perch. She would have fallen if he hadn’t held her in place as her orgasm crashed over her. She cried his name, slamming herself into his face.

  And damn if he didn’t do something he hadn’t done since he was fifteen years old. He came in his own fucking jeans. No woman had ever rocked his world the way his little innkeeper did.

  * * * *

  He carried her over to one of the chairs and cradled her in his lap. “You okay, sweetheart?”

  “I don’t think okay is a strong enough word to describe how I’m feeling.” She laughed softly. She hadn’t known it was possible to come so hard, especially just from his mouth. The man’s tongue was magic. She was still struggling to breathe.

  He laughed deeply, and a satisfied smile spread across his rugged face. “Enjoyed it?”

  “You know I did, but what about you?” It seemed unfair to leave him hanging.

  To her surprise, he actually blushed a little. “Don’t worry about me.” Changing the subject, he looked around the room. “So it’s just you and me tonight, hmm? Why don’t you go change into some jeans and a long-sleeve shirt, and we’ll get out of here. Let me buy you dinner.”

  Willa felt a hopeful smile tug at her lips. “You mean like a date?”

  “Yeah, is it okay if I want to take my woman out?”

  “Your woman?”

  “Well, are you denying it?”

  “Nope!” What she was doing was fighting to keep from jumping up and pumping her fist. Instead, she turned and kissed him. “I guess that makes you my man, huh?”

  He just smiled. “Go get changed.” Setting her on her feet, he smiled and smacked her on the ass. “And wear boots if you got ’em.”

  She grinned. “Oh, I got ’em.”

  Chapter Five

  Willa looked at the huge beast of a bike dubiously. A mixture of fear and longing swirled around inside of her. Climbing onto the back of that big motorcycle with him seemed like such a huge deal. She forced herself to take another step forward. It wasn’t like her fate wasn’t sealed. She was his woman. He’d said it. She wanted to grin every time she thought about their earlier conversation. And she so wanted to crawl onto that bike.

  He was watching her, letting her work it out for herself. He seemed larger than life standing next to the massive machine. He’d nonchalantly shrugged into the long leather duster as if it didn’t make his already-large frame even more intimidating. His long auburn hair was tied back and held out of his face by a bandana. Dark sunglasses obscured his eyes, and protected them from the late afternoon sun.

  She felt mismatched from him, though she’d tried to dress appropriately. Her skinny jeans felt too new, but she’d paired them up with a plain black T-shirt and black wool peacoat. Her boots, though, were perfect. She’d bought them from a consignment shop Danny had dragged her to a few months before. The moment she’d seen them she’d fallen in love. When she’d hesitated, Danny had insisted. They were thick, supple red leather, came up to just above her knees, and had four-inch spiked heels. She might not be a true biker babe, but she’d pass. And his eyes told her he really liked the boots. She’d have to wear them again sometime, just them, she thought wickedly.

  She turned her attention back to the bike. There was one other issue she needed to address. “Um, are you sure I’m not too big? I know I’m not a little girl, and I wasn’t sure if that mattered, for balance or something.”

  He tilted his head to one side for a second. Sliding his sunglasses back onto the top of his head, he studied her. He made a low grumbling sound before he strolled over to stand directly in front of her. “That’s the second time you’ve said that. I want to know why you think you’re so big.”

  “Well, look at me. I feel like an Amazon around most women.” It was the reason she’d hesitated to buy the boots. She was already five foot ten. When you added four more inches to that, yikes!

  “Willa, look at me.” His voice was hard, and she realized it was an order. She had to crane her neck back because he was so tall. Maybe the extra four inches wasn’t so bad. She gulped a little at his intense stare. His eyes held hers, as he continued. “Do I look like most men to you?”

  “Well, of
course not, but…”

  “No buts. You are not too tall. You are not too big. You are perfect for me, and that’s what matters. I like the fact that I can be myself with you and not feel like I’m going to break you. Some men may like tiny women, but not me. I want a real woman.” He threaded the fingers of one hand through her hair and hauled her to him. His other hand found the curve of her bottom. “And if I ever hear you talk like that about yourself again, I will put you over my knee and show you just how little you are compared to me.” He emphasized his point by firmly squeezing the cheek he was holding. Then his kissed her soundly.

  Willa was panting and breathless when he finally drew back. She figured she should probably be shocked, pissed, or both at his high-handed behavior, but instead, she felt like she was melting. She knew she was falling for him hard, and he’d just pulled her in a little deeper. She wasn’t sure about the idea of the promised spanking. Part of her wanted to protest that she was an adult and didn’t need to be corrected, but another part found the idea of being over his knee thrilling. She was pretty sure that made her a twisted pervert, oh how she loved it. She felt the smile spread across her face and wanted to moan when he returned it with a wicked grin. Somehow she knew he had read her mind.

  “I’m serious, little girl, don’t push me just to see if I’ll do it. You won’t be happy at the results. That glorious round ass of yours would turn a pretty shade of pink, so don’t tempt me.” He stepped back, as if he was, even now, struggling to resist the temptation. “Now quit baiting me. I wanted to take you out. You keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to end up backing you against the barn wall. You’re too sore for that. Even I’m not that much of a Neanderthal.”

  Turning from her, he swung his long leg over the bike and settled into the seat. Holding out his hand, he helped her on behind him. She settled onto the p-pad and snuggled up against him. He reached back into the saddlebag and brought out a shiny black helmet with sexy red roses airbrushed on it.

  She eyed it suspiciously. Did he always carry around a lady’s helmet in case he got lucky? He must have sensed her suspicion because he chuckled and explained. “I stopped at Smokey’s and bought it for you this morning while I was on my way to the hardware store, so don’t worry. I do kind of like the idea that you’re jealous though.” His grin was wide as he said the last, and she couldn’t resist smacking him playfully across his shoulder.

  “Behave. You’re already larger than life. You don’t need an ego to match it.” She took the helmet, though, studying it. “Smokey’s is Gabe’s dad’s motorcycle shop, right?”

  “Yep! And don’t think they didn’t give me a hard time about buying it, so thank me properly and make it worth my suffering.”

  “How about I thank you later tonight?” She winked as she slid the helmet on. She struggled a little getting the strap on but soon was suited up and ready to go.

  He reached between his legs and fiddled with something on the side of the machine then hit a switch on the handles. She gave a little squeak as the bike roared to life. It felt alive between her legs, like a vibrating tiger. She shivered as the feeling of the bike and man washed over her. He was big, warm, and strong in front of her. The bike was hard and massive under her, and both felt electric between her legs.

  “Oh man, I’m in trouble,” she mumbled, and he laughed.

  “Scared?”

  “Nope.”

  “Then why are you in trouble?”

  “Is it possible to die from overstimulation?”

  She felt his body shake and knew he was laughing. He leaned back and said in a husky voice, “Darling, if that was possible, I’d have keeled over the minute I saw your gorgeous ass dancing near the flower bed.”

  She felt his left leg move and looked down to see him use the toe of his big boot to put the bike into gear. They sprang forward into the blazing late-day sun. It was amazing how the massive machine and man became one. She snuggled into him, melting into his broad back. He smelled heavenly. No wonder Danny loved this. It was beyond anything she could have imagined, accept actually having sex with him. Nothing was better than that.

  The bike glided smoothly through the curving mountain roads, and she let herself float on a haze of sweet pleasure.

  * * * *

  They pulled into the gravel parking lot behind Big Daddy’s BBQ. Jake had debated where to take Willa for dinner. He didn’t know a lot about her. That’s what this date was about, getting to know each other. He did know she came from money. That was obvious in every word she said, every move she made. She screamed class. He had considered taking her somewhere expensive. Despite how it seemed, he did own a suit and tie, but that wasn’t the real him. Big Daddy’s was his favorite place to eat. Their barbeque was perfect, tangy but sweet, moist but not soupy. The restaurant itself was simple but clean, and local bands played on their battered stage every weekend. He could already hear the soft thump of base from the parking lot and smell the divine scent of roasting pork.

  He pulled the bike into one of the narrow spaces reserved for motorcycles and shut off the fuel and then the ignition. Rocking it back, he engaged the kickstand, steadying the big machine. He was surprisingly nervous as he turned to gage her reaction. He shouldn’t have worried about his sweet Willa.

  She had a huge grin spreading across her beautiful face. “Oh yes! I’ve wanted to try their barbeque. I’ve heard it’s the best in the entire state. This is awesome!” She was practically bouncing as she unlaced the strap on her helmet.

  Jake returned her smile as he took her helmet and tucked it into his saddlebag with his own. “Well, let’s go then.” He caught her hand in his as he helped her off the bike. She kept his hand tucked into hers as they followed the tantalizing smell toward the restaurant’s entrance. “They also have hush puppies that are to die for,” he said as he held the door for her. He spotted the hostess just to the inside of the door and called out to her. “Hey, Rosie, you got room for two?” The place was always busy on the weekends, especially when the bands were good, and from what he could hear, they weren’t going to be disappointed tonight.

  “Sure thing, darlin’,” the pretty redhead answered. “You know you always have a seat here. Now that rotten, no-good cousin of yours better not show hisself anywhere near here. I got a shotgun full of buckshot with his name on it.”

  Jake put his hands up in a placating gesture. “If I know Bo, he probably deserves it, but try not to do it when I’m around. I’d hate to have to haul you in.” Rosie didn’t seem the least bit worried to Jake, which was just as well. Rosie was a good kid, and knowing his cousin, she probably had cause to want a little of his ass, so he decided to let it go. “Rosie, this is Willa, my girlfriend. Willa, this is Rosie, an old friend of the family. Don’t let her scare you off. If I know my cousin Bo, he earned ever bit of her fire.”

  Rosie sent a big smile in Willa’s direction. “Well, hello, Willa, if you are the one who put that happy look on his face then thank you. Jake here takes life way too seriously.”

  “It’s very nice to meet you.” Willa returned the woman’s warm greeting, a look of relief on her face. Jake realized she’d been nervous, and it occurred to him that she might be as worried about fitting into his world as he was of fitting into hers.

  Rosie shook Willa’s hand enthusiastically before grabbing two laminated menus and escorting them to their table. “Y’all want to be up near the band, right? I’ve got two perfect seats, just to the right of the bass player, so you should have good seats but not be right in the middle of everything.”

  They took their seats at a small round table just as the band started on a new song. Jake mainly preferred southern rock, and this band sounded more country, but he could appreciate their talent, especially when they started singing about a sexy country girl shaking what God gave her. He could definitely appreciate that as the image of Willa shaking her luscious bottom filled his mind. That was an image he’d always treasure. Talk about lasting first impressions. />
  “This is so cool!” Willa enthused as she began to bounce in her seat to the song’s strong beat. “I’ve never been anywhere like this before.” He almost expected her to clap her hands together in excitement. He felt his chest puff up with pride as he realized how good he felt that he’d been the one to put that look of joy on her face. He’d known he could please her in the bedroom, but there was more to a relationship than sex. And he wanted a relationship. She was his warm, safe place. Being with her made him feel like a better man. If bringing her to Big Daddy’s made her this happy then he’d bring her here every damn day!

  The waitress wound her way to their table, and they ordered two beers and a basket of hush puppies to get them started. “Just about everything’s good here, but their barbeque sandwich is what they are best known for. Their tater wedges are pretty good, too.”

  Willa was scanning the plastic-coated menu intently, and Jake felt a moment of apprehension. Hell, she was a gourmet chef, and he’d brought her to a barbeque joint, but then she looked up, and there was no mistaking the eagerness in her eyes. “Everything sounds good. But I think I’ll go with the sandwich, like you said. Next time I might try the ribs though.”

  The waitress was back with their drinks and steaming pups within a few minutes. Once their order was placed, they dug into the hush puppies.

  Jake watched as she popped the fried cornmeal treat into her mouth and moaned. “Oh my! That is so good,” she mumbled as she chewed.

  He laughed and took a sip of his beer, enjoying her delight for several moments before he decided to take the plunge and ask her about a few things.

  “Tell me about your late husband.”

  She froze, midchew. Gulping the bite down, she seemed at a loss. “You want to know about Reggie? Why?”