Coal (Regulators MC Book 3)

by Chelsea Camaron

  The moment her eyes hit the sign, I can tell she has at least heard of the place and figured out I thought specifically of her when I chose it.

  We sit in a booth, eat a vegan pizza, and talk for a while. It’s nice. I have never done this with a woman before.

  When Pixie excuses herself to the bathroom, I make my move, waving the waitress over.

  “You guys do anything cool for somebody’s birthday?”

  The woman gives me a bright smile. “Yes, sir, we have a dessert pizza that you can order.”

  “Good. Let me get one of those. No processed stuff. I know you’re vegan-friendly, but I’m new to this and want to get it right. My woman likes to live a clean life and eat clean foods. I’ll throw in an extra twenty if you guys will come out and sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to her.”

  The waitress readily agrees after telling me she needs to do the truffles instead of the dessert pizza because of the refined sugar—whatever that means to her—and then scrambles to the back to put the order in.

  Paisley comes back, and I distract her with questions about her job and how she likes it.

  Ten minutes later, the waitress is back with two others, setting a chocolate truffle plate in front of Pixie with a candle in the middle.

  I mentally pat myself on the back when Pixie gives me big owl eyes that say she knows exactly what I am up to.

  “These are raw strawberry, crème chocolate truffles,” the waitress explains. “It is completely vegan-approved and gluten-free. The chocolate is made from coconut oil, raw cacao powder, and pure maple syrup. The crème is cashew butter; fresh strawberries; coconut oil; pink Himalayan salt; and again, we use maple syrup, but you can use raw agave nectar; vanilla extract; and a juiced lemon. All of these are made in the mornings so we have time to freeze them properly, so it’s fresh.” She then leans over and lights the candle.

  I can’t help laughing at the way Pixie’s cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink as the waitresses sing “Happy Birthday” to her.

  When the women finish, I lean over and whisper into her ear, “I’m not the only one who needs to have more fun, you know.”

  Pixie lick her lips as she turns to face me. “I can think of a whole lot of fun I want to have with you, Trevor. That is … if you’re interested.”

  “Gotta tell you, Pixie”—I blow out a breath, unsure of myself for the first time in a long time—“I can’t remember the last time I was with a woman and didn’t pay for her company.”

  “I’m happy to loosen you up, Coal,” she flirts.

  My cock goes from soft to rock-hard in three seconds flat. Hell, I am so hard that my fucking zipper is hurting me. Hell yeah, I want to have fun with the sexy, little sprite sitting next to me.

  Leaning over, I drag a finger through the cream filling spilling out of one of the truffles then bring it up to her lips. “Baby, I’ll give you so much fun that you’ll walk funny tomorrow if you let me. You might even be sore by the time I’m done with you, but I fucking promise I’ll make it worth it.”

  Paisley leans forward and licks the cream off my finger, slowly sucking the digit as she pulls it out of her mouth. “Trevor, have I mentioned how flexible yoga can make someone?” She then turns her head and blows out her candle.

  My cock twitches at the mental images that produces, and I groan in agony as my cock throbs.

  “Hurry the fuck up and eat your dessert so we can go back to your place and I can eat mine.”

  Another blush covers her cheeks.

  I don’t bother to curb the instinct to run my finger over the warm pink skin as I murmur, “I wonder where else you turn pink like this.”

  She leans in to whisper in my ear, “And I can’t wait for you to find out.”

  Raising my hand to get the waitress’s attention, I have to relax my legs, trying to calm my cock so we can leave this place and make it to hers.

  When our waitress comes over, I all but bark, “Check, please.”

  Pixie has them box up what is left of her little dessert treat, and then we put it in the saddlebag on my bike. We make the ten-minute drive to her place in about five, and the two of us practically speed walk to the front door of her apartment.

  The moment she opens the door and we step through, I grab her around the waist and plant my lips on hers. Surging my tongue into her mouth without hesitation to taste her, I don’t let my past crash into this moment. I refuse. Letting my instincts drive me, I fuck her with my mouth much like I want to fuck her with my cock.

  Pulling back from the kiss, she pants out, “We don’t have to go up to the bedroom; the couch is right there.”

  I give her a look, and then point out the problem. “Babe, your couch has a wood frame, and I don’t feel like pulling a splinter out of my ass while you’re riding me on it. So less talking, more moving. Let’s get naked upstairs. I wanted to be inside of you five minutes ago.”

  We run up the small set of stairs, with her tight, little ass right in my face. It makes me wonder just how flexible she is and how much she will let me do as I picture that ass naked in front of me.

  Once upstairs, we strip each other down between kisses. I take off her shirt while she unbuttons and unzips my pants, rubbing my hard length through my clothes. I take off my own shirt while she undoes her bra. Before we know it, we are both mostly naked. She’s left in her panties, and I’m in my pants and boxers.

  Pixie starts to get on her knees in front of me, but I grab her hands to stop her. “As much as I want your mouth on me, woman, I’ll blow in five minutes. And inside your mouth is not where I want the first time I come to be.” Running a hand down her toned abdomen, I slide my fingers underneath the waistband of her panties and push two fingers into her wet sex. “This is where I want to be when I come. Surrounded by that tight, little pussy you have. Fuck, you’re wet for me, baby.”

  As I slide my fingers in and out of her, she grabs my upper arms to keep herself steady. I can already tell that she’s on a hair trigger, and it’s not going to take much to make her come. I think we are both so wound up from all the sexual frustration between us that neither of us will last long.

  Rubbing my thumb over her swollen clit as I continue to finger her, sure enough, within minutes, her inner walls are squeezing my fingers like a fucking vice as she orgasms.

  When she’s done, I’m holding her up with my free hand and sliding my other hand out of her panties. I bring the two fingers up to my mouth, licking them clean as she watches me, her breath hitching.

  “I need you, Trevor.”

  Leaning down to kiss her, I then pull back and say, “You’re about to get all of me. Take those panties off and lay on your back on the bed.”

  She does what I tell her as I push my jeans off my hips and down my legs with my boxer briefs, but not before I pull a condom out of my back pocket.

  I enjoy the little show she’s giving me of her cunt as she spreads her legs wide. Paisley looks delectable that way, but it’s not how I want her. She bragged she’s flexible; we are about to find out just how much.

  Kneeling between her legs, I tell her what I want as I roll a condom down over my length. “Lift your legs until you’re holding your ankles up by your shoulders and spread yourself wide for me. Show me what I’m about to claim as mine.”

  Pixie is panting hard now in anticipation as I watch her slowly lift her legs in one smooth move until she’s holding her ankles as close to her shoulders as she can get them. I move over her, planting my fists on either side of her head as I position the head of my cock at the entrance to her sex.

  “You ready for this, Paisley? Ready to be mine?”

  “Please, Trevor. I swear I ache to have you inside me.”

  “Say yes or say no, but I gotta hear you loud and clear, Pixie,” I tell her, feeling the past creep up on me too harshly.

  On a whimper, she answers, “Yes! Yes! Yes! No doubts, not a single hesitation.”

  It’s the confidence I needed to hear.

  With one lon
g, slow thrust, I fill her. I don’t want to move too quickly because she’s so small and I’m a big man in every way that counts.

  She cries out in pleasure as I seat myself inside of her and hold myself there, waiting for her body to be accustomed to my size.

  “Let me know when you’re ready for me to move, sweetheart.”

  Her eyes are hazy with pleasure as she moans, “Move, dammit. Move now!”

  I pull out and thrust in again as she closes her eyes and moans again. Then I start to make love to her, my cock so hard I feel like I might burst any minute. I end up spending part of my time concentrating on not coming too fast. I want this to last as long as it can. I need to stay inside of her like I need my next breath.

  My thrusts speed up, and her entire body starts to tremble. She loses her grip on her ankles and they hit my shoulders as I begin to pound into her. Harder strokes, seating myself over and over inside of her, hitting her G-spot every time. I can see my cock glistening with her cream, and it makes me impossibly harder.

  The base of my spine starts to tingle as my balls draw up tight to my body, wanting to release inside of her tight channel. I won’t be able to hold off much longer, and I want her to come one more time before I do.

  I push myself up to balance on my knees and grab her hips, keeping myself inside of her as I get up. Her body is arched off the bed now, her shoulders touching the mattress, hips in my hands, as I pull out and slam back inside.

  “Play with your nipples,” I tell her as I continue to pound into her.

  She brings up both hands to pinch and pull on her pretty pink, little nipples, and I let go of her hips with one hand and bring my fingers over to rub her clit as I continue to push in and out of her. Her body tenses, her legs try to lock around my body, and she comes, screaming my name.

  That’s when I lose it, slamming into her over and over, until light explodes behind my eyelids and I damn near collapse on top of her as I fall forward during my release. I can’t pass out on her, though, not wanting to smother her, but I sure as shit don’t want to pull out of her yet, either.

  For a man who’s spent years living in a hell of his own making, this piece of heaven is too sweet to let go of.

  ~Paisley~

  Waking up, I’m deliciously sore. This connection with Trevor is intense.

  Sex is good. It’s a great physical release. Sex with Trevor, though, is off the charts amazing.

  Slipping from underneath his arm, I slide my pillow in place. After a quick morning trip to the bathroom, I toss on a tank top, clean panties, and running shorts.

  In the kitchen, the clock reads six in the morning, so I decide to make a sweet breakfast, hoping Trevor stays asleep for a bit.

  Pulling out my recipe book, I turn the pages until I find the recipe I’m looking for: Coconut Mango Tapioca Pudding.

  I don’t make this often because it takes time, and cooking for one … Well, there are easier things out there. This one is great, but if I make it for myself, then I have to plan to eat it for four days.

  Quietly getting out the tapioca pearls, I pour them in a bowl with a cup of coconut milk to soak for an hour. Then I step out onto my patio and roll out my yoga mat stored here.

  As I stretch, meditate, and clear my mind, my body tingles as I awaken for the day. Inhaling deeply, I feel light as a feather. Everything is centered. I go into my yoga session excited and finish completely at ease.

  Heading back inside, I go up the small stairway to check on my lover. Trevor is still sleeping, which makes me happy. He looks peaceful lying there, his tattoos on display.

  His chest is covered in colorful ink that runs down both his arms. With him on his side, I can see the full piece covering his back with a sword following his spine, ending just above the crack of his amazing ass, and the wings of an eagle fanning out from his shoulder blades down as it holds the sword. At the top is a banner with the word “Regulators.”

  I find myself flushed by simply admiring the man.

  Focus, Paisley! I tell myself to get back on course.

  Back in the kitchen, I get to work heating the tapioca and milk mixture, adding a little more coconut milk, some pure maple syrup, and vanilla extract. Once I have it at a boil, I reduce to simmer then finely dice a mango.

  After a twenty-minute simmer, I pour the tapioca into jars, making an even four servings after a quick taste test to make sure it’s sweet enough. Stirring in the chopped mango, I then set the containers in my fridge to chill.

  With a healthy breakfast ready for Trevor when he wakes, I make my way back to my bedroom and into my bathroom to shower.

  Slipping out of my clothes, I turn on the shower and step inside. At first, the water is chilly, making my skin break out in goose bumps. Quickly, though, the hot water kicks in and steam covers the space. With my eyes closed, I lean back, letting the stream rush from the top of my hair down my back.

  The door slides open, and I jump slightly at the noise, only to smile when I see Trevor standing in front of me, his penis standing out firmly. When my eyes meet his, I see the hunger in him.

  Desire for me.

  I swallow as my own needs heighten. Every trickle of water down my body feels like the touch of his fingertips.

  “Good morning, Pixie,” he greets in a rugged tone that has my walls clenching, seeking contact from him.

  “Good morning,” I say on a whisper that doesn’t hide my own wants.

  Closing the door behind him, he steps forward and grabs each of my hips to pull me close. My wet skin slides against his dry, and then Trevor’s lips hit mine, and my pulse quickens. When his tongue meets mine, my mouth explodes while my insides feel like I have a thousand butterflies fluttering under my skin.

  He roams his hands down to my ass and scoops me up as he massages my globes. I wrap my legs around him as the water cascades down our sides. My core hits his lower abdomen, and I feel his rock-hard length just under me.

  Dropping my hips, I line myself where I can roll my body and feel him on my pussy from the hood between my lips to slit. I rock as my clit hardens at the contact. My body trembles as I continue building myself.

  Coal turns and presses me into the wall, his hands still on my ass. Reaching between us, I grab his thick, long cock and put the tip inside of me.

  His mouth presses into mine with nowhere to go as I slide down, immediately clamping around him.

  “Fuck.” He pulls his mouth away. “Pixie, I’m not gloved.”

  “Just pull out, Trevor. I want this natural. I’m clean.” I pant. “Skin on skin.” I’m not about to try to explain to him the environmental impact of a condom. If he feels we need it, so be it. I don’t want anything to slow us down.

  He slides out of me just to the edge. “I haven’t had sex without protection since I was a teenager, Pixie, and I’ve been tested.”

  I whimper, afraid he will stop when I’m so close. My pussy tightens, trying to hold him inside.

  Trevor’s eyes darken, meeting my gaze. With our eyes locked, he slides back inside slowly. Centimeters at a time, I feel him fill me.

  I go over the edge as my entire body tremors in release.

  “So fucking good, Pixie.”

  “Yes, yes,” I moan as I ride him with each aftershock sending me over and over into oblivion. “Trevor, yes.”

  “My name on those lips,” he grunts, thrusting only twice more before pulling out just as hot liquid shoots from him and down the drain.

  Trevor supports my weight as my body relaxes, his hands holding my ass. Only when I make a move to drop my legs does he move his hands to my waist, making sure I’m steady before letting me go.

  Every inch of my body is alive with sensations when Trevor reaches for the soap and begins to clean me first then himself. The smell of lavender permeates our space as both of us relax into each other.

  Kissing his chest, I wrap my arms around his waist and hold him. “Thank you for being in my life,” I whisper, thankful for this moment with him. “I
learned a long time ago to live in the moment, be in the moment, and be thankful for them all.”

  “So, I’m learning, Pixie, thanks to you,” he says, holding me close as the water sprays down my back.

  This is pure bliss. This moment … is everything I have never had and ever wanted.

  Chapter Sixteen

  ~Coal~

  One month later…

  “Brother, I can’t believe we’re sitting here at a fuckin’ wing joint and you’re eating chili nachos with no meat. Has Paisley lured you to her dark side or what?”

  I know Hammer is joking because of the smile on his face, so that’s why I only flip him the bird instead of punching him in the face. “There’s nothing dark about Pixie, but she sure as hell has lured me into somethin’. Besides, it’s not because of her that I’m not eating meat.”

  The table gets quiet.

  I’m not ashamed to admit it. The Cook mission changed me. I’m not sure I will ever look at meat the same way again. But with Pixie’s help, I found alternative ways to get the protein and nutrition I need to keep my body in shape. If anything, the change in diet has made me a little leaner and a fuck of a lot meaner looking.

  To be honest, I’m not sure if the change in my body has much to do with the change in diet. It could be all the fucking Pixie and I have been doing. I can’t seem to get enough of the woman. It’s a miracle she hasn’t bitched about being worn out. Until she does, I’m going to keep tasting and pleasing her every damn day.

  Being with her does something to me, something I like. I feel lighter when I’m with her, like the burdens of the world just disappear. I can finally see why Ice and Hammer like to spend so much time with their ol’ ladies.

  Those two words, that label, gets me to thinking again about asking Pixie to be my ol’ lady. We have been exclusive, which is a first for me, but something in me wants more. I want to own her as much as she owns me. Completely. It’s almost as if we are yin and yang. She’s the light to my dark. She balances me. I’m starting to think I can’t live without her.