Rising Heat (Outlaw Biker Boys)

by Grey, Helen

  “Naked. Now.”

  Her words were frantic as she shoved at the bottom of my shirt. I sat up to help her. Then it was gone, and my jeans pushed down my legs. She pushed me back down, her fingers trailing from my shoulders to my abs.

  “I want to see you.”

  Reaching over, I fulfilled her wish by turning on the small lamp on the nightstand. She blinked against the illumination and smiled down at me, then stood to push her jeans down her legs.

  “God, you’re so beautiful,” I told her as the panties came next, revealing her entire body to me.

  She was beautiful. Hair tousled around her shoulders, her lips full and red from our warring mouths. Skin like silk reflecting the light, her blue eyes hot with desire.

  Almost shy now, she resumed her caresses, tracing a path down my chest, swirling around my hardened nipples. She chuckled low in her throat, a delighted sound that made me smile in return. She was enjoying this. So was I.

  I reached for her, but she grabbed my wrists and lifted until my arms were above my head. I smiled wider, and she leaned down to kiss my cheek, dipping her tongue in my dimple.

  Folding my hands under my head so I wouldn’t be tempted to reach for her again, I lay there as her eyes traveled down my body. Her fingertips followed the path, tracing the muscles of my abs, then going lower.

  “You’re so big,” she said as she closed her hand around me again. It took everything I had in me not to wrap my arms around her, toss her onto her back, spread her legs, and dive in.

  But I wouldn’t do that. Wouldn’t spoil her fun. Besides, she was vulnerable enough, and I didn’t even have protection. Nevertheless, there were many things we could still do. Her hands continued to explore my body. I tried to be patient, tried to ignore the throbbing of my erection. The way my balls sat tight in their sack, begging for release.

  “Touch me.”

  I didn’t waste a moment. I reached for her, stroked her shoulders, and then cupped her breasts, my thumbs skimming against her nipples. Then she shifted her position and much to my surprise, she straddled me, her pussy nestled against my stomach. She lifted herself upward, her hands resting on my shoulders. Giving me free access to those lovely breasts. My fingers squeezed, plucked, twirled, and explored. Soon, those hard nipples grew engorged and hardened even more. Then, with a sound of impatience, she lowered her torso closer to mine. Shifted upward.

  She hovered over me, her breasts close to my face. I lifted my head slightly and pulled one of her nipples into my mouth. Suckled gently, mimicking the movements I had made with my fingers. She hovered over me like that while I paid attention first to one breast, then the other. While my mouth enjoyed her nipples, my hands stroked along her back, down along her incredibly small waist, stroking the soft flare of her hips and then down along her thighs.

  She began to grind into me, wet slickness near my belly button. I flexed my abs, and she moaned as the muscles increased her pleasure. She slid down my body until she was grinding on my cock, her slick folds moving up and down my erection.

  “I don’t have a condom, baby,” I told her and she stilled, her bottom lip pouting out.

  “I want you inside me,” she murmured, and I pushed her hair back from her face.

  “I know. I want that too. Are you on birth control?”

  She shook her head, and I knew our last option was gone. I didn’t do bare back and was tested regularly and knew I was clean. I suspected this innocent creature was clean too. But if she wasn’t on the pill, I wouldn’t take that risk.

  Taking her face in my hands, I said, “Then I’ll make love to you with my tongue, my fingers. I’ll make you come in my mouth. Will that be alright?”

  She shivered and blushed a bright pink, her tongue slipping out to moisten her lips. “Can…” she stopped and cleared her throat. “Is it okay if you come in my mouth too?”

  Holy. Fuck.

  I groaned, and pulled her mouth to mine, taking it with a desperation I’d never felt before. “Yes,” I whispered against her lips. “You can do anything to me you want.”

  A smile curved her swollen lips up, and she pushed against my chest. I let her go.

  I groaned as she moved down my body, kissing my skin on the journey south. She placed her hands on my knees, encouraged me to spread my legs wider. I did, and she moved further down until she was kneeling between mine.

  She wrapped her hand around my cock, wiping away the liquid beading at the tip. She lifted her thumb to her mouth, tasting me. Fuck. I almost came right then and there.

  Every muscle in my abdomen clenched as she lowered that perfect mouth, but it was only to taste my abs, my hip, my upper thigh. I wondered how it was possible, but my cock hardened even more. It was fully engorged, the blood pulsing through it, causing it to jerk every time her tongue touched my skin. And then that tongue, that glorious tongue, drifted closer, then detoured around my cock to lick my other hip bone.

  Dammit. She was driving me crazy.

  Her tongue slowly circled my hip before moving downward along the inside of my thigh. She was doing to me everything I wanted to do to her. Evoking the sensations in me that I wanted to evoke in her. But at the moment, I was more than willing to have her in command, to have me at her mercy. Vulnerable. Exposed.

  Her tongue traced upward along the inside of my thigh. My balls tightened even more. I sucked in a breath and wrapped my fingers in her hair. And then, finally, her mouth enveloped my head. Her tongue swirled around it, and I held my breath, forced my hips to remain still as she took me into her throat. Her hand clasped me near the base, her grip firm, still stroking. And then her other hand was groping my balls, manipulating them, squeezing them, rubbing…

  “Kathy,” I ground out, panting for control.

  Her only response was to take me deeper into her mouth. Her lips tightened as she sucked harder. I groaned. My hips moved of their own accord, not much, but enough for me to know that if this continued much longer, I would completely lose control.

  Losing control was something that had never happened to me. I was the one always in control. I found myself in quite a unique position. And more than a little surprised.

  “You have to stop. Now.”

  Smiling, she lifted her head, her breath warm against the tip. God, I wanted her. She squealed when I reached for her, pulled her up my body, then flipped us until she was beneath me.

  Her chest heaved, her nipples like rocks. Her pupils dilated, her cheeks flushed. Gorgeous.

  My tongue repeated the path that hers had taken on my flesh. My cock pulsed with incredible desire, but I held myself in check as my tongue swirled, suckled, and worshiped those glorious pebbly round nipples. As she began to make low, squeaky noises in her throat, I relinquished my attention on those nipples and stroked my tongue down along the center of her stomach, ever downward.

  “Stop,” she gasped, closing her legs.

  “What? You don’t want my tongue inside you?” I asked against her belly button, my tongue flicking inside the shallow hole.

  She groaned and her fingers twisted in my hair. I looked up at her. “Has a man ever kissed you here?” I pushed her legs apart, lowering my lips to her clit. She cried out and tried to twist away, but I held her still until she calmed.

  Looking up at her over her curls, I said, “Kathy, if you want me to stop, I will. But I want to do this. I want to make love to you with my mouth. I want to taste every part of you. Please tell me yes.”

  She looked down at me, her blue eyes hooded with passion and uncertainty. I waited. Waited. Smelling her arousal so close to my nose, feeling the warmth coming from her very center.

  She licked her lips and opened her mouth. “Yes,” she whispered.

  And I dove.

  Feasted.

  Lost myself in her pleasure.

  Circling her clit with my tongue, I slipped a finger deep inside her incredible tightness. God, please tell me she isn’t a virgin.

  I had to ask. Had to know. An asshole
like me couldn’t be the one to strip her of her innocence. I rose above her, waited until she met my eyes and asked, “Have you had sex before?”

  She nodded, and I saw the truth in her eyes. “Yes, but never anything like this.”

  Relief flooded me, and I smiled down at her. “This, baby, is only the beginning.”

  Back between her legs, I trailed my tongue up her slit, dipping inside her as far as I could before taking her clit between my teeth.

  She cried out when I entered her with a finger, then a second, finding the very end of her. She arched, pressing harder into my mouth, her fingers digging into my scalp so hard it hurt.

  I didn’t care.

  I totally focused on the core of her being, my lips and tongue circling her clitoris while my fingers slowly dipped in an out of that incredible, tight wetness. Her hips rocked higher, faster.

  I flipped us.

  She yelped as I turned her until she was riding my face, her hands on my abs for balance. When she leaned forward, taking my cock into her hand, then into her mouth, I licked her harder, thrusting my tongue into her over and over, pressing my thumb against her clit.

  She shuddered and ground down harder on my face even as her mouth worked me up and down. “I’m going to come,” I told her, feeling the semen working its way from my balls. Her lips clamped down harder, sucking more intensely as I released, the edges of my vision going white.

  Even as I came, I didn’t stop the relentless sucking between her legs and a moment later, she was crying out, nearly screaming as her body tensed, then trembled. I licked her through it, long, deep strokes up her center. She shuddered again. Then again before collapsing on top of me.

  When I rolled her onto the bed, she curled into a ball. I moved up beside her, pulling her back into my chest.

  “Oh. My. God.” Her words came out between great gulps of air. I smiled pulling her closer to me, kissing her hair.

  It took several moments for her breathing to return to normal. It took a few minutes for me to regain control myself. What we’d just experienced had been pure passion, a connection I’d never experienced.

  And as she fell asleep in my arms, I knew I wanted more.

  CHAPTER 11

  Kathy

  I woke up, startled. A heavy weight was pressing me down. Where was I? Then I realized. It was Ash, lying beside me. A myriad of thoughts raced through me. Horror. Shame. Warring with an ecstatic thrill. Had I really… seduced Ash? My thoughts were fuzzy, but I think I did. Knew I did.

  As my thoughts cleared, I remembered waking up in the middle of the night, finding him beside me. He had fallen asleep after I’d asked him not to leave. Despite the trouble we were in or that I barely knew him, I’d reached for him, seeking comfort. His warmth, his bulk. I wanted him. I needed him.

  I was running on pure emotion, and I didn’t want to feel alone. I didn’t want to feel the loss of complete control over my life. I needed something, an anchor to hold onto. But with Ash? My mom told me once that the heart wants what the heart wants. That we don’t often choose who we fall in love with — wait. Was I falling for Ash? How could I? He came from such a different world. Different attitudes. Extremely different pasts. We were total opposites. But we did have one thing in common.

  Need.

  Ash moved in his sleep, distracting me as his hand moved from my stomach to my breast. My nipple hardened instantly at the innocent touch and more memories of last night flooded through me.

  I’d been so brazen, touching him like that. It had started with tentative fingers on his cheek. I’d just wanted to feel his skin. To make sure he was real. That I wasn’t alone. Fascination? Curiosity? Filled with a desire to feel him against me? All of the above.

  I had never reacted this way to a guy before. But Ash wasn’t a typical guy. He was so multidimensional, so multifaceted. I couldn’t condone the way he had spent his life over the past few years, but who was I to judge? After he told me about the accident that had caused the death of his younger sister, I could almost — almost — understand what had led him to the life he was leading.

  Thank God I’d never had to experience such guilt, such despair. Yes, I felt guilty about leaving my parents to fend for themselves, but they were perfectly able to do so. They were grownups. Ash’s situation was different. He had been responsible for his little sister. While it was a tire blowout that caused the accident, he nevertheless blamed himself. So did his parents, unfortunately.

  What would I do and how would I have felt if my parents effectively disowned me? Turned their backs on me? Refused to forgive? I didn’t know what that was like. As much as I realized my family wasn’t perfect, I never once thought that my father, even in the throes of his alcoholism, would ever turn his back on me or my mother. And as for my mother? I knew that deep down she loved me very much.

  Lying next to Ash last night in the darkness, I realized that I too, loved my parents very much, warts and all. No one was perfect. If the tables were turned, I could have easily found myself in the same position as Ash. I tried to think of what I would do or how I would feel if I had been driving a car with someone I loved beside me. If I had watched their life slip away because of me. I hoped to God I would never find myself in such a position.

  But I did find myself in a similar position when it came to Ash. Was it really his fault that the gang was after him, after us, for whatever reason? Not directly. And yes, I believed him when he told me about his relationship with the gang. I knew that he regretted what was happening just as much as I did.

  Ash had lived a hard life, but he was trying to turn it around. He said he was rich, that he had money. I wasn’t sure what he meant by rich, but as far as I was concerned, anyone with a few thousand extra dollars in their bank account was rich to me. The fact that his parents owned this cabin and who knows how much land around it was proof that at least some of his story was true.

  When had they last been up here? It was obvious that someone occasionally came up to this cabin and cleaned and dusted. It was spotless. It wasn’t hard to hire housekeepers though, and out here, with so many vacation homes, I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised.

  My thoughts were wandering, and I was doing it on purpose, trying to avoid addressing and facing my own growing feelings toward this guy lying next to me. This guy that I hardly knew.

  So where did we go from here? Was this a one-night stand or something more serious? And how could I even think about developing a relationship with him when things were so uncertain? When I couldn’t even go home.

  A spike of adrenaline shot through me as I remembered I was supposed to be at the pet shop this morning. What would Bodie think when I didn’t show up? Unexpectedly, tears filled my eyes and I realized that I wouldn’t hear Charlie calling out his endearing Love me! Love me! Love me! I wouldn’t hear the excited yipping of the puppies when I walked in the door. Would the puppies or the kittens miss me? Would they realize I wasn’t there? Would they be okay?

  I hitched in a breath, choking back tears. Damn. This wasn’t typical of me. After all, I wasn’t the only one who worked at the pet store. I wasn’t the only one who took care of the animals. But I loved them. All of them. Well, most of them. I shivered, remembering Alice wrapped around my legs.

  Trying to be reasonable, I reminded myself that I wasn’t there all the time anyway. Sometimes I would go for a few days without seeing them. They were fine then and would be fine now. Somehow, that made me even sadder. Would no one miss me?

  The bed shifted, and I glanced over to find Ash staring down at me, a somber expression on his face. He reached out a finger and brushed the tear from my cheek.

  “What’s the matter?”

  I offered a half-laugh and a shrug. I swallowed and then tried to explain. “I was thinking about the animals at the pet store. I’m going to miss them this morning, and maybe tomorrow, and even the next day.” I gasped. “What about Alice? Who’s going to take care of her?”

  “She’ll be fine for
a few days,” he assured me. “I fed her yesterday before I picked you up.”

  Had it only been yesterday? So much had happened since I climbed onto the back of his bike. Everything came flooding back. My heart started to race again. I had been able to let go of the fear for a little while, but now it was back with a vengeance. My gaze darted down to the bandage on his arm. It was bloody.

  I sat up, holding the bedspread to cover my naked breasts. My cheeks flushed as I tried not to think about that, tried not to remember how his hands, his tongue, and his body sliding against mine had made me feel. Was making me feel now. Sensations erupted all over me. I stomped them down.

  “I’ll have to take a look at that before we leave.”

  He shook his head. “We’ll have to take care of it later. We need to get down the mountain and meet Bones at the motel. I need to warn him about what’s going on. Maybe if we put our heads together, we can figure a way out of this mess that I got you into.”

  I said nothing, instinctively realizing that arguing with Ash would be a fruitless endeavor. Funny how I just assumed that. You’d think I had known him for months rather than just a couple of days. But the look on his face, the determination in his eyes, and yes, even the guilt I saw in them, made me realize that he was right.

  I was scared. The gang had their home base in Denver. How was I supposed to go about my business, go to work, or even to school with the gang tracking Ash, and maybe even me?

  “We need to go to the police, Ash. There’s no way either one of us will be able to go back to Denver and pick up the pieces of our lives if the gang—”

  “It’s not that simple, Kathy,” he murmured. He rose and began to dress, apparently unconcerned that I could see him in all his naked glory. His ass, so perfect. His muscular thighs. He leaned down, and I caught a glimpse of his dick dangling between his legs. It was limp now, but—

  He hissed in a breath as he lifted his arms to slide his t-shirt over his head. I was worried about his arm. If it got infected, that wouldn’t be good. He dressed quickly, every move purposeful with no wasted movements. While he sat down on the bed to pull on his socks and boots, his back still to me, I sat up and reached for my clothes, lying in a heap on the floor by the side of the bed. I needed to get ready. Over analyzing everything that happened last night would have to come later.