by Jessie Cooke
His grin grew wider and sexier. “Now you’re beginning to understand me. All I want to do is help. Kiss me, touch me…hell, I’d even let you fuck me if it came to that. Whatever would take your mind off your troubles.”
“What a man,” she said with an eye-roll. Inside, she wasn’t feeling quite as cool as she wanted him to believe she was. She was shaking and the blow flowing through her veins felt like hot, molten lava. He took another step toward her so that if she even breathed out too hard, their chests would touch. She told herself to step back, but her body didn’t comply. It was like she was trapped in his orbit. He reached up and brushed a strand of hair back out of her face, and she let go of the shudder she’d been holding back. Her whole body convulsed and it was impossible for him to not feel it. He slid his other hand around her waist and pulled her up against him. The sweatpants he was wearing did nothing to conceal the feel of his arousal. His lips hovered over hers and she felt the warmth of his breath as he said:
“If you don’t want this to happen, all you have to do is say so. I think you’re feeling the same thing I am, but I won’t ever force myself on you and I don’t want you to feel like I’m helping you out and expecting sex in return. I’m helping you out because, believe it or not, it’s the right thing to do. I don’t expect sex…but I think you can feel how badly I want it. You’re fucking sexy, Nicole, and the air sizzles when I’m around you.” She kept thinking about interrupting him and telling him they were never going to happen, but her hesitation allowed the hormones in her body to flood her brain and without a word she tipped her head slightly, meeting his lips with hers. Zack accepted her invitation by sucking and licking at her lips. Her body moved against him and she moaned against his lips as her hips rubbed back and forth across his throbbing cock. He was holding her so tightly that she could feel his heart beating against her chest. She brought her hands up and clutched at his t-shirt, suddenly…or maybe not so suddenly…dying to touch his bare flesh. She finally gave in completely, opening her mouth and letting his tongue slide in. She met it with hers and they danced together like they were old friends. Zack brought his hands up to her shoulders and then he wrapped them up in her hair, pulling and tugging as he deepened the kiss even further. Each time his throbbing cock pulsed against her belly, her heart beat harder and her breaths became more ragged. He finally left her mouth so that she could breathe, but he let his lips slide down her jaw to the nape of her neck and kissed her there in a way that set her already hot blood on fire.
She felt him rise up to his full height and then felt herself being lifted off the floor. She closed her eyes and didn’t object. She’d be a hypocrite if she did. She wanted this to happen as badly as, if not more so than he did. It had been a long time since anyone touched her like he was touching her, if ever, his hot hands sizzled against the bare skin of her back and sides, and he kissed her again, hotly and passionately. Her panties were soaked and since she didn’t have anything on except those and the t-shirt that was now up around her breasts, she was afraid she was leaving a wet spot on his jeans. He didn’t seem to mind if she was. As a matter of fact, a few seconds into the kiss he pulled back and used his hold on her waist to lift her off him and sit her down on the couch. He slid down to his knees in front of her and took hold of the bottom of the t-shirt. He looked into her eyes again, as if giving her one more chance to object…but she was way too far gone.
7
Nicole held up her arms and let Zack slide the t-shirt over her head, and then he sat back on his heels and drank in the sight of her. She looked nervous but her eyes were still filled with desire and he had felt how wet she was. “So pretty,” he said, and that was a huge understatement. Her breasts weren’t large, but they were round and firm and her nipples were big and hard. He leaned forward and ran his tongue around one, and then the other. He felt her body convulse and as he sucked one into his mouth, her hands found their way into his long hair. She wrapped her fingers up in it and the harder he sucked, the more she moaned and pressed his face into her. She had her back arched and her head thrown back and she looked so sexy as he made love to her breasts with every part of his mouth, even his teeth. His nips seemed to excite her, but he was careful not to bite her too hard…just enough to make her squirm.
While he still had a breast in his mouth, he pushed open her legs. She seemed reluctant at first, but when he slid a finger along the elastic that hugged her smooth thighs, she whimpered and opened them wider herself. He pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and dipped his face down into them, licking up some of the sweet moisture that covered her lips. “Can I take these off you?” he asked her. Breathless and so excited that she couldn’t speak, she managed a nod and raised her hips up off the couch so that he could pull those little panties off her gorgeous body. Once they were out of the way, he ran his tongue across her pulsing clit, causing her to rise up again, and cry out. He teased her then, softly licking up and down her lips and along the insides of her thighs. She tasted so sweet and Zack loved the way her juices coated his lips, tongue, and face.
She was panting and moving her hips, seeming more desperate with every passing second. Zack finally gave in and stabbed his wet tongue up into her opening, wiggling it around and moving it in and out. Nicole still had his hair in her hands and she used her grip to shove his face in deeper, especially when he began to nip at her now engorged clit. That seemed to excite her the most, so Zack kept that up even while he brought up one of his hands and slipped a thick finger up inside of her. Instantly the velvet walls of her pussy clamped down around his finger. She was tugging at his hair and whispering his name, and Zack’s cock had gone from aching to damned near unbearably painful. She spread her legs even wider, and let him have full access. He added another finger and proceeded to fuck her soaking wet pussy harder while pressing on her clit with his tongue and wiggling it back and forth. He moved his eyes up to her face. She had hair stuck with sweat along the side of it, and her eyes were glazed over and only half open. Her breathing was out of control and he could feel the tight muscles of her pussy growing even tighter. “Come for me, Nicole.”
She whimpered, almost in protest, but when he sucked that clit back into his mouth, her body seemed to override her reluctance and she almost screamed as she came. “Fuck!” she said forcefully, but almost in a whisper. “Jesus, Zack…God…”
Zack gave her one last long lick before pulling out his fingers and tasting them before looking back at her face with a grin. “That was awesome,” he said.
She laughed weakly and nervously. He could feel her legs still shaking and he put a hand back on one of them to try and still it. “Yes,” she said, “that was incredible. Thank you.”
He chuckled. “No. Thank you. You good…or…?”
With a completely straight face she said, “I’m good. I think I’ll go to bed now.” Zack could actually feel the smile fall from his face. He tried to keep it neutral and not show the pain he was feeling in his cock at that moment as he said:
“Oh, okay then…” He took a step back and Nicole smiled and reached for the waistband of his sweats. She gripped it with both hands and pulled them down, freeing his raging hard-on and bringing the smile back to his face.
“Kidding,” she told him with a wink before leaning forward and licking the tip of his cock. Zack sucked in a hard breath. Everything in him wanted to come…but not until he’d had the chance to be inside of her first.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do that,” he said.
She looked up at him and smiled. Her hazel eyes were shining with mischief as she let her tongue come out again and lick around the tip of the throbbing cock in her face. “Why not?”
Zack chuckled again. “Because you’ve got me so turned on that one good suck and it’ll all be over.” She giggled as he stepped back out of her reach and pulled off his t-shirt. He looked at her and said, “Don’t move.”
“Okay.”
“I mean it.”
“You’re not the boss
of me.”
He laughed. “Please don’t move.”
“Better,” she said with another smile and wink. He leaned down and kissed her lips again before almost running into the bedroom to get his wallet. When he saw Liam on the bed, still sleeping, he almost panicked. What was he doing? He felt a crazy chemistry with Nicole, an attraction like no other…but there was no way he was settling down with one woman. He shouldn’t be messing with her. She has enough problems. What if she thinks this is about more than sex…more than right now? I'm not just messing with her life; I'm messing with Liam’s. He stood rooted to the floor, watching the baby sleep for a long time. It wasn’t long before Nicole stuck her head in the room and looked at him oddly.
“I thought you were going to stay put,” he said, trying to think of a reason why he was just standing there like a freaking lunatic.
She smiled, but her eyes still looked confused. “I thought you were coming right back. Is everything okay?” She was holding the t-shirt in front of her breasts and it barely covered the V between her legs. She looked so fucking hot…and so innocent at the same time. As far as his cock was concerned, the hot outweighed the innocent, because his erection was back with a vengeance.
“Yeah,” he said, reaching over and flipping open his wallet. He pulled out a condom and looked back at her. She gave him a wicked smile and dropped the shirt to the floor. All bets were off as he chased her back to the living room. He caught her around the waist just before she got to the couch, and flipped her over so that she was lying down on her back. Once again he was rooted to the spot, but this time it was because he was mesmerized by how beautiful she was. He finally reached down and, with one finger, traced a line down her nose and then her neck and chest, across her abs and down her mound until it was splitting her wet lips open. He found the warm tunnel he was looking for and worked his finger up inside of her. While he did that, she reached her hand up and took his rigid cock in her hand. She started stroking him, softly at first, matching the movements of his finger inside of her. Zack’s attention was riveted to the sight of her hand on his cock, running up and down the shaft and stopping to roll her palm across the tip of it. The sight was almost as erotic as how her soft hand felt. He increased the speed of the finger going in and out of her and she picked up her pace to match it.
“Jesus, baby…that’s hot.” She ran her tongue across her lips and didn’t take her eyes off his cock as she said:
“Yes, it is.”
That was it for him. He had to be inside of her. He took his finger out of her and then moved her hand out of the way, taking himself into his own hand then and giving it a few strokes while she watched. She licked her lips again and he groaned. “Sit up, beautiful.” Nicole sat upright and Zack sat down next to her. “Now climb up here on my cock.” Nicole straddled his lap and he guided himself to where he wanted to be. He worked just the head in with one hand while groping and caressing one of her breasts with the other. He felt her lower herself so that almost half of his cock was inside of her. He almost said something smart about her not being used to such a big man, but he didn’t want her thinking about Spider while she was fucking him. He let go of her breast and put both of his hands on her waist and held onto her while she wiggled around on his cock, taking a little at a time until she had all of it inside of her. They both groaned at the same time and Nicole fell forward and leaned her forehead into his. Zack gave her a second to get used to him before he used his hold on her hips to start moving her up and down. She let out a big breath and he felt her legs tense against his as she used her thigh muscles to match the rhythm of his hips moving up and down off the couch, pumping into her. She was wrapped around him so tightly that he almost felt dizzy. Zack had fucked a lot of women, some of them virgins, but he’d never felt like he fit anyone as well as he did Nicole.
Nicole gripped onto his shoulders, almost digging her fingernails into his flesh and using them as momentum to bounce up and down on top of him faster and harder. She was whispering his name again – he loved the sound of it on her pretty lips. He leaned forward, just as he felt her body tense and get ready to come and he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He felt the walls of her soaked pussy tighten around his throbbing cock and just as they did, he bit down on that nipple. She screamed out as the orgasm hit her and the look on her face, coupled with just how fucking good it all felt, had Zack exploding right after. He rocked her back and forth on his lap until he finished coming, and then he pulled her body into his and held her while they both came down from their highs and caught their breath. She kissed his chest softly and rested her hands on his lower back, cuddling into him tightly. He ran his fingers gently through her soft hair and down her back. She felt so good. Just like when he was inside of her, she fit…perfectly. Shit. He was worried about her wanting more, and here he was obsessing about how well they fit together. Maybe he was the one that he needed to worry about.
He was about to ask if she wanted something to drink when he felt her breathing slow down and her body relax into him even more. She’d gone to sleep with him inside of her. Something about the idea of that caused another rush of blood from his head to his cock. He didn’t want her to wake up and think he was taking advantage of her while she slept. He held her firmly, but gently as he scooted to the edge of the couch and stood up. His cock popped out of her, and he held her in one arm and used the other hand to roll off the full condom. He tossed it into the little wastebasket next to the fireplace and then carried her down the hall to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed next to Liam and then took the afghan off the chair next to it and covered them both up. He stood there for a long time watching them sleep. They were both so beautiful, and two things that he’d never had any interest in before…a mother and a baby. But now, his interest was piqued and he suddenly couldn’t wait to know more.
8
Zack didn’t wake up Nicole before he left for the clubhouse the next morning. He’d heard her up moving around with Liam in the bedroom before sunrise and he figured she needed the sleep. Besides, he didn’t really want either of them at that clubhouse, especially while the question of who would be the new president was still up in the air. He knew that things were going to be tense, especially since his mother was involved.
As he rode the bike Skeeter had brought him the two miles to the clubhouse, he thought about the day his father had presented him with the little house. Zack was no psychologist, but he’d diagnosed both of his parents as sociopaths long ago; still, he supposed he had to give his father credit for having some kind of feeling for him, since the house was a bribe to try and keep him around. Zack had always had a smart mouth, but his father scared him growing up, so around Swinger, he had kept it in check. One day after going on a run with his father and the rest of the crew and watching his father kill a man in cold blood, he finally realized that he couldn’t keep his opinions to himself any longer. Out of respect, he tried talking to Swinger about it in private. His father shut him down, every time…so instead of being content with keeping his mouth shut like the rest of the ass-kissers in the club, he started calling him out in church. Zack knew that had he been any other man, Swinger would have seen to it that he died a horrible death. Then when Zack had finally had enough, Swinger had the little house built for him. The day he took him out there to show it to him he said that maybe all he needed was to move out of the clubhouse and have his own space. Maybe they spent too much time together and that was why they didn’t get along. Zack knew that wasn’t the case. By that time, he’d lost all respect for his father and his mother and Tammy was gone, so other than a handful of men in the club that he still felt a kinship to, there was really nothing there for him any longer. Zack lived in the house for about six months, because he hadn’t had the heart that day to tell Swinger he knew it wasn’t going to work. But all the house served to do was to ultimately make him feel more trapped in a life he hated and in a place that no longer felt like home.
He pulled the bike
up in front of the clubhouse, noting the row after row of Harleys that were already there. As soon as he pulled open the door to the clubhouse he saw that the great room and bar were standing room only. The chapters in the outlying areas had all sent representatives for the service and of course everyone from the Medina chapter was there. Zack’s eyes scanned the room for his mother as he made his way across it and had to stop every few seconds to say hello to an old acquaintance or friend. He saw a few old enemies as well, but he ignored those for the time being and finally found his mother in the kitchen. She was wearing a black leather skirt, thigh-high black boots with a heel that didn’t even look like it should be holding her up, and a black vest with short, red-lace sleeves. She had her back to him, stirring something on the stove and barking orders out to the other old ladies and the club girls. Zack watched her and wondered what she was going to do once this service was over and her title of Queen Old Lady was laid to rest, as dead as her husband. It was obvious that most of the other women didn’t like her. Zack knew that she thought they were just jealous of her, but sadly he also knew that there just really wasn’t much to like. She was a cold, calculating bitch.
“Zack!” She finally turned and saw him standing there. “You’re late.”
Zack drew his brows together and said, “Late for what? He’s still dead and buried already, right?”
“Please don’t start with that mouth today of all days. This day is about respecting your father and all he did for us and this club.”
“Fine, but the memorial doesn’t start for another hour – what is it I’m late for?”
“You and I need to talk before it gets too chaotic around here.”
Zack folded his arms and leaned into the doorway. “Okay, I’m listening.”