Maniac: A Bad Boy Biker Romance (Winter Cobras Book 1)
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“You know that’s not what I’m talking about. When that big guy mentioned the name… Pierce… Pearson… You acted like you heard the name before.”
Micah stared at me and waited for my response. I didn’t look back at him, my eyes focused on the ice I pressed into his face.
You can’t trust him… Leave him out of this…
“Audrey—”
I lowered the bag down and rushed my lips to his.
Something. Anything. Whatever it took to get him to stop asking questions.
I stuck my tongue out and he responded with the same. Our kiss was loud, filling his living room. I ran my hand over his shirt and felt his muscled chest underneath it.
Damn…
Micah wasn’t saying anything anymore. Nothing but deep breaths through his nose as he put his arms around me. But he gently pulled his lips away from me and stared at me again with those gray eyes of his.
“What are you doing?” he said.
“I just… I’m in the mood…”
“Just like that, huh?”
“Something about watching you pummel a guy nearly twice your size…”
“He pummeled me pretty good, too.”
“Maybe. But you got your licks in. I… I want you… Fuck me, Micah…”
I put my lips back to his and breathed softly into his mouth. I could feel his lips curling into a smile.
“So forward… You don’t want people to think you’re a slut now, do you?’
“I don’t care what anybody thinks of me.”
I leaned back and pulled my shirt up over my head. I set my piece down on his coffee table. Micah wasn’t paying much attention to it though, his eyes locked on me as I unhooked my bra. My breasts fell free. I had his full attention.
He rushed his face to my chest, burying himself between my breasts. I wrapped my hands around the back of his head and held him close while he devoured me. He took turns, sucking on one nipple until it was hard then turning his attention to the other. I wasn’t big by any means but the way he cupped me made me feel like I was more than enough to satisfy him. With the way he so ravenously licked and sucked on me, it wasn’t hard to tell how much he was enjoying it. But I was enjoying it even more.
I rocked my head back, my face pointed toward the ceiling as he laid me down on his couch. He trailed kisses down my body, along my stomach and around my navel, then pulling my jeans down slightly to kiss my hips. The sensation ran through my skin and sent a chill up my spine.
I could barely keep my eyes open as he started undoing my jeans. I raised my ass up enough so he could pull them down. He practically ripped them off of me, throwing them to the other side of his living room. In nothing but a black thong, I looked up at him, unable to hide the eager anticipation I had burning inside of my stomach.
“Fuck me…” I sighed. “Give it to me…”
He didn’t say anything. That look was all I needed to know he wanted it just the same as me. I stuck my index finger between my teeth, watching him as he let his kutte fall off of him. His shirt followed and I had to hold back a gasp.
“You like what you see?”
He gave me a confident smirk. Must’ve been from how I widened my eyes. Even with a shirt on, I could tell how big Micah was. But seeing his bare body was like nothing else. Perfectly bronze skin. Intricate tattoos. Every striation and muscle on full display, it was easy to believe the man was in the military. You didn’t get a body like that without hard work.
“Just another Ivory slut…”
“I don’t give a shit what you call me,” I muttered. “Just give me what I want.”
The anticipation was making my whole body tremble. I was dripping through my panties so bad they were sticking to me. But Micah took his time as he undid his jeans.
I stared at his six-pack, my eyes slowly inching down toward what he was unveiling. His zipper lowered, Micah pulled his briefs and jeans down together to show off his smooth hilt. His cock was already hard. They caught on his underwear for a second before popping up, hard and swollen. The sunlight coming in from outside cast shadows all over his whole body that made him look more appetizing than any man I’d ever seen.
He climbed between my legs on the couch, his cock pointed at me. The heat from my folds was too much for me to handle. He stuck his thumbs in the sides of my thong, his eyes still locked on mine.
“Give it to me,” I said. “What are you waiting for?”
“I’m waiting for you.”
“Me? You gonna tease me? You trying to play a game with me?”
“No games. No teasing. I just wanna hear you say it, Audrey. Tell me what you want.”
“You know what I want—”
“I don’t know…” His thumbs continued playing along the waistband of my thong. “…I have no idea at all…”
“Fuck me… Just fuck me already, dammit—”
I gasped when he tugged my panties down. My folds exposed, I felt the wetness already leaking out of me. My whole body was warm with a slit just aching to have him inside of me.
He inched his cock closer to my entrance, teasing me with just his head. I’d had him before. I remembered just how good it felt to have him stretch me out. But I was completely sober this time.
“God…” I moaned.
This asshole…
He was driving me insane with anticipation. But I couldn’t let him have it. I couldn’t tell him I needed it so bad.
Don’t give in…
I clenched my jaw. My heart was racing. I was breathing so hard that I swore his neighbors could hear. But I didn’t say anything. I just looked into his eyes and waited for him.
“Yeah…” he sighed. “I think you’ve waited long enough.”
I stared at his cock and watched as he plunged it into me, filling me up until all I could see was his hilt. My mouth opened up so wide but nothing came out. My groan was caught in my throat for only just a second. How could I not moan from having a cock that big inside of me?
Fuck…
My eyelids flickered. My toes curled. My legs clenched. My entire body spasmed from the feeling of being filled so completely.
Micah leaned forward. He pulled his hips back slowly, leaving just the tip in me, before ramming himself back in as hard and fast as he could.
“God…”
I shut my eyes tight. I didn’t need to see him. I didn’t need to smell him or hear him. All I wanted was to feel him giving it to me the way he was giving it to me now.
Don’t stop… Please don’t stop…
I couldn’t let him hear me. I couldn’t let him know what kind of satisfaction he was giving me.
But my body had a mind of its own. My legs wrapped around the small of his back. My hands gripped his broad shoulders, my fingers squeezing tight like I was about to fall.
Micah increased his pace, grunting harder and harder with every thrust. The rhythmic slapping of his hilt pounding my folds joined the squeak of the couch cushions beneath me. Micah was drilling me like he wanted to make me a permanent fixture on his couch. And I laid there and took it every inch of it.
He pressed his muscled chest against me. His lips found mine and his tongue pushed forward between my teeth. I could barely breathe. I could barely moan. All I could give him were sloppy kisses, trying to focus.
Don’t stop… Please don’t stop…
He rubbed his hilt against my clit, stimulating me even more than I already was. The warmth building up in my stomach was beginning to spread through the rest of my body. I was shaking so bad that I thought I was gonna pass out.
“Fuck… You’re gonna make me…”
“Good,” he grunted. “Come on my cock, Audrey. Let me see you come.”
I blinked my eyes open and saw those hypnotizing gray eyes of his staring back at me. Jaw clenched. Brow dripping with sweat. His muscles hard in my grip. But those eyes… Those eyes were more intense than everything.
“Come, Audrey… Lemme see you… come…”
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nbsp; He pounded me like a jackhammer. My jaw dropped even wider. All of the moans I had were piling up in my throat. My whole body tensed up.
“Fuck…”
One last word before I held my breath and fell over the edge. My toes curled. My back arched. My nails dug into his skin. I stuck to him as my orgasm slammed into me. A giant wave just crashing into me and knocking me over. The warm pulses spread from my core and surged through my veins like fire. I spasmed on the couch underneath him. Nothing existed except for the wonderful feeling of my climax.
I held on for as long as I could before the feeling began to subside.
“Audrey…”
He grunted my name and I suddenly felt him pull out of me. I blinked my eyes open just in time to see him. I watched him wrap his fist around his swollen cock. A thick line of cum fired from his tip and splashed on my stomach. The next rope was just as generous as the previous one. Seeing Micah’s hard, sweaty body, muscles tensed and eyes focused while he jerked himself off… He was a piece of art.
I watched in awe until the last drop of his seed spilled out. He made a complete mess on my stomach.
“Damn…”
He sighed softly to himself then took a deep breath. I looked up into his eyes, just a messy heap from my orgasm. When our eyes met, I saw a smirk form on his lips. I couldn’t help but smile the same. It felt too damn good.
“You have a nice smile,” he said, his smirk slowly disappearing. “You should smile more often.”
“I…”
“I’m not trying to get anything out of it.”
“Well, you did just fuck me already, so…”
“True.”
He chuckled to himself and shook his head.
I laid on the couch to regain my senses while he got up to stretch himself out. I watched as he stared at my piece resting on the coffee table.
“Listen,” he said. “I think we should relax for a bit. As long as you’re waiting for Cain to give you your info, there’s nothing you can do.”
“I know. But… What is there to do?”
“I know a place. Don’t worry. It’ll be a lot more chill than the Grindhouse.”
Chapter 10
MICAH
Ashton was different from the other Cobras. Sure, he could get as arrogant as Rex and Teddy were. And he had more reason to be, considering he was the biggest man in the club. But he had a quiet confidence about himself. There was no satisfied smirk or condescending stare. The man gave it to me straight. Hell, the man was big enough to get his point across, so he didn’t have to say anything. People knew not to fuck with him just by looking at him.
The same went for Grant. Not because Grant had some intimidating stare or bowling balls on his arms the size of Ashton’s. No, Grant just made it a point to stick by Ashton whenever he got the chance. The two of them were as close as you could get without being brothers. I considered them my brothers just the same as the other members of the club.
Today though… Today they were giving it to me just like everybody else was. The sun was barely just starting to go down. The night hadn’t even started yet and I already had enough.
“You got fucked up,” Ashton said as he stared at me from across the table. Even though he wasn’t smiling, I knew he was joking.
“I got him as good as he got me,” I sighed.
“I hope so. You know, I’m always willing to train you. Teach you how to scrap.”
“Come on, Ash,” Grant joined in. “Give the guy a break. He doesn’t know what it’s like to fight on the streets. All he’s got is that shit they teach Grunts.”
“I don’t need any training,” I said. “I can take care of myself just fine. Ask Audrey.” I turned to her along with the rest of the table. “Go ahead. Tell ‘em how big that motherfucker was.”
“He was…” she started with a nod. “He was pretty big.”
“You hear that? Don’t worry. The motherfucker’s icing his skull right now.”
“I’m glad you got him,” Grant said. “Shooter would never let you hear the end of it if you let a Reaper get the best of you.”
“Jordan gave me enough shit already. Same with Rex. Same with Teddy. Even Doc had to give me a reminder.”
“No shit,” Ashton said. “What the fuck are you doing at the Reaper clubhouse bringing up the shit they pulled with the Triads?”
I gave Audrey a sideways glance. There was some comfort in knowing she was thinking the same thing I was.
“Just needed to get some information,” I said. “The Reapers were the only ones who had it.”
“What kind of sensitive information do they got?” Grant asked.
“You heard about that body that showed up on the river bank?”
“Yeah… I think Doc mentioned you were looking into it.”
“The kid’s name was Jamie Solomon. Turns out he spent some time at the Grindhouse. Figured it made sense to see if they knew anything. Found out he was hanging out with some guy named Pierce or Pearson or something.”
Audrey didn’t say anything. She just stared at the table, listening quietly while the two Cobras in front of me tried to figure out why I would go to a rival MC’s clubhouse.
“Never heard that name before,” Grant said.
“It’s got something to do with drugs most likely,” I said.
“No big movers and shakers in town these days. Emerson’s gone. Triads took their business elsewhere. Yakuza don’t wanna get involved. Not yet, anyway. Cartel ain’t around. There’s always a quiet after the storm.”
“That’s what I figured. This Pierce or Pearson guy. Whatever his name is. He’s probably some two-bit dealer who got involved with some small, petty shit.”
“If he knows what’s best for him, he probably skipped town already,” Ashton said.
“Yeah… Hopefully, he hasn’t. Jamie deserves justice.”
It was a calm night inside of the Bone Pit. While I sat with Audrey, Ashton and Grant, the other Cobras were scattered around the bar. The patrons were all starting to file in to get the night started. It wouldn’t be long until the music got louder, the conversations got livelier and the place smelled like whiskey and vodka.
“If someone is responsible for what happened to that kid, they’ll get what’s coming to them,” Grant said. “But there’s no need to stress yourself out so much, Mikey. Heard about the celebration Rex and Teddy threw for you down at Finn’s. Sorry Ash and I missed it.”
“It’s no big deal,” I said with a laugh. “Just another night of drinking. There’s no reason we can’t do the same.”
“I like the sound of that. Wait right here Ash and I gotta make up for lost time. Round’s on us.”
Ash and Grant excused themselves from the table. Audrey observed them like she was trying to figure them out.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“Ashton and Grant… They brothers?”
“Not brothers but practically. Ash works at a garage a few blocks from here. Same with Smoke.”
“Smoke?”
“Grant’s road name. Where there’s Smoke, there’s Ash, as the saying goes.”
“I see… And what’s your road name?”
“Don’t got one. The boys call me Mike or Mikey but it’s nothing official. I think they just like to fuck with me because I’m the newest patch. You see, Ash there… He’s the sergeant-at-arms. Smoke there is the road master. Doc is treasurer. Teddy’s secretary. Rex is VP. And Jordan over there…” I pointed to the other side of the bar. “Shooter over there is Club President.”
“How’d he get a name like Shooter?”
“Don’t know. Never asked. All I know is Jordan knows how to run the club. He wouldn’t have been voted in if that wasn’t the case.”
Audrey nodded in understanding, her eyes searching the clubhouse. I figured it was overwhelming for someone from out of town, so I didn’t hold it against her since she was probably confused.
“They’ve got some clubs in the city,” I said.
“Then you decided to come to Ivory and now you just can’t get away.”
I smiled at her. She looked back at me like she couldn’t hold her stare.
What is it?
I wanted to ask her straight up what was going through her head but I was still mostly a stranger to her.
Don’t push her.
There was no reason to hurry. I convinced myself of that. I didn’t say anything while she sat there, continuing to examine the clubhouse and taking it all in.
Ashton came back and put a few bottles of beer down in front of us.
“Cheers, brother,” he said as he held his glass up. “To the newest Cobra. Ivory Chapter.”
“Cheers,” I said.
Ashton, Audrey and I all took a sip from our drinks. I looked off to the side and saw Grant talking to some girl at the bar.
“Look at that motherfucker,” Ashton said. “Doesn’t even have the decency to salute one of his own patches. With him, it’s pussy over everything.”
“I think you’re getting him confused with Teddy,” I said, chuckling softly.
“Where do you think Teddy gets it from? I swear, those two can’t go five minutes without thinking about their dicks. Things are like fucking magnets going wherever they’re near some pussy.”
Ash took another sip of his beer, his eyes locked on Audrey.
“Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to offend present company with the language—”
“I’m not offended,” Audrey said. “You don’t have to bite your tongue because of me.”
“Good. Because if you plan on being around this place, you’re gonna be hearing a lot of honest shit. People get their feelings hurt too easily.”
“You’ll have to do a lot to hurt my feelings. And I don’t plan on being around this place too much. I…”
She glanced at me. She cut herself off but we all knew what she was getting at. I smiled to let her know there was nothing to worry about.
“Whatever,” Ashton said. “Tonight’s a celebration. I say you get as loaded as you can. My treat.”
“I’d never take advantage of another patch,” I said.