Rough Ride

by Archer, Gillian

  “Whatcha doing?” Bam’s voice rumbled above me.

  “Having sex.” I held my breath for a moment as the blunt tip of his cock nudged against my clit. That felt good, but wasn’t the right spot. Lower. “That is unless you don’t want to. I don’t want to pressure you into anything you’re not comfortable with.”

  “God, you’re driving me crazy. Let me do that.” Bam brushed my hand aside and replaced it with his own. “Are you sure, kitten? I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I wasn’t joking. We can just cuddle or whatever.”

  “Oh my god! Are you serious? Will you just fuck me already?!” I all but screamed.

  Bam laughed. “Yes, ma’am. Just checking.”

  “You’ve checked enough. I’m ready. Do you need me to sign something first?”

  “Nah, I think we’re good.” Bam looked down at me with an intense expression. “Try to relax.” He slowly pressed forward as he watched my face.

  I winced and Bam froze. “You try to relax when someone’s trying to impale you with a battering ram.”

  “How’d you think I got my road name?”

  “Are you seriously bringing up all the women you’ve banged while you’re taking my virginity?”

  It was Bam’s turn to wince as he dropped down to his elbows above me. His face hovered a few inches above mine. “Sorry. Bad joke.”

  “You think?” I winced again as Bam’s large cock pressed another inch deeper. “There is an end, right? I mean, it doesn’t go on forever, does it?”

  Bam laughed softly, and I could feel the vibrations through our joining. It wasn’t unpleasant. For that split second, it didn’t feel like he was trying to flay me alive.

  “It’s gonna be okay,” Bam whispered softly just before his lips covered mine. He kissed me softly with only his lips at first. They moved over mine like he wanted to encourage something from me, but I didn’t know what. Then he took the kiss deeper. His tongue teasingly darting into my mouth to dance with my tongue. He led me in a parry-and-thrust dance that had me breathless in moments. When I couldn’t take it any longer, I turned my head slightly and took a ragged breath. Bam kissed the tip of my nose, then pushed himself up onto his palms in an impressive display of muscles and gleaming tattoos.

  “You okay, baby?”

  It took me a beat to realize that he was seated to the hilt inside me. He’d distracted me with his naughty kiss and pressed the rest of his impressive cock inside me. I gave a test wiggle, and Bam groaned. A smile pulled at my lips at his reaction, so I wiggled again.

  “You’re okay,” Bam gruffly muttered before slowly pulling out until only the head of his cock was still inside me. It was my turn to groan.

  A moment later Bam pressed forward until our pelvises kissed. He bent his head down and kissed my lips. He continued to kiss me as he withdrew again. So slowly. Iiiiiinn and oooouut. The delicious slide of our bodies against each other, him inside of me, his chest brushing against mine, had my eyes rolling in the back of my head. It was heady and luscious—and if he kept going so slow we’d be here all night.

  It was hard to complain about that. But still, I wanted to come, and given our orgasm tally, I was certain that Bam was dying for it, too.

  Since it worked last time, I did another test wiggle. Only this time Bam froze, his cock halfway out.

  “You okay, baby?”

  I bit my lip and groaned, “Yes. Just faster, please. It feels so good.”

  That sexy-as-hell smirk curved his lips again. He picked up his slow, tortuous rhythm. “You know what they say about those who wait…”

  Rolling my eyes, I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his hips. “You know what they say about those who finish…they get an orgasm and a while later start up round two.”

  “You’re cute. You think you’ll be in any shape for another go-around?”

  “Parts of me might not, but there’s more than one way to squeeze an orgasm out of you.” My pussy clasped tight around Bam.

  “Christ, baby.” Bam rested his forehead against mine. “You’re making it hard for me to go slow and be gentle.”

  I tilted my head and nipped at his bottom lip. “You’re not listening to me. I don’t want slow and gentle.”

  With a new light in his eyes, Bam pushed himself back up at the same time his hips pulled away from me. Before I had a chance to gasp, he set up a new, faster rhythm. My thighs squeezed reflexively around him and Bam groaned. Bracing himself on one hand, Bam reached between our bodies with the other and found my clit. With a delicate touch, counter to his new brisk rhythm, he gently caressed me. My thighs quivered as sparks rained down behind my eyelids. I felt myself climbing toward that peak with every thrust of Bam’s cock and flick of his finger.

  Circle, circle, flick. Circle, circle, flick. I don’t know how he was able to be so dexterous and keep pounding away. I’d have to ask him later. Right now all I could concentrate on was my impending orgasm. I was almost there when Bam let out this sound somewhere between a groan and a roar. His hips picked up a faster a rhythm, and three thrusts later I lost it. All my muscles tightened up and fireworks popped behind my eyelids. Pure bliss sang through my bloodstream.

  Moments or hours later, I sank back into the mattress a limp noodle, unable to move or to think. Sometime during my endless orgasm, Bam must’ve come because he was frozen above me, his weight still supported by his large and strong arms.

  I blearily blinked up at him and gave him a drunken smile. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, kitten.” He slowly withdrew his cock and after a beat, sank it back inside me.

  “You’re not…you didn’t…” I flushed as I tried and failed to find the words.

  “Felt fucking amazing, you squeezing me so tight, but I didn’t want to miss a moment of you coming in my bed with me inside you for the first time.”

  If it were possible my body melted a bit more with his sweet words. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his hips as I held on and let him ride. His breath came out in choppy, uneven huffs. I tilted my head and nipped at his earlobe, breathing hotly into his ear as I made my first-ever attempt at dirty talk.

  “That was so fucking hot. I don’t think I’ve ever come as hard as that last time. Feeling your big, hard cock inside my body as I fell to pieces? Hot. You are the only man to ever be inside. You. And only you.”

  Bam was like a pile driver now, pounding inside my body. The wet slap of our flesh competed with the sound of our panting breaths. And I loved every second of it. The fact that I was the one who’d driven this hot, tough man into a mindless puddle of need was overwhelming. Awe-inspiring. Empowering.

  I couldn’t wait to do it again.

  But first Bam had to come. I flexed my hands on his broad back and scraped my fingernails lightly down his flesh.

  Bam let out a muted roar and thrust inside me one more time. He dropped his forehead down on mine and groaned fiercely. Unable to control my body, my pussy grasped reflexively around him as my nipples tingled. Bam groaned again, softer this time, then kissed the side of my mouth.

  “You are gonna be the death of me, kitten.”

  “We wouldn’t want that,” I whispered back. “We’ve only just started having fun.”

  “Christ, I’ve created a monster.”

  Judging by the grin on Bam’s face, I don’t think he minded.

  “Hold that thought. I gotta go take care of a few things.” Bam grasped himself, then slowly withdrew from my body. After scuttling to the side of the bed, he swung off and disappeared out the door in an impressive show of muscles and adorable tush.

  I wiggled in the bed with the biggest grin on my face as I ducked under the covers. That had been the singularly most amazing moment of my life. Bam was so sweet and tough and thoughtful. I don’t know why I’d been running fro
m him for so long. But that stopped as of today. There was no way I’d ever run from Bam again. I wanted to be with him. Understand what made him tick. See that soft anguished expression on his face when he orgasmed. Know that I was the one who’d made him feel that way. I couldn’t wait to experience it all again.

  “Not so fast, kitten.”

  I froze at Bam’s commanding voice coming from the doorway. Had I done something wrong? What was going on?

  “We gotta clean you up before we can go to sleep. Come with me.”

  It wasn’t exactly a request, given his commanding voice and the way he swept me up into his arms and then over his shoulder.

  “Bam! Oh my god! Put me down. You’re gonna drop me!”

  “Aww, kitten. Never. Not gonna let you go, now that I’ve got you.” He smacked my bottom. “Now shut up and let me take care of you.”

  “Fine.” I rolled my eyes and huffed, but I had a feeling Bam could hear the smile in my voice. He certainly couldn’t see it on my face.

  He slapped my butt again, and I squealed as he carried me out of the bedroom.

  Chapter 15

  Bam

  The driving guitar rhythm of Metallica’s “Enter Sandman”—and my ringtone—woke me the next morning. I rolled over to grab it, but my body stopped because I’d run into something. I opened my eyes and swiped at the hair in my face as I took in the object in my bed that I’d rolled into. Make that someone. Amber. My ringtone faded and a loud beep sounded. But I ignored it as the night before came back to me in flashes. The threats from my Brothers. The way Amber had looked, all barefoot and innocent in my apartment. The way her lips had tasted. The soft keening noise she’d made when she came. All of it.

  Amber snuffled as she burrowed into the blankets, and I smiled. I didn’t regret my decision. Whatever hell the guys unleashed on me later would be worth it. The fact that this amazing, giving, gorgeous woman had chosen me made me feel ten feet tall. I’d do whatever it took to be the man she thought I was.

  “Enter Sandman” started up again and tore me from my thoughts of Amber and showers and sex. Reaching across her, I grabbed my phone and hit ignore before the sound could wake her. A beat later someone pounded on my front door. Maybe the hell from my Brothers was coming sooner than later. I pushed off the bed with a weary sigh and grabbed my crumpled pants from the floor at the foot of the bed.

  “I know you’re there, asshole.” A muffled male voice boomed. “Open the damn door.”

  Christ. They seriously couldn’t wait until I had a cup of coffee before they beat my ass down? I gently closed the bedroom door behind me and hoped that Amber slept through the coming onslaught. No need to worry her. In the hallway I hopped into my jeans, leaving the buttons undone. I didn’t bother with a shirt. If this went the way I thought it’d go, I didn’t want to get blood on my tee. That shit was hard to get out.

  Pound. Pound. Pound. “Fucking open the door!”

  I bypassed the peephole. I didn’t recognize the asshole’s voice, but there was little doubt as to how I knew him. It sure as hell wasn’t my boss cursing at my door. Fuck, hopefully the guys gave me a second to call in to work first. I didn’t want to pull a no-call no-show. I needed my fucking job.

  “All right, let’s get this over with,” I muttered as I pulled the door open.

  Only it wasn’t an angry group of Brothers at my door, or even one. Instead, our club lawyer, Harry Hastings, stood in front of me with a disgruntled expression.

  “Fuck, boy, don’t you ever answer your damn phone?” He grumbled as he pushed me aside and strode into my apartment.

  “What the hell is going on? Since when do attorneys make house calls?” I shut the door and turned to find Harry making himself at home on my sofa as he dug through his briefcase.

  “Since you don’t answer your damn phone. I’ve called you ten times in three days. You think maybe that means I want to talk to you about something?”

  I didn’t have any outstanding warrants, and I’d been so busy with Amber’s shit, I hadn’t given Harry’s calls much thought. Apparently that’d been a mistake. I wasn’t a stranger to warrants and arrests, although all of my crimes were petty in nature—shoplifting as a teen, a few assaults here and there—nothing to warrant a house call from our club attorney. Fuck me. That wasn’t good.

  I cleared my throat uncomfortably. “Sorry, man. There’s a lot going on. Uh, what’s the emergency?”

  Harry slapped a stack of papers on my coffee table. “Your mother’s attorney called my office last week and is threatening to file a petition to challenge your grandmother’s will on the grounds of ‘undue influence.’ She’s claiming that you—and I quote—‘the thugs in his gang’ forced your grandmother to sign over everything to you, thereby leaving her out of the will.”

  I rubbed at the back of my neck and scowled. “That’s fucking bullshit.”

  “It’s smart is what it is. Litigation takes time and money. This way she is only out the initial attorney’s fees for making her threat and isn’t delaying the probate process. Yet. We have one week to respond, and if it’s not the way she wants, she’s threatening to file an official petition.”

  “What are we facing then?”

  “If she goes through with it? A typical will contest can cost between ten and fifteen thousand dollars in legal fees. A fight can easily take one to two years—or longer, especially if the case goes to trial. You have to decide whether the estate is large enough to justify the expense. It might be easier to placate your mother by giving her a part of the estate. With a little back-and-forth we can have this cleared up by the end of the week, and then probate can go forward with no fuss.”

  I shook my head. “Treatment ate up my grandma’s savings. Aside from her house and a few odds and ends, there’s not much to fight over. I’ve been paying the property tax out of my own pocket since before she even died. I don’t know what the hell my mom’s fighting for.”

  “You mean the property in Tahoe? How much is that worth today?”

  “The casinos in Tahoe have cratered because of the reservation casinos popping up in California. Property values have plummeted. I doubt it’d bring more than two hundred thousand.”

  Harry raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like something worth fighting for to me.”

  “And I’ll be damned if I let her have it. That bitch deserted me. She didn’t give a fuck when her own mother was dying and having chemicals pumped into her to try to fight it off. I’m gonna see Grandma’s final wishes through. That bitch gets nothing.”

  Harry sighed. “I kinda thought you’d say that. I’ll contact her attorney and tell him that you’re not budging. It might just be an idle threat on her part. Do you know if your mom has the money to go forward with the petition?”

  “I think I’ve seen her a grand total of five times in the last year. Once she picked a fight with my grandma after chemo, once she stopped by to steal a necklace, then she made a scene at the funeral to fake cry over the casket, and she ran into me at the Mother Lode Casino a couple weeks back and threatened to sue over the will. So, four times. Judging by the theft, I’d say she doesn’t have the money and is blowing hot air, but who knows? Maybe she has a new sugar daddy to support her and her wild schemes. She always did in the past. She could be sleeping with this fucking attorney of hers for all I know.”

  Harry smirked. “Sounds like a lovely woman. I just need you to sign here to verify that I will be the attorney on record in the case if this goes any further, and that the club will cover any expenses.”

  Fuck. I cleared my throat awkwardly. “Uh, and what if the club doesn’t want to pay your fees with this?”

  “I handle this kinda shit all the time for you guys. It’s no hassle. Now getting Reb’s not-so-ex-wife declared legally dead and him the beneficiary of her estate—that was a shit ton of hassle. This is a cakewalk in comparison.�
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  I nodded like I knew what he was talking about, but the shit with Reb’s ex-wife was before my time. I just knew that after she hooked up with the VP of our rival club, some shit went down with them, and no one had seen her since.

  I rubbed the back of my neck where a stubborn knot had formed in addition to a wicked headache. “If this ends up coming out of my pocket, how much are we talking as far as your fee goes? My standing in the club might be kinda shaky right now.”

  A loud merrrrooow sounded from the other end of the room, toward the hallway, and Harry swiveled. His eyes widened as he sucked in a breath. “Right. I can see that.”

  I turned, too, and found Amber standing at the edge of the room with Pixie burrowed into her arms. But it wasn’t the cat that held our attention. Amber was wearing one of my black T-shirts, and it fit her like a dress, hanging down almost to her thighs, but still somehow left a lot of long, smooth leg exposed. Her hair was tousled like she’d been rolling around in a bed all night, and honestly I couldn’t wait to get her back into it.

  Harry cleared his throat. “I gotta tell you, kid, privilege gets a little murky when someone else is paying your legal fees. I mean, I can’t—”

  “They know Amber’s here, Harry.” I cut in. “It’s fine. But I think you see why my standing in the club is shaky.”

  “Do you want me to put some coffee on, Bam?” Amber’s voice was husky first thing in the morning, and brought to mind all sorts of wicked thoughts.

  “Thanks, baby. Could you feed Pixie, too?” It took all my resolve, but I stayed on the couch and didn’t devour her like I really fucking wanted to.

  “None for me, thanks. We’re almost through here.” Harry threw a professional smile at Amber, his eyes staying on her face. After clearing his throat, he turned back to me, his poker face in place. “Okay, how about we hold off on the paperwork for now? I’ll have a talk with Reb and make sure that he wants to cover my fees on this matter. I’ll also call your mother’s attorney, regardless of who’s paying, and replay your stance to him. I’ll contact you before the end of the week to let you know our progress. Any questions?”