by KB Winters
“Much fucking better,” she said with a sexy smile as she propped up on her elbows to watch me undress. “I approve. Keep going.”
A laugh escaped my burning lips but I kept my moves slow and deliberate. My shirt was still on the table in her camper so I kicked off my shoes as my hands went to my belt.
“For fuck’s sake Jeremiah!”
Another laugh erupted out of me at her outraged tone but when Vivi fell back against the bed, her fingers slid between her thighs, exposing a swollen pink pussy, glistening with her juices. Pulsing and aching for me, I just knew it. I groaned and reached for her ankle, my pants forgotten in my need to taste her. To make her moan. To bring this bad ass woman to her knees. “You want something, Vivi?”
She nodded, her gaze transfixed by the sight of my dark hand crawling up her pale thigh and I couldn’t deny the sight was amazing. The stark contrast making my cock harder. I gripped her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed, making her gasp. “Yeah. You.”
I dove between her thighs, licking her slick pussy like I was a starving man and she was my last fucking meal. Sweet and sticky, tangy and tasty as fuck, I licked her, I sucked her, and my tongue fucked her until she was moaning and crying, writhing and bucking under me. I loved a responsive woman and Vivi’s voice and body told me everything I did was right.
When her hands palmed my head and pushed me against her as she pushed herself into my mouth, I sank one finger in slowly and sucked her clit. “Oh fuck, fuck! Fuck, Jeremiah!”
There was something so fucking satisfying hearing her call out my given name as she fell apart, convulsing and clenching around my finger as she rubbed her pussy all over me. I kept sucking her clit, slow and long to draw out her orgasm.
Waiting for her to surrender.
She came twice more before she did. “Okay! Fucking hell, okay!” I kept going until I heard the magic word. “Please. Fuck!”
I chuckled and stood up, staring at her flushed skin and heaving chest. I caught a flash of vibrant purples and blues on her left hip and cocked an eyebrow. “What’s the tat?”
She rolled her eyes. “Less talking, more getting naked.” We stared at each other for a long time until I gave in, unzipping my pants and pushing them to the floor. “It’s a Phoenix’s tail.”
It was appropriate. She was indestructible, rising from the wreckage of those trying to burn her down. But I was done with questions about anything other than how she wanted me to fuck her as I climbed on the bed. “I’ll check it out more carefully later.”
“Good idea,” she whispered and wrapped her legs around me as my cock sank into her wet pussy. “Yes,” she hissed slowly until I was balls deep.
It felt so fucking good I just knelt there, weight on my hands to let the feel of her sink in. Hot as hell, tight as fuck and wet enough for a good fuck, Vivi’s pink pussy was perfect. And impatient. She dug her heels into my ass and I pulled out and then slammed in. “Shit you’re so tight.”
“I use small vibrators,” she said with a smirk.
“Smart ass.” She was a smart ass and I knew exactly how to stop the next comment forming on those soft red lips. Vivi seemed like a woman who loved a good hard fuck. The harder I fucked her, the louder she screamed, the wetter her pussy grew and the harder it squeezed me.
“Oh shit! Yes!” She hung on as I thrusted into her like a man on a mission. What the mission was I had no fucking clue, all I knew was that her pussy felt too good to stop and when she came again, I didn’t stop.
My cock wouldn’t listen to reason, pounding hard and deep. Slow and deep. Fast and deep, my cock couldn’t get enough of Vivi. Not when she came the second time and I put her ankles on my shoulder. Not when I fucked her so good she came all over my cock and my bed. “Vivi,” I told her in a warning and she squeezed me tighter. “Fuck.”
“Yes. Fuck me. Harder.”
My control snapped and I reared up on my knees, spreading her wide so I could watch as my cock disappeared into her swollen pink opening. Over and over, I was hypnotized by the move until my spine began to tingle and my balls grew tight. “Viv,” I groaned and leaned over so our bodies were smashed together.
“You’re close. I can feel how hard you just got,” she whispered as my hips moved faster and faster. The rush of liquid from her body so hot and slick I couldn’t hold out any longer and my orgasm shot out of my body in a violent convulsion that shook the whole bed.
“Oh fuck, Viv.” Her pussy pulsed at the way I said her name. “Shit,” I whimpered, every muscle turned to rubber as I collapsed into her neck.
She laughed. “Don’t think that sex, no matter how amazing, will distract me from what I need to do.”
I managed to lift my head. I didn’t think it would, but she didn’t need to know that. “Amazing, huh?”
She rolled her eyes but the smile on her face said exactly what I needed to hear.
Chapter Eight
Vivi
I thought spending the day in bed with Jag’s body as my playground would have made me relaxed and calm. I was wrong. After a few hours of deep, dreamless sleep I woke up around six in the morning with sore limbs and one little thought niggling over and over in my brain.
My contact. Bob. Bob had contacted me again about six months ago to decrypt the external hard drive but hadn’t been in touch since. None of my calls were returned, not even the threatening ones. But this morning, for some fucking reason, I got it in my head to find out what the fuck was going on. So I called Bob again. Three times.
Bob didn’t answer. Instead of leaving more irate messages, I grabbed my keys and my I.D. because I needed some fresh air. Some distance from Jag and all the thoughts racing through my mind. I needed my bike, dammit.
It took nearly an hour to get to the storage facility by bus where I hid my bike because apparently Las Vegas traffic was as bad as New York. The moment my two wheels hit the pavement though, everything else disappeared. No one was chasing me with plans to do who the fuck knew what with me. There were no distractions from my work and my adventures, and especially no tall, dark and deadly hot hacker with a military background. None of it mattered as I wove through traffic in an attempt to get on the freeway in this sea of streets that all led back to the cluster of casinos. The city’s bread and butter was not what I wanted or needed right now.
Nope, I needed a long stretch of road where I could rev the engine and focus on nothing but the blur of the passing road. Riding was my favorite thing to do when I wasn’t locked in my house working. And I rode for hours with the sun steadily rising at my back, I rode until all the thoughts and worries…all the fucking noise disappeared and left nothing but the facts.
Suddenly my mind went back about seven years ago when I’d taken a few college classes for shits and giggles. And to prove I could, of course.
I took a journalism class and the professor, whose name I couldn’t remember, said something that came back to me when my mind was decluttered. Figuring out every story means figuring out the six major questions: Who, what, where, when, how and why. I already knew who—or I thought I did—and I knew what. Basically. But I needed to know why it was such a problem that I’d seen what I saw. If I could figure that out, I could beat this fucker at his own game.
Assuming said fucker was Governor Blaise and not the gangster who looked like he’d smack his own mother if there was some benefit to it. Otherwise, I was totally fucked.
My back started to ache from riding too long, so I stopped at a greasy spoon diner for a bowl of chili and got back on the road, energized to figure this shit out. Optimism was totally out of character for me and that should have been a clue that something was about to spoil my almost good mood.
I’d spotted a shiny red pickup truck on my ass ever since I’d left the diner and he was following too damn close. Not that anyone with a ride that flashy could ever be accused of being subtle, but he was doing a piss poor job of remaining unseen, which meant I needed to put some distance between us. I gunned the
engine and split between a big rig and a minivan, speeding ten cars ahead. But this time of day, the traffic was light, and the big red asshole was gaining on me.
I slowed down, staying between the right and middle lanes and switching it up whenever he got too close. And when he was right on my ass, I sped up and flew around a curve hoping that I would lose him but once again the universe conspired against me and he was right there. My speedometer needle jerked past ninety miles and it continued to climb but there was a curve up ahead and I needed to slow down.
But I couldn’t. He was gaining on me but speeding up was certain death where this asshole was…uncertain. “Shit!” The impact was brief and jarring, and just enough to make my bike tire stop and then spin until the whole bike was out of control and careening down a ravine. It was no more than twenty or thirty feet but even with my leathers on it hurt like a motherfucker. Especially when my helmet was kindly stopped by a giant rock.
The only thing I could think of as I lay there trying to catch my breath was that I fucking hurt and I wasn’t going to die out here.
I held my breath for ninety seconds when a car came to a stop above. I assumed it was the red truck douchebag making sure he scared or killed me. I stayed as still as I could, waiting for the sound of footsteps on the dry grass and graveled path I just skidded down. But they never came. At the seventieth second the door slammed shut and the engine gunned but still, I waited until the ninety second mark. “Fuck.”
My chest heaved, and I focused on my legs first, to see if I felt any broken bones. My toes wiggled, and I exhaled. Thank the Man above. Both of my arms were intact, so I slowly slid off my helmet and got up on my knees and looked around. “Fuck!”
I searched for my phone that had flown from my pocket and saw it about ten feet away. I rolled over to my phone, afraid to get up. My body could go into shock any minute and I had to get a hold of Jag before that happened.
My hands shook so bad it took nearly a minute just to get the fingerprint unlock on my phone to work. When it opened I took a deep breath and squeezed my eyes shut until I saw stars. I needed to concentrate. To focus. There were no details to recall other than the flashy red pickup with the extended cab. I spoke the details into the notepad app when a thought occurred to me and I slid back over to my bike. There was no way in hell those guys had found me by accident.
I searched behind the tail light, the fender and even the goddamn safety bar before I found what I was looking for. A tracker. It was no bigger than a SIM card and wasn’t even pro or military grade. Cheap fuckers. I shoved it in my pocket and called Jag.
“Since your camper is still here I assume you didn’t run?”
He was such a ballbuster. “You know what happens when you assume, Jeremiah.” A groan came out when I tried to stand and I was starting to think maybe I was more banged up than I realized. “Do you know the name of a tow company?”
He was quiet for a second, probably trying to figure me out. Good luck. I’d been trying to figure that shit out all my life. “Gunnar has a towing company in town. He can take care of you.”
“No. I don’t want a company associated with your club.” I realized how that sounded after I said it. “I didn’t mean it like that, just give me the name of another? Please?”
“Fine. Where are you?”
“I don’t even know. I’ll text you from my GPS app.”
“Okay, I’ll be right there.”
He hung up and I texted my GPS location to him. I fell back on the ground and rolled my eyes, laughing on the inside at the absurdity of my life now. Chasing down a man I’d never met but crushed on and dodging a possible government conspiracy out to kill me for a few photos. It sounded batshit crazy to me and I was living it. Or I was in the matrix, which could be kind of cool since it would mean none of this was real, but that would mean last night with Jeremiah wasn’t real either.
Damn. My head hurt. Was I dreaming?
The sound of a motorcycle engine grew closer and stopped and I knew it was Jag. Then he spoke and confirmed my suspicions. “What in the hell happened? I’ll call the ambulance.”
“No! You can’t!” I looked up at a very worried and very ruggedly handsome face. “How’d you get here so fast?”
“Shit,” he grumbled and with impressive speed jogged down the ravine and knelt down beside me. “Are you okay? Fuck, Vivi. Talk to me. Did you hit your head?” His hands felt nice even though his touch was medical not intimate.
“I’m talking. I had my helmet on. I’m okay, just banged up.” His big strong hands were warm against my skin, roaming to check my head, my neck, my ribs. “Quit trying to cop a feel.”
His lips smirked at me, but his eyes glared. “I’m just making sure you don’t have any broken bones.”
“I don’t.” I smacked his hands away because they felt too good and because when Jag was being all sweet and concerned and shit, he reminded me of the boy I loved until he left me. “Did you call the tow truck?”
“I did but your bike is thrashed.”
Typical guy. “Yeah, I know.” He gave me an odd look, probably expecting an explanation but I just stared at him. To be stubborn sure, but he was nice to look at. Very nice.
“Let me help you,” he said. But instead of waiting for me to agree, he scooped me in his arms like I weighed nothing, and I weighed a lot more than nothing. I was five-seven with more ass and tits than I needed, so again, I weighed a lot more than nothing. But the way he carried me up the ravine without breaking a sweat or heaving for air turned me on. Or maybe it was just him. Jag. He smelled like a man. A real man who got his hands dirty and had dirt streaked on his face.
“You smell good.”
He smirked. “You definitely hit your head if you’re giving me a compliment.”
I frowned. “I said you were beautiful.”
Jag let out a snort. “Only because you wanted my dick.”
That made me grin. “It worked. But you are. Beautiful, I mean.” Shit, I did hit my head. And it hurt like a mother fucker.
By the time we got to the road the tow truck had arrived.
“You can ride with me,” he said. He led me to his bike and set me down on a nearby boulder before going to talk to the tow truck guy like I was some little lady who needed to be handled.
“Don’t try to manage me, Jeremiah!” He didn’t respond, and I sat there for what felt like forever and then finally, we were moving. “I could have taken care of that myself.”
“You’re welcome, Vivi,” he called over his shoulder. “Stubborn ass woman.”
Stubborn was a word I’d heard a lot, but most people weren’t as polite as Jag and preferred the word bitch. “I’ll be right back,” I told him when we got to the towing company.
“I don’t think so.” He grabbed my arm. “You may be capable and stubborn and probably deadly, but right now you may be in shock and also have a concussion. I’ll stay close.”
“But I’ll—”
“Handle it,” he finished with a patient smile. “Got it.”
Ugh, why did he have to be devilishly hot but sweet as pie? I couldn’t let those girlhood dreams bubble up just because he was being nice. I still didn’t know the new Jag. “Good.”
At the counter, the guy who’d towed my bike leaned close trying to get a good look at my tits. I didn’t care, as long as he didn’t touch. “Not much I can do tonight but write up a ticket for the tow.”
I nodded and stuck my chest out a little more. “That’s fine, it’s just … do you have any loaner cars here?” His gaze slid down and then with some effort, back up to my face.
“We do but we only issue ’em between eight and seven.” The guy, Dennis his coveralls said, seemed genuinely beat up about it. Probably hoping I’d blow him to get an eighties Corvette or something. “But you can look around a minute and if you find one you like I’ll make sure they hold it for ya.”
“Really?” I leaned forward with a grateful smile as he nodded, his gaze no longer even preten
ding my face held any interest. “Thank you so much, Dennis. I’ll be right back okay?” He nodded, licking his lips and probably doing God only knows what to me in his mind.
“Yeah, sure thing sweetheart.”
I rolled my eyes because old guys like that just couldn’t help themselves. He could jerk off in the shower to my tits while his wife read the latest tie-me-up-and-fuck-me-hard romance novels in the bedroom. It was the least I could do for the institution of marriage.
The loaner lot wasn’t all that big with maybe twenty cars. Most were mid to high range sedans that probably belonged to people with families. And then I saw it, there in the back, the perfect car. An older model Crown Vic, desperately in need of service but still active. It would throw them off my scent and maybe land them in a fuck ton of trouble.
“You could have just told me what you were up to.” Jag’s voice was right behind me and when I stood my ass brushed against him.
“Don’t sneak up on me!” I turned to face him and knelt down, never taking my eyes off Jag as I placed the tracker just above the rear tire.
“I didn’t sneak, I walked.” He stood closer, his denim covered cock just inches from my mouth. My watering mouth. “Come on, spy girl.” He held his hand out and I took it, ignoring the sizzle snaking from my palm to his.
“That’s spy woman to you.”
He smiled but there was something else on his mind. “You could have just told me your plan.”
“And have you try to talk me out of it? It was easier this way.”
“For you, maybe.”
“Yeah well, I’m the one who was run off the road by a big red monster truck.”
His expression changed, and he stayed quiet as I said an enthusiastic goodbye to Dennis and left to get on his bike.
“You could have been killed.”
“Duh, I think that was kind of the point.”
“You think you’re ok to ride? Not going to hurt too much? I can get us a car.”
I threw my leg cautiously over the bike and sat down. “I’m fine. Let’s just go home.”
Jag stayed silent for the entire ride back to his place, which was a long ride, because it wasn’t on the Vegas side of Mayhem. He killed the engine and stepped off his bike silently, holding my hand with a gentle kind of intensity I didn’t know how to take. Not with my head so fuzzy and my body so achy.