“As fucking fantastic as that sounds, I’m on a hair trigger, baby. Plus a BJ with a PA piercing is a little more tricky than you’d think. Why don’t we just skip straight to the main event?” Reb tossed me back onto the bed with hardly any effort on his part. Bracing himself above me, he stared down at me with that devilish twinkle in his eye. “I really wanted to get reacquainted with these two beauties here.”
I moaned as he bent his head and caught my nipple in his lips. Suckling deeply, he groaned his contentment as I felt an answering pang between my legs. He scraped his teeth against my throbbing hard nipple and I could only arch closer to him. He made me feel so many things—all of them good—that I wanted more. More of him. More of this.
He gave my nipple one last tug, then made a nipping trail to my other breast and continued to torment me with a mixture of his lips, tongue, and teeth.
Two could play at this game. While he was doing his level best to distract me, I licked my forefinger, then ran it between our bodies until I found what I was looking for. With a soft touch, I gently caressed the sensitive underside of his cock. I found that gathering of skin where his piercing ended and ran my finger back and forth over it.
Reb let go of my nipple with a soft pop. “You keep that up and I’m gonna paint my cum all over your gorgeous body. And I really wanna feel that hot, hungry pussy milking my dick.”
His rough words shouldn’t have turned me on so much, but I arched into him, seeking either relief or him making good on his threat. At this point I wasn’t sure which I wanted more. The thought of him spraying me with his cum was so freaking hot.
“Ah, my baby likes that? I’ll have to remember that for later. In the meantime…” He pulled away, and I immediately mourned the loss of his warm body on top on mine. There was some rustling noise, and then he was back.
I opened my eyes and saw him between my splayed legs rolling a condom on his large cock. No longer afraid of his considerable girth, I arched back like a sex kitten. Reb’s eyes flared as he stared at my chest. Condom on, he kneeled on the bed between my legs and bent down to take my lips in a smoldering kiss. I clasped his head with one hand and opened my lips to his probing tongue.
After a moment he pulled back and nipped my bottom lip. “I want you to watch me taking you. Watch my cock sliding into your hungry, grasping pussy.”
I could only moan as my hips arched toward his unconsciously. I wanted that. I wanted whatever he was willing to give me. As long as it was now!
“Open your eyes, baby. I want you to watch.”
My eyelashes fluttered, and I looked up to his face, but his gaze was focused lower down, between our bodies where he probed between my legs with his condom-covered cock. Fascinated, I watched as he slowly advanced, pushing centimeters into me only to pull back once more. He kept up his teasing approach, advancing and retreating until I was crazy with desire.
“Just fuck me already!” I wrapped a hand around the back of his hips and pulled him down as I arched up and took the full breadth and depth of his cock.
And felt full. Earlier I’d been worrying about just how we’d fit together, but I guess his teasing approach acclimated me to his colossal cock. I giggled at my alliteration.
“Told you, baby. Grasping pussy.” His laugh joined mine while he waited for my body to adjust. Then he dipped his head and gave me a gentle kiss. His lips moved softly over mine until tears burned the back of my eyes.
Pulling his head back, he stared into my eyes as his hips finally started to move. We looked into each other’s eyes as he slowly moved inside me. I couldn’t read his emotions exactly. Where before he burned red hot with desire, now he was…softer.
Emotion welled up within me but was quickly overtaken by the desire burning between us. I closed my eyes as I felt my orgasm approaching. “Oh God. Oh Reb. Please.”
He groaned and dropped his head onto the hollow of my throat as he picked up the tempo. His thrusts grew harder, deeper. I lifted my hips to his and bit down on his earlobe. He answered by pounding harder. Two more thrusts and I was hovering on the precipice. Reb lifted his head, and looking straight into my eyes, he reached between our bodies, found my clit, and did that magic move of his—and I lost it.
I moaned as my pussy quaked around his still-thrusting cock. It was sensory overload. I tried to roll away, but he held firm to my hips and a few thrusts later he followed me over the edge. He dropped his head down on my shoulder and shuddered with his climax.
I lay there, my heart racing. I couldn’t even begin to wrap my head around the emotions coursing through me. It’d been the singular most explosive moment of my life. But in a good way.
Was sex always like that with Reb? Because it never had been for me. Usually it was awkward, followed by uncomfortable, and finally disappointing. But not this time. Just now with Reb?
“Wow,” I whispered.
Reb grunted in reply before he lumbered up from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.
I tried not to let his lack of tact bug me, but the doubts immediately started to circle. Hadn’t it been good for him, too? If he could get up and walk right after, I didn’t think it could’ve been as earth-shattering for him as it’d been for me.
Oh God, what if hadn’t been good for him?
I mean, obviously he’d gotten off. He was on his way to deal with the condom. But what if it hadn’t been as good as what he was used to? What if it hadn’t been much better than jerking himself off?
That last one was too soul-crushing to acknowledge.
The water shut off in the bathroom, alerting me to Reb’s imminent reappearance. I swiped at my damp cheeks, then rolled over to bury my head in my pillow. I really didn’t want him to know I’d been crying. God, what was wrong with me?
The bed jostled as Reb climbed back in. Wrapping an arm around my torso, he dragged me back until my bottom rested in the cradle of his pelvis. And just like that all my worries dissolved. His warmth surrounded me and I could feel the reassuring thud of his heartbeat against my back. My big, bad biker was a cuddler.
Although something told me I’d never be able to convince him to be the little spoon.
“Mmmm,” he rumbled as his breath tickled the back of my neck. “You still okay with me staying over? I wanna be close by tonight for Tucker.”
“Yeah, I don’t mind you staying. After three orgasms I kinda think you’ve earned it.”
Reb huffed with laughter and my lips curved at the sound.
This just felt…right. Like this was where I was supposed to be. In bed with a biker. Who would’ve thought?
“Reb?”
“Hmmm?” He sounded sleepy.
“Thank you.” I burrowed deeper into the pillow and his body and a few minutes later I was asleep.
Chapter 11
Reb
Wasn’t it supposed to be chicks who screwed up perfectly good sex with feelings?
If there was one thing on this earth Reb didn’t wanna do, it was examine his feelings. He’d rather get saddled with a wiring job alone on a Saturday night. Hell, he’d rather walk into Horseplay, the Saddletramps’ hangout bar, with no backup.
Actually that last one sounded like a fucking good time.
And yet as he lay there in Emily’s bed, he couldn’t sleep. All he could do was think—about his feelings, of all things—because tonight with Emily had rocked the foundation of his world. He wasn’t ready for another relationship. Hell, he wasn’t totally clear of his last one. He was supposed to be living it up at the club, getting blow jobs from random chicks and fucking like there was no tomorrow.
And he had, for a few months after Rhonda. He’d spent the better part of a month at the end of a bottle, and then the next few inside any random, willing woman. But it hadn’t helped. It hadn’t filled the void inside him. The only thing that’d come close was when he spent time with his son. Damn, he loved that kid. But even Tucker couldn’t make him whole. Nothing had come close. Until tonight. With Emily.
He really did
n’t want to examine that any closer. It was too soon. Fuck, he’d said after Rhonda he’d never get tangled up with another woman again.
And yet the thought circled his head, stealing his thoughts and his sleep until there was nothing he could do but stare at the ceiling.
It was gonna be a long fucking night.
—
Three hours later—Reb knew because he’d been awake for all of them—his cellphone blared the opening notes to AC/DC’s “Highway to Hell.” Diving off the bed, he wrestled his phone out of his jeans, then hit the accept button to silence his ring tone. He put his phone to his ear and turned to look at Emily, still sleeping the deep sleep of the innocent.
“What?”
Zag didn’t bother with pleasantries. “We’ve got a problem, Reb. Rookies dropped the ball tonight.”
“Where?”
“Your place.”
“Motherfuckers. I’ll be there in ten.” Reb ended the call without saying anything more. Both he and his sergeant at arms, Zag, knew it was important to keep details light on phone calls. Even though they changed burner cells every few weeks, there was always a chance that one or more phones were bugged. Goddamn pigs. They wouldn’t be happy until all his boys were behind bars.
Although, depending on what shit was going down at his house tonight, that was a distinct possibility.
Reb quickly and quietly pulled on his clothes. The whole time, he stared at Emily still sleeping safe and sound in her bed. He couldn’t believe he was here with her. All those days in the hospital while Reb sat with Jessica, he’d seen Emily. Often. They’d hardly said a dozen words to each other.
But that didn’t mean he hadn’t noticed her.
Still bitter over the collapse of his marriage only weeks before and the ugly words Rhonda had thrown at him, he’d spent the better part of his hospital visits surreptitiously scoping out Emily. She made him think of apple pie and cheerleaders. Smart, sweet, and too damn young for a forty-two-year-old man like him. But still he watched. And saw how she went out of her way to make her friend comfortable or tease Jessica’s nephew when the hospital jargon got scary. She took care of people. If anything, it made her even more attractive.
She was the opposite of his ex. Way too good for a busted-up, soon-to-be-divorced biker like him.
But he had her now and there was no fucking way on this earth he was letting her go without a fight.
He debated briefly not telling her he had to go, but the thought of her waking up alone and not knowing where he was didn’t sit right with him. So he crossed the room and stared down at her angelic face. Christ, she looked even sweeter in her sleep. Innocent. Safe.
He vowed that she’d always feel that. Reaching over, he gently shook her shoulder. “Emily?”
Her eyes slit open, and she flinched. She recoiled and pulled the covers up to her chin before she realized who the dark shadow leaning over her bed was. “Reb?”
“Yeah, baby. It’s me.” It fucking killed him that that was her reaction to him. “Sorry I had to wake you up, but I gotta go.”
“Wait. Huh? What’s going on?” Emily sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. The quilt fell into her lap, leaving her gorgeous breasts out in all their glory.
Suddenly Reb wished he’d turned on a lamp. The dim shaft of light coming in from the window wasn’t enough to appreciate Emily in all her naked glory. But he had a damn good memory and his gaze couldn’t rise above her chest. He wasn’t a fucking saint, after all. “I got some club business to take care of. You gonna be okay tonight, or should I call someone to come over?”
“Wait. Why?” Emily shook her head and seemed to gather herself. “I’ll be fine. I’ve lived on my own for over ten years. I don’t need a babysitter.”
Reb gritted his teeth as he finally looked at her face and took in her defiant expression. He didn’t have the time to go toe-to-toe with Emily about her living conditions in light of her stalker and her damn tenacity.
“Fine. But I need you to hang around tomorrow in case Tucker needs you. I’ll be by at five to pick him up for my visitation.”
“Sure.” Emily pushed her hand through her long blond hair. “Wait, no. I’ve gotta work.”
Reb stared back at her silently.
“Work? You know, that thing we normal people do to pay the bills? That thing I blew off today? I can’t call in every day. I gotta work tomorrow.”
“Right. Shit. Fine. I’ll have one of the prospects hang out and watch the place.”
“Good plan. Tucker needs someone to look after him.”
And so do you. It fucking killed Reb not to say the words, but he knew better than to bait a woman. Especially if he wanted to be in her bed again anytime soon.
“Yeah. What time are you off work? I want you to stay at my place this weekend.”
Emily’s eyes grew wide. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. This—with us—is so new. If it doesn’t work out, Tucker will be—”
“My problem. He’s my kid. I’ll deal with whatever the fallout is. So we good? I need to get going.”
“I don’t know, Reb.” Emily looked down and picked at the quilt.
Reb shifted his weight and resisted the urge to check the time. “What is it? I’m not a fucking mind reader, baby. You gotta use words.”
“I just…This is all moving so fast. I mean, last week you were just the guy I kinda knew through Jessica, and now you want to do weekend sleepovers when your son is there? That’s big, Reb. For most people anyway.”
Reb dropped a knee on the edge of the bed as he reached over to take Emily into his arms. Holding her naked length against him didn’t help the fit of his jeans any. Sweet Christ. He dropped his head and nuzzled the top of hers. Slowly the tension eased from her body. And then Reb was holding a relaxed, gorgeous, naked woman. Fucking prospects. The last thing he wanted now was to leave.
“It’s not too fast. Like I said, if it feels good, do it. And you are the best fucking thing I’ve found in a long while, baby. So I’m gonna keep you as long as you’ll let me. Maybe longer. Get used to it.” Reb gave her a smacking kiss on the top of her head, squeezed her tight, then let her go. “I’ve gotta get going, sunshine. Stay safe. I’ll pick ya up at what time? When did you say you get off work?”
“Five. And that’s how you say goodbye? Where’s my kiss?”
“Baby, if I kiss you right now, I’m not leaving this room anytime soon. You’re just too fucking gorgeous, and I’ve got business to take care of. See ya at five. Stay safe.”
“ ’Night, Reb.” Her softly whispered words followed Reb as he crossed the apartment to her front door.
“ ’Night, baby. Don’t forget to lock this behind me.” Reb had his phone out as soon as the door closed behind him. He thumbed through his contacts until he found the one he was looking for. Holding his phone to his ear, he made his way down the staircase. After a few rings, Bumper answered with a hacking cough.
“Yeah?” Bumper rasped.
“I need you to follow Emily Clark. Keep outta sight, though. I don’t want her to know she’s being tailed. I’ll text you her address.”
“W-who? Wait, Emily? Isn’t she Zag’s old lady’s—”
“Was. Now she’s my old lady. So get off your ass.” Reb ended the call and quickly made a similar call to Hatchet to watch over Tucker while he was at Rhonda’s.
He straddled his bike and looked up at Emily’s window as he strapped his helmet on. Everything was dark, and for all he knew Emily was already asleep, but he doubted it. His girl liked to obsess over every little thing and he was sure she was doing just that now. As long as she came to the same conclusion he did.
She was the best fucking thing that’d happened to him since Tucker. And he wasn’t letting her go anytime soon.
Chapter 12
JULY 22
There was only one place Reb wanted to be at two o’clock in the morning and riding his bike down I-80 wasn’t it. Only one thing would get Zag and Reb out of bed at this time
of night: their rival club, the Saddletramps, and whatever fucked-up shit they’d done at his house. So his mind should’ve been on club business, but Reb was thinking about Emily.
Emily and that breathy sound she made when she came. Emily and that pretty pink color of her nipples. Emily and her determination to do everything herself, including taking care of her stalker problem.
But she was dead wrong. That was his job. Would be his job as long as they were together. He took care of his women.
But her stalker wasn’t her only problem. If Rhonda found out about them, there would be hell to pay. And she would find out eventually. Between the small world of their apartment complex, Rhonda’s network of friends, and Tucker, his relationship with Emily wouldn’t stay a secret for long. Rhonda was a bitch on a good day, but when she felt crossed or slighted she’d rain hell down on anyone and everyone. That had been sexy as fuck when they’d been dating and young and stupid, but it had lost its luster pretty damn quick when she turned it on him. Rhonda wasn’t afraid of burning bridges, or whole fucking towns.
Which was why he had Bumper watching Emily. Her stalker wasn’t the only loose cannon in her life right now. And if Reb couldn’t be there to watch out for her, he’d make damn sure she was taken care of.
When he pulled up his driveway five minutes later, he would’ve sworn someone was having a party at his place and forgot to invite him. But the men huddled at the top of his driveway weren’t in a celebratory mood—at least judging by their drawn faces and the lack of drinks. No one who partied at his house at two in the morning would still be sober.
Reb ripped his helmet off and swung off his bike. “Whatcha got?”
Zag stepped forward. “Tramps.”
“Son of a bitch.” From the driveway, Reb could already see some of the damage. His huge bay window littered the ground in shards of glass, and judging by the slashes of black he could see through the hole where the window used to be, someone had brought spray paint. Son of a bitch. “Who was on guard duty?”
“It was supposed to be Bootleg, but his old lady came down with a bug and he needed to stay home with their kids. So I pulled a prospect in.”
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