by Siobhan Muir
Loki nodded with his own smirk. “Ja, that’s true. But I’m gonna change the rules. Because I can.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Of course, you are. I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
He shrugged. “It’s my nature. So, now, since you’ve won five games, Ms. Hunter, you must remove a sandal now and lose another item for every three games you win, until one of you is naked.”
“Aw, come on. That’s not fair.” I scowled at Loki. “She’s already kicked my ass.”
“Who said anything about ‘fair’?” He widened his eyes in mock-incredulity.
“But I’m already down to just my jeans and shirt.”
“Then you best play better, ja?” He waved at the table. “Your break, Scott.”
I swallowed hard and lined up for the break. I didn’t really want to have my dick hanging out while Oriana whupped my ass at pool, but at the moment I didn’t have a choice. I hadn’t bothered to put on any underwear this morning so now my ass would be on display. Literally.
My break wasn’t bad at all. I managed to sink three of the solids and two stripes. Solids it is. I scanned the table to find the best shot that would leave me with a continuing shot. The seven and the three were both promising, but the seven would leave me with more options. I made my shot and satisfaction surged as the ball sank and gave me at least three additional shots.
I sank the next one, but flubbed the third, and shot a look at Oriana as the crowd murmured their thoughts on my performance. Gone was the guarded, quiet woman who worked with numbers. In her place stood an intense predator waiting for her chance to pounce. Arousal shot through me and my dick pressed against the zipper of my jeans. This was the sexiest I’d ever seen her and my heart thundered with the idea of her chasing me.
What can I say? I love a woman with confidence.
Despite my imminent nudity, I loved watching her take control of the table. She moved with grace and precision, and I’d never been so happy to lose my shirt in my life. She ruled the table and took it in a clean sweep, sinking all of her balls and the eight with grace. She licked her lips as I tossed my shirt on top of my cut.
“Nice sleeve.” She nodded to my right arm covered in ink from shoulder to knuckles. “It suits you.”
“You like ink, Numbers?” Indiana called from the back. “I’ll show you some damn fine ink when you kick Scott’s ass.”
Oriana rolled her eyes as she racked the balls again. “Break ’em, Scott.”
Something about the way she gestured to the table gave me the impression that it was just her and I in her world. She managed to push away the audience and focus on me and the game. I tried to do the same as I sent the cue ball into the tight triangle of colored balls. This time I sank more stripes than solids, and I knew I’d have to play well enough to keep the cue ball in my possession, or I was done.
I kept my focus despite my bare feet on the floor and the audience staring at the huge tat on my back. The ink was there to cover a large burn scar I’d gotten when my paternal uncle went on a drunken rampage and threw a pot of scalding water at me. He was currently serving back to back life sentences in Leavenworth for the damage he caused his family and others while in drunken rages. I didn’t miss him.
I lined up my shots and kept my attention from wandering to Oriana’s avid focus on the table. I sank all the balls but one and missed the mark on the last one. Aw shit. She’s gonna take me for a ride now. And not the kind of ride I’d been hoping for. The crowd groaned for me and I grimaced before stepping back.
“All yours, sweetheart.”
“Damn straight, and you’ll stop calling me pet names.” She raised her chin before she settled in to finish the game.
But the damnedest thing happened. She actually scratched on the eight. We all stood there dumbfounded in disbelief for about ten seconds before the room exploded in cheers and surprise. I met Oriana’s gaze and she smiled ruefully as she pulled off her other sandal and tossed it with the first one.
“Rack ’em, big boy. Let’s see if I can put you to bed.”
I laughed, more than happy to be put to bed with her. At this point, even if I lost, I won. I had a feeling Oriana wanted some alone time with me as much as I wanted it with her. I’d missed her while we’d been in Denver ferreting out what the hell Roy was doing. I’d never missed one of the honeys before. They were always there to scratch an itch, but I didn’t get attached. Oriana hadn’t done anything remotely sexual with me and I missed hearing her voice and verbally sparring with her.
I shook my head as I collected the balls and threw them into the rack, tightening them in to a solid triangle. It doesn’t make sense. I’d known her less than a week and I was already thinking about her all the time. I lifted the rack away and stood back, puzzling over the odd sense that I’d met someone important.
Oriana broke the balls apart into a perfect arrangement and I didn’t touch the cue ball once in the game. Usually when I lost I was pretty frustrated, but I’d been beaten a few games ago and I just laughed when she sank the eight. Aw hell, I knew I was done for a while ago. I set the cue up in its rack and reached for the button on my jeans while the guys around me hooted and hollered.
“Wait.” Oriana’s voice cracked like a whip and the whole place shut up. “Since Scott’s my prize, and I don’t share prizes, I think I’ll have him do the final reveal in private.”
She grinned as the hooting became encouraging and a few guys shouted for me to take it all off. I matched her grin with a wink but left the fly closed so the jeans wouldn’t slide off my hips.
“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
“Strike one, Scott.” She tsked and shook her finger at me. “No pet names.”
“What about road names?” If she didn’t want road names, I’d have to tell her my given name and I’d left that one behind so long ago now it no longer fit me.
“Those are fine.” She deposited her cue and turned to me. “Gather your things and lead the way.”
I bent over and grabbed my clothes and boots. “Where are we goin’?”
“Your place.” She shoved her feet into her sandals. “I want to see how the badass biker lives in his natural habitat.”
I laughed as I headed for the door of the clubhouse, a cocksure smile creasing my lips. The other guys thought I’d lost, but the way I figured it, I’d won. Schnoz had told me I had to wait for Oriana to come to me, and my barely held patience had succeeded. I didn’t know what she had in mind to do with me, but there was a good chance I could give her the pleasure she needed. I hoped she needed it. I didnt know how women thought, but I didn’t think they were too different from men when it came to sex. Yeah, I know what society says, but I think that’s a load of horseshit, personally.
Oriana followed me amid cheers and hoots of lascivious nature, but I didn’t care. She was comin’ with me and that was damn near perfect. The gravel of the yard outside dug into the soles of my feet as I strode for my cabin beside Oriana’s. The sky had darkened as a late thunderstorm rolled in over the Rockies. The clouds flickered with lightning zigzagging through them but no rain fell yet.
“Looks like it’ll be a helluva storm.” Oriana’s voice floated to my ears and I realized she’d stopped.
I turned and caught her staring up at the sky, watching the lightning creating electric lace through the clouds. The wind kicked up and blew her hair away from her face. She looked relaxed and content for the first time since she’d come to the Concrete Angels’ compound.
It was the most fucking beautiful thing I’d seen in a long time. I held my breath, wanting to preserve the moment for as long as I could. What the hell can I do to make her that content here in the future? I’d just have to start with tonight and hope she got addicted to the pleasure I could give her.
“Yeah, I’d like to get inside since I’m standing out here in bare feet and no shirt.”
She dropped her gaze to my body and my nipples hardened as she examined my chest.
“We
can’t have that.” She gestured toward my cabin with one hand. “We’d best get you inside then.”
I didn’t have to be told twice. I hurried to my door just as the rain came sheeting down and we skittered inside before the wall of water blotted out the yard. She squealed as she slid ast me and we both laughed behind the closed door.
“That was close.” Her eyes sparkled and my cock hardened in my undone jeans. “How ’bout you show me my prize now?”
I grinned. “Yes, ma’am.” I pushed down the zipper and slid the jeans off my hips.
She gasped and bit her bottom lip, her eyes lighting up as my cock stiffened in front of her. I was decent sized. I’d never been considered small, but her delight did wonders for my ego.
“Damn, I knew you were good looking when I saw you walk up to the car, but sweet glory...” She raised her gaze to mine. “You’re beautiful, Scott.” Then she blushed as if she’d said something wrong.
The word didn’t show up much in the compliments I’d received, but I’d take it from her. Her assertion of my beauty meant more than any compliment from the honeys who hung around the compound. What the hell is wrong with me? Except it didn’t feel wrong. The idea that she found me beautiful made my chest swell with pride and I damn near strutted in front of her. I wanted to be beautiful for her.
“Hey, that’s a damn fine compliment coming from you, swe– er, Numbers. I like knowing you like what you see.” I held my arms out to the sides so nothing was covered.
“Oh, I do. I also like that you go commando. That’s sexy as hell.” She licked her lips. “Turn around for me so I can see all of you.”
My cock jerked with arousal and precum dripped from the tip as I kicked the jeans from my ankles to turn in a circle. She hummed her approval until I faced her again and she nodded with satisfaction suffusing her features.
“You’re what wet dreams are made of.” She sighed as she waved toward my bedroom. “Let’s go into your room so I can fully enjoy my prize.”
Hell yeah. I sauntered into the bedroom, enjoying the feeling of her eyes on my back and ass. Yeah, my uncle had burned me, but the ink obscured the scar and I’d worked hard to make the muscles look good. I wouldn’t describe myself as a gym rat, but I kept myself fit for occasions like this.
I turned on the light beside the bed before I set up the pillows so I could lean against them. I pulled back the Transformers comforter to expose the clean sheets and settled into them on my back. My cock lay against my belly, straining in a hard curve as she stopped at the foot of the bed.
“Are you gonna get undressed?” I threw my hands behind my head, trying to relax even as my heart pounded with excitement.
She tilted her head with a smirk. “I just wanted to look at you for a moment. It’s not often I get a man to lay there quietly. Besides, I try to enjoy beauty when I find it and…” She gave a soft whistle in appreciation. “You definitely qualify as beautiful.”
“Yeah, but I’m like a hands-on exhibit. You can’t get the full effect unless you touch me.” I winked and she laughed.
“I like completely interactive.” She took off her sandals and crawled onto the bed, still fully clothed. “Let’s see if I can get the reaction I want.”
She settled on her belly between my legs, trailing the fingers of one hand up from my knee to my crotch. Electric fire skittered in the wake of her sensual caress and I moaned. She smiled enough to make my cock jerk in front of her and her focus shifted to my groin.
“You smell good.”
She nuzzled my balls and I tightened my hands in the sheets to keep from grabbing her head. Fuck, it was hard to wait for the pleasure I knew was coming, but I didn’t want to screw it up. Schnoz said I had to wait. I gritted my teeth as she slid her hands over my hips and up my sides as she used her nose to tickle my balls.
Wait, that’s not her nose.
Wet heat slid over my scrotum, igniting pleasure more powerful than I’d felt in a long time. None of the honeys did this to me. They weren’t about finesse or foreplay. They just grabbed my dick and sucked hard. Oriana tantalized and teased and took her time. It was both excruciating and magnificent all at the same time.
“Oh, glory, Oriana. That feels fuckin’ awesome.”
“I aim to please.”
The purr in her voice made my cock jerk and I moaned. How the hell could a woman sound so sexy while licking my balls? But then she grasped my shaft and licked all the way up to the head. I lost coherency when she fitted her mouth around my stiff flesh.
Damn, it’s like sitting in a hot tub. That’s what it felt like to have my cock in Oriana’s talented mouth. Wet heat, pressure, and the gentle rub of her tongue on my dick made my eyes roll back in my head.
Sweet glory, never let this end.
A line from an old cowboy movie skittered across my awareness. Oriana could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, but she also had the exquisite ability to polish it back to a high shine. Sweet glory, the woman had a clever and talented tongue, and each stroke over my flesh set me ablaze.
I tried to hold back as my orgasm reached screaming levels. I let go of the sheets and grasped her head with one hand as she bobbed up and down on my shaft. I wasn’t sure if I tried to hold her there or pull her off, but she hummed with what sounded like approval.
“Holy shit, I’m gonna come, Oriana.”
She pulled off long enough to say, “That’s the point.” She returned to her task and I lost track of time.
Hot, erotic pleasure boiled up from my balls and flooded through my body until I was lost in the wash. Hot jets of cum shot from my cock down her throat, but she swallowed it all, humming with delight. I let myself go, enjoying her efforts and one thought came through clearly.
Holy fuck, I think I love this woman.
Chapter Eight
Oriana
A huge sense of accomplishment washed over me as Scott groaned and arched his back, shoving his cock deep into my mouth. I swallowed down his cum as his cock grew thicker in my mouth. I loved his taste and his scent – warm, rich, masculine, and sexy as hell. I was pretty sure just about all the other women in the compound had sampled his ‘wares’, but to have the courage to do this, right now, seemed a huge accomplishment.
I could feel arousal. I could take pleasure in giving it to someone else. Those were mile markers I never thought I’d reach. And I hit them with the cockiest biker I’d ever met, a man I’d never have trusted to get me there in a million years.
“Holy fuck, Oriana. You’re a goddess at giving head.” He panted as he lay against the pillows of his bed.
“I’m going to take that as a compliment.” I sat back and pulled my tank over my head and tossed it to the floor.
“Holy shit, you weren’t wearing a bra the whole time?” His jaw dropped and his eyes glazed over.
“That’s why I had to win. I can’t just whip my shirt off in front of everyone like you.”
“Don’t let that stop you on my account.” He sat up and reached for me, but I slid off the bed and his expression fell. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I shook my head, flattered he’d asked. “No, but I have to know you better before I let you undress me.”
“I’m sorry, Oriana.”
“Don’t be. I’ve been living with this for two years now and I’ve learned what my triggers are.” I paused as I unbuttoned my capris. “Or at least, most of them. I haven’t had sex with anyone in that time.”
He blinked. “What?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Sex. I haven’t had it with anyone since my assault.” I pushed the denim over my hips, taking my underwear with it. Scott didn’t even drop his gaze.
His lovely hard-on wilted as he considered my words and I watched his face, wondering if I’d totally ruined his evening. Damn, and I didn’t even get that orgasm he promised me. I sighed. I hadn’t had sex with another person for two reasons, the first being I didn’t really like it after the assault. It had taken me a while to find
pleasure in touching my own body again, much less feeling someone else’s hands on me.
But the second reason was most people who found out I’d been raped were either repulsed by my past or weren’t patient enough to see beyond the triggers. I had to be on top. I had to undress myself. I had to get used to them touching me. None of that “sexy” foreplay for me. That turned off a lot of partners quick.
He stayed silent so long I figured I’d missed the boat to pleasureville. I bent over and grabbed my capris.
“Hey, no worries. I get it. It’s hard to have sex with someone as messed up as I am.” I stuffed my feet into the bottoms and pulled them up. “Thanks for letting me give you a blowjob. I enjoyed it.”
I looked for my top as he surged off the bed, glorious in his nakedness despite his lack of arousal. I loved the lines of his body, how the muscles created interesting mounds and valleys along his bone structure. I loved the scent of his skin and the ink on his arm and back. The flesh appeared a little puckered there, as if he’d been burned, but it fit so perfectly with the man he was. Too bad I won’t be able to sample the rest of him.
He caught my arm and crowded me up against the wall with his bulk, his hand flat against my forearm without squeezing. I waited for the panic to rise, but instead of fear I felt wanted and protected. I’ve lost my mind with this guy.
“Oriana, I want you so much it makes my chest ache. I’ve had blue balls for two fuckin’ days thinkin’ about havin’ sex with you.” He tipped my face up to meet his gaze. “I’d never thought about what you went through and how hard it would be to come back from it. Hell, it makes me want to find the guy who did this to you and beat the living shit outta him.”
I searched Scott’s gaze to ascertain the honesty in his eyes. “I wish I could’ve beaten the shit out of him, too. But no one believed he’d do such a thing. He was a ‘pillar of the community’ and had too much to lose to do anything so heinous.” Bitterness pulled the edges of my lips down.