by Zoey Marcel
Even if he did, he would be dissuaded from bedroom thoughts when he saw her retro outfit that made her look more like a lady than the sluts he was probably used to.
Her heart stalled when she saw him walking toward her in the street. There was sidewalk, but no. He had to walk down the middle of the road like he owned it. One look at him, though, and she couldn’t imagine anyone denying him anything.
He looked so good in his dark jeans, navy-blue long-sleeved shirt that buttoned up the front, and dark shoes. His seductive cologne wafted up her nose when he stood near her.
“You look really handsome,” she said.
Idiot! If you feed his ego he won’t leave you alone.
“Thanks, babe.” He gave her the once over, a big smile forming. “Damn, look at you. I love that vintage schoolgirl look.”
“You do?”
“You sound surprised.” His gaze became suspicious. “Why?”
She shrugged.
Heller looked like he was onto her. “I did tell you to dress slutty, but it looks like I have to forgive you for defying me when your choice was even better than what I was picturing.”
She gaped at him, as flattered as she was stunned. He liked the good-girl look as much as skimpy clothing on a woman?
Crap, I’m getting wet and he looks so good, like a bad boy pretending to be a gentleman.
“Makes me want to push you up against a wall and flip up your dress.” He grabbed her bottom, sending a wild spasm of need through her. “I could fuck you hard from behind in the dark while passersby glimpse us getting it on in an alley. Think of all the juicy gossip we’ll cause.”
Panic spiraled through her, merging with lust when he gripped her buttocks tighter, bringing her dress up slightly with the motion.
She put her hands on his chest to protest, but good God, were those pecs big and strong.
“Heller,” she breathed.
He made this intoxicating grunt that rumbled against her breasts where they pressed against his body.
“I like the way you say my name,” he murmured. “Let’s have a nice quick dinner and then take this over to my place. I tried to be a gentleman, but you’re just too fucking irresistible.”
“We can’t have sex on the first date.”
“But when you think about it, it’s not really our first date.” He draped his arm over her shoulder and walked her across the street. “We had a good time together at that cafe in Chicago and at that club you worked at.”
“Those weren’t really dates.”
“They were to me.”
Her chest swelled with appreciation. When she peeked up at him he smiled down at her with a look on his face that said the comment had been sincere. Come to think of it, he must really like her if he’d waited for her for a year and still wanted her, was even willing to share her with other men just to have her.
She had to admit she liked him, too, but she still didn’t know about his whole biker background, or if she could ever accept it.
* * * *
Dinner and drinks at Bull’s Ass Saloon went very well. They talked and laughed, having a genuinely good time. Danielle found herself disarmed by his charms. Either there were layers to Heller, or he was a convincing actor. She suspected the former to be the case.
Afterward he walked her back to his house.
Say something or he’s going to invite you in.
“You want to come inside for a minute?” he asked with a twinkle in his dark eyes.
“For a minute?” she teased.
He grinned. “Well, it might be longer than that. I’m thorough.”
A dart of heat shot down to her slit. “I should go.”
“Who’s stopping you?”
“Dominic might worry.”
“You are free to go.” Heller gestured toward the street. He pointed a finger in the air. “Although, our date did go well, don’t you agree?”
She was beaming. “It was wonderful.”
“So we’re in agreement that I earned a goodnight kiss?”
Her cunt pounded, lips burning for his.
He stepped closer, dropping his pitch and eyeing her lips hungrily. “Just one innocent little kiss that doesn’t have to go anywhere if you don’t want it to.”
She gasped, feeling her nipple pebble behind her bra cup when he brushed her tit with the back of his finger.
“Nobody’s saying we have to have sex,” he murmured while caressing her nipple through her dress. “If your tits aren’t getting heavy and your pussy isn’t getting wet for me, we don’t have to see each other naked, or ever know what it’s like for my dick to drive into you hard and fast from behind.”
Her folds moistened, belly warming.
“Neither of us will ever look at that dress the same again.” He slid his hand at the base of her skull, cupping her there, fingers weaving into her hair. “I’ll always respect you, babe, but don’t ever lie to me again. I’m not your enemy. There’s no need for it.”
She recalled her lie about the McAlisters forbidding her to be with Heller. It had been low.
Her eyes fell. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. I know why you did it. You worry too much about what people will think of you for your life choices.” Heller stroked her jawline with his thumb. “You and Heath both. You guys have gotta knock that off or you’ll make yourselves miserable...and me crabby.”
Danielle returned his smile. She knew he was right.
She also knew she needed to kiss him again, feel his sublime lips on hers. She stood on her tiptoes to reach him, pecking him gently on the lips. He kissed her back and soon somebody stuck their tongue in the other person’s mouth. It was difficult to tell who made the first move with his arms around her and her legs bracketing around his hips as he hoisted her up.
She heard the screen door and the front door opening. She’d forgotten he unlocked both while they’d been talking. They kept kissing even after he set her down and locked the door.
“Mind the bears,” she blurted when he reached under her dress.
He gave her a curious look. “What?”
She lifted the hem of her dress, showing him her black bear tights.
He grinned. “That’s adorable.”
“Thanks. I saw them and had to have them.”
“You’re the perfect woman for me.” He gave her a smile that bordered on loving as he pulled her forward into another fast, wet kiss.
“Whatever you’ve gotta do to keep me from ripping those things, get them off quickly.”
She knelt on the carpet to unbuckle her shoes. After removing them, she carefully rolled down her tights and then laid them aside.
“Enough of that cautious crap.”
Heller jerked her into another rough kiss, growling savagely in approval when she unbuttoned his shirt. She couldn’t stop petting and groping his muscles. He was solid everywhere. She’d never seen anyone so strong before.
“No wonder you seduced Heath,” she said softly.
He laughed. “Yep, the cowboy didn’t stand a chance.”
She loved that Heller sometimes feigned arrogance as if making fun of himself. He was definitely confident, but she got the feeling that he was humble enough not to let it go to his head too much and didn’t take himself too seriously.
He spun her around, yanking the slip and panties down her legs. She stepped out of both and he tossed them aside. Her pussy flooded when he pushed the dress up her back, exposing her bare rump.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, petting her right butt cheek. “This one ain’t bad either.”
She threw him a playful glare, having to smile at his chuckle.
“You know they’re both great.”
He set her cardigan aside after she handed it to him. She heard his jeans and underwear coming down his legs. It surprised her that he didn’t get her off first, but she was wet enough that she should be fine—unless he was hung like a horse.
When he bent over her and fondled her naked mons
she gasped.
“Let’s take care of you first. I don’t want to hurt you.” He kissed her head and nuzzled her like she was precious to him.
She pushed into his doting hand. The more he fingered her and played in her juices, the damper she got. Her womb trembled and her legs shook when she came. He gave her about three orgasms before he let up. By then she was drenched, with hot cream trickling down her inner thighs and a light sheen of perspiration under her buttocks.
“Now it’s my turn.” He sipped her earlobe before stepping back and then putting on a condom.
“Oh God, Heller!”
His cockhead teased her entry and clit a few times before he pushed into her soaked vagina. He made a seesawing motion inside her, thrusting forward when she moaned. Gradually he sank deeper and deeper until he was up to his scrotum in her body.
“You’re so big. You ought to be flogged for putting this thing in poor Heath’s ass,” she gritted out.
Heller chortled. “That’s true, but you see, babe, he’s got this convenient little thing called a prostate up his ass that makes him want my dick no matter how uncomfortable the stretch is.”
“I kind of wish I had one.”
He sounded like he was grinning through his struggle to regain his breath. “Well, you kind of do, in your cunt. Can you feel it?”
She whimpered at the pressure his massive erection caused there. “Yeah.”
“So fucking hot. I love that little whimper. Let’s see what other little noises you make.”
He fucked her cautiously at first, but the exhilarating sensations and tremendous pressure from within were incomparable. He finally must have thought, “Ah, screw it,” since he started ramming it home inside her.
Moans and whimpers became feminine screams of passion. He grunted and fucked her hard from behind, panting and moaning his pleasure. She loved the slapping sound his swinging testes made when they tapped her ass. She couldn’t stop clawing the couch and crying out for mercy at the delicious battering and fierce ecstasy overtaking her.
Her pussy locked down on his dick, making him grunt at the tight squeeze. While the ripples of her climax still simmered inside her he throttled her harder until he yelled out in orgasm and emptied himself into the condom. He jolted against her body, reminding her hot spot of the power he had over it and making her sob in satisfaction.
He lingered inside her for a spell and ran his hands up and down her bare arms, breathing heavily onto her neck. The warm, balmy gusts made her shiver. Her snatch pulsed around him, still humming with the gratifying effects he had on her.
“Not too shabby, was I?” he teased.
She let out a shaky laugh. “You weren’t shabby at all. God, I can hardly stand.”
She flopped like a fish out of water when he ejected from her body.
“You all right there?”
“I’m good. I have to get back, though. Dominic might think I’m up to no good.”
“He’s a cop, Danielle. There’s no way you’ve got him fooled about what you’re up to.”
“I know. Thanks.” She used the tissues he gave her to wipe up her dripping lady parts. “But he has this rule about me dating men from McKenna Downs. He doesn’t want me to.”
Heller looked at her seriously. “Just be straight with me. It’s because I’m a biker, isn’t it?”
“Well, it’s partly that, but it really is more about the whole McKenna Downs curse. He’s worried I’m going to fall under it if I get involved long term with a man who lives here.”
He furrowed his brow. “What curse?”
She waved him off as she rolled on her stockings again. “It’s nothing. I don’t even believe in it, but he does for some reason. Weird when he’s so smart. Whatever.”
“I’ll walk you home.”
“That’s all right.”
“Then he’ll see me,” Heller said with a flip of his hand. “Wasn’t thinking. I was distracted by your dressing.”
She flashed him a flirty smile. “You look pretty hot yourself with your shirt unbuttoned like that.”
He gave her an appreciative smile. “You’re a sweetheart. I can’t let you walk alone in the dark.”
“Heller, it’s not that far from here. You’re thoughtful to offer, but really, nothing is gonna happen.”
“Maybe you’re right.”
He still seemed uneasy, so she touched his cheek to reassure him. The way he kissed her fingers bonded her to him even more.
“Thank you for a wonderful night.”
“Thank you,” he agreed, watching her leave.
She shut the gate behind her and headed home. Her brother’s house wasn’t far from here. No big deal.
“Hey, pretty mama,” a man called out to her.
She ignored him, hoping he’d go away.
“A feisty one. Well, shit.” The sound of glass breaking came from behind her. “I like me a feisty woman. Here, slutty, slutty.”
Oh yeah, and the women all came running...not.
“Rowr!” He made a drunken cat call. “She wants me to chase her. I’m gonna get ya.”
What in the world...?
He had to be drunk. No one spoke that stupidly when sober.
Well, there were always exceptions.
Danielle whirled around to face him when she felt static against her, like he was right there. Her mouth fell open when she saw who it was. It was Chuck, the McAlisters’ gardener.
“Hey, I know you.” He staggered backward for a moment before nearly plowing into her with big, clunky steps forward. “Danielle, the pure whore, wasn’t it?”
Lovely.
“I’m David’s and Brighton’s fiancée,” she impatiently reminded him.
“That’s right. I remember you. You’re sexing them over good. That is mighty fucking hot of you.” He put his hand on her shoulder, practically putting all his weight on it and making her stumble. “Don’t fall, darlin’. Oh no. We wouldn’t want you to fall. How come the fancy one don’t want you? What was his name again? Something pretentious.”
Her spirit dimmed. “Cole.”
Chuck flicked his finger against her nose, causing her discomfort. It seemed to be a gesture of discovery rather than a jackass move. “That’s right. His name was Cole. Why don’t you let him in your pretty little pussy?”
“Well, obviously he doesn’t want me.”
“That just ain’t right. Don’t you worry, darlin’. I want you. Sometimes I jack off just thinking about your fat, sexy legs wrapped around me.”
Well, wasn’t he charming?
“There are nicer words that would make those women want you.”
“Oh, they all want me,” he said in a husky tone. “The fat ones and the skinny ones and the in-betweenies.”
He hiccupped and laughed, leaning against her.
“I made up a new fucking word.”
“Good job. Go home and get sober and I’ll forget about what a dick you’re being. I know you’re just drunk.”
“Dick.” His head shot up. He growled ruthlessly, eyes turning dark and scary. “You want to see my dick?”
Why the hell did men always ask that? She knew what a penis looked like. She only wanted to get a closer look at them when she was connected to the man in some way, not random males on the street.
“No. I’m going home.”
He grabbed her arm when she tried to leave.
“I think you do.”
Now she was alarmed. “Let go of my arm.”
“You act like a good girl, dressing all cute and innocent, but you’ve got killer looks and a pussy I’m gonna fuck.”
“I don’t think so. Now let go of me.”
“Shh, don’t struggle. I’m just gonna fuck you. No harm in that. You’ll love it. I dish out all sorts of orgasms.”
“If you don’t let me go right now I’m either gonna hurt you or scream.”
“Hurt me?” He laughed, sending a waft of booze over her. “You can’t hurt me. I’m strong enough to kill yo
u.”
Her body went cold, scalp tingling with fright.
“But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna. I’m just saying you can’t hurt me, but I’m so gonna fuck you. I love how soft the fat ones are.”
Someone grabbed Chuck roughly by the shoulder, yanking him away from her. The force caused him to release her and then Heller punched him in the face. Chuck landed flat on his back and was out cold.
Danielle realized how bad she was quaking once the danger had passed.
“That’s why you don’t walk home alone in the dark,” Heller told her.
She threw her arms around him. “Thank you.”
“I’ll take you home and I don’t give a damn if your brother knows we’re together or not.” He wrapped his arms around her tighter. “You’re my woman and I’m gonna take care of you.”
She buried her nose in his shirt, inhaling his scent. She’d misjudged him. Biker or not, he had a big heart. She realized she shouldn’t have griped about Heath having been judgmental when she’d been passing judgment on Heller because of his roots. She still had questions, but she wanted him.
Chapter Six
The next morning Danielle practically floated around the kitchen, trying to decide on something to have for breakfast. She knew she should eat something, but thoughts of her date with Heller the night before had her too happy to eat.
Dominic sat at the table, watching her. He had his protective, older brother face on. “Are you okay?”
“I am. How are you?” She opened cupboards without fully registering the contents she was looking at.
I’m not even hungry. Just water is fine.
She shut the cupboards in a whimsical manner that probably made her look like fucking Cinderella before pouring herself a glass of cold water.
“You seem pretty chipper considering what happened last night.”
“Nothing happened. Chuck’s in custody and Heller protected me.” She shrugged. “I’m not gonna dwell on it.”
“I’m glad you’re okay. I want to talk to you about Heller.”
She grimaced. “What about him?”
“Somebody said they saw you out with him last night at the bar.”