A dangerous combination.
“So, you got plans for the rest of your night?” he asked.
I checked my watch. “It’s eleven o’clock.”
“And?”
“Shouldn't the plan be to sleep?”
He shrugged. “I was gonna offer you a ride on my bike. The best bike rides take place at night. But if you’d rather sleep…”
He leaned back and drained his last beer, then set the empty glass bottle down onto the table between us. I polished off my glass of wine, turning over his proposition in my head. At least, I thought it was a proposition.
“Are you offering now?” I asked.
Stone grinned. “I am.”
“Can we go to the beach?”
He stood up from the booth and tossed a wad of cash onto the tabletop. My mouth gawked at it before he took my hand, pulling me from my seat. He guided me out the door and led me to his bike, where he gave me his helmet for me to put on.
“Don’t you need one?” I asked.
“Your safety’s more important,” he said plainly.
And yet, the care of his words punched me in my gut.
We left my car in the parking lot as we rode out of there on his bike. I clung to him, my arms wrapped around him and my cheek pressed against the helmet that was against his back. I wanted to feel the leather of his coat against my skin. Against my face. I wanted to run my hands up and down the chiseled muscles that sat beyond the clothing he had chosen for the evening. Tight black jeans. A black t-shirt. His black leather jacket with a logo emblazoned on the back and his black combat boots.
All the black made his green eyes stand out.
We cruised along Highway One, listening as the waves crashed against the shoreline. I gazed out at the beautiful sight, flipping up the visor to take it all in. The sky hung heavily over the waters, pregnant with the weight of the stars it harbored. I felt Stone pull off the road, onto a beaten path that took us down the cliffs and led us onto the beach.
Onto the fresh, untouched sand of beaches many people never visited.
We got off his bike and I slid off his helmet. I handed it to him and began my journey toward the ocean. It was beautiful. The sounds. The smells. The twinkling of the stars above. The moon was full and the glow cast along the sand tugged at my heartstrings. I’d never seen the beach like this before. Deserted. Abandoned. I walked until the wet sand christened my shoes, then removed them and went to go walk into the water.
“Hold on,” Stone said.
He gripped my arm and whipped me around, causing me to stumble into him. He caught me in his strong arms. He wrapped his strength around me. I gazed up into his eyes. His beautiful hunter green stare that reflected the moon from up above. I clung to him as I got my feet underneath me. The waves lapped painfully close to our feet. Just out of reach from the cool water. Just out of reach from the salted ocean.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I’ve been waiting all damn day to do this.”
His hand slid around to cup the back of my neck. Then, he guided my lips to his. I gripped his leather jacket, feeling the wonderful material underneath my fingertips. His tongue slid across the slit of my lips. I parted them for him, moaning as is chiseled arms cloaked my back. I slid my hands up his torso, feeling the rumbling pad of his rippling abs before the swell of his chest blanketed my palms.
My knees went weak, and he caught me as if I weighed nothing.
He shed his coat. He tossed it to the dry sand before he wrapped me up in his arms again. I slid my hands through his hair, pulling him closer and allowing my tongue to dance next to his. He fisted my ass, drawing me into him. Connecting our hips and giving me a great show of the thick cock he had throbbing against his jeans. He sank us to the sand, and I followed. My back fell onto his leather jacket as the wet sand teased our toes. Between sloppy kisses and gasps for air, we stripped one another of our clothes. A desperate passion overtaking us and riding the waves of the alcohol trickling through our systems.
I kissed down his cheek. I nuzzled the stubble of his jawline. I slid my teeth down his pulse point, hearing him growl at my touch. He fisted my hair and drew my head back. His lips came down onto mine so hard our teeth clattered together. And as he kissed down to my chest, my legs parted willingly for him.
The only thing separating us was our underwear. And I had a feeling they wouldn't be for long.
Thirteen
Stone
Fucking hell, her body was perfection. The way her thickness pressed against me. The way her legs willingly parted for me. And her smell. Holy shit, her smell was fantastic. I cupped her voluptuous breasts and buried my face in them. I nibbled and kissed. I sucked and marked. I wrapped my lips around her engorged nipples, sucking on them as they rose for me. I lapped at them with my tongue. I felt the heat of her clothed pussy raking against my cock. Teasing me as I growled against her massive breasts.
“Shit,” she whispered.
I kissed down her stomach. Her curves jiggled for me. I fisted every part of her I could, massaging and memorizing how her excess felt between the slats of my fingers. The ocean water kissed my toes as I sank down her body. I mouthed over her wet panties, groaning at how soaked they were. Her legs naturally gravitated over my shoulders, claiming what she already knew was hers.
I slid her panties off to the side, revealing those thick pussy lips.
“Oh, hell yes,” I growled.
I pressed my tongue deep between her folds. I buried my face into her, encompassed by her warmth. By her wetness. By her excess. Her thick thighs jiggled around me. She bucked against me as I explored her, splaying my tongue across the whole of her slit. I licked up slowly, feeling her gasp and shiver against me. Her heels pressed into my bare back as her body warmed up, contrasting the cool water that covered me up to my calves.
I hummed into her, feeling her juices coating my cheeks.
“Shit, Stone. That’s it,” she moaned.
Her hands flew to my hair, twisting up and burying me deeper. I growled deeply into her, puckering my lips and sucking on her clit. She moaned for me. Groaned for me. Whimpered and gasped for more. Her juices trickled down my chin as she bucked ravenously, her pussy fluttering and capturing every part of me it could.
“That’s it. That’s it. I’m coming. I’m coming. Stone. Yes. Stone! Right there! Right there!”
She arched her back and pressed her pussy deeper into my face. I held my breath and lapped at her deeply, letting her ride my tongue while her thighs clamped down around my fucking face. Holy hell, I was buried in her. I wrapped my arms around the backs of her thighs and drew her closer. I raked my tongue against her swollen clit, feeling her dart around as her back plummeted to the sand.
Then, she locked her ankles and moved.
“What the—”
In a second, she had me on my back. My eyes widened as I looked up at her, feeling her scramble off my face. Her lips crashed to mine as she slithered down my body, my soul still in shock.
Apparently, that thickness of hers held a brute strength, too.
She licked herself off my lips. My cock pulsed wildly for her as it dripped in my boxers. She raced down my body, her skin trembling as she worked her way to my cock. I panted as she fell between my legs. She pulled my boxers down just enough for my dick to pop out. And when she wrapped those plump lips around my leaking tip, I groaned.
“Holy fuck.”
I fell back into the sand. She worked her mouth around me, and I felt her gag. I hissed with pleasure as my toes curled. Fucking hell, her mouth was so warm. Her tongue wrapped around the head of my dick. She swallowed me down as I crested the curve of her throat. My eyes bulged as she dipped her hand into my boxers, massaging my balls and shivering me to my damn core.
“What the—shit!”
I bucked into her face. I fisted her hair and pulled her up, guiding her throat along my cock. She moaned around me. Gulped me down. She lapped up my precum with her tongue, sending sh
ockwaves of electricity through my body. My vision dimmed. Stars burst in my vision. How quickly I was approaching my end was almost fuckin’ embarrassing. But never in my life had a woman ever take all of me like that. Never in my life had I been able to feel a woman’s throat massaging me.
Until now.
“Hayley. Hayley. Fuck! Hayley!”
I pushed her head down onto my cock and her hands braced against my thighs. My balls curled into my body as my cock unloaded down her throat. One pump. Two pumps. Three, and four. They emptied themselves as I struggled to catch my breath. She swallowed, her throat massaging me as my orgasm slammed directly into my chest. It became hard to breathe. Impossible to see.
And as I collapsed back into the sand, I felt her settle her chin against my chest.
She giggled as my fingertips began stroking through her hair. My eyes fell closed as I caught my breath. Holy. Fucking. Nightmare. This woman was outstanding. She nuzzled her cheek into me as we laid there on the beach, spent and enjoying the taste of one another on our lips.
“We should really get going,” Hayley said.
“Yeah. Yeah, sure. Uh… back to your car?” I asked.
“Or back to your place. Mine is filled with unpacked boxes still. We might break ourselves tripping over them.”
We pulled ourselves away from the beach and got dressed. She hopped onto my bike and I struck it up, heading back to the bar anyway. We needed to get her car. She needed to follow me, just in case we ended up wearing ourselves out at my place. Because I sure as hell didn’t want her car towed for being parked all night.
She followed me back to my place and parked next to me. I took her hand and led her up the steps, trying to get her out of the boggy smell that surrounded us. She was being as kind as she could, not wrinkling her nose about it. But when we got into my apartment, she drew in a deep breath.
“Smells a lot better in here,” she said.
“The place is a good deal if you can get past the smell,” I said.
The second she turned to face me, I strode for her. Our lips collided as my arms encompassed her, pulling her into me. She moaned against me. Her curves blanketed my thick muscles as I backed her into my bedroom. I closed my bedroom door with my foot before leading her into the bathroom, where we stripped down and let the sand fall from our bodies.
I pulled her into the shower before I turned on the hot water, then pressed the button for the misters.
“What the—”
I captured her lips again. My cock was already throbbing and aching to be within her. She giggled against my lips, our kiss growing frantic and sloppy. Our teeth clattered together. Her hands slid through my hair. The hot water misters blanketed us from the rest of the world as it slowly washed the sand away from our skin. I gripped Hayley’s ass and picked her up. She gasped against me, clinging to me as I pinned her to the shower wall.
“Please don’t drop me,” she whispered.
“Apparently, you have no idea how strong I really am.”
She wrapped her legs around me and my cock found her entrance. I slid into her, feeling her wondrous walls wrap around me. Her nails dug into my back. Her face pressed itself into the crook of my neck. I rolled my hips into her, finally feeling the warmth of her presence wrapped around where I wanted her most.
“Holy hell, Stone. You just—you’re—just don’t stop.”
“I promise, Hayley. I’m not.”
I pounded against her as the mist scoured our bodies. As it filled the bathroom. As we breathed it in. Her juices dripped down my shaft. My balls. My thighs. She was beyond wet for me. Needy for me in ways no woman had ever been. Her pussy massaged me perfectly, stroking along the vein underneath my fucking cock. I bit into her shoulder. I sucked any part of her tits into my mouth I could get. Her head fell back into the shower wall as I thrusted faster. Dove deeper into her body as she quaked against me.
“Stone!”
“That’s it, Hayley. Don’t you dare stop.”
“Stone. Please. Yes. You feel so… fucking good,” she bit.
“Not nearly as good as you do. Shit.”
I felt like an animal. Wild and rabid with her. She moaned while I grunted. She gasped while I growled. I lost myself in her. Lost myself in the smell of her floating around in the mist. She surrounded me in every way possible, and my cock throbbed with a need for release.
“I’m coming. I’m coming. Stone. Don’t. Stop.”
And the tightness of her pussy caused me to pop.
I captured her lips as she moaned down my throat. She threw her arms around me, clinging to me as I filled her to the brim. I pulled her away from the wall, wrapping my arms around her and dwarfing her body. I sank to my knees. I was weak against her, and I’d never been that way for any other woman. I turned us around so my back was against the wall, then relaxed and enjoyed the rest of my pleasure.
The rest of the electricity buzzing around in my body.
“Oh, my fuck,” Hayley whispered.
I held her there until the timer on the misters gave way to the shower. I pulled out from between her legs as the water washed our debauchery away. I held her to me until her breathing evened out. Then, I woke her up long enough to get us to bed.
“Come on. You can stay here tonight,” I said.
I fell asleep with her in my arms that night. With the softness of her rolls pressing against me. But when my damn cell phone rang out with Texas’ ringer, I knew my bubble was about to burst.
“What?” I grumbled.
“I know it’s late, Stone. But Harry’s reached out again,” he said.
“What? I told Notch to route all that shit through me now,” I said.
Hayley groaned as she pulled away from me, and I took the liberty of sitting up on the edge of the bed.
“I know. I know. But Harry reached out to Notch again anyway. He’s already tried calling you. Check your phone,” Texas said.
I pulled my phone away from my face and saw the three missed fucking calls.
“Damn it,” I hissed.
“Stone? You there?” Texas asked.
“Yeah. I’m here. I’ll handle Harry. Tell Notch not to take another phone call from that bastard. He isn’t listening, so I’ll make sure he listens this time,” I said.
I hung up the phone just as I felt hands slide down my torso.
“Something wrong?” Hayley asked.
She kissed the shell of my ear as her breasts pressed between my shoulders.
“I gotta get to work,” I murmured.
“And here I thought you’d be breakfast,” she said, giggling.
She nibbled on my ear, pulling a groan from my throat.
“I’m sorry. Wish I could, beautiful. But duty calls,” I said.
“Ah, well. It was good while it lasted. Don’t worry, though. I dress quick,” she said.
She scampered off the bed and I watched her walk into the bathroom. I grunted and shook my head. I couldn't believe I’d have to let her go early. But I didn’t have a choice. While she was getting dressed, I sent a mass text out to the guys. I was calling church, and I was calling church now. I got up and slipped some clothes on, then walked Hayley out to her car.
“Call me soon?” she asked.
“You bet,” I said.
She fisted my leather jacket and pulled me in for one more kiss. A kiss that took my own fuckin’ breath away.
Wasn’t that my job?
I smacked her ass and she giggled. She got into her car and I followed her out, making sure she got back to the main road okay. Then, we parted ways and I headed for the lodge. I drove out to meet the guys, who were thankfully already there.
I slammed through the back door of the lodge, my phone already ringing off the hook.
“He’s here, guys. Hang up,” I heard Notch said.
“Notch, what did Harry tell you exactly? And what did you tell him?” I asked as I came around the corner.
“Well, the first time he called, I told him exactly
what you told me. That all his calls needed to go directly to you now,” he said.
“And?” I asked.
“And he wasn’t happy about it. An hour later, I got another phone call from him. Wondering if the shipment had dropped. Even though I told him I’d alert him to when it was safely here,” Notch said.
“And that’s when you tried calling me,” I said.
“Yep. Three times before I called Texas,” he said.
“Why the hell didn’t you pick up, anyway?” Texas asked.
Notch grinned. “He was getting laid. Duh.”
I chuckled. “Well, at least it’s not my third girl for the week. Like yours last night.”
“Third one? It’s Tuesday,” Bronx said.
Notch shrugged. “What? Just because you don’t have play doesn’t mean I can’t have it, too.”
Texas’ phone ringing out caught my attention. I looked over at him as he pulled his phone from his pocket, then all he did was toss it to me. I knew who was calling. Harry was blowing up everyone’s phone but mine.
So, I picked up the call for Texas.
“Hello, Harry,” I said.
There was a pause. “Stone?”
“Yeah. Stone. You know, the one you’re actually supposed to be calling.”
“Why are you picking up Texas’ phone?”
“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you were given a direct order, and you didn’t comply.”
“In case you didn’t know this, I’m not under your command,” he said.
“But my men are. And when one of my men tells you he’s not taking your calls anymore because I am, that’s an order I dropped down directly. It’s time to cut out the middle man. Your boss is getting anxious and I get that. But this plan is set the way it is so that all parties involved are protected,” I said.
“My boss just wants to kn—”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass what he wants to know. If he wants this shipment to come in correctly, he’ll butt the fuck out.”
“Excuse me?”
“No excuses. Everyone only has pieces of this plan for a reason. And the reason why we aren’t telling you any of it is because if it stops with us, it never gets back to you.”
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