Link'd Up

by Harley Stone

  Fuck it. We were both going down in a fiery ball of need. Taking a steadying breath, I replied, “I never quit. It’s why you hired me, client.”

  “Where the fuck are your toys?”

  Once again thinking I’d won, that he was finally going to give my body the release I so desperately needed, I glanced at the nightstand beside my bed. He tore himself from me and ripped the drawer out, spreading its incriminating contents everywhere, before scooping up the only toy that didn’t look like a vibrator or a dildo and holding it in the air.

  “What is this?” he asked.

  “A clit stimulator. It feels like getting licked. But better.”

  I’d crossed the line into stupid, but I couldn’t stop my mouth from running.

  “Is that so?” he asked, his expression flashed warnings that I was too horny to comprehend.

  “Yes.”

  He turned the damn thing on high and set it on my clit.

  Way too much stimulation for my overly-sensitive sweet spot. I about jumped off the bed to get it off me.

  Link laughed, finally knocking it aside. Leaning over me, his hand snaked up to wrap around my neck as his lips hovered beside my ear. “You know what the difference is between me and one of your toys?” he asked.

  I shook my head no.

  “I know exactly how to take care of you. Are you on the pill, Emily?”

  I nodded.

  “I’m clean. I was tested right after we met. You trust me enough to let me fuck you bareback?”

  Did I? I’d never been with any man unsheathed.

  Link pinched my nipple, watching me gasp.

  Swallowing, I nodded.

  “I need your consent. Say the words, babe.”

  “Yes. I want you to fuck me bareback.”

  He untied my hands, setting me free before turning me over on my stomach and lifting my ass in the air. Then he grabbed my hips and plunged into me. He felt so good, I almost came right there and then. As it was, I buried my head in the pillow to mute my scream.

  “I. Told. You. I. Know. What’s. Best. For. You.”

  Each word was accentuated by a thrust of his cock. I came somewhere between what’s and best, but Link kept going.

  “Would you let a client do this?” he asked, thrusting inside me again and again. “Ever had a client fuck multiple orgasms out of you?”

  All my senses were on fire as he fisted my hair and tugged. Another climax started building within me.

  “You are my queen, Emily. Mine. And I plan to bring you so much pleasure you won’t be able to come on anything but me. My cock, my tongue, my fingers. And maybe a toy… if I allow it.”

  He turned down the speed on my toy and pressed it against my clit again. The stimulation was perfect, and I began to unravel.

  “Come for me,” Link said, burying himself in me harder. Faster.

  I screamed his name against the pillow and he pulled my hair as I fell apart around him.

  Link came with a shout and we collapsed on my bed.

  Link

  TURNS OUT THERE’S one other place I feel absolutely free: balls deep inside Emily. Freedom was a strange way to describe how her tight pussy clenched around me, but after the battle of wills we fought to see who would cave first, victory felt a hell of a lot like freedom.

  Victory.

  Who the fuck am I kidding? She’d held out so long—questioning me, challenging me, fighting me—my own needs made me cave. I had to be inside her. My stubborn, sassy-mouthed monarch made me mad with lust and crazy with the need to conquer her.

  And I wouldn’t have her any other way.

  After we fucked, she cuddled up next to me and fell asleep. I held her, amazed at how quickly she’d gone from defiant to peaceful.

  My beautiful, complex queen.

  I stroked her hair back from her face, wondering what I’d gotten myself into. It didn’t matter, because I was all in. I let her nap until her proximity made my dick so hard it began throbbing. Finally, I gave up and sucked on her tits and massaged her body until she woke up.

  “Hey,” she said.

  Her arms went over her head and her back arched off the bed, stretching her lithe body and making me even harder. Tousled hair, plump lips, her body stretched out like a weapon of my own personal destruction. I didn’t just want to fuck her, I wanted to lick every freckle, kiss every scar, and find every ticklish spot on her body. I was a goddamn mess.

  “Shit,” I hissed. “You have no fuckin’ clue what you do to me.”

  She arched her back higher, putting her tits right in my face. “You sure about that, Tyler?”

  My hand went to her folds. My little vixen was already wet for me. “Keep it up, sweet cheeks, and this round is gonna get a lot rougher than the last.”

  She pressed herself against my fingers and threw back her head. “Sounds like you better bring your A-game.”

  I scooped her up and flipped her sassy little ass over, then put her up on her knees with her face in the pillow. I gave her ass a few swats until it was nice and rosy, and then I positioned myself at her entrance.

  “You might want to brace, babe,” I said. “This is gonna get wild.”

  She smirked at me over her shoulder. “Less talking, more fucking, Romeo.”

  That did it. I slammed into her.

  She gasped, her hands grappling the pillow. Afraid I’d gone too far, I drew back.

  Another over the shoulder smirk. “That all you got?”

  Never in my life had I met someone who challenged me like Emily. Smart, funny, stubborn, compassionate, driven, sexy as hell, it was like she had been crafted just for me. And now that I’d found her, I had no intention of letting her go. I drove into her, harder, faster, each thrust like a branding rod, labeling her as mine.

  Mine.

  Mine.

  Mine.

  That’s the mantra that played in my head as I fucked her until we were both sweaty and sticky and sated. We collapsed on the bed and I held her until hunger and thirst drove us into the kitchen.

  We made tacos, drank beer, and spent the evening on the sofa, making out and messing around in front of the television. We fucked on the sofa, with her bent over the kitchen table, and in the shower. It was incredible. The kind of experience that could make a man question everything he valued. And it only got better once we went to bed.

  After drinking and fucking all night, I was facing dehydration by the time the sun rose. Slipping into my jeans, I stumbled around her kitchen, making coffee and starting breakfast.

  Emily joined me while the bacon and eggs were frying. Hair mussed, eyes half-lidded, wearing only my discarded T-shirt, her presence immediately stirred my dick to life. I closed the distance between us, but she held a hand in the air, stopping me.

  “No time for that. I have to get ready for work.” She eyed the coffee pot. “But I need caffeine and bacon first.”

  She reached around me to snag a piece of bacon and popped it in her mouth. I let her pass and went back to the stove, watching as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

  “What are you looking at?” she asked.

  “You look damn fine wearing just my shirt. That should be your uniform for whenever I’m here.”

  “I have to wear a uniform for you now?” she asked.

  “Yep. But I’m a reasonable guy, so I’ll give you a selection to choose from.”

  She reached for another slice of bacon. I tugged the hand towel from the stove handle and swatted her across the ass with it.

  “I’m thinking maid uniform, nurse uniform, stripper uniform.”

  She laughed, rolling her eyes. “How kind of you, sir. What exactly is a stripper uniform?”

  “Whatever I want it to be, but tassels and edible underwear should definitely be involved.”

  “You are such a dog, Link.”

  I grabbed her by my shirt, holding on to steal a kiss. Coffee, bacon, and Emily, her mouth was quite possibly the best thing I’d ever tasted. My hand drifted down to
rub her folds, and I mentally corrected myself. Second best thing I’d ever tasted.

  Emily pressed herself against my fingers, moaning into my mouth as I deepened the kiss. Then she jumped back, swatting at my hands.

  “No. None of that. I need to shower and get dressed.”

  “Want help?” I offered.

  “Tempting, but no. I’ll never leave if we start that.”

  I let my gaze drift down to her bare thighs. “I don’t know about you, but I could go for another sex marathon.”

  “Stop that right now.” She backed away from me. “I have an arraignment hearing at ten.”

  I had shit to do, too, but a man could hope.

  Emily fled from the kitchen, and seconds later the shower started.

  I finished up breakfast and took my turn at the shower. By the time I emerged, Bull was sitting at the kitchen table, eating with Emily.

  “You have a good time?” I asked, knowing full well he had. Eagle had been watching over the kid and kept me abreast. Last I’d heard, Bull and Lacy were heading for his room.

  He grinned, nodding. “That was some party. You should have been there, Prez.”

  Emily was already dressed in slacks and a blazer with her hair up in a bun. I stopped behind her chair, bending down to take her chin in my hand and plant a passionate kiss on her lips. She tensed, no doubt embarrassed about the kid watching us, but then she opened her mouth to me, and I plunged right in. I needed this, and Bull needed to know where Emily and I stood. I wanted my property patch stretched across her back, but this would have to do until she was ready for that.

  We broke apart, and a faint blush colored her cheeks as she reached for her coffee cup.

  “I had better things to do,” I said, standing.

  “We should get going,” Emily said, putting her cup down. “You almost ready, Bull?”

  They cleared the table and I gave her one last kiss before the three of us headed out.

  *

  When I got back to the station, Wasp was leaned up against the wall. The second I parked, he peeled off and headed straight for me. His expression seemed excited and hopeful, so I took off my helmet and held it on my lap, waiting to find out if I’d have to head back out for something.

  “What’s going on?” I asked. “Did they find the girl?”

  “Not the girl, but a girl.” He grinned.

  “Stop playin’ with me. What the fuck does that mean?”

  “There was another girl. Some broad pressed charges against Noah Kinlan in college. Charges were dropped, girl left school, bastard got away with it.”

  Another girl? Shit, what was wrong with this pervert? “But the guys found her?” I asked.

  “Yep. We have an address. She lives in Mount Vernon with her folks. I don’t know if she’ll talk to us. How do you want to handle this?”

  Emily.

  No. I knew she’d have to disclose all evidence if the prosecutor asked for it, and I didn’t trust the mayor or his cronies. Who knew what Asshole Kinlan would do when he found out we had possession of someone who could wreck his chances of reelection?

  Unable to reach out to Emily, I called Pops.

  If anyone could make someone buy into a cause, it was Pops. On more than one occasion I’d told him he’d missed his calling as a salesman, because he could fundraise like nobody’s business. With a soothing demeanor and a tactic for every level of stingy you could fathom, I’d seen Pops tug on heartstrings, guilt, sweet talk, flirt, and when none of those worked, he’d talk their ears off until potential donors gave in.

  Pops didn’t just talk, though. He was the real deal, and he genuinely cared about people. It was a rare quality, and not one that could be easily overlooked. He made people feel safe, valued, and needed, which was why I needed his retired old ass to get back to work.

  “Hey, kid, what can I do you for?” Pops answered.

  To him, I’d always be “kid.” It wasn’t a sign of disrespect—Pops made it clear he was damn proud of the man I’d become—but rather a reminder that he was still older, wiser, and would still kick my ass if I stepped out of line.

  I filled him in on the situation, and in no time, we were on our sleds, cruising up I5 to Mount Vernon. We pulled up in front of a small ranch-style home with gray vinyl siding and a white picket fence. The neighborhood was nice, inhabited by working middle-class families who kept their yards mowed and their garbage cans out of sight. It was approaching nine a.m., so driveways were empty and the streets were clear.

  Pops and I parked in front of the garage and removed our helmets.

  “How you wanna handle this?” he asked, kicking his leg over the back of his bike.

  I couldn’t help but notice that it wasn’t so easy for him to dismount anymore. He winced and adjusted his hips. The old man was getting… well, old, and the kind of life he’d led had rode him hard and put him away wet. We had a ride down to Portland coming up soon, and I wondered how his body would handle it.

  “Don’t look at me that way, kid,” Pops said. “Still got plenty of years in this body.”

  I’d been caught. My concern must have been written all over my face. I bowed my head. “Yessir. And I don’t know. You’re the expert at this shit.”

  “What’d you say her name was again?”

  Pops used to be great with names, but his memory seemed to be fading with his agility.

  “Candice.”

  He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. “All right, but I’ll expect you to take notes. I can’t be doing your job for you every damn time you call.”

  “Yessir.”

  I hid a smile. Pops loved it when I asked him for help. I knew, because his wife tattled on him. Of course, Margo also admitted that she enjoyed getting him out of her hair from time to time, so she could have been blowing smoke up my ass to get some alone time. But judging by the smile barely hidden by his mostly silver beard and mustache, the old man liked to be tugged out from in front of his television set and reassured that he was still needed.

  Pops approached the door and knocked while I stood back. No sense in scaring the poor girl with two gruff bikers on her step. A mouse of a girl answered. She had to be younger than Bull, couldn’t have been more than five feet tall and weighed less than a buck. Keeping her hand on the door, and her footing light like she was ready to bolt, she eyed Pops warily.

  “Uh… hello?”

  “Hi. You must be Candice. I’m Jake.” He flashed her a disarming, helpless-old-man type smile. “I’m here with my boy Link to offer you the services of our club full of military vets who like to help people like yourself who’ve been wronged.”

  He handed her a business card.

  She flipped it over a couple of times before asking, “How have I been wronged?”

  “I have a daughter probably ten years older than you. She’s currently a helicopter pilot for the Air Force, but she got her education out of the way before she enlisted so she could go in as an officer. She wanted to go to U-dub for her degree, but it was so damn expensive she ended up at Eastern. From what I understand, you had a full ride scholarship at U-dub and a promising career in engineering until some asshole took advantage of you at a party. You’re tough and you tried to fight back, but then his daddy strong-armed you into withdrawing your accusation and dropping out. Now, you’re waiting tables at night while that asshole is out there preying on more girls.”

  Her brows drew together, and her expression fell. “There are others?”

  Pops nodded, his features softening. “One that we know of, but I’m sure there are more. One of our club members caught the little pervert in the act and sent him to the hospital.”

  Her eyes widened, and she let out a laugh before covering her mouth. “That’s why Noah’s in the hospital?”

  Pops gave her a proud smile. “Yes, ma’am. Our club doesn’t put up with that shit. Noah will be pissin’ blood for a while. Unfortunately, the ordeal landed our friend in the slammer. We’re working to get him ou
t and expose this little shithead for the predator he is. We want you to get you your life back, but we need your help. Can we come in and tell you about our plan to make Noah Kinlan pay?” he asked.

  She eyed us both one more time. Uncertainty twisted her expression, then something awesome happened. That little five-foot-nothing girl stood straighter and a level of steel-hard determination filled her eyes.

  “Yes.” She took a deep breath. “That asshole needs to pay.”

  As we followed Candice into her living room, she called her parents. They rushed home to join the discussion, and I felt confident Noah would pay for what he’d done. The bravery of people like Havoc, Candice, and Emily would make sure he did.

  Emily

  TUESDAY BEFORE LUNCH, I walked through the doors of Il Porto with both Bull and Jayson hot on my heels. Bull, because he was still playing bodyguard and attached at my hip, and Jayson, because he’d blackmailed me into letting him come.

  “Either you tell Bull, or I will,” my pesky assistant had informed me while I was getting ready to leave for my lunch meeting.

  I leveled my best no-nonsense stare at him. “I thought you liked Link?”

  “He’s the dreamiest. And perfect for you, Em. Just wait, that man’s gonna make a religious woman out of you.”

  “I don’t follow.”

  “Sec, I’m getting a vision.” He closed his eyes and massaged his temples like some sort of malfunctioning medium. “I see you on your knees for long hours at a time. What are you doing? Oh. Oh! You’re worshipping a… a python.”

  Link’s penis was definitely worthy of devotion, but I wasn’t about to tell Jayson I’d already been on my knees before it. Not to mention all the other ways I’d enjoyed his body.

  “As a Link fan, you should probably keep your mouth shut, because if you blab, Bull will call Link, and Link will overreact, and half the Dead Presidents will show up at Il Porto. Then my temper will flare in response to him thinking I’m some half-wit damsel in distress who can’t handle a lunch without him.”

  Jayson put a hand on his hip and a lifetime worth of sass into his expression. “I don’t understand why you think having backup is a bad thing. Everyone knows you’re a badass, Em. You wouldn’t lose one ounce of street cred by having a motorcycle club watching your back.”