MINE: Fury Riders MC

by Sophia Gray

  But that restraint wasn’t going to last for long. If she didn’t start doing something soon, I was going to grab the back of her head and push her down.

  Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait for long.

  Her small, pink tongue slipped out between her full lips and flicked across the tip of my cock. I shuddered and jerked reflexively, letting out a low moan of pleasure and appreciation. She looked at me with those big blue eyes, her lashes long, dark, and silky. Then she grinned. The hand wrapped around my shaft squeezed tighter around me and I cursed.

  “Shit, baby, that feels good. Do that again,” I ground out, remembering just barely that I still had my fingers dipped into her pussy. I did my best to focus on that movement, too, but it was difficult with the way she was touching—and the way she kept licking those damn full lips.

  She obliged my request, squeezing me again. Then she stroked me firmly several times before she put her mouth back towards the head. I felt her warm breath caress the tip of me right before she kissed the head. I thought I might die from her teasing, but then she parted those silky lips and popped me into her mouth.

  “Oh fuck!” I cried out, my hips trying to jerk up.

  She used her free hand to keep me down, or at least try to, her silky, delicate fingertips pressing firmly against my hip to keep me in place as her lips moved farther down. She swallowed not only my head but the veiny shaft it was connected to. I groaned and shoved my fingers into her waiting body more urgently as I felt her take more and more of my dick into her mouth. When I hit the back of her throat and she only barely managed not to gag, I cursed again.

  “Fuck!”

  A moment later, she pulled back from my cock. She let it slip out completely with a popping sound. Saliva coated my shaft and left a trail to her slightly open mouth. Her eyes met mine. “Is that dirty enough for you?” she murmured softly, still in that same sweet voice.

  “Fuck no,” I told her through gritted teeth. “I’m aching to be back inside you, baby.”

  She grinned at me, then winked. Before I could comment, her mouth swallowed me again. She began to bob her head up and down, her mouth coating my shaft with her saliva as her tongue swirled along the underside of my dick and then around the bulbous head before dipping back down. She kept one hand on my hip to prevent me from jerking too harshly up into her mouth, but the other continued to keep a firm grip around the base of me. That hand stroked the inch or so she couldn’t quite swallow, massaging and jerking it to make sure none of my erection went unappreciated.

  I continued to finger her, making her moan and hum as she sucked me. It amped up my own pleasure, but I also felt good knowing I was making her squirm with desire, too. She was wet, the slickness coating my hand, and I knew what I wanted was more than just a blowjob. But I also knew her mouth felt so damn good around my member that I wasn’t going to push for her to pull her mouth away again anytime soon.

  “That’s it, baby,” I ground out instead, feeling my pleasure mount and build. Soon, I’d explode. I realized that I hoped it was in her mouth—but that she probably wouldn’t appreciate that. “Keep doing that. Keep…ah, yes!” She gave me a hard suck and for a moment I couldn’t say anything. When I came back to myself, I was breathing heavily and knew that if I didn’t say something to her, I’d shoot my load into her mouth without warning.

  This is only a dream, who cares? some part of me asked, but even as that part pointed out my certainty that this was all a dream, there was another part that didn’t want to do that to her. Even if this was just a dream, even if she was only a figment of my imagination, there was something about those big baby blue eyes and that innocent look as she swallowed my member that made me want to take care of her. That made me want to be kind and courteous, even if that wasn’t my immediate need. “Baby, you should pull back,” I managed to warn, feeling my climax fast approaching. “I’m going to lose myself in that pretty little mouth if you don’t.”

  She paused. Her eyes flickered up to mine and for a moment, we just started at each other, my cock still buried in her mouth. Then she pulled back slightly and I thought she was going to release my dick before I came down her throat—but she didn’t. Instead, she worked harder. She suckled at me and pumped me with her hand until I felt like I had to burst.

  I tried to keep my hand moving inside of her, too, but as I got closer and closer to my own release, I faltered, focusing instead on her ministrations.

  She swallowed me as far as she could, my cock banging the back of her throat, and then sucked hard. That was when I felt it. A wash of pleasure so intense that for a minute I couldn’t do anything but jerk into her mouth in short bursts and let out a loud groan as my release washed through me—and my cum spurted into her mouth.

  She swallowed it all and held me within her mouth until I was finished. Finally, she pulled away and let my softening cock slip from her full lips. Panting, boneless, and a little delirious, I stared at her pretty, sweet face for a moment in awe. My free hand reached for her and caressed her face gently, wonderingly.

  Carefully, I tugged her towards me. She came willingly until her body was stretched out slightly above me, though her legs were still planted firmly on the side of the bed. Her sweet face was so close to mine that I could feel the heat radiating from her to me. She smiled at me, a girlish smile that showed off dimples and told me she had a few freckles that were light enough to miss until she was this close to you. “Did you like that?” she asked me in a whisper that washed over my body and sent shivers through me. I didn’t think I’d be ready to go again just yet, but with the way she was looking at me and talking, I thought maybe I would be soon.

  “Yes,” I answered her honestly, my eyes slipping across her features. “Yes, I did. I was right: you do have a dirty mouth.”

  She laughed softly, the sound barely more than a breath of air. “I hope you don’t mind.”

  “Fuck no,” I told her. “That’s the prettiest damn mouth ever.”

  Her cheeks reddened slightly, the flush making her look even better. “Thank you.”

  For a moment, we just stayed like that, with her bent over me and my hand stroking her warmed, rosy cheek. As I stared into her eyes, I said, “I don’t know your name.”

  She bit her full lower lip, then leaned closer. I felt her breath slide across my ear and felt another tremor of pleasure run through me. Maybe I will be ready for round two pretty quick. She whispered to me, telling me her name, but as with all dreams the details I needed and wanted the most seemed to get lost in translation. Her words slipped away on an invisible wind and the dream shifted to something that was just darkness. Blissful and peaceful, but unfulfilling if only because I didn’t get her name.

  Chapter 5

  Elle

  I woke up early feeling chilled as breath wafted around my face. It had lightened slightly outside, but the sun hadn’t really come out yet. Instead, the light that filtered into the windows from the cracks and crevices I hadn’t managed to seal up well enough was gray and soft. It was a little bleak, and for a moment I felt just awful.

  I had to remind myself I wasn’t home, not at mine or my parents’. This little cabin had been a Godsend last night, but it took a second to remember that this morning. I felt cold, there was a stranger sleeping on the couch at my back, and the dying embers of the fire were very few. It had gone out sometime in the night and that explained my chills.

  Shivering, I forced myself to crawl out from beneath the blanket that I had decided to share with my mysterious and sexy stranger. It was a warmth thing last night, because even with the fire, it wasn’t so warm in there that I didn’t want a blanket. I figured if we were both nestled beneath it, even if we weren’t cuddled—my face flushed at the thought of our bodies wrapped together in a tight embrace, pushed close to one another, legs entwined—together the warmth from our combined bodies would heat the air beneath the blanket and help us both out.

  It had worked and was probably the reason I wasn’t colder
than I was, but now I had to leave the comfort of it and try to bring the fire back to life. I couldn’t risk letting it get too cool in here, especially since I didn’t know what sort of condition my new and unconscious friend was in.

  As I got up, the chill instantly worse, I shivered and hurried over to where the stack of wood was. I’d used what felt like a lot of the logs, but there were plenty more and I hoped I’d only have to use a few more for today. Just until I got my car started—something I was dreading. My car didn’t do great in cold weather, and if the circumstances last night had been different, I would have tried to wrap up the engine block or something to keep it warmer through the night. It was something I’d learned on one of those camping trips. If you wanted to keep a car starting the next morning, make sure it didn’t freeze the night before.

  Unfortunately, we’d been so desperate for shelter and the snow had been so bad the night before that I hadn’t dared risk going back out into it.

  Even if it doesn’t start, I’ll probably have some kind of service once the storm’s passed, I thought optimistically.

  I grabbed several heavy chunks of wood, then several smaller ones. I stacked them into a neat house in the fireplace. Grabbing the poker off to the side, I poked beneath my makeshift house until I stirred up the embers enough that they were glowing brightly. Then I grabbed the lighter in my pocket and lit the bottom of the house. It caught quickly, and I was grateful to see it spark up and begin to consume the fuel.

  For a few moments, I stared at it, watching to make sure it was going strong and wouldn’t go out anytime soon, blowing on it occasionally to help it along. When I was satisfied the room wouldn’t freeze and I wouldn’t lose my fire, I glanced back over at my sleeping companion.

  He looked better, I instantly decided. His dark hair was dry now, the coloring a little lighter and tinged with an undercurrent of red that worked well with his rugged features. His eyes were still closed, but I pictured the bright green they were beneath, how they had entranced me the moment I’d looked into them.

  His breaths were even, his muscular chest rising and falling rhythmically. It made me feel a little better to think he was going to be okay. At least I thought he was.

  Earlier, when I’d been trying not to wake up and face the cold morning, I’d heard him groaning in his sleep. He muttered and mumbled as he had been all night and I couldn’t help but wonder what he’d been dreaming about. Had he been having nightmares? Should I have woken him up? I wasn’t sure, but I hadn’t wanted to stir him from sleep if I didn’t have to. Although his fever had broken sometime in the night, I knew rest was important for him to heal. And in the gray light of morning and the flickering firelight, I knew he definitely needed some healing.

  He was bruised and bloodied up a bit, telling me he’d probably been in some kind of fight. It was likely the reason he’d been lying in that ditch covered in snow when I found him, though I couldn’t be sure. Maybe it had been some kind of car accident instead.

  Regardless of the reason, he was injured and I had decided to pick him up, which made him my responsibility.

  Tearing my eyes away from him, I reminded myself that I needed to check to see if my phone had any service yet. I got up and stretched a little, starting to warm up, though the room was chilly still. I dug into my jacket pocket in search of my phone. When I found it, I pulled it out and turned it on. I’d turned it off in an effort to save what little battery remained, but as it flickered to life I saw it had been a mostly useless endeavor. My battery was flashing at two percent, which meant I didn’t have much time at all. I checked the service—no bars.

  Damnit. My battery was dying, the electricity in this cabin was out, there wasn’t a charger in my car even if I could get it started, and on top of it all I didn’t even get a damn signal!

  “Can things get any worse?” I wondered aloud.

  I glanced at the man on the couch. He was still sleeping soundly. Thankfully, whatever dreams had been wracking him seemed to have stopped and he was now calmly and peacefully sleeping. Or at least that was how it seemed from the outside.

  Deciding that I needed to check and see what was really going on outside, I first went to the large window from the front room. I pulled back the impromptu curtain I’d put up from the night before to see if I could assess the damage. Just from looking through the window, I could tell it wasn’t good. The snow was at the windowsill, meaning it was at least up to my knees and probably closer to my waist in all actuality. Which meant my car was probably buried up to the damn roof. Which meant I’d have to try to dig it out if we were going to leave today.

  And what’s the point of that? I silently asked myself.

  Assuming I could somehow dig out my car, which I doubted unless I could find a snow shovel around here somewhere, then I’d have to try to start the damn thing. Which I didn’t have a lot of faith in considering the block of the motor was probably frozen solid. I knew I should have braved the storm last night and tried to find something to wrap it up in.

  But even if I could uncover the car, and even if the motor wasn’t frozen, and even if it ran just fine—which it didn’t do before the storm, much less after—there was still the matter of the roads being blanketed. The main roads, the highways and such, might be okay. They had likely spread enough salt out that the roads would be slick and probably icy, but not covered in several feet of snow. But the ones that led in and out of this little area of unused cabins? It didn’t look like there was enough traffic to justify it, which meant I’d have to clear those roads, too.

  Not a very appealing prospect.

  Even less appealing if I couldn’t find a damn shovel.

  And if all of that wasn’t worrisome enough, there was the fact that the sky was still gray and overcast. What little sunlight was peeking through was still gray and I didn’t think that would change. Worse still, snow was still drifting down from those clouds. Meaning the storm hadn’t fully passed—or another one had come in to take its place.

  “Which means more snow,” I whispered.

  Deciding that if I was going to make an attempt at digging out my car—or getting anything out of it—I’d have to do it now, before the next blizzard decided to wrap us up like a cocoon in this little cabin for the next day or so.

  I bundled up as best I could, made sure the fire was going strong, and briefly checked on the man sleeping on the couch before heading out into the snow. I was right: it was up to my hips. Moving through it was harder than it looked, and it didn’t exactly look easy.

  When I first stepped outside, I looked around at the area and noted two things. The trees were noticeable only because their trunks weren’t holding snow like their limbs. And everything looked the same.

  I stood on the porch, which was covered mostly by a snowdrift where the storm had pressed it in despite the overhang. I turned around in a circle until I came back to the front and noted that I couldn’t tell anything apart. If I got lost out there…well, I didn’t think I’d come back. I wished I had a compass or something, but it was back home in my emergency pack—which I ironically hadn’t brought with me.

  I won’t need it for a quick trip to my parents, I had thought. Now I could kick myself for my own stupidity.

  “I’ll just have to mark it,” I told the air. Thankfully, the snow was falling straight down instead of from the side. It meant the wind was down, which helped a lot with the cold. It was still frigid outside of course but at least it wasn’t biting. Pulling my coat tighter around me, I dipped back inside to find something that I could use as my proverbial bread crumbs to lead me back to the cabin.

  I went to the kitchen first and looked around, but couldn’t find anything useful. Cutlery, the canned food I’d found the night before, some pots and pans and plates. Nothing that would work well for marking the path. I thought about just going out there and finding my car, then using my earlier footprints to lead me back, but that seemed like a really foolish idea. If I only took a minute or two, it would p
robably be fine, but if I ended up taking a while, then I’d be in trouble. The snow was still falling, meaning that my tracks could fill up before I had time to follow them back to the cabin.

  You’re probably just being overly cautious, I thought to myself as I checked the last couple of cabinets in the kitchen. Still nothing.

  I told myself that if I found nothing, I’d still be fine. The tracks would be deep since the snow was too deep and surely they would take a long time to fill up. But I was still nervous, so I moved from the kitchen to down the hall.

  I hadn’t gone further than the hall because I’d found a closet with what I had been looking for. Spare blankets, quilts, and even a couple of pillows. Just past that was the bathroom, and after that I wasn’t really concerned with what was in the rest of the house. But now that I was on a mission, I acknowledged that looking back there was probably a good idea.

  Starting with the linen closet again, I dug through it in search of something useful. Towels, pillow cases, some sheets. I paused on the sheets. If I had to, I could tie them together and use them to mark my path, but I didn’t really like that too much. I’d need a lot of sheets, and they were white to boot, meaning they’d be really hard to see in the snow. Still, I set them aside just in case.