by Nicole Fox
“Hey.”
I looked up as Wheeler put his hands on my shoulders. I went to push him away, but he kept his grip there.
“Let me go!”
“Throwing a hissy fit isn’t going to solve the situation.”
“That’s easy for you to say. He just put my name and face out there for the entire state of California and the country to see!”
“And he named my MC, too.”
I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
“You and literally every single chapter of the Satan’s Sons that’s in Cali. I doubt that cops are going to be looking for you, specifically. You’ll get off with a fucking slap on the wrist. Maybe not even that. Probably not even that.”
Wheeler shrugged.
“Maybe, maybe not. But it’s nothing that’s going to be handled by me going berserk.”
I shook my head and shoved at him.
“I need to get out of here,” I said. “Before they can link me to you crazy fucks even more—”
“Hey now, I didn’t light any of that fire, and I saved you, if you’ll remember.”
“Oh, yes, I’m sorry, you saved me so damn well, bringing me along with your band of arsonists. I’m sure I’ll fare much better here.”
“Ember. Stop.”
I felt like I was going to rip my hair out. Honest to fucking God—I could have screamed. I wanted to. Instead I looked up at Wheeler.
“What? What do you have to say that’s going to make this better? Because unless you can just magically snap your fingers for me? I’m fucked.”
“Listen. This is a shit storm. I’m not pretending like It’s not, all right? But you’re just going to get yourself in trouble running off in a haze because some rich little fuck boy decided to drop your name for whatever reason.”
“So what are you suggesting, then? Because I feel like staying with you is just going to get me even more fucked than I already am. They’ll think I’m involved. And you might not care about that, but I sure as hell do.”
Wheeler shrugged.
“Despite what you might think, tonight was out of line. I don’t approve; it went too far. There’s a lot here that needs to change, and as far as I’m concerned, it’s our fault you’re in this mess, so It’s our responsibility to fix it. Or at least mine; I don’t think anyone else will give much of a shit about you, but you don’t deserve to have this put on you just because you’re an easy target.”
I stared at him.
“What?” he asked. “You wanted an answer, there’s your answer.”
“You want to help me. Just out of the kindness of your heart?”
“More so it’s just the right thing to do, but whatever explanation floats your boat.”
I scoffed. This was ridiculous.
“Fine.”
“Fine?”
“I’ll stay here and let you help or ... whatever.”
He smiled.
“Good. In the meantime ...”
He walked toward me, getting in my space. I wasn’t intimidated by him, so I didn’t back away. I stood my ground. It was a lot like our encounter at the festival.
“I think we should pick up where we left off, don’t you?”
Chapter Six
Wheeler
I probably didn’t come off very serious about the matter to Ember. Truth be told—I was livid. I had known that our actions would come back to bite us in the ass, but then on top of that, this Jameson fuck face went and threw Ember under the bus. She had nothing to do about it.
I needed something to work out the tension and get my head cleared. And here Ember was.
Naked.
Hot.
She trembled under my gaze but she was far from being timid. I knew that the fire that had been lit between us at the festival still had potential to spark.
I also knew it was likely she would play coy.
“And why would I do that?” she asked. “Your people are the reason I’m in this mess, partly.”
“You didn’t have that much of a problem with me before.”
“That was before. This is now.”
I reached out and threaded my fingers through her hair. It was still a little damp. I gripped the hair at the base of her skull and tugged her toward me. I had learned already that if she didn’t like something, she would let you know—but she didn’t give me the same treatment that she had given Jameson when he had touched her against her will.
Honey eyes blazed.
I knew that spark was still there.
“Well, I guess It’s been a long day,” she said.
“Mmhm,” I agreed. I leaned closer to her.
“And I suppose we could both do with a little wind down.”
“Exactly what I was thinking.” I put my face right by hers, nose to nose, where I could see her pretty freckles.
“And I mean, it’s not like we should let the excitement from earlier go to waste. We almost got some fun in, didn’t we?”
“You’re speaking my language.”
She pulled into a kiss on the heel of my words, and I was glad for it—I didn’t want anymore talk. I wanted to fuck out my frustrations and my lust and if she wasn’t telling me no (welcoming me, even) then I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity.
I threw her back to the bed, eager to be on top of her. This was a hell of a lot better than arguing over what we were going to do about the fire.
I kissed her heavily, letting my tongue explore her mouth. She arched against me, moaning, before she bit at my lip a little and tugged on it. I pressed solidly between her thighs, letting her feel the growing erection in my sweatpants.
“You’re a little too dressed,” she breathed out. She shoved her hands under my shirt. I pulled back so it was easy for her to push it up and over my head. She tossed it away. “You don’t need that.”
I was surprised by how eager she was. She went back to kissing me, but didn’t stop there. She shoved her hand in my sweats and wrapping her pretty hands around my cock.
“Fuck!”
She stroked and pumped my length, getting me harder in her hold. I rocked my hips into the grip, enjoying the slight release of tension in her hand.
“Don’t just loom over me like an animal,” she said. She spread her legs a little while she worked me over. “I’m not lying here naked for your benefit.
I chuckled.
“I like the mouth you got on you, girl.” She smirked.
“Maybe if I like what you do to me, you’ll have something even better from my mouth.”
The promise made me growl and I went back to kissing her, rolling my hips into her hand while she stroked me. I slipped my fingers over her thighs. She mewled so pretty for me when I dug my nails into her skin, and I shoved her thigh farther apart. She rocked against me and I grinned against her mouth.
She was already soaking wet when I teased my finger over her slit. Dripping and hot, I groaned against her. I wanted to be inside her, but for now I was content to tease her a little. I caressed her slit, finger up and down collecting all that delicious wet that was pooling between her lips. I swirled it over her clit.
Ember bucked eagerly against me, pulling out of our kiss to gasp.
“Fuck,” she moaned out. I took that as proof that she wanted and wanted bad, and I kept my fingers on her pretty little bud while my cock pulsed in her hand and my precum slicked up my dick.
“Fuck is right. Just like that, Ember. Your hand is so goddamn good.”
She bit her lip and stroked me harder, and for that, I plunged my fingers inside her. She cried out in pleasure. When she tilted her head back, I took the opportunity to put my mouth there and nibble and suck. I could feel her pulse beneath my lips and it was the single best feeling in the world—feeling the very life of her pulsing hot like fire beneath her skin.
In, out, with the motion of her hand on my cock, I fucked into her tight little pussy with my fingers. She tightened around me and pulsed, rocked her hips against me. She was getting close—and
then she surprised me.
She took her hand off me and before I could tell her to put it back, she had us rolled over. I was on my back with this gorgeous bombshell on top of me. She took my cock back in hand and without hesitation, scooted her dripping pussy lips over me and slid down on top of me in one go.
We moaned out together. My hands flew to her hips and gripped. Holy fuck. She was tight. Wet. Pulsing. Goddamn hot.
Cock hungry.
I started bucking at the same time she planted her hands on my chest and began to ride me for what my cock was worth. The sound was wet with every slap of her skin against mine and hard rock of her hips. She even swiveled on top of me—almost like she had when she was dancing—and I tossed my head back, cursing.
“Goddammit, Ember, faster. Work that pretty cunt faster.”
She tossed her head back and I leaned forward as she bounced and ground on me. I took one of those beautiful big breasts in my mouth, sucking at a pert nipple.
“Harder,” she breathed out. “Suck and fuck me harder.”
I complied, latching onto her tit while I drove my cock into her pussy at the same speed she sat and rode me.
I didn’t think about the fire.
I didn’t think about Jameson.
I didn’t think about the troubleshooting I’d need to do the next few days.
This pretty girl was in my lap, taking me for a spin. All I could think about was how my room smelled like sex—straight up prime pussy and sweat, and if there was any fire I was thinking about, it was the liquid stuff pooling out from between Ember’s wonderfully thick thighs.
She called out and mewled like a little kitty in heat the more I fucked and the harder she went. I liked how she kept up, how she just kept going. I had staying power, so that was a plus. And I wanted this gorgeous, fiery woman to pop before I did.
When I felt it coming, I was a little evil. The rhythm of her hips was a little off, the tightness of her pussy even more constricting than it had been before. I flipped us, like she had before. I held her thighs wide open and apart and plunged my cock into her, fast and hard. She clawed at the bed sheets and wrapped her legs around me, cumming hard on my dick. I wasn’t far behind her. She was just too tight, and my hips stuttered before I had the sense to pull out of her. I would have stayed in her—there was nothing more pleasing than filling a woman’s insides—but I didn’t know what her deal was and I wasn’t trying to be roped to her for long.
I painted her thighs white instead of her pussy, but it was satisfying either way. I collapsed beside her, panting. My hand settled on her thigh and stayed there, playing through my cum. Her fingers joined mine. To my surprise, she brought her fingers to her lips. I watched as she tasted me on her. Not every woman liked that or liked doing it—it was a turn on that kept my cock twitching and didn’t let it go down.
Ember watched me, and I saw the smirk playing up on her lips and knew she was about to do something naughty. She sucked on her fingers, lapping up the mess of my cum on them. Then, like a predator watching prey—or maybe in this case it was the other way around—I kept my eyes on her as she slid down my body.
Was she—?
She was.
I rolled to my back as Ember settled between my legs, my mostly-hard cock right in her face. It was still wet with her pussy juices, and she wasn’t shy about dragging her tongue through it. I moaned, letting this gorgeous woman who I’d just fucked into oblivion have her way with me with her mouth.
And damn, she was an expert.
Ember licked and suckled up all the mess that we’d made of my cock with her pretty kitten mouth, and moved up to the head of my now fully hard cock. She sucked on it and played her tongue with the slit of my cock before she lowered her whole mouth down on me. She moaned, and I did too—I wanted to fuck her face.
My hand tangled in her hair and got a good grip as I bucked. Her throat tightened around me like that and I bucked against her. I expected her to ask to stop. I was a little more enthusiastic than most women could take. But Ember lowered herself down until her nose was pressing into my pelvis.
Fuck.
She was going to be the death of me. Fuck tension relief. I needed her in my bed all the time.
She let me have her throat like I had her pussy, her moans mixing with mine. The real turn on was when I realized that she was touching herself, too, while she did all of this.
She was getting off to having my cock in her mouth.
Christ.
I was so fucking close but I wanted to wait until Ember brought herself over the edge right there along with me. She obliged beautifully. She moaned harder and louder around my cock as she pumped it with her mouth and choked me down as I fucked into her pretty face. I knew she’d reached her climax when she really choked on me. I forced her down on my cock and spilled down her tight little throat since I hadn’t gotten the chance to fill her pretty pussy with my cum.
I eased up on her, and we lay there panting for a moment while we came a little more to our senses. Her breath ghosted along my thigh where she’d rested her head. I petted through her hair tenderly until she made her way back up to lie properly against me.
To my surprise, she nuzzled her face into my chest. I didn’t mind it too much.
“You feel better?” I asked after a moment.
“A little. You?”
“A little.”
We chucked together and settled into a silence. Coming down was nice. I was so hot. Satisfied. My cock softened in my lap and if I’d had the want to, I probably could have gone again and rolled her pretty ass over and fucked her from behind this go. It wasn’t that kind of fuck, though. We’d already gone twice, and I wasn’t here to make this a prolonged thing; it was just some tension relief. Still ... I didn’t take my hands off her, either. My eyes did start to slide closed.
God, you’re gonna let her snuggle all over you after sex and give the girl the wrong impression, Wheeler.
“Hey, Wheeler?”
No rest for the wicked, apparently.
“Yeah, Ember?”
“Did you mean it, about helping me? That wasn’t just some bullshit you were spitting to try to get in my pants, hm?”
I laughed.
“Hardly. I wouldn’t put so much effort into a lie just to get some pussy. Though yours is very, very nice pussy. So, there’s that.”
She smacked me.
“Be nice!”
“I am being nice. I just made you cum buckets on my bed and complimented you.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She settled herself against my chest once more, snuggling on me. “Whatever. Goodnight, Wheeler.”
“‘Night, Ember.”
Ember – Placeholder Chapter
I woke up before Wheeler, sore as fuck, but satisfied. That man knew his way around a woman’s body and his cock was nice to have in my mouth. The ache in both my pussy and my throat was what stirred me, in fact—but it wasn’t the uncomfortable sort from a guy not taking his time.
The sign of some good sex. Good sex I desperately needed the night before.
Lying in his bed now, though, I knew it was only a temporary fix—don’t get me wrong, I loved it. I didn’t regret it, either. But there were more pressing issues now that I had gone and shoved that attraction to Wheeler out of the way and he’d gotten his dick wet.
This business with the fire.
Jameson.
Now my … ties? To this motorcycle club.
On waking up, I realized that I hadn’t gotten my purse from my tent. It had my ID, my wallet—meaning my money—and more importantly, my phone. I knew numbers by heart, but I was essentially out on my ass with nothing. Zilch. Things weren’t looking good. The only thing that was working for me right now was the fact that Wheeler had volunteered to help me.
Honestly? I didn’t know why.
I watched him while he slept. It was still early, and while I was used to insane rehearsal hours, Wheeler obviously was not. He snoozed beside me, flat on his back with his
arms behind his head. He looked like a man who was basking in paradise and I was a little jealous that he could be in the middle of all of this and still look like he didn’t have a care in the world. Maybe that’s why he had been so nonchalant the night before.
Maybe this was shit he was used to.
Admittedly, it made me curious. That was a bad thing—I had been curious about him the day before, but that was when I was thinking about having a quickie with a stranger and having no strings attached with it. This was different. I would be staying with him for who knew how long.