Maverick (The Black Hornets MC Book 2)

by Savannah Rylan

  “Keep that kind of talk up, and I might just throw you over my shoulder and slap your ass.”

  “Is that a promise?”

  I drew in a deep breath. The roar of the bar had faded away, and the bartender was no longer of any consequence. I forgot about my encounter with Andres and the people of the bar that ran up to me the second I walked in. I forgot about the church meeting tomorrow afternoon or the fact that I was still hungry after wolfing down twenty damn chicken wings.

  The only thing that mattered was this beautiful woman sitting in front of me.

  And how I’d have her before the night was finished.

  “Do you make it a habit of sucking on men’s fingers in random dive bars?” I asked.

  “Not usually their fingers,” she said.

  “So, their toes?”

  Her eyes widened, and she curled her lips into her mouth to keep from spitting out her drink. She swallowed and started giggling, and I reached over the edge of the bar to grab her a napkin. I handed it to her, and she dabbed at her lips, and I noticed that no lipstick or anything came off with it. The red pout she had was completely natural, and I felt my cock leak against my boxer briefs as I tried to suppress a groan.

  The fucking red of her lips was natural.

  Damn it.

  “No,” she said, giggling. “I don’t suck toes either.”

  “Does it bother you if I do?” I asked.

  “Honestly? Never had them sucked.”

  “Really? That’s a shame. Usually, they taste like chicken.”

  She let out another giggle, covering her beautiful face with her used napkin.

  “But if you put a little ketchup on them--.”

  “Okay, you really need to stop. That’s too much,” she said.

  “Not a fan of the gross humor?” I asked.

  “Not a fan of burning alcohol down my windpipe.”

  I grinned and gave her a few seconds to collect herself.

  “Here we are having this sexy little exchange, and you’re talking about putting ketchup on toes,” she said.

  “Want me to change the subject?” I asked.

  “Yes. Please. Because I have a wonderful drink in front of me and I can’t enjoy it while laughing.”

  “Great. Then, I’ll sit here and wait until you’re done.”

  “What?”

  “I’ll give you a rest, but only because you asked so nicely,” I said, winking.

  I watched her cheeks flush before she brought her drink back to her lips. I followed the movement, watching as her lips curled slowly around the edge of the glass. Her fingers latched around the cup delicately. Smooth and plump, like her legs as they sat there, cross-legged on the stool beside me. She set her drink down and let her hands wander into her lap. She sat back in her chair as her eyes connected with mine. I reached out and slipped my fingertips into her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear.

  “Do you like having your earlobes nibbled on?” I asked.

  I let my knuckle trace the shell of her ear as her eyes fluttered closed.

  “Mmmhm. That I do like,” she said.

  “Good. Because I hear they taste like steak.”

  And when she threw her head back to laugh, she filled the bar with the most pleasant sound I’d ever heard in my life.

  She’d be the death of me tonight. But if I played my cards right, I hoped my cock would be able to return the favor.

  Chapter 6

  Gabriela

  Oh, Maverick was a great deal of fun. But I noticed that not once through the conversation did he ask me for my name. Which was fine. No name meant more anonymity. But, no name also meant a chance that this would be nothing but a one-night stand. I had to admit, I wouldn’t mind something like that with him. He was sexy. Virile. He knew what he wanted. And his jokes were amazingly funny. At least, I thought they were. He slipped them in at the most inopportune of times just to bust the mood before rebuilding it back up again. He caressed my body in places most men never got to touch the first night. My ear. My thigh. My neck. My lower lip. All after a joke that left me falling apart in laughter, and all in an attempt to build back up a mood that joke destroyed.

  If that was his shtick to get women, then I’m sure he had made his way around town a time or two.

  I had so much fun with him that I almost forgot why I was at the bar. Almost. And it sort of caught me off guard. For such a tough-looking guy, I was surprised at Maverick’s sense of humor. His boyish charm. The way his smile added a youthfulness to his face. Not only was he trying to find ways to make me smile or laugh, but he was trying to find ways to get himself closer to me. Not so he could slip his hand between my legs, but so he could gently caress more of me.

  I loved that.

  “So, do you live around here?” Maverick asked.

  “Here and there, yes,” I said.

  “Does that mean you bounce around from home to home? Or street to street?”

  “Are you calling me a prostitute?”

  He held his hands up playfully. “I don’t know. You wrapped your tongue around my finger. I’m just calling a spade a spade.”

  “I am not a lady of the night.”

  “Are you sure? Because that outfit is tight and those heels are tall.”

  “I’m short!”

  “Your breasts are also pouring out your top. It really is nothing but a scrap of clothing.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “Is this your way of getting me in bed? By insulting me?”

  “No, this is my way of ushering into this joke. So, beautiful, if you’re not the lady of the night, will you be the lady of my night?”

  I quirked an eyebrow. “That sounds less like a joke and more like a horrendous pickup line.”

  “Did it work?”

  “Not a chance.”

  “Are you an angel? Because I think you fell from heaven.”

  “I don’t think that’s how that one goes,” I said.

  “I’m lost. Can you give me directions to your heart?”

  “Nope.”

  “Is that a keg in your back pocket?”

  “No,” I giggled slightly.

  “Damn that’s a shame.”

  “Why?”

  “because I sure would have loved to tap that ass,” he said, grinning.

  I giggled and shook my head. His hand fell to my bare knee, and I felt electricity surge up my spine. Oh, he was good. And the way his thumb smoothed over my skin had my nipples puckering for him. I wanted him. More than I cared to admit. And I knew that was a bad thing because he was my target. My mark. My way into the club. But, I couldn’t help it. The man was too damn hot, too damn charming, and just the right amount of corny to make me smile like a damn school girl.

  I wanted what was underneath his clothes, and I justified it in my mind as work in order to convince myself of it.

  After all, how else was I getting back to his place to look around?

  “Well, while I’ve enjoyed this conversation, I believe I need to use the ladies restroom,” I said.

  “The back door isn’t down that hallway if that’s what you’re wondering,” he said.

  I leaned forward a little, feeling his breath pulse against my lips. “So, you know where the restroom is.”

  My eyes connected with his and I tossed him a playful little wink. And I could have sworn I heard a rumbling in his throat. I slipped from the chair and reached for my purse, then slowly began heading towards the smoky sign that pointed to the restrooms. I swayed my hips, making sure to take deep strides, so my ass jiggled specifically for his viewing pleasure. And once I got to the opening of the hallway, I peeked over my shoulder and gave him the one-two with my eyes.

  I watched his feet hit the floor before I headed down the hallway, making my way for the bathroom.

  By the time I got the door, I felt a pair of hands fall to my hips. My body went careening through the swinging door before I heard it slam shut and a lock throw itself into place. I whipped around in the one-person
bathroom and held my breath. The lights were off, and I couldn’t see a damn thing. I heard his feel falling. I felt the warmth of his presence. But it wasn’t until my back hit the wall and his knee pressed between my legs that I was able to get a sense of where he was.

  And my hands fell to his chest as my eyes raked up his shadowy form.

  “You teased the wrong man tonight,” he said.

  His nose came down against my neck, smoothing up my pulse point before his lips sucked on a patch of my skin. I gasped at the warmth of his lips. At how soft his pout was. The beer on his breath and the lime dancing along his skin was intoxicating to me. It reminded me of home. Of a time when I didn’t work for the family business but spent my time listening to my mother tell me stories. I closed my eyes and threw caution to the wind. I allowed myself to forget about everything. About the business and who my mark was. About the case and information that I had to find out. But my mind could only focus on Maverick.

  “I don’t know your name,” he murmured against my ear.

  I shivered as his boyish voice dropped an octave, filling my body with the manly essence that dripped over his twitching muscles. I turned my lips into his. Felt them dancing and fluttering along his skin. My eyes panned up to his, and I took in the whites of his eyes. I couldn’t see the blue. Just the dim white against a shadowy background. But I knew he was there. Waiting. Lurking. Stalking me, like prey.

  And I’d gladly be hunted by him.

  “Anything you want it to be for the night, handsome,” I whispered.

  His hand fisted my hair, and he drew my head to the side. His lips devoured my neck, causing my leg to slide up his form. His hand gripped my skin tightly. Commanded my presence and told me with his grip where he wanted me to be. His teeth raked along my skin, and my knees buckled. I fell to them, my hands gliding down his body. I don’t know what came over me, but I needed to taste him. Feel him. Nuzzle my nose against him. My hands worked at a furious pace, ripping his tight jeans down to his knees and pulling his cock out from behind his boxer briefs.

  It was so damn big it couldn’t even stand on its end. It just hung there, thick and pulsating, ready for my lips to take it.

  I reached my tongue out for his dick, sliding it against his skin. I heard him suck in a deep breath of air as his hand fell to the wall behind my body. His cock twitched against my skin. I nuzzled the wet tip with my nose, taking in the scent of him. Musky. Salted. A bit woody, probably from riding around on his damn bike. Fuck. I bet he looked wonderful straddling that thing.

  The image alone churned a fire in my gut.

  I slipped my lips around the tip of his cock, and he groaned out. His hand fisted my hair, slowly pushing me as far as I could go. Which wasn’t far. Fuck, he was thick. I couldn’t open my mouth wide enough to get even halfway down his dick. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, lapping up his precome and memorizing the way this powerful man tasted. All that boyish charm, and all of it to mask the damn slab of steak he had hanging between his thighs. My hand came up and wrapped around the thick base of his cock. My lips and my hand didn’t even touch one another, his cock was so long. I moaned. I trembled at the way he gasped at my touch. His sounds were perfect. Epic. And the way his fist commanded my head made me weak for him.

  “Fucking hell, beautiful. Just like that,” he grunted.

  His hips rolled into my face, and I closed my eyes, reveling in the comment. His girth pulsed against my teeth. A sensation he didn’t seem to be phased by. Maybe he was used to it. A woman’s mouth not fitting him. I hollowed out my cheeks and felt him buckle for just a second, catching himself against the wall. He released my hair and pressed both hands behind me. He spread his legs and rolled his hips slowly into my mouth. I worked my hand up and down the base of his dick, squeezing and allowing my spit to lube him up so I could work him faster. Harder.

  I wanted him to fall apart without a name to call. I wanted to hear him call me ‘beautiful’ again.

  “Shit. Fuck. Oh, yes, beautiful. So good. Such a tight… mouth.”

  I moaned around him, bobbing my head as my hair swayed. Spit dripped down my chin. Drops of precome made their way onto the tip of my tongue. He panted above me. His head fell to his forearm, pressing his dick further down my throat. I gagged around him and heard him growl at the sensation. He reached down and held my head to his cock. I worked through the pain. Through the automatic reaction to pull away. I pressed my free hand against his thigh and pumped his cock with my other hand, my tongue lapping at the slit of his dick.

  “Yes. Yes. Like that. Don’t stop. Holy shit, you beautiful woman. Don’t fucking stop.”

  I hummed around his dick, my lips smiling for him. I slurped up my spit before allowing it to dribble down my chin. I lost myself in what he felt like at the back of my throat. What his massive hand felt like holding me there as he rutted against my cheeks. Droplets of precome turned to strings. And strings turned to threads. I moved my hand to his balls, cupping them and playing with them as he groaned out into the bathroom. No more words. No more coherent statements. Just a bunch of chopped up syllables that didn’t mean anything except that I was good at what I did.

  But at the time, all I wanted to be was good enough for him.

  “Fuck. So close. I’m coming. I’m coming, beautiful. Pull away. Pull away.”

  I shook my head at his statement. I didn’t know how big his load was going to be, but I wanted it. All of it. I pressed his cock as far back as I could stand as tears dripped down my cheeks. I released my hand from around his dick, pushing both of them into his trembling thighs. He grunted out into the bathroom. Obscenities fell from his lips that wet my panties between my legs. I wrapped my arms around his thighs and pulled him closer, feeling the way his spurts of come fell down my throat. Thread after thread. Pump after pump. I never thought it was going to stop. He poured his salted juices down my throat as I knelt there, my knees aching and my arms holding his meaty body close.

  And when he finally stopped unloading against my tongue, my hands slipped from his legs, and I slowly worked his cock from between my lips.

  Chapter 7

  Maverick

  I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t fucking think straight. This woman, with her tight throat and her large lips and her hands that just wouldn’t quit. I’d come faster than I had with any other woman in my life. I drew in the air as deeply as I could. I felt my cock fall from her lips with a pop. I wanted to reciprocate. I wanted to fist her ass, set her on top of the sink countertop, and taste the beauty of the juices between her thick thighs.

  But I couldn’t move.

  “Well,” I said breathlessly.

  I heard her giggle as she slid away from me, slowly climbing to her feet.

  “How was that?” she asked.

  “Pretty amazing, honestly. I mean, it’s new for me,” I said.

  “A blowjob is new for you?”

  “No,” I said, shaking my head. “A women’s restroom. Never been in one before.”

  She giggled and playfully slapped my arm, causing a tired smile to bloom across my cheeks. I liked her laugh. Her small giggle. It was carefree, and it lit up her eyes. If I could see them. I slowly walked my legs towards the wall before I bent down, forcing my body to move after such a tremendously earth-shattering orgasm. Stars still burst in my damn eyes, and a forest fire raged in my gut. And while my cock felt emptier than it had been in months, it was still rock hard for her.

  Fuck. No woman had ever made me this wanton before.

  I stuffed myself back into my pants, then reached out for her body. I pulled her to my side and crashed my lips against hers, tasting my mark upon her swollen pout. Her hands ran through my hair. She stood on her tiptoes, even with the heels on, just to reach my face. I wrapped my arms around her and allowed my tongue to explore her depths. The essence of her tongue. The softness of her cheeks. She whimpered against my lips, and the muffled sound was all I could take. My forehead fell against hers as the two of u
s scrambled to breathe, and then my hands fell to the one thing on her I’d wanted to touch all night.

  I reached down and cupped her glorious ass cheeks.

  “Wanna get out of here?” I asked.

  I felt her nose nuzzle against mine before she nodded.

  “I’d love nothing more,” she whispered.

  I didn’t know this woman’s name, and I didn’t give a shit. I didn’t care where she had come from or where she was going. All that mattered was that I’d get a chance to have her again that night. I took her hand and led her out of the bathroom, then brushed past the bar to get outside. The bartender would put it on my tab. He always did. He’d leave himself a decent tip, too. Which was something I’d had to get on him about over the years. I led us outside and into the cool nighttime air, and automatically she began to shiver. I slipped my coat off and wrapped it around her, then led her to my motorcycle and helped her on.

  “You promise I won’t fall off this thing?” she asked, giggling.

  “As long as you press up close behind me, you won’t,” I said.

  Her eyes flashed with something. A desire. A wanton glance. And it was something I couldn’t wait to explore. I felt her slip her arms around my waist and hold me close. Almost as if she was fearful of something. She pressed her cheek against my back, and I struck up my bike, and then I felt her sigh against my black t-shirt.

  But it wasn’t the kind of sigh I expected.

  It wasn’t a sigh of content or happiness. It wasn’t a sigh of relaxation or acceptance. It was a sigh of regret. Well, maybe regret wasn’t the right word. I could tell by the trembling of her body that she regretted nothing. And with the way her pussy heated against my lower back, I could tell she was awaiting more of the same treatment from me. Which was good. She needed to be good and wet for me. All women did. The biggest complaint I got from them was that it hurt too much. It was why I had perfected the craft of oral sex. Sometimes, it was the only way I could get laid. The only way I could get a woman to at least try to stretch herself around me.

  No, this beautiful woman’s sigh wasn’t of regret. But it did have a twinge of despair to it.