by Nicole Snow
And he did. Good God, Firefly kissed me!
So deep, so hot, so blinding I could barely feel my fingers and toes.
For one wondrous second, there was nothing but him, this kiss, and our baby inside me.
He owned me, just like he'd said, but he didn't realize what that fully meant.
Thankfully for us, I had a few good decades to show him, every single day of our crazy lives.
* * * *
Brothers roared, slapped each other on their backs, and exchanged so many rowdy jokes a troop of Marines would've blushed. We sat at the head of the table, feasting on good barbecue and the best apple pie a la mode I'd ever had.
The badasses around us banged their bottles constantly, urging us to kiss. Bingo howled through the commotion, adding to the joyful chaos. I was used to the fork and glass thing at normal weddings, but this...well, nothing about it was traditional.
And that's why I loved it. A couple hours in, after we were full and happy, surrounded by friends and family, I couldn't keep my lips off him anymore.
Something about the flashpoint wedding, dressed in this old lily white skirt and matching heels, just made me feel like a virgin again.
One who was ready to give everything up to him tonight.
We'd just gotten through having our first real conversation as man and wife with Huck's sister. Hannah sounded more rough and tumble than I'd expected, a country girl at heart, despite her wild success in business.
I smiled the whole way through and laughed at her jokes – surprisingly dirty. She elbowed Firefly in the side, whispering not-so-quietly in his face.
“Go get her, bro. I'm glad it won't be at my place this time. Poor Mika had a ton of cleaning after you moved out. Those sheets took several cycles to rinse, you know.”
“Aw, fuck me, sis,” he growled, playfully shielding himself as she punched his arm. “You're gonna be on the receiving end one day. You can only fuck around with gazillionaires for so long before one of 'em wants more than a hot new deal for making coin.”
She stuck her tongue out, and we all laughed. I sipped my sparkling cider – non-alcoholic, of course – enjoying the sweet, sugary fizz along my tongue. Dust appeared over Hannah's shoulder.
“What the fuck you two still doing here?” he said, his cold gray eyes shining. “Hit the road and get this gal out on her honeymoon, boy. That's an order. Besides, I'm fixing to borrow your sis for a minute. Got something business-like to discuss in the backroom.”
Hannah and Dust shared a hungry look. My chest tightened, and I pawed at Firefly's hand, hoping nothing insane would happen.
Firefly just looked at both of them, standing a little taller. “Club business, or personal?”
“You wouldn't understand how to mix business and pleasure, Huck,” Hannah chirped, slowly sizing up the huge, handsome MC President with her eyes. Judging by the way she flipped her hair over her shoulder, she liked what she saw.
And what girl wouldn't? There wasn't an ugly man in the entire club. Lucky for me, I'd bagged the handsomest one of all.
“Whatever. I'm too damned happy today to give a damn,” Firefly said, turning to me and squeezing my hand. “Come on, darlin'. Let's blow this fuckin' bash.”
We turned to go, and we were halfway to the garages when Dust caught up to us. He grabbed me by the shoulder, and I stopped in my tracks, staring anxiously at the look of tension on his face.
“Had to come out here and say it, Cora. I think Jimmy would be proud. You've got your reasons for hating your old man, yeah, nobody's gonna blame you. You found yourself a good man,” he said, looking at Firefly, too. “My old buddy would've shit bricks if he'd found out you were marrying a biker. Hell, I nearly did myself, 'til I realized my boy here really meant this fuckin' crush. But he'd be happy, knowing you're with a good man. Hope it's helped him find peace, wherever he is. Oughta do the same for you, too.”
“That means a lot, Dust. Thank you.” I smiled, trying not to let the sadness of losing daddy so suddenly creep back into my heart.
“You enjoy yourselves. This glorious lovin' only happens once in a man and woman's life.” We both nodded solemnly, letting his words sink in, and Dust walked back to Hannah, leaving us to finish our short walk to Firefly's bike.
His words turned over in my mind on the way out the door. I'd thought about daddy a lot lately, somewhere in the space between getting tortured by monsters and falling in love.
He'd been a selfish, stupid prick for getting himself killed, for taking his own life. But he was also family, and that was beginning to mean the world to me with the baby on the way.
Firefly helped me put on my helmet and then took the seat in front of me, driving us to the gate. It was finally hot outside, the first sweet, sticky day of many, starting a typical Smoky Mountain summer.
We were planning to ride free, wherever the roads took us for the next week or more. We'd probably wind up somewhere around Gatlinburg and take in the touristy attractions for a few days, before we found ourselves a cozy cabin deep in the forests.
The sun shined bright and hot, but the air was crisp. My man was even hotter.
He was hard, and wonderfully ready for me, rippling underneath my fingertips as I held onto him. We took the winding roads leading deeper into the mountains with a smile on our faces, both knowing we had at least a solid week ahead with nothing but fun, love, and excitement.
I hadn't been this happy since the day I'd lost my father. Hell, maybe not even before then.
Life went on. The wedding proved it, and so did the fact that we were about to start a family.
Why should I hold onto the hate, the anger, the bitterness weighing down my heart? I had to set it free.
When we took a tight turn and I knew Firefly couldn't hear me over the growl of the engine, I mouthed the words, just a soft whisper disappearing in biker thunder.
I forgive you, daddy. I'll love you, always.
You were only human, and so am I.
I won't make your mistakes. But I won't hold them against you any longer.
I'll do better. I'll miss you.
Mark my words, your grandkids will grow up with the happiest smiles on their faces anyone's ever seen.
* * * *
We passed the exit to Gatlinburg a short while later. I squeezed his shoulders, pushing my face close to his ear, fighting to keep my lips off him.
“What's with the detour?”
“Gonna take you somewhere special,” he said. “By the time we get into town, half the shit'll be deserted and the fucks will move slow as molasses to get us checked in anyway. Can't wait that long, Cora. Can't fucking wait.”
He reached up and squeezed my hand, slowing as we turned onto an unpaved forest road. Little pebbles bounced all around us, jumping away from the bike. Thankfully, he'd slowed us down, taking us deeper, through the narrow veil of trees hanging overhead.
When he stopped near a couple large rocks and cut the engine, I heard it. A soft, peaceful stream burbled nearby, lending a natural white noise to this whole stretch of forest.
Overhead, the moonlight poured in through breaks in the trees and the kudzu vines, blanketing us in a soft, almost otherworldly glow. Firefly looked at me, his cold blue eyes big, bright, and finally, warm.
“It's beautiful out here. How do you find these places?”
He smiled, stepping toward me, pulling me into his arms. “Babe, I've got a whole damned map burned into my brain marking all the places I'm gonna fuck you someday. This one's a good start for our honeymoon.”
His hand slid slow, moving down my back, before he stopped on my ass and cupped it. I let out a moan for a split second, before his hungry lips covered mine.
We kissed. We twined tongues. We wedged our bodies together closer than the rocks lining the stream. Gradually, he led me toward it, into the clearing where more lovely moonlight filled the night.
“Fuck,” Firefly snarled, pulling me down to the ground with him. He tore at my clothes, nearly s
hredding poor Laynie's skirt.
I had to fight him to take it off without any damage, keeping my promise to return it to her in one piece. Once my sleek, bare legs were wrapped around him, there was no stopping him.
He tore at my top, threw off his own clothes, and hauled me up on his knees. The man looked so good out here in nature, so rough and primal, that I almost came the second he took my nipple in his mouth.
His teeth locked around it, all while his hand aggressively mauled my other breast.
Hungry. Possessive. Fucking hot.
My fingers reached across his shoulders, touching his back. I dragged my nails across his skin, careful not to rip him up, but wanting to just the same.
We'd shared too much blood, sweat, and tears. Tonight, we'd share bodies yet again.
I wondered why it always felt like it was new, exciting, and forbidden. He reminded me when his face sunk lower, kissing and nipping down my belly, before he started working on my thighs.
Growling, Firefly held my legs apart, the perfect view for watching the huge, dark stripes inked along his back ripple.
“Oh, Jesus. You're going to ruin me tonight,” I whispered, losing my words when his teeth pushed into the soft, sizzling skin around my inner thigh.
“Ruin you?” he echoed, forcing me to feel the heat of his breath in every word, dangerously close to my soft, aching pussy. “Baby girl, I'm owning you tonight, and every night after. Wrecking you for my dick's just the best part.”
Shit, shit! His tongue slid into me, pushing up in a slow, torturous lick. I practically self-combusted on the spot.
My hips rolled, dying to have his face wedged there good and proper. I craved his lips, his tongue, his everything without hesitation. They shot me straight to the beautiful stars and moon lighting up the night, all the places I wanted to frolic, alone with my man.
Sweet energy pulsed through me the instant he grabbed my legs, pulling them apart. All the better to take me with his tongue. Firefly licked straight through my folds.
He licked deep. Forced me to feel every scratchy prick of his stubble, one more thing that reminded me I'd married a real man, a big, beautiful bastard so hard and serious no one would ever question our love.
My body tensed up as his tongue lashes quickened. He found my clit, drew it into his mouth, and sank his teeth down just right, delicately holding the little bud taut while his tongue flicked over, and over, and over.
Holy hell! My fingers and toes instantly curled.
I needed something to grab onto, but there were no sheets out here. My legs folded completely around his body. My hands pushed through the scratchy earth, knocking the pebbles underneath us around while the stream sang to my pleasure.
Come, come, fucking come for me, darlin'!
I could feel him saying it, and nature urging him on. Hot, naked, and sweating underneath the moonlight, it hit me. I'd never done something this taboo!
Anyone could be watching out here. Anything, too.
And somehow, I didn't even care. Nothing else mattered except knowing that I had a man who wasn't afraid to strip me naked and fuck me stupid.
Anytime, any place, any way he pleased.
“Firefly, Firefly, don't stop!” I pleaded, scratching his short, dark hair when his tongue slowed.
He always teased me near the end. The bastard knew how to tie my body in knots and then cut them loose at once, sending me spinning off to pleasures I was just starting to comprehend.
But there wasn't any fathoming the ecstasy that swept in, picked me up, and slammed me down again.
I came – hard enough to make the stars quadruple in the sky.
Blood turned to fire, raging in my veins. The stream's gentle hum became a roar, pounding harsh and staccato in my head.
My hips bucked wild on his face, riding his tongue. His fingers dug deep into my thighs as he held me down, lashing me with strokes again and again.
Soon the stars were swallowed up in blinding white as every muscle in my body oozed sweetness. Tingling, burning, shooting up my spine, I writhed on his face, barely conscious of calling his name like a mantra.
“Firefly...”
My lover, my husband, my old man.
“Firefly.”
My love, my life, the outlaw I'd given my soul to.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, Firefly!” I screamed it, my entire body shaking as his wicked mouth sent a few final pleasure bursts streaking through my skin.
I'd love him forever. And the fact that he was so damned amazing at owning my body was just Reason One Thousand and One on the list.
“Hot fucking start,” he growled, pushing his cock teasingly against my entrance as I shook off my pleasure coma. “But we can do better than that. Everything we just did, that's good for a warm up, darlin'. You're gonna scream before this night's over. You'll come harder for me, Cora, and we'll both fuckin' love it.”
Harder? Oh, hell!
I reached up, brushed his Adonis abs with my fingertips, slowly dragging them down to the huge, throbbing perfection about to push inside me. Reaching for his shaft, I wrapped my fingers around it, and squeezed.
“Fuck, yeah!” he rumbled, closing his eyes as I stroked him slowly, up and down. “Just like that, baby. Make me hard as nails, ready to charge the fuck into you.”
It must've been well into the high seventies, and humid too, but goosebumps peppered my skin. I couldn't hold them back, knowing what was coming. I stroked his thick cock several more times, feeling it twitch in my hand, drooling pre-come just above my pussy.
Before, I was wet. Now, I ached worse, soaked like he hadn't just brought me off with the best oral pleasure I'd ever had in my short, sweet sex life.
“I need you in me now,” I whispered, trying not to bite through my lip. “Please!”
“No, darlin',” he said, grasping my hand and pushing it away.
He couldn't be serious?! I followed his eyes, turned toward something to the side, before they locked onto mine.
“Let's go.” With those two words, he picked me up, and carried me back to his bike.
For a split second, I thought the absolute madman was going to throw me down and ride off, both of us still buck naked.
He set me down instead. I pushed my toes into the soft Tennessee soil as he got behind me, took my hands, and bent me across the seat of his bike.
“Get a good hold, and keep it, woman. I'm gonna fuck you so hard that bike might flip,” he growled, kissing at my neck. His fingers pushed through my hair, wound it tight, and pulled, exposing even more of my neck to him. “We're making the only run that really counts, Cora. Not fuckin' stopping 'til the trees are shaking with your moans.”
Just like that, he pushed inside me. My eyes went wide and my fingers hugged the leather seat.
Oh, fuck. Holy hell!
Here. We. Go.
His cock drove deep, straight up to my womb, and then stopped for a second. His hands moved across my body while he held himself there, feeling me, listening to our breath coming heavier by the second.
“You love this shit, don't you?” His first thrust glided through me, stoking the fire in my veins.
“Yes!” It was hard to even speak with raw pleasure overwhelming my nerves.
His hand pulled my hair. The other wrapped around my front side, went low, and pushed between my legs. He pinched and flicked my clit while we fucked, hurling me out of my mind.
“Firefly...”
I whispered his name in between the strokes, saying it a little faster and harder each time he drove into me. The bike's wheels squeaked softly in the soil, supporting our weight, the only leverage I had to weather this storm of a man leaving me soaked and tingling to the core.
He tore me up each time his hips rolled, wrecking what little remained of the walls I'd put up since day one.
Firefly shredded me. Every thrust pierced deeper into my body, my heart, my soul.
Fucking wasn't supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be vicious, carnal,
and crude.
But he did so much more than that. Sex with him was a trifecta.
Love. Devotion. Family.
Every rampant flick of his fingers between my legs struck like lightning. I held onto the bike like the edge of a cliff.
Anything to keep myself from collapsing in the earthquake that was Huck Davis, my Firefly.
He jerked my hair tighter, bending my face to his until my ear laid against his lips. “Fucking come for me, baby girl! Come just like you're begging me to. Your pussy's clenching like a goddamned wildcat, drowning my dick in your juice. Let it all run wild.”
I bent my head a little more, moving into his grip, and kissed him. He plunged his tongue into my mouth, quickening his violent, ass slapping thrusts.
Another second, and I was gone.
Just lost it. Right on the spot.
My body went numb, joining my fingers. They'd lost their feeling about thirty seconds ago, digging into the bike's seat so hard I almost broke my hands.
He jerked my head, forced my mouth off his, and I screamed into the night. Oh, God, I shrieked like crazy, straight to the heavens, spilling all the nasty things he did to me.
About ten seconds in, I heard him make the feral grunt he always did right before he was about to explode. Our bodies crashed together even harder, and he pinned me to the motorcycle, slamming his cock into me so hard his thighs clapped against my ass like I was getting spanked.
That sound razed me all over again. I came harder, feeling him balloon against my womb, right before his cock jerked fierce.
He flooded me. Groaning, twitching, smashing his body into mine. We hugged and fucked and came together, grunting out our pleasure, breathless by the end of it.
My pussy took every molten drop of him. Even though he'd given me a baby, it still wasn't enough.
I craved him, needed his seed inside me on some desperate primal level I couldn't understand.
My body was made to be a vessel, and I'd finally found the only man I ever wanted – the only man I needed – to fill the empty void forever.
Our lips pulsed together again as we came down from the high. Then he grabbed my hand, pulling it off the bike, shadowing me against him as he pulled out.