by KB Winters
“That sounded like a yes,” he groaned, sliding my panties to the side as one finger, then two slipped inside. “But I’m willing to work for it.”
His mouth crashed down onto mine and I swear, in less than a minute his mouth and his fingers had my whole body shaking with intensity. His fingers plunged deep and fast, this thumb creating dangerous circles on my clit.
“Savior,” I moaned in his ear as his lips went to my neck, skating across sensitive flesh, now cooled by the ocean breeze. “Fuck, yeah.”
I hung on to him as my orgasm washed over me, so fast I should’ve been ashamed. I wasn’t. At all. He had the ability to make me explode with just a touch, and he wielded that power with expert precision.
“Shit,” I hissed, trembling inside and out.
“You already said that.” His deep chuckle gave me a shudder of aftershocks that had Savior pulling me closer, kissing a line from my neck to my shoulders. “But it didn’t sound like a yes.”
“What am I saying yes to, again?”
He laughed and kissed me, right there under the moonlight, kissed me until my legs shook and I had no choice but to hang on to him, or drift away forever.
“Does it matter? Just say yes, sweet Mandy.”
I didn’t know what I was saying yes to, but with his lips and hands all over my body, the gentle kiss of the salty sea air, it didn’t matter all that much. He could have stripped me bare right there on the beach, took me hard and fast while the partiers looked on, and I would have let him. I pulled back with a smile, licking my lips as I said the word we both wanted to hear.
“Yes.”
***
There was a tickle behind my knee, making it hard for me to sneak in the last hour of sleep before I had to get ready for the morning. Today Jana and Max were getting married, and I was going to help them start their marriage on the right foot. It was kind of ironic, the girl with no family being such a big part of helping two people become one. It was a unique experience and one I was both excited and honored to share with my new friends.
That tickle persisted, this time moving up my leg until I felt the tickle of a beard and purred. “Good morning.”
“It is now. Christ, woman, I thought I was gonna have to start jumping on the bed to wake you.”
Savior frowned, his blue eyes looked like crushed sapphires in the morning sun, and I just laughed.
“Maybe if you were a little more insistent, I would have woken up with a smile.”
I giggled when he growled and nibbled on the inside of my thigh. Me, Mandy Sutton, found herself giggling. With a sexy, bearded biker wearing a determined glint.
“I can do insistent,” he said, using his shoulders to push my thighs apart. His hands were warm just like the rest of him, his breath whispered against my core, cool against the slickness. He spread me apart, blowing gently until I moaned.
“Watch.”
“Yeah, okay,” I panted. He was so close to where I wanted him, where I craved him, but not close enough, dammit.
“Mandy.” His voice, deep and commanding, held me captive. “Watch. Don’t look away.”
Shit, how could I look away when he wore that look. I didn’t want to miss one fucking second of this show. And I didn’t. From the moment his tongue lapped at my clit, slid deep into my body, I couldn’t tear my gaze from him. Eyes closed, pink tongue darting in and out, like a dance where he figured out which steps drove me out of my mind the fastest.
“Savior,” I moaned, arching my back.
He smiled and his gaze held mine, but his mouth never stopped torturing me. Loving me. Teasing me. Everything he did, included exaggerated motions so I could see explicitly what he was doing to me. He fucked me with his tongue, teased my clit with his teeth, his tongue, his whole mouth. Sucked me in and tugged hard until lightning flew out of my pores, his name flew from my mouth like a prayer. Or a curse. I held his head, watching him as I ground against his face, his slick smile driving me towards another orgasm. He pulled back.
“Number two’s on me.” He stood and reached for my ankle, pulling me to the edge of the bed. “Literally.”
I reached out to him, wrapping my hand around his long, thick cock, licking the bead of liquid perched at the tip. He really was beautifully built, his cock was long and thick, the head a perfect mushroom that slid against every one of my nerve endings when he plunged deep inside me. It was damn near perfect as far as I was concerned.
“Mandy,” he grunted, tugging on my hair and making me moan. “You’re a fucking dirty girl, aren’t you?”
He smacked my ass on the last word, punctuating his question with a smack.
“Oh!” I squeaked at the initial burst of pain but the pain hadn’t left when the pleasure came, fanning out over the area and making my pussy pulse. He did it again on the other side and I wasn’t surprised by my reaction this time. “Maybe I am.”
He laughed, rubbing soothing circles over the places where he’d spanked me.
“You definitely are,” he said with absolute certainty as his cock head nudged my opening from behind, sank deep, long and slow. “Fuck, Mandy. Always so fucking wet for me.”
“She’s hungry for her favorite meat,” I told him, drawing a hearty laugh from him that was in stark contrast to the heat of the moment.
“She won’t go hungry on my watch,” he said, holding my hips so he could slide as deep as he wanted. “Fuck, Mandy,” he grunted as he pulled out and thrust deep, again and again, his breaths coming in fast and shallow.
It was so good. Too good. The kind of good that made you shout outrageous things in the throes of passion, the kind of good that could make you forget everything else in your life.
“More, Savior. More! Yes!”
A primal grunt ripped from his mouth, his knee swept mine until the whole front of my body was flat on the bed, his body pasted against my back. From this position, I was defenseless. I could do nothing but accept the pleasure he laid on me. The sharp, passionate bites on my shoulder and neck, the hard way he gripped my hips as he pounded into me.
“Fuck my cock, baby, this pussy is mine!”
My body shivered at his words, at the way he grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks, sinking deeper into me. So deep I couldn’t tell if we were still two people, and that was dangerous thinking this time of morning. On a wedding day. With a guy like him. I pushed that thought away, because he grabbed my wrists in one of his hands, holding them above my head as he held me in place with the other, pounding into me for all he was worth. So hard, so deep that the sound of our slick skin smacking together blended with our moans for an intense rhythm that pulsed through my whole body.
“Savior,” I warned.
“Let go Mandy. I got you.”
So I did. He sank his teeth into that spot at the crook of my neck, pounding so hard and fast into me that my orgasm spilled out of me like a bucket overflowing with water.
“Oh, god! Vick, yes, fuck yes!”
And then I was lost to the pleasurable energy, the passion that flowed out of me like warm honey while Savior continued to drive into me, in search of his own pleasure.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”
“I’m face down,” I told him, squeezing my inner muscles until he groaned.
“Yeah but the way your shoulders and neck turn pink just before that orgasm explodes out of you, makes me harder every time I see it.”
He sat up, leaving my back cool and damp as he pulled my hips up so my ass was exposed to him.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he growled, sliding back into me on a long, hard thrust.
“Fuck, yes,” I moaned. “No one is asking you to.”
He held my hips with both hands, pounding so deep that my arms shook. I arched my back and he sank into me, shouting as his orgasm surprised him, barreled out of him and right into me.
“Mandy.” He said nothing else, just my name, over and over.
I liked that.
I liked it more
than I should.
“Too bad there’s a wedding in a few hours,” I finally said when I could breathe normally.
“Or, it’s a good thing we need to be extra clean on this very special day. We’ll need a long, hot shower,” he grinned.
“And we should probably do it together, right? Better for the environment that way.”
“Anything to help out Mother Earth,” he grinned again, pulling me to my feet.
“You, Savior, are a true conservationist,” I joked with him, but this fun, warm feeling felt a hell of a lot like trouble to me. The kind of messy trouble that left a girl with runny mascara and no faith in herself. The kind of messy I did my best to avoid.
I ignored the warmth and the affection, focusing instead on the heat and intensity. The hunger that was always there between us.
Chapter 12
Savior
Some people were suckers at weddings. They got all sappy and misty-eyed as the bride walked down the aisle, love shining in her eyes as she made her way to the man who could see nothing but her. Here, among battle scarred bikers and chicks with more than their fair share of issues, the romantics stood out. Surprisingly, Mandy wasn’t one of them. She wore a pretty smile and she seemed genuinely happy for them, but not longing for what they had.
I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I felt some relief at that. Having the girl you’re sleeping with getting moon-eyed and sappy at a wedding wasn’t exactly the path toward keeping shit uncomplicated. Despite my worries, I could appreciate the beautiful simplicity of the wedding. Jana’s pregnant belly couldn’t be contained by the gauzy white dress she wore, molding over the kid we’d all meet as soon as the wind blew. She couldn’t stop smiling, tears shining in her eyes as she and Max held hands and promised to love each other forever and ever. I wasn’t all that sure about forever, to be honest, but if anyone had a shot — it was Max and Jana.
We’d nearly lost Max to PTSD and if not for Jana, we probably would have. Her and those damn painting classes had saved our boy, so not only was she one of us, Jana was the fucking best of us. And when they shared their first kiss as man and wife, even a cynical fucker like me felt like the world had gotten something right.
The ceremony was beautiful, at least according to Teddy who had run everything with the skill of a five-star general, and Jana, who couldn’t stop gushing as we all stood, posing for pictures. I wondered how many damn photos one couple needed as the photographer rotated the bride and groom, the best man, Golden Boy and Maid of Honor, Teddy, and then the other bridesmaid, Mandy, along with me, Cross, Lasso and Jag. So many fucking pictures.
“Thank fuck,” I groaned when the photographer hurried off to get some scenic shots.
Max chuckled and wrapped his arms around his wife. “Sorry babe, but Savior is right. I don’t think our place is big enough for all the photos he took.”
“All right, shut up,” she said with a laugh, waving her hands to stop all the jokes about the wedding photos. “It’s over now and you all survived. Big babies.”
She went down the line, hugged each of the Reckless Bastards who had stood up with her and Max today.
“Thank you guys. You all look so handsome today, I’m glad I got tons of proof.”
She laughed at our shocked faces, squealing when Golden Boy picked her up off the ground, smacking a kiss to her cheek. “Stop that Tate, before this baby drops right out of me.”
With a collective groan, her words drove the men away. Mandy chose that moment to join Jana and Teddy. “Hey wifey, let’s get you off your feet for a few minutes.”
Jana laughed, cheeks pink with embarrassment but eyes alight with gratitude for Mandy’s thoughtfulness. “Thank, Mandy. I probably would have run myself ragged.”
“Somehow I don’t think the baby biker would have allowed it. One of my instructors got pregnant and she would get so tired during night classes she would fall asleep standing up, leaning on the wall. Once she fell asleep while making a ganache.”
“She did not!” Jana looked horrified.
“She did, whisk in her hand and everything.”
“Now I don’t feel so bad,” Jana said, letting Mandy drag her off in search of a place to sit.
“You like her.” Teddy stood beside me, arms crossed on top of her barely showing belly. “We like her too, but she’s skittish. More than I was when I met Jana. Try not to fuck it up.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence, but there’s nothing to fuck up. We’re friends. Nothing more.”
“Hmph, well then.” She laid a sympathetic hand on my shoulder; at least I chose to see it that way, even after I caught a glimpse of pity in her eyes. “Too bad.” She walked away, shaking her head.
It wasn’t too bad. It was just fine. Mandy and I were just having fun, scratching an itch, that was all. She had no hopes where I was concerned, and I was too fucked up for anyone to lay any hope on me. I came from a shit family whose shittiness went back generations. You name it and we had it. Junkies, thieves, whores, numbers runners, bootleggers, hit men, henchmen, kingpins, outlaws and murderers. It was a real impressive bloodline that left no hope of normal, no hope of permanent happiness with white picket fences and babies. I couldn’t do that to another person, and I certainly wouldn’t send more of us out into this fucking world.
Nope. No, thank you. Not gonna fucking happen.
By the time the reception officially started, the sun had begun to set and we were all ready to party. I had a drink in my hand, half watching as Max spun his pregnant wife on the makeshift dance floor on the beach, while the rest of me scanned the beach for Mandy.
“Looking for someone?”
I smiled as Mandy circled my body, stopping right in front of me.
“Yeah, a hot little blonde in a pink low-cut dress. You seen her?”
The way her mouth curled, all slow and sultry like it was a mini seduction, made my pants grow tighter. “First of all, it’s cerise not pink. Secondly, I thought I saw her pigging out by the crab cakes.”
“There are crab cakes?”
She laughed. “Yeah. You know, you clean up nice, Savior.”
“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it.”
She shrugged and moved beside me, looking out at the lapping waves. “I’m not invested in your wardrobe either way.”
Well, damn. “How’d you like your first wedding?”
“It was . . . nice. I mean I know Jana some, and Max seems like a decent guy, so I’m happy for them, but I just don’t get it.” Her nose wrinkled adorably. “Jana loved it though and that’s what matters.”
“Now, we party.”
She grinned mischievously, tapping her chin. “In that case, I think I’ll go get myself a drink.” She turned but I grabbed her hand.
“I’ll come with you.”
“You usually do,” she said with a husky laugh. I stood behind her as she pressed up against the bar. “I’ll have a dirty martini, chilled,” she smiled at the young bartender, arching her back so it brushed up against my cock.
“And a whiskey, neat.” I practically growled the words, grabbing Mandy’s hips to keep her still. “You’re playing with fire.”
She looked up at me over her shoulder, biting on that lush bottom lip. “What?”
I pressed my hips into her, drawing a gasp from her. “That.”
“Savior, there you are!” Fuck. Teddy’s voice cut through the thick haze of desire that surrounded us. “Come on and dance with Jana so we can cut the photographer loose.”
I took a step back, smiling softly at the little disappointed moan Mandy let out.
“Not to be a smartass, but isn’t it kind of hard to take photos of people when they’re moving?”
Teddy laughed and pulled me away from the bar toward the dance floor.
“You would think, but Aris said it could be done and Jana wants him to try. The good news is that while you and Mandy were dry humping at the bar, everyone else has already had their turn.”
I glared at her. “
We weren’t dry humping.”
“Right. Because you’re friends and nothing more?”
I nodded.
“Good luck with that. While you dance with the bride, I’m going to go find my former friend and nothing more, who I will be marrying as soon as we decide on a date.”
“You’re a real pain. It’s a good thing you’re pretty.”
She rolled her eyes. “Tough, too, buster. I’m only letting you get away with that because Mandy might need your other parts later.”
I barked out a laugh. “You are nothing but trouble, Red.”
“And, baby,” she said with a groan as she rubbed her belly.
“All right, I’m going.” I didn’t get all the little wedding traditions but dancing with a pretty lady, even one that belonged to a fellow brother, was never a hardship.
Even if what I really wanted was to wrap my arms around another pretty lady, one with a short little pixie cut that made my hands itch to run through her soft, silky hair.
Chapter 13
Mandy
“I hope you don’t think this means a goddamn thing, little girl. You may be hot shit now but come talk to me in twenty years.”
Landry was on a roll, anger spitting from his pores over the less than stellar review he’d gotten while I was away.
“I’ve seen plenty of chefs like you come and go, then poof, obscurity.”
Spit flew out of his mouth and, unlike the other kitchen workers, I dodged that shit. The man had a compulsion about eating raw onions. No, thanks.
The wedding was a few weeks ago, and I had my head down since I returned to work. But my stoicism this morning only stoked his anger.
“You are the only one competing, Landry. I’m just working, nothing more.” Working him was exhausting and I didn’t feel like I’d gained much more than a headache. In fact, I was starting to think that leaving wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
“Just shut up and get back to work!” Arms crossed, he leaned forward with a scowl on his face but my gaze just focused on the one drop of sweat sliding down his forehead and around one of the red bulbous nostrils of his nose.