Boink (Fallen Lords MC Book 5)

by Winter Travers

  “Kind of hard to forget about it when your name represents all of…” I waved my hand searching for the right word. “That.” Yeah, I was just a poet with my words today.

  “It’s just a name, M.”

  “If it’s just a name, then I’m going to call you B from now on.” Yes, I was acting like a juvenile teenage girl, but as of right now, that was what felt right.

  “I guess I do call you M.”

  “You do, and Mayra isn’t code for all of the guys who were in my pants.”

  He cringed. “That kind of hurt, M. All of the guys who were in your pants, huh?”

  A small smile spread across my lips. “That makes it sound like a lot more than it actually was.”

  “Well, no matter the number, I’ll just have to make you forget them all.” He pressed a kiss to my lips.

  “Do I get to do the same with you? Make you forget all of them?”

  His eyes connected with mine, and all the jealousy I felt before melted away.

  “You already did, M.”

  *

  Chapter Sixteen

  Boink

  Seven days.

  Seven fucking days since I laid it out that shit was happening between Mayra and me.

  Seven fucking days where all we did was kiss and I got to touch her boob twice.

  “Elle just called. She said there is a craft market and beer tasting at the lodge.”

  I growled and lifted my coffee cup to my lips.

  Elle and Agnes were the ones who were cockblocking me. They always had something or another they wanted to do with Mayra, and by the time I got her alone, she was too tired to even keep her eyes open, let alone let me at her lush body.

  Her lush body that she pressed against me every night, but I had yet to feel and taste fully.

  “Wanna come with? I’m assuming the guys go to the beer tasting, and the chicks go to the craft fair,” she laughed.

  “I have to check in with Clash.” And try to figure out a cure for blue balls. Though I was pretty sure the only cure for them was Mayra.

  “Elle said they are still setting up the tables and everything. It doesn’t start until eleven.” Mayra grabbed her empty plate and dropped it into the sink. “And I still need to shower.” She leaned against the kitchen counter with her coffee cup in both hands and tilted it up to her mouth.

  “Once I talk to Clash, we can go.”

  She nodded and smiled. “Awesome. I’ll try to be quick.” She jogged up the stairs, and I pulled my phone out of my pocket.

  I called Clash three times, but he never answered. I sent him a text letting him know to give me a call when he wasn’t busy. I dumped my cup into the sink and looked up at the loft.

  The water on the shower was running, and we had over an hour until we needed to meet up with Ethel and Agnes.

  My balls tightened at the thought of a wet and slick Mayra just up the stairs. Maybe it was time to tire out Mayra before Elle and Agnes could.

  *

  Mayra

  “Boink?”

  “It’s me, M.”

  “Uh, do you need something?” I was naked in the shower. There really wasn’t much I could do for him.

  “No.”

  Then what in the hell was he doing in the bathroom? “Did you get in touch with Clash?”

  “No.”

  He was a man of few words right now. “Is that a bad thing?”

  “No.”

  Oh, for hell’s sake. If all he was going to say was no, then why in the hell was he up here? “Is ever—” The curtain flew back, and I splayed my hands to my chest with a startled yelp. “What are you doing?”

  He stood there naked as the day he was born, and my eyes focused on his rock-hard dick between his legs.

  “Care for some company?” he drawled.

  I gulped. “Uh, I could use some help washing my back?”

  He stepped into the shower, pulled the curtain, and pressed me against the wall in one swoop. “I can help with that.”

  “Is that so?” I breathed out.

  Boink’s eyes turned liquid, and my heart fluttered. His hand came up, his thumb under my chin, and he tilted my head back further. “I’m gonna need you to tell me to leave right now, M, or I’m gonna fuck you against this wall.”

  “Straight to the point,” I choked out.

  “What’s your answer?” he growled.

  “I’m good with you staying.”

  His head lowered, and his mouth covered mine.

  My arms wrapped around his waist, and my hands roamed over his wet, slick ass. I had been wanting this for the past week, but the timing was never right. Either Boink was busy on the phone with Clash, I was out with Elle and Agnes, or we were sleeping.

  “Mayra,” he growled against my lips. His hand was tangled in my hair, and the other one was on my hip, holding me in place. Not that I had any plans to go anywhere.

  His hand traveled over my hip and cupped my pussy. I groaned into his mouth, and I instantly spread my legs wider.

  “My girl wants me.”

  Yeah.

  Yes.

  Totally.

  His finger slipped into my slick folds, and my eyes slammed shut when he flicked my clit. “Boink,” I gasped.

  “I’m gonna fuck you against this wall, but first, I’m gonna make you come.”

  Heavens above, I was going to come from his words alone.

  His fingers stroked, teased, and worked my body into a frenzy. His kisses traveled across my cheek, and he buried his face in my neck.

  The water cascaded over his back, and my hands glided over his skin. “What about you?” I gasped.

  “I’ll get mine, M. Don’t worry about that.”

  My hand traveled around to his front, and my fingers wrapped around his dick. He said he was going to get his, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t have a little fun while I got mine.

  With each stroke of my hand, his fingers drove me closer and closer to the edge. “Faster,” I moaned. I was so close. My hand lost its grip on his dick, and my head fell forward onto his shoulder.

  His finger rubbed my clit while another plunged inside me. “Come for me, M.”

  At his words, stars exploded behind my eyes, and I moaned loud. “Yes.”

  His fingers kept stroking me, drawing out my orgasm and driving me crazy. His other hand slid down my body and cupped my ass. “You’re ready for me.”

  Yep, totally ready for him. “Please.”

  His hand left my pussy and slid to my ass. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. “It’s gonna be hard and fast. I’m hanging on by a thread here.”

  Me and him both. I had just come all over his hand, and my body was ready for him again. I dropped my arms over his shoulders and leaned back into the wall. “I’ll take whatever you want to give me.”

  He slowly lowered my body down onto his dick, and I let out a hissed breath.

  “Holy fuck, M.”

  “Oh, my God,” I gasped. That was good. That was so good.

  “You’re so fucking tight.”

  And he was fucking huge. It was amazing how he didn’t rip me in two. “Just stay there for a second,” I breathed out.

  “Too much?” he croaked.

  I shook my head. It wasn’t too much, it was just intense but oh so fucking good. “No, not at all.”

  He ran his fingers up my neck and pressed his thumb to my lips. “You’re mine, Mayra. No one but you.”

  I opened my lips and sucked on the tip of his thumb. I pressed a kiss to the pad and whispered against the soft pad, “Wynn.”

  “Fuck, you are so hot with my dick buried inside you.” He started thrusting, slow and sweet.

  He grabbed my wrists and raised my arms over my head. He held them there as he kept thrusting. I arched my back against the wall and moaned at the new position.

  He went deeper

  He went harder.

  “Yes, God, please, yes,” I panted.

  He buried his face
in my neck and grunted. “Mayra,” he groaned.

  I threw my head back, basking in the feel of his body pinning me against the wall and his lips against my skin. My breathing turned into gasps, and I knew I was seconds away from shattering all over again.

  “With me, Mayra. Come with me,” he growled. He moved inside me, grinding hard, and driving deep.

  Heaven.

  I exploded again, this time feeling the throb of his dick deep while the walls of my pussy milked him.

  He stopped, buried deep, and relaxed into my body. He let go of my arms, and I draped them over his shoulders. “Well, wow,” I whispered.

  “You still need me to wash your back for you?”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. He had just properly fucked me ten ways to Sunday, and he had just asked if I needed my back washed. “You say whatever pops in your head, don’t you, Boink?”

  “I liked when you call me Wynn better.”

  A smile spread across my lips. “I thought you said I could only call you Boink?”

  He cupped my cheek and shook his head. “Changed my mind, M. When I’m buried deep inside you, you better call me Wynn.”

  “So demanding,” I whispered.

  “You have no idea how demanding I am going to be when it comes to your body, M.”

  A tremor ran through my body at his words. “You really can’t say things like that when I just came two times.”

  “Maybe that means you need to come a third time to feel satisfied.”

  Oh no. I was completely satisfied. I was satisfied after the first one, but when it came to Boink, it was like my body would never be satisfied as long as he wanted me. “I think I’m good for at least an hour,” I laughed.

  He pressed a kiss to my lips. “Unwrap your legs from me, M-baby, and I’ll clean you up.”

  My legs slid down his body, and I shakily stood. “Next time, we need to do that in the bed so I have time to recover before I need to walk.”

  He held me close. “As long as there is a next time, I’m good with wherever.”

  Oh, there was definitely going to be a next time.

  And then about five hundred times after that before I would be even mildly satisfied.

  *

  Chapter Seventeen

  Boink

  “How’s the beer?”

  I held up a full cup. “Sucks.”

  Mayra wrinkled her nose. “Well, I think beer in general sucks, so I can’t really help judge it being good or not.”

  I dropped my cup into a garbage as we walked. “Well, I can tell you, I have a pretty extensive background in beer seeing as a good part of my twenties was dedicated to drinking it instead of water, and I can tell you that shit blows.”

  The craft fair shit she wanted to go to lined the street outside the lodge with the beer tasting inside the lodge. Jim and I had tasted the twelve different types of beer they offered, and I had wandered outside after Jim started talking to a couple of friends.

  “Get anything good?”

  She held up a bag. “There was this lady who makes wax melts. They smell like heaven. I bought a ton, but now we need to buy a wax warmer. I kind of forgot that we didn’t have one as I was filling up my bag.”

  I had no idea what the hell she was talking about, but she was happy as hell about wax melts so I figured getting a wax warmer wouldn’t be that big of a hassle. “You hungry?”

  She nodded. “Yeah. There were a few places selling food at the end.”

  We made our way down the street with Mayra stopping to look at everything we saw even though she had already looked at all of the shit.

  “Where are Elle and Agnes?”

  Mayra lifted up a candle and smelled it. “How they get a candle to smell like the beach is beyond me,” she mumbled. She grabbed a red one and inhaled deep. “Holy hell, that smells just like an apple pie.”

  I grabbed the candle and took a whiff. She was right. “How much for the candle?” I asked the woman standing by the register.

  “Fifteen or two for twenty-five,” she replied.

  I nodded down at the candles. “You want two of the apple ones, or you want a different scent?”

  She grabbed the candle that she had said smelled like the beach. “Different.”

  She got used to me giving her money to buy shit.

  Though a couple of nights ago, I had caught her trying to climb on the counter to get her wallet down. She was pissed as hell when she managed to scamper up there before I could stop her, and she saw that her wallet wasn’t there anymore. She hadn’t thought that I would move it to make sure she didn’t use it.

  I paid for the candles, and we headed down the way to the food tents. “Answer my question before you get distracted by something else.”

  She threaded her fingers through mine and walked close to me. “They headed down to the food tents. They’re having a chili cook-off.”

  “Oh hell,” I muttered. “White chili versus red chili?”

  She nodded and laughed. “Yep. You should have heard them when they heard they were starting the judging. Neither had anything nice to say about the other, and I think Agnes may have spit in Elle’s pot, but she’ll deny it.”

  “Still can’t believe you somehow got wrapped up in those two.”

  She bumped into me with her shoulder. “Hey, I really like them.”

  “They’re almost twice your age, M.”

  “I really don’t see your point,” she grumbled.

  “You should be hanging out with the daughters, not them.”

  She rolled her eyes and pulled me through a crowd of people. “I hang out with them too. Although Carnie started seeing this new guy and I don’t like him.”

  “What do you mean you don’t like him?” I asked.

  “Hot dog and nachos?”

  I nodded. “I’m hungry. That’ll do.” Besides, the bun from the hot dog would help to soak up the nasty beer that was in my stomach. We got into line, and I stood behind her. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. “Tell me why you don’t like Carnie’s boyfriend.”

  She shrugged and looked over her shoulder up at me. “I don’t know. Just a feeling I get. He seems nice to her, but there is just something that seems off about him.”

  I was going to have to meet this guy. If Mayra wasn’t getting a good vibe off the guy, I didn’t want him to be hanging out around her.

  “Hey, Bertha!”

  We both turned to see Carnie and Wendy headed toward us. “Hey, girls,” Mayra called.

  “Sweet. I’ve been wanting a hot dog but didn’t want to stand in line for one.” Wendy pulled a five out of her pocket and handed it to Mayra. “You get me a hot dog, and I’ll get you a funnel cake.”

  Mayra nodded. “That is a deal I will not say no to.” She handed back the money to Carnie. “Take that back. We’re even.”

  “Have you seen Bobby?” Carnie asked.

  Mayra shook her head. “No.”

  “He said he needed to make a phone call,” Wendy reminded her.

  Carnie nodded over my shoulder. “There he is.”

  Mayra scooted back into me and wrapped her hand around my arm. “You good, M?” I asked next to her ear.

  She nodded. “Uh, yeah. Just trying to stay warm.”

  “Hey,” Carnie called. “Over here, Bobby.”

  Carnie stepped around Mayra and me. She wrapped her arms around a guy who looked to be at least ten years older than her. He stiffly put an arm around her waist and pulled her close. His eyes connected with mine, and his lip curled.

  Either this guy was super possessive about Carnie, or he had a problem with me and I hadn’t even talked to the guy yet.

  “Wow,” I said quietly.

  “Yep,” Mayra whispered.

  “How old is Carnie?”

  We moved forward in the line, leaving Carnie and Bobby off to the side.

  “Um, I think nineteen.”

  “And Agnes is okay with that guy dating her daughter?”

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p; Mayra laughed and shook her head. “I don’t think she knows exactly what to think. She seems okay with it, but I do notice she watches them pretty closely.”

  As she fucking should. It wasn’t the age gap between the two that bothered me, it was more like the vibe Mayra had picked up on. I felt it too. “Just stay away from that guy, M.”

  “You didn’t even need to say that, Boink. I already decided I didn’t want to be within ten feet of the guy.”

  “Dude stared me down without even having said a word to me, M.”

  She looked up at me. “He did the same thing to me, Boink. I literally said hi to him and all he did was curl his lip and nod.”

  “I’m gonna go get the nachos,” Wendy called.

  “We’ll meet you over by the tables,” Mayra hollered back.

  We made it through the line and walked over to a bunch of picnic tables with ten hot dogs.

  “You really think we needed this many?” Mayra asked. She set down four hot dogs and looked at me. “I’m only going to be able to eat one ‘cause I plan to pig out on nachos as soon as Wendy gets over here with them.”

  I sat down and pulled her down with me. I straddled the bench, and she nestled her backside to my front. “I plan to eat at least three of these fuckers and half of your nachos.”

  “Is that so?” she laughed.

  “You know it, M.”

  Carnie walked over to the table and sat down on the other side with a frown on her face.

  “What’s wrong?” Mayra asked.

  She shrugged and picked at her sweater. “Bobby said he had to go. He something he needed to do.”

  “On a Sunday afternoon?” I asked. “What’s the guy doing?”

  “I don’t know. He said he had a few phone calls to make and then he took off again.”

  Wendy walked over to the table juggling three trays of nachos in her hands. “I got extra cheese because cheese is life,” she explained as she set them down. “Where’s Bobby?”

  Carnie grabbed a chip and swirled it in the cheese. “He had to leave.”

  “Good,” Wendy mumbled.

  “You don’t have to be such a bitch, Wendy. I know you don’t like the fact that I actually found a guy who likes me.”