by Ryan Michele
“Will do.”
“Thanks.” Before I could reply the line disconnected. Crow’s face was nuzzling the back of my neck through my hair. Why did this man have to be so damn hot? Every damn move he made turned me on like no other. He breathed and my pussy clenched. Why? It wasn’t fair for the rest of the male population. Maybe he should look into being cloned. Food for thought.
“You’re done with that case?” he said through kisses sending goose bumps up my arms.
My breaths began to grow more rapid. “Yeah. One down, two to go.”
He didn’t stop at my neck. It was like he needed to mark every inch of my skin with his scent. “What are they?”
My body was responding to him, my hips beginning to circle feeling his cock harden. My mind was having a hard time keeping up because the sensations were becoming intense.
“What?”
He chuckled, his hand moving down my stomach. “Your cases. What else do you have?”
“Man cheating on his wife liking pony play from another man and a missing persons case.” I groaned, back arching and temperature spiking. It didn’t occur to me until much later that I just gave him that. Telling him with no qualms about it whatsoever. It just came out. Only two people knew, now there were three.
Crow flipped around and pulled me on top of him, my pussy feeling very empty all of a sudden and demanding it be filled. Wiggling down, the tip of him just crest my entrance, but his arms around my waist halted my descent.
“What?” I snipped, needing his cock inside me—now. We were not going to do this whole tease Rylynn until she wants to kill him thing again.
“Pony play?”
My hair fell in a sheet around us as I stared down at him. “Yeah, now will you fuck me already?”
“Was it hot?”
The thought of it made a small bit of my arousal disappear. Not that I wasn’t adventurous, just never with ponies. “No, and if you don’t stop talking about it, my desire to fuck you is going to evaporate in a puff of smoke.”
With one tip of his hips and his arms pulling me down, he impaled me. A cry escaped. Even after having him so many damn times, he still stretched me each time. Damn it was hot. I could feel every inch of his cock and the best part was when he was about to come, because I could feel every single drop of his come. It was sexy as hell.
He held me still, unable to get the friction I so desperately needed to come. Glaring down at him, I ordered, “Move, Crow!”
“What’s with this missing person case?” he asked, and I wasn’t following along, my brain in orgasm mode instead of talking about shit that didn’t need to be discussed mode. My head fell to his forehead. He was so frustrating.
“Girl. Cops don’t have any other leads, her parents are desperate to find her. Now, will you move?!” The last part came out on a shriek as my core clenched needing more. More of his cock, more movement, or more friction. I didn’t give a shit which, but something had to give.
He thrust twice and stopped. Yes, twice. What the ever-loving fuck! “Any other cases?”
I shook my head learning quickly that this was his way of getting information out of me and I needed to think, but he made it difficult. “Not at the moment. Now can we do this?”
Crow didn’t release me, but instead placed his feet on the bed and his hips began to pound up inside me over and over like a jackrabbit on crack. His cock hit so deep inside me, to that special place that I swore with him was another G-spot.
I couldn’t move. All I could do was take. And take. And take. When we both found it, my head crashed to his shoulder as I tried to breathe. It was a very difficult task. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“Death by sex—who wouldn’t want that to be the way they go.”
A smile tipped my lips. “Now who’s the smartass.”
A hard slap came to my left ass cheek as I tried to jump yelling out some choice words, but he didn’t allow it. It was coming to my understanding that this man didn’t do anything he didn’t want to, and he got off on making others do as they were told, at least in the bedroom.
Scary thing was, I loved it too. Loved that he took control. That I didn’t have to think if I was doing something he didn’t like. He made sure to make it so he did and the same with me. The way he watched me, learning what made me moan in different ways was such a damn turn on.
I was falling hard, which was a terrible thing. Lord help me.
14
Rylynn
“Get on,” Crow ordered as I swung my leg over his bike, my Jeep parked next to it in the hotel lot. The husband’s car was long gone considering it was coming upon dusk and was due to leave early that morning. My stomach growled, and I did as told. Hunger could make a woman do just about anything, at least for me.
I loved my food. Thanksgiving was my favorite holiday. The day when you get together with your friends and family, stuff yourself full of all the goodness and pass out in a food induced coma. Who wouldn’t want that?
Crow drove for a while. The ride smooth, my arms around him holding him tight. Each mile that passed my body melted more and more into him. He pulled into a chain restaurant sit-down place and parked the bike. I just stopped myself from telling me to forget food and just ride.
Getting off we walked in and were seated immediately into a booth. Crow slid in with ease as if his body just moved on its own. Stealthy like a panther, slick, smooth. How could something like sliding into a booth be so damn hot? It’s not supposed to be, but him, hell he breathes and I could have a spontaneous orgasm.
We both ordered, and the waitress brought our drinks.
“Pixie?” he asked, grabbing my attention from the stupid paper that comes from the straws they set on the table for your drinks. I’d always had a thing with fidgeting with them, twisting and turning to see what I could make. The damn things were addicting, just like the man across from me.
My eyes lifted, seeing his sympathetic. “Yeah.”
“I’m sorry about Dagger.”
My heart stopped momentarily. That was not expected in the slightest, and I felt it all the way to my bones. That pain slicing through me once again leaving yet another fresh wound for me to bleed out from.
Even knowing the asshole who did it was gone didn’t lessen the hurt.
He reached out and grabbed my hands allowing me to feel his warmth and gather strength from him. That felt damn good to have someone other than myself to carry the burden even if it was for a short time.
“I am too.” His death was so damn raw, but I imagined that wouldn’t end anytime soon unfortunately. Everyone grieves differently, and I was still trying to find my path with dealing and understanding everything that had happened. The pain of losing him sat deep in my soul, and I had no idea how to help myself except what I’d been doing, keeping on keeping on. Every day was a new one, and the only time I didn’t feel that burn of grief was inside Crow’s arms.
He gave my hands a reassuring squeeze and asked, “So your sister thinks you can change your father’s mind about something?”
Relief hit that he was changing the subject. It wasn’t that I didn’t like talking about my grandpa. Remembering him was important. It was the fact that learning to cope was difficult, and a lot and the answers weren’t all there yet.
I explained Mazie’s predicament to his smile. Loved that I could put that look on his face.
“You have a bike?” he asked, deeply interested.
“Out of all I just said, you latched on to me having a bike?” Such a man.
He let go of my hands and leaned back in his seat. My hands felt cold instantly, and I put them in my lap to try to warm them up, but it didn’t work as well without his.
My head shook, and a smile tipped my lips. “Yeah. My dad and I worked on it for months. We started when I turned sixteen. He found an old beat-up piece of shit that needed work from top to tail. By the time I was seventeen and able to get my motorcycle license, it was done and I was able to use my bike for the
test.”
“Really?”
A smile creeped in. “Yeah. My dad appreciates hard work and dedication to something. That was what I showed him with this project. I loved it because I got to spend time with him.”
“So how did you round up bad guys if you were working on a bike?”
Our food arrived at the table. Patty melt for me and burger for him. I reached over grabbing the ketchup and putting a huge blob on my plate to dip my fries in.
“Back then, that was just small stuff and it wasn’t like I had people banging down my door to see if Cindy Lou Who stole Betty’s boyfriend. Therefore, I worked around it, learning as each day passed.”
“You do realize you’re the shit,” he said, surprising me so much I almost choked on a fry.
I coughed, patting my chest as I waved off the waitress who thought I was choking. I kind of was, but whatever. His comment knocked me on my ass in a bizarre way.
Getting my throat cleared I responded, “Oh yeah?”
“Yep. You are. And what I say goes, so deal with it.”
I laughed. “I know I’m the queen of my castle.”
He set his burger down and leaned back. “Oh hell. Are you into that fairytale bullshit?”
My head shook, and I got a handle on the coughs. “No. I’m not some damsel in distress who needs to be rescued by some fucked up prince whose nails are crystal clean. A man needs to keep up with what I do and deal with my job, my family, and my life. If he doesn’t, he’s out. So far, haven’t found a man who fits those categories.”
Crow didn’t touch that and asked, “You grew up in the club, right?”
Dunking a fry in ketchup, I nodded.
“Then I take it you like this life. All it entails.”
I swallowed and answered immediately, “Love it. It’s all I know, Crow. My family is the most important thing to me. I didn’t just grow up with my father. There was an entire club that were honorary uncles. Each one of those men would have stood up for me, beat anyone’s ass that fucked with me, and were my family. Family isn’t always blood. It’s having those around you who give a shit. Me, I was lucky to have my parents, both involved. But I also had every guy in that club at the ready. And I have to say that it wasn’t always the greatest to have them all in my business. The first date I ever went on alone had to meet me at the clubhouse. Having big, bad bikers standing around me, armed and threatening, my date almost took off. Personally, I wished he just would’ve. He was a pussy.” Curiosity hit me at his line of questioning, and my attention became even more acute. “Why?”
He shook his head, but answered. “Just tryin’ to get to know ya.”
This seemed fair and really nice, so I gave him more. “My parents ‘story is all kinds of crazy. The nuts and bolts are that my mom, Tanner, killed a man who beat the shit her mom, my grandma, Mearna. They went to Ravage for safety because grandma knew Dagger wouldn’t turn her away. They’d loved each other for years, but spent it apart because she didn’t want to live the club life. He didn’t know anything about my mom and that was a rocky road, but it brought my mom and dad together. My dad says he took one look at my mom and just knew she was the one for him. The rest is history.”
“Knew she was it huh?” He took a bite of his burger and began chewing, listening to me with avid fascination. It made me wonder what he thought of all of it. He’d no doubt seen some crazy shit in his lifetime; a little murder wouldn’t turn him off in the slightest.
“Yeah. With Dad being my grandpa’s best friend, it got tricky at first, but my dad didn’t give that first shit about any of it. He wanted my mom and claimed it immediately. My grandpa knew it and didn’t push.” I stopped taking a bite of my patty melt and washed it down with a diet. “Dad doesn’t talk much about it, but my mom told me all the details. I think she didn’t want me to go down the same path as her.”
“What, killing someone?”
This I felt in my gut and shook my head. “No. Living with regret and having the power to change it. My mom missed over twenty years with my grandpa because her mom didn’t want to raise her daughter in the club. That time lost hit her really hard once she found out back then. When Grandpa died, it opened a wound for her that never quite healed. There was so much time lost, and that’s the one thing in this life you can never get back. My grandma feels it too. The guilt of keeping father and daughter apart. She’s told me before that it kills her to even think about.”
He wiped his mouth with the napkin swiping off some mayo. “Yeah, that had to be hard on everyone’s end.”
“Yeah. I couldn’t imagine not knowing who my dad is. I mean, he’s not the easiest man to deal with, but his heart is solid for his family. Always knew that. Never once in my life had he ever proved me wrong on that. Even when I got in trouble and he was furious with me, I knew he’d never really hurt me, but if anyone else besides me saw his face, they’d be scared shitless and piss their pants.”
I sucked back some more diet setting the glass back to the table.
“So smartass little you got in trouble, huh? That I just can’t see one bit,” he mocked, and the urge to kick him under the table hit hard, but I held it back.
“Look, my dad now knows I’m the queen and can do no wrong, so it’s all good.”
He chuckled. Damn, I loved that sound. “Now that I don’t believe for a second. You may be the princess, but your momma is the queen in your old man’s eyes.”
He was right, but instead of agreeing I said, “I’m the queen of my own castle. I live my life on my own. Love my parents with everything inside of me, but I’m my own woman. Mom made sure of that. We fight, but that’s normal. Overall, we have a really good relationship. The good times outweigh the bad, who could ask for better? What about you? Your mom and dad around?”
Crow finished chewing his bite then sucked back some Coke. “Mom’s not around. Hasn’t been since I was little and don’t give much shit about her. She fucks with my dad which pisses me off, but she steers clear of me.”
The gasp came quickly and I tried to shut it down, but it didn’t work. “Sorry.”
He shrugged. “It’s the same as you. I don’t know any different. My dad is my rock, been there through everything, and he gave me all the brothers of the club from the time I was born. They all meant a lot to me before I earned my cut. They were family from the very beginning.” He swiped his lips with his thumb. “My dad though, he’s sick with prostate cancer, but he says the treatment he’s under right now is working, so we’re rolling with it in hopes he pulls through it.”
“I can tell you love him.”
“Yep,” was all he answered before finishing off his burger.
“Life loves to throw shit at us over and over again challenging us throughout our years. We just have to learn to either duck when it flies or beat the shit out of it.”
He smirked. “Let me guess, you’d beat the shit out of it?”
I swiped my mouth pushing my plate to the center of the table. “Absolutely.”
“Come on, let’s get out of here. That’s enough of the heavy for now.”
That night would go down in history as the time when I really let a man into my life, explaining about my family. Opening myself up to him at my core and allowing him access into parts I’d never shared with another man before, and I didn’t regret a single second of it. It was also a night I would never forget until I took my last breath.
The bright sunlight filled me with dread. It was supposed to be happy and make you feel good. All the vitamins or whatever that makes a person high on life. Not today, though. Today I felt dread crawling all over me like spiders. It was uncommon for me, and I didn’t like the feeling. Unfortunately, there was no other choice.
He needed to get to his club in Alabama. While I needed to go the opposite way to Sumner and get shit going on the missing girl. I’d read everything there was and needed to get out there and see what I could find.
But I didn’t want to leave this bubble of ours we’d
created. It had been fun, intriguing, and eye opening learning more about Crow and his life. If only we lived closer to one another, maybe we could give this a go and see where it would lead us. That wasn’t in the cards, though.
Sucked, but we had responsibilities. Damn life.
If this was going to be our last hurrah together, I was going to make it so he never forgot me. I wanted to be burned on his soul so he took me everywhere he went and held me close forever. So any woman who came after me would know that part of him was mine, and I’d never give it up. It would be held so close to him that nothing would penetrate it.
Sliding down his body, he began to stir, but before he did fully I engulfed his semi-hard cock into my mouth and down my throat. My gag reflex was nonexistent, and I had no clue why. It had always been that way allowing me to throw back some serious liquor.
Judging from the jolt of his body, Crow liked it a hell of a lot.
His fingers laced through my hair as my head and hand worked double time. My hand massaging his balls while my mouth did the rest. I may not have had the gag reflex, but opening my mouth wide enough to get around him was a bit of a challenge as he got harder and harder. Damn man had to be as round as a fucking Coke can.
“Pixie,” he groaned, his grip getting tighter, pulling. I loved the feel of it so much wetness pooled between my legs. Getting him off was getting me off. The way it should be when you’re with a man.
I kept repeating the up and down thrusts over and over again, the veins becoming more pronounced. Licking the underside of his dick, he grabbed me under my armpits, picked me up, and set me down on his cock. That was hot. Like only saw it in the movies hot, and he could do it as many times as he wanted considering the wetness between my legs started to run down my thigh.
“Ride me,” he ordered, and I did, losing control of myself, grinding down, swirling my hips right then left. My clit kept pulsing with each motion, and my thrusts down started to become ragged because I couldn’t control my body. It moved whatever way it could to reach its height. It was ready to explode around him. Just needed a little bit more.