by Lane Hart
Speak of the angel, not the devil, the MC’s van comes squealing down the street and Maddox slams it into park right at the gate. Every cell in my body perks up just at the sight of Nova climbing down from the passenger seat, recognizing her as the woman who does things to me that I had forgotten were even possible.
Just sleeping in the same bed with her last night made me feel a little less alone in the world. Especially this weekend, when all of my responsibilities have been taken care of and no one needs me.
Nova didn’t just need me. I actually think that, broken-down car and busted air conditioner aside, she still would have wanted me regardless. And that is a heady feeling I’m not used to.
Or I thought she wanted me.
“Hey,” I say when I walk over to her and kiss her cheek. Maybe I’m imagining things, but it felt like she tensed up when I got close to her. Her brow is also furrowed with what looks like a worried expression.
“Hi,” Nova replies, taking a step back from me. “We brought breakfast.”
“Thanks, I’m starving,” I tell her. When she only responds with a nod of her head, I say, “Good news. I lucked up and found an engine for your car here.”
“Really?” she asks.
“Yeah.”
“That’s awesome. Thank you. So, does that mean it shouldn’t take very long to fix?” she asks, and it sounds like she’s in a hurry for me to finish. Is she ready to get away from me? I thought last night was nice. More than nice.
“It will still take a few hours to handle a job this big,” I explain. “That okay with you? Maddox can take you home if you would rather wait there…”
“No,” she replies. “No, I can stay.”
“Are you okay?” I ask with concern.
“Yeah, of course,” she responds, then starts to walk over to the small outdoor table where Maddox is standing with our bag of food. “Come on over and dig in.”
After we’re finished eating, I get right back to work, with Maddox assisting.
Nova sits and watches us work silently, occasionally reaching down to pet Eddie’s bulldog, Sparky, who is laid out at her feet, napping. She still looks lost in her thoughts and distant, which I don’t like. While I know I told her I’m not looking for a relationship, and that’s true, I’m not, it doesn’t mean I’m ready for our time together to come to an end.
“Once you get the transmission unbolted, we can hoist that engine out of there. Think you can handle this on your own for a few minutes?” I ask Maddox.
“Yeah, I’ve got it,” he assures me.
“Great,” I say before I grab a towel and wipe as much of the grease from my hands on it as I can before going over to Nova. Taking a hold of her ponytail, I give it a gentle tug and then grip her arm to pull her to her feet in front of me. Her hazel eyes widen in surprise at the move, but her sexy, plump lips also part on a gasp that I’m pretty sure is a dead giveaway she’s turned on by the rough treatment.
“We need to talk,” I tell her before I guide her around to the other side of the van, blocking us from Maddox and Eddie’s view. Pressing her back against the side panel with the front of my body, I keep one hand on her hip and the other in her hair to tilt her face up, making her look at me.
“Where did you go?” I ask, while looking her right in her hazel eyes.
“Wh-what do you mean?” she asks with her palms both flat against my chest, not pushing me away or pulling me closer, just resting there. Her words are followed by several small puffs of air as her breathing increases, making her chest rise and fall faster against my own. Whether she’s scared of me or excited, fuck if I can tell.
“Yesterday, you were all happy and upbeat, acting like you couldn’t get enough of me, and today, you look like you would rather be anywhere else. What’s going on?”
Her eyes lower to the collar of my t-shirt when she says, “Maybe…maybe I’m just having a little regret this morning about sleeping with a man I don’t know. Now I remember why it’s not something I usually do.”
Regret? Fuck. I don’t want her to have any regrets about me. What the hell have I done to make her second-guess her decision to invite me inside her place yesterday? One thing I’m certain of is that she enjoyed herself.
“We’re just having a little fun, darlin’. Fun that you initiated when you asked me to come in your house and get naked,” I remind her with a squeeze to her hipbone. “So, what else do you need to know about me, other than how good it feels when I make you scream and your legs shake?”
“You are really good at that,” she replies softly, and then I feel some of the tension in her body relax. “But just because you gave me amazing orgasms doesn’t mean I won’t run your criminal record at work on Monday.”
Wait, what? She thinks I’m a criminal? Where the hell did that come from? Because of my association with the MC? Sure, the guys may have been a little uncouth last night at the clubhouse, but there was nothing illegal going on.
“It might be hard to run my record since you don’t even know my last name,” I point out rather than assure her my name is clear.
“I could always just ask around,” Nova responds. “How many other Wars could there be in the Savage Kings MC?”
“None that I know of,” I tell her. Holding her gaze so she knows I’m telling the truth, I add, “But help yourself. My record is spotless, other than a few speeding tickets.”
“If you say so,” she mutters. Despite her unconvinced words, her hands are now gripping fists full of my shirt, holding me to her.
So, she was worried I was a criminal? Guess that would be a deal-breaker for her, which I admire. I hope my sister has the same minimum standards before she fools around with guys. Not that I’ve made that easy for her by insisting she attend an all-girl high school and now an all-girl Christian college. Most men only hurt women, break their hearts, or knock them up. The longer Audrey can avoid becoming a victim, the better off and more successful she’ll be in life.
“Maddox looks up to you, almost like you’re a father figure to him,” Nova says out of the blue.
“Yeah, I guess the kid does,” I reply, since I practically consider him a son.
“And you’re good with him.”
“Thanks, I guess.”
“You’re a natural caretaker, aren’t you?” she says.
“You think so?” I ask in surprise.
“Yes. But I also think that he’s a little scared of you,” she adds. “He tiptoes around you like you could shatter his world with a snap of your fingers.”
“What? That’s not true,” I argue. “We’re all a little tough on him but it’s for his own good. That’s just part of sponsorship, giving the prospects shit to make sure they have what it takes to become a full member.” I let my hand on her hip slip down to grab a handful of her incredible ass.
“What does it take to become a member?” Nova asks, more concerned about the MC than where I’m touching her.
“You ask a lot of questions,” I grumble. Loving when she gets feisty much more than when she’s silent and withdrawn, I tell her, “I think I like you better when your mouth is full.”
Nova gasps with indignation but then my lips are slanted over hers an instant later, my tongue slipping inside the opening. She kisses me back just as hard until I’m the one who eventually pulls away first, only because if I don’t, I’ll end up inside her, right here, right now.
“You know I was joking,” I assure her. “You say some funny shit. I don’t think I would ever get tired of listening to you, especially when you’re nervous and throwing up humor like it’s a shield.”
“I don’t do that,” she scoffs.
“Yes, you do,” I argue. “And it’s cute. But today, you’ve been too quiet. Talk to me.”
“I thought that’s what we were doing right now,” she says with a smile.
“You know what I mean,” I tell her.
“Fine,” Nova replies, licking her lips like she’s still tasting me from our kiss. “You sm
ell like grease and sweat,” she informs me, but she doesn’t push me away. Instead, she pulls me closer so that she can place an open-mouthed kiss on my neck that sends an intense shot of adrenaline through my body, making my heart race and my pants tighten. “It’s the perfect masculine combination to get my motor running.”
“Oh, really?” I ask, giving her hair a tug, forcing her head back to reveal her neck to me so I can kiss my way up to her ear. “There’s probably grease in your hair now that I’m pulling on it.”
“I don’t care. Pull on it harder,” she demands. So I do, tightening my grip on the strands while I kiss her lips again with so much tongue I’m not sure where mine stops and hers begins. My hand that was on her ass comes around and gets busy popping the button on her already loose shorts and lowering the zipper so I can slip my hand down and feel her through her panties.
I taste her deep inhalation in our kiss when I graze my fingertips right over the cloth covering her needy little clit.
“Try not to scream too loud out here,” I whisper when I pull back to watch the ecstasy on her face while I keep stroking her higher and higher. “Don’t wanna get the old man and kid too worked up.”
“War,” she moans before her palms come up to the sides of my face, pulling my mouth back down to hers. I kiss her through the muffled sounds of her moans until her body finally gives up the fight and trembles with pleasure.
With a tug of my fingers in her hair, I yank her head against the van to run my lips down her throat again. “Tonight,” I tell her between kisses, “we’re gonna get in your car that I fixed. You’re gonna drive us back to the clubhouse. And then I want your head in my lap, showing me a little more of that personal gratitude you’re so damn good at.”
“Yes, sir,” she agrees, looking up at me with her hazel eyes still glassy with arousal. “But only if I can ride your cock afterwards.”
“Deal,” I easily agree when I finally pull my hand from her shorts and then give her ass a squeeze.
“Zip up while I get back to work,” I tell her with a kiss on her cheek before I make myself leave her so I can fix her car and earn my reward.
Chapter Nine
Nova
I’ve never known a man who could have me ready to bend over backward for him with just a few naughty words.
Somehow, War already has that kind of power over me, even in just a short amount of time. He’s good. Really good. But he’s also a little bad, which I think I sort of love.
And yet, I’m trying to keep my heart from getting involved since he’s made it perfectly clear we’re only having a little temporary fun together this weekend. I can’t complain or ask for more from him, not after all he’s done to help me out.
Watching him work with his very capable hands, elbow deep in my engine, makes him even sexier. Seeing the way he teaches Maddox so much about cars and keeps his patience when he gets something wrong is almost as hot. A big, tough guy like War could get angry and yell at the drop of the dime, but he doesn’t.
While I’m certain I haven’t even uncovered the tip of the iceberg with War, what I do know is good enough for me. Sure, there’s possibly a dangerous side to him when it comes to the MC. But I’m not concerned because I’m certain he wouldn’t hurt me, and he wouldn’t let anyone in the motorcycle gang hurt me either.
I’m sitting in the lawn chair, drinking fresh lemonade, thanks to Eddie, when War comes over with a smirk on his face and my car keys in his hand.
“Here,” he says so I set my drink down on the small, round table to hold out my palm.
“You’ve fixed it already?” I ask in surprise when he drops the keys.
“Already?” War repeats with a scoff. “Woman, I’ve been working under the hood for almost seven hours.”
“That’s a long, hard day,” I tell him casually, even though I’m more than impressed. “You deserve a cold shower and someone to wait on you hand and foot for the rest of the night.”
“I agree,” he says with a smile. “Ready to get started on that gratitude you promised to show me?”
“Absolutely,” I say, knowing he’s referring to my mouth. And it won’t be an inconvenience for me to go down on him. If I had someone in my life taking care of me every day like War has this weekend, I would gladly live on my knees for him on a nightly basis.
Apparently, War’s become impatient. Instead of waiting for me to get to my feet, he grabs my hands and pulls me up out of my chair.
War’s even a gentleman who goes around and opens the driver’s door for me.
“Thank you,” I tell him as I climb inside.
I wait for him to squeeze into the passenger seat before I stick the key in the ignition and turn over the engine. It purrs to life just like I expected.
“You’re a miracle worker,” I glance over and tell War, who is already looking at my face.
“It’s amazing what a man can accomplish with the promise of sexual favors,” he jokes while fastening his seatbelt, and I know he’s kidding. He would’ve fixed my car and air conditioning without asking anything in return. But he knows I’m definitely on board for our naughty game of work equals rewards.
Before I can pull out of the salvage yard, War reaches over and places his big, warm palm on my thigh, just below the hem of my cutoffs.
“I’ve never enjoyed seeing these types of shorts on women as much as I do on you,” he says as his hand gently squeezes and works its way higher. “But if you were my old lady, I’d slap those ass cheeks that are hanging out the back if you even thought about wearing them out in public.”
“Would you really?” I tease.
“Hell yes.”
“In that case, if you were my old man, I would probably wear them all of the time,” I joke with him, and his fingers tighten on my flesh.
I barely get parked at the bar before War’s seatbelt is off and his mouth is crashing down on mine. I kiss him back while he feels around for the latch to release my belt and then he’s pulling me on top of him so that I’m straddling his lap.
“Aren’t you worried someone will see us?” I ask, even though my fingers are already unzipping his jeans and he’s sliding the passenger seat back as far as it will go.
“Nah,” War responds. “The sheriff is a friend.”
“That’s a good friend to have,” I tell him before I sink to my knees on the floorboard between his legs.
“Yeah, it is,” he agrees while gathering my hair up and holding it in a makeshift ponytail at the back of my head. “Now, less talking and more gratuity.”
“In other words, get your cock nice and wet before I ride it?” I ask as I pull his thick arousal out and give him a stroke in my fist. The move has War’s head falling back on a groan already.
…
War
This woman is going to be the death of me.
Nova’s mouth is so good I think I could move mountains just to sink inside of it a few more times.
A few more times is all I’ll get too.
Tomorrow, it’s back to being a father, a brother, a sponsor, and a Sergeant-at-Arms. But tonight, I’m just a single man spending time with a beautiful woman who, based on her enthusiastic head bobbing, is actually enjoying taking care of me and my needs.
“Jesus, darlin’. I thought you wanted to ride me,” I remind her through clenched teeth as she takes me deep, so deep that the head of my cock hits the back of her throat before she swallows around me. “Keep that up…and it’ll never happen.”
Finally, Nova pulls her amazing mouth off of me with a wet pop, and looks up at me from the floorboard. “Do you happen to have any of those condoms from yesterday?”
“Oh yeah,” I assure her, since I grabbed some before I left the apartment this morning. Lifting my hips, I reach into my back pocket to remove my wallet. The move thrusts my hard cock into Nova’s face and again, she covers it with her mouth. “Damn, woman,” I tell her as my shaking hands attempt to open the condom wrapper. “I’m not sure what I want more, to
let you suck me off or ride me.”
Letting my cock slip from her mouth again, Nova reaches for the condom in my hand and then tears it open with her teeth. One of her small hands circles the base of my dick while the other rolls the rubber down my shaft. “I’m gonna ride you so good that you’ll never forget it.”
“Hell yes,” I agree, and then I’m grabbing her underneath her arms to pull her into my lap. Her thighs part, knees planted on either side of the seat, and then Nova’s mouth is attacking mine. I jerk her shorts and panties to the side, too impatient to take time to get them off. Taking the hint, Nova lowers her pussy right on down my thick shaft. My hands grip her sweet round ass cheeks as she starts riding me so hard and fast that the car shakes violently, making it clear to anyone who happens to walk by that we’re fucking.
Wanting to get my mouth on her bouncing tits, I break our kiss and use my teeth to tug her flimsy tank top down under her breasts. Then I’m sucking on her beaded nipple while her hot, tight pussy strokes my shaft up and down, up and down.
“Oh god,” Nova moans as her fingers weave through the back of my hair and grasp it tightly, holding my mouth to her breasts. Her hips lose their rhythm and then she’s just pressing down, grinding her body on my cock as hard as she can, chasing her orgasm. “So close…so close,” she chants.
I squeeze her ass cheeks in my hands and then pump my hips upward, driving myself even deeper inside of her.
“Uh! Uh! UHHH!” she wails when her body succumbs to the pleasure. Her pussy clenches and releases around my cock. Her body trembles and shakes so badly my arms go around her back to keep her in place as I pound into her until I come undone myself.
“God, that’s fucking good,” I groan as Nova’s juices run down and soak my pelvis while I continue thrusting slowly inside her to milk every last drop of ecstasy I can get from her.
Throwing my head back against the seat while I catch my breath and Nova slumps forward onto me, I worry that what she promised may actually be true.