Winston: Savage Kings MC - South Carolina

by Hart, Lane

  Neither of us get to sleep for more than a few hours before the other is begging for more. Sex between us is explosive. It’s almost unreal how good we are together, especially since Winston is so freaking hot. From my experience, usually, the more attractive the guy, the worse he is in bed. Not Winston. He’s sweet and caring and attentive; not just in bed but all the time. He’s just a good person. I’m not sure why I ever doubted that when I found out he was in a motorcycle club. Maybe that’s why sex with him is better, because I know who he is deep down, and I love everything about him. Now I can’t get enough, and neither can Winston apparently.

  In fact, I think both of us may have been asleep when Winston’s hard cock just so happened to slip inside me from behind while we spooned. I’m not sure who initiated, all I know is we fucked nice and slow at first. Then, after Winston’s hand grabbed mine and guided it between my legs, pressing it on my clit, things got much more frantic until I started coming and he had to pull out to come on my ass.

  “Fuck!” he exclaims from behind me as I melt disappointedly into the sheets. Sure, I had an orgasm, but it ended way too soon because we had to stop.

  “Maybe we should try condoms again,” I suggest while gasping for breath.

  “Hell no,” Winston grumbles. He’s quiet for several minutes before he asks, “Could you take a morning-after pill?”

  “Every day?” I ask with a bark of laughter when I glance at him over my shoulder. “I don’t think it works that way.”

  “Yeah. Fuck,” he huffs.

  “Time to change the sheets again?”

  “In a minute,” Winston replies. “It’s only…six a.m.”

  “Did I start that round or did you?” I ask, and hear one of his rare chuckles.

  “No clue.”

  “You should finish in my mouth next time,” I urge him. “I can get myself off again easier when I’m sucking your dick.”

  “Jesus Christ!” he grumbles. “Now I’m hard again.”

  “Sorry, not sorry,” I tell him before I roll over and climb on top of him to hop on for another ride. “Oh god.” I gasp as I impale myself on his shaft. “That never gets old.”

  “No, it doesn’t,” Winston agrees, reaching up to squeeze my tits.

  “Is it always like this for you…or is it different with me?” I ask as I start to slide up and down, up and down, a little faster each time.

  “Different,” he grunts. “Better with you.”

  Thank goodness it isn’t one-sided.

  “Tell me…when you’re…close…so I can stop.”

  “And you’re gonna suck me off?” he asks between groans.

  “Yes.”

  “Just like…our first time,” he remarks as his eyelids grow heavy, but he doesn’t take his eyes off me. “God, that was so. Fucking. Good. I watched it over and over again…”

  I slam myself down him one last time and then freeze. “You did what?” I ask, thinking I must have heard him wrong.

  Grinning lazily, he says, “I had to steal the surveillance footage so, of course, I watched it a few times.”

  “A few?”

  “Fine. A lot,” he admits with a widening grin, complete with dimples, that seems almost foreign on his grumpy face. It makes him look like a completely different man. A happier one. A gorgeous, happy, incredibly sexy man. Then Winston says, “Hard to feel guilty about that when I got fired for taking the video and for fucking up with the Camaro.”

  “You got fired because of that night?” I say in shock.

  “Fuck yes. Took weeks for me to get another shop to hire me.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  Chuckling, he grasps my hips and lifts me up and then back down on his dick with a deep grunt of pleasure. “Totally worth it.”

  “You still have the video?” I ask, pressing my palms to his chest.

  “Why?”

  “Because maybe I want to see it too.”

  “God, yes,” Winston groans as I start working my hips on his dick again. “We can…watch it…together.”

  “Can’t wait,” I agree. “Now, shut up so I can come before I suck you off.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he replies, clenching his jaw tight, like he’s trying to hold off for my sake. And bless him, he does too. I not only reach heaven, but I stay there as the blissful waves crash over me until the very last small one.

  “Now, Zoe. Now!” Winston roars as he lifts my hips to get me off of him. I barely scramble to all fours, or get my lips spread around his crown, before the first burst of his hot release pulses onto my tongue.

  “Oh fuck! Fuck, Zoe! Fuck!” he growls as he cups the back of my head to hold my mouth down on his thrusting dick.

  I love the rough treatment and crave more.

  * * *

  Winston

  Zoe and I are fucking amazing together. It wasn’t just the first time or second. If I had to guess, it’s been around thirteen or fourteen mind-blowing times the last few days I took off from work to be with her, and I still can’t get enough. It’s like we’re both trying to make up for the past ten years apart in the span of a week.

  Not to mention, it’s nice to have something to take my mind off what’s to come with the Savage Kings. Shit is going to be bloody, and I’m ready for it, but I don’t want to sit around and dwell on it until the time comes.

  I check my phone again after Zoe and I shower together, and then get dressed.

  But I should’ve known putting on clothes was pointless when I walk into her bedroom and she’s bending over the foot of the bed, her ass in the air right the fuck in front of me, begging for me to take her.

  And I know we’ve fucked a lot when I want her so badly, but my dick doesn’t even twitch in my pants. It must be exhausted.

  “Sorry, babe, but you’ve got to give me a few more minutes to recover from the shower sex,” I tell her when I stalk up to her ass and mold her cheeks to my palms.

  Looking at me over her shoulder, her long brown hair still dripping wet down her back and green eyes even brighter than normal, she says, “Spank me until I come?”

  Holy shit. This woman is going to be the death of me.

  My right hand moves before I even instruct it to, letting go of her ass to haul back and slap the shit out of it, making Zoe cry out. “Again,” she demands.

  “Oh, you’re gonna get a lot more than that,” I say as I smack her bottom again. “We’re going to twenty-five.”

  “Twenty…five?” Zoe gasps without looking back at me.

  “Twenty-five,” I repeat before I give her ass another lick. “One for each magazine you sent me.”

  “How did you…” she starts to ask before my palm landing on her ass interrupts her.

  “You think I didn’t keep them all?” I ask her. “I did. Every. Single. One.”

  I think I make it to ten slaps before I reach down with the fingers on my left hand to feel her pussy. And god, she’s so wet. I bet I could pull out my cock and run it through her slickness, and it would be rock hard and ready to go. I keep two fingers pushed inside of her when my right hand gives her another slap on her ass cheek just so I can feel her walls squeeze around them.

  “Yes! More!” Zoe moans so I keep at it, spanking her while pumping my fingers in and out. Her pussy constricts around them, getting closer and closer to an orgasm. “Please, Winston! Please…fuck me!”

  God, yes.

  I don’t have to be asked twice. I get my pants undone while my fingers keep fucking her until my dick can takes their place. It’s nice and hard, ready for action again.

  “Ohhh! Yesss!” Zoe screams when I slam balls deep inside of her and she starts to come.

  Grabbing both of her arms, I yank them down to the small of her back where I hold them hostage, pressing her face into the mattress. Then, I drive into her tight, clenching pussy a little harder with each thrust until we’re both moaning and grunting so loudly a freight train could come through the house and we wouldn’t hear it.

  Which is
probably why I didn’t notice we weren’t alone until I pull out to come on Zoe’s ass and hear a woman’s voice say, “Oh dear!” before the bedroom door slams shut behind me.

  “Fuck,” I whisper when the surge of endorphins starts to trickle away slowly, and I realize it was my mother. She saw us, me and Zoe together. I may have most of my clothes on, but it had to be obvious what we were doing based on the fact Zoe is completely naked, not to mention the sounds we were making. “Fuck!”

  “What?” Zoe asks without lifting her head from the mattress, apparently unaware we’re not alone in the house.

  “Get up and get dressed!” I tell her. After grabbing her discarded towel to clean my mess off of her back, I put my dick away and zip up my jeans.

  “What? Why? I don’t think my legs will work just yet,” she slurs with a giggle.

  “Here,” I say, searching the room for clothes. I grab the first thing I see on the floor, a pair of bathing suit bottoms, and toss them to Zoe. She finally rolls over and scoots to the edge of the bed.

  “We going to the beach today?” she asks with a smile. “Probably best to get some Vitamin D from the sun since we haven’t seen it in days.”

  “No, Zoe, we’re not going to the fucking beach! Our parents are back!”

  “Huh? No way,” she replies with a dismissive wave of her hand. “They’re not coming back until Saturday. Wait. What day is today?”

  “Ah, Friday, I think.” Honestly, I don’t have a clue until I pull out my phone from my pocket to check it. “It’s Friday.”

  “So then why do you think they’re coming home early?” Zoe asks, finally standing up to put on her pink bikini.

  “Because I just heard my mom’s voice when I was coming on you!” I explain.

  “Oh. Oh wow. That’s…”

  “Fucked up?” I supply for her. “Yeah, it is. What are we going to tell them?”

  “Jeez, Winston,” Zoe says as she ties her bikini top. “It’s not that big of a deal. We’re adults, not kids. I’m pretty sure our parents know that we’re not virgins.”

  “Maybe I should try and go out the window,” I mutter as I go over to take a look outside. But we’re a long way up and I don’t need to break my leg before the Kings go to war. They’re going to need me, if I survive whatever Martin does to me.

  Before I can make a final decision on my escape plan, Zoe yanks her bedroom door open, then steps into the hallway. “Dad, Deb, you’re home early,” she says to our folks who must be in the hall too.

  “Fuck me,” I groan before I suck it up and face the firing squad.

  My mom and Martin are both standing frozen in the hall. My mom has her palm over her mouth like she’s about to cry, and Martin is directly behind her, keeping his back to us all, like he’s too ashamed or angry to look at us.

  “You weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow,” I remark.

  “We came back early to spend more time with Zoe before she has to leave,” her dad grits out without looking at us. “Guess we should’ve called to warn you…”

  Zoe looks to me with a cringe, her emerald green eyes begging me to say something to dispel the awkwardness. Like I have any fucking clue what.

  “I was, ah, just helping Zoe tie up her bikini,” I lie. “And putting lotion on her back.”

  Hell, it’s not even a good lie but it’s the best I could come up with.

  My mom raises her eyebrows, like she’s about to call bullshit on me. Jesus Christ. Can’t the woman just keep what she saw to herself? Except, Martin probably heard us. He’s getting old but not deaf.

  “We were having sex,” Zoe blurts out, like a traitor trying to throw me under the bus. “There’s no point lying about it, so can we please just not make a big deal about it?”

  “It was a one-time thing,” I tell our parents, to try and salvage the situation before Martin has a heart attack and makes my mom a widow. “I don’t know what I was thinking. It was stupid, and it won’t happen again. Ever.”

  “No, it definitely won’t happen again!” Zoe grits out when she spins around to face me. “God, Winston, you act like you’re such a big, bad biker when really, you’re just an enormous pussy!”

  Her shoulder rams into mine as she squeezes past me to get back into her room where she slams the door like a sullen teenage girl…

  It hits me I fucked up again and Zoe was right to call me a pussy. I said a bunch of shit I didn’t mean, just like I did before. But this time, I hurt Zoe to save my own ass because I don’t want my mom to hate me. But do I really want to wait another ten years to see Zoe again because of another one of my lies? Fuck no.

  “She’s right, I am a pussy,” I tell our folks as I scrub my palms down my face. I open her bedroom door so she can hear me too before I go on. Seeing her sitting at the foot of the bed, hugging herself, with tears swimming in her big, green eyes makes me feel like the biggest fucking asshole. “I’m sorry you saw or heard us doing that in your house, but it wasn’t the first time and I hope it won’t be the last because, well, Zoe’s the only woman I’ve ever cared about. I love her and I want her. I don’t care if she’s my stepsister. Nothing, not even your disapproval will change how I feel about her.”

  Instead of looking to see my mother’s reaction to my confession, I wait to see Zoe’s. She swipes the tears away from under each of her eyes and then comes over to grab the back of my neck to kiss me.

  “Thank you,” she whispers against my lips.

  Cupping the side of her face in my hand, I use my thumb to dry up the last of the dampness from her cheek. “It’s the truth and it’s what I should’ve said to you and to them ten years—” I don’t get to finish my sentence before a loud ringing phone interrupts me. My phone.

  “Fuck,” I mutter, letting go of Zoe to pull out the device from my pocket. Seeing Roman’s name on the screen has me answering in a hurry. “We ready?”

  “We’re ready,” Roman replies. “Everyone’s meeting here at seven tonight.”

  “And the safe house?”

  “I’ll text you the address. Don’t share it with a fucking soul,” he warns because it’s where his woman Charlotte and Tessa will be staying until this is all over.

  “I won’t,” I agree as I glance at my mother and Martin, who are still motionless statues. “But, um, do you have room for two more?”

  “Your parents?” Roman guesses.

  “Yeah. They came home early.”

  “Sure. It’s a three-bedroom house and I’m sure Charlotte and Tessa could share one.”

  “Thanks,” I tell him. “I’ll get them settled and then head in.”

  After I end the call, I say, “Sorry to cut this discussion short, but we have to go.”

  “I know,” Zoe says with a frown. “Promise you’ll be careful, okay?”

  “I will,” I assure her with another quick kiss. “Pack up what you need.” To Martin and my mom, I say, “Just bring your suitcases.”

  “Why? Where are we going?” my mother asks.

  “Some place safe for the night,” I explain. “I can’t tell you more than that, but it’s important. Please?”

  “Fine,” she huffs. And I know that once she’s on board, Martin will be too.

  “You three can all ride together and follow me on my bike.”

  “Great,” Zoe grumbles before she goes back into her room. “Just great.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Zoe

  My emotions have been on a rollercoaster this afternoon.

  First, I was riding high when Winston and I were together, then I was embarrassed we got caught screwing by our parents before I became angry at him for lying to them. But then finally, Winston confessed to them and told me how he really feels.

  I just wish he didn’t have to leave tonight on some dangerous MC mission. What the hell am I supposed to do while in lockdown at some secret location with my parents after the things they witnessed earlier?

  I quickly change out of my bathing suit and into a sleevel
ess cotton dress, then throw a change of clothes into my purse, along with my phone.

  As soon as I climb into the backseat of my dad’s car, they don’t even wait until we’re out of the driveway before they start in.

  “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” my dad asks.

  “About what?” I say innocently before Winston cranks up his motorcycle with a welcome sound to interrupt the silence in the car.

  “Zoe,” my father warns, eyeing me in the rearview. At least he’s making eye contact again.

  “What do you want me to say? I think Winston explained it all very well.”

  “So, you…feel the same way?” Debra questions me.

  “Yes.”

  “Well,” she says with a sigh. “This is all a lot to take in.”

  “I wasn’t all that surprised,” my dad says as he puts the car in reverse and backs out of the driveway to follow Winston. “Although, knowing something and having to…hear it firsthand are two different things. Could you two do what you do someplace other than our house from now on?”

  “Huh?” I ask in confusion. I expected my dad to be pissed off or disgusted. Well, I’m not sure what I expected honestly, but it wasn’t his embarrassed acceptance.

  “It’s the type of thing that deserves some privacy,” he goes on to say. “For everyone’s sake.”

  “So, you’re okay with this?” Deb asks him as we follow behind Winston, making each of his same turns.

  “Your son loves my daughter. I figured as much after he was ready to throttle me years ago when I wouldn’t tell Zoe she couldn’t go to Paris. I’m sure Winston will look after her and take care of her. As a father, I don’t think I could find a better man for my girl.”

  “Winston is a good man,” Deb agrees. “Do you think Zoe is why he’s never had a girlfriend or brought a woman home for us to meet?”

  “Probably,” my father answers as the two continue to have a conversation without me. It’s incredibly surreal, not just because they know about us now, but because Winston admitted to me, and to them, that he cares about me and loves me. It’s what I would’ve given anything to hear ten years ago before I left.