Digger

by Lynn Burke

  I found my lips rising in a crooked grin, and I hugged Maci close again, glad she wouldn’t be able to see my ugly face with how she pressed against me. “Coffee?”

  “Sweet and blond, just like you.”

  A snorted, sarcastic laugh shook my shoulders.

  “What?” Maci pulled back to peer up at me, and again, I thanked fuck she couldn’t see my face clearly. “You’re blond. You’re sweet.”

  “Sweet?” I snorted again and ran a hand down over her shoulder into the dip of her waist and over the swell of her hip where I rested my palm.

  “Sweet,” she murmured again, leaning up to kiss me.

  My dick jerked against her thigh, but I focused on her moist lips, her tongue, rather than the need to sink into her again.

  She rolled on top of me, and I lay back, groaning as the wet lips of her cunt rubbed against my length. Guilt over wanting her again warred in my head, but the way she moved over me, sliding her slickness up and down my entire cock, tilting her hips to notch my flared head against her opening…

  “Fuck,” I mumbled against her mouth. “If you don’t stop this, I’m going to take you again.”

  “Got another condom?” she whispered and bit my lower lip.

  I grabbed her hips to keep her still. “You sure about this?”

  She bit my lip again.

  “Little witch.” Leaning over, I swiped a condom out of the bed stand where I’d left them.

  Maci grabbed it from me and sat up, tearing it open. My dick leaped at her touch as she slid it on, my teeth clenched. “Now…” She moved over my body, her tits soft against my chest. “Where were we?”

  Palming her waist, I positioned her where I wanted her. “Right about here.” My balls seized up as she pressed back, notching my dick inside of her again.

  “Here?” she asked, leaning down to bite my nipple.

  “Fuck, yes.” My eyes clenched shut as she sank lower onto my cock, stretching herself, filling her tight, little cunt with every inch.

  She let out a shuddered breath. “I can’t believe you fit inside me.”

  I groaned, thankful as fuck that I did, and wrapped one of my hands in her hair. “Fuck me, beautiful witch.”

  Maci lifted and rotated her hips in steady rhythm, nipping my nipple, my lips, driving me out of my fucking mind.

  With a growl, I flipped her onto her back and slammed balls deep back into her pussy. “Fuck, this pussy…” Her wrists in my hands, I lifted her arms over her head, driving into her in full thrusts, pulling out and burying to the hilt. “So fucking good.”

  “My God,” she whispered, staring up into my eyes as I continued to flex my ass and retreat, fucking her as hard as I could. My bed slammed against the wall. Maci panted beneath me, our eyes locked in the darkness. I untwined my fingers from hers. “Keep your hands overhead.”

  She groaned as I slid my hands around her neck. Slight pressure brought another one to her lips as she arched her back, thrusting her tits at me.

  “Like that?” I asked, squeezing a bit more.

  “Fuck yes,” she whispered as I held her immobile, my cock slamming into her.

  “Come around my dick. Let me feel you let go.” I captured her mouth, my tongue thrusting in time with my hips, tasting and taking how I wanted.

  Maci fell apart beneath me, her body arching into mine as her cunt clenched down on my straining dick.

  “That’s right, beautiful.” I grunted, one thrust away from blowing my load. “Milk me. Just like that…” My balls erupted, filling the condom as I groaned and sank my teeth into the tender skin of her neck, hard enough to leave a mark.

  Maci

  Digger served me waffles with real maple syrup, a pile of bacon, and coffee just like him, whether he would admit to being sweet or not. He scowled a hell of a lot, but tenderness ruled his insides. The looks he gave me, the gentle touches while moving past me. A brush of the fingers while passing me the syrup. One soft smooch on the top of my head while handing me my coffee.

  A woman could fall hard for such a man. Big as an ox, badass tatts over his chest and arms, lush lips—even if a nasty scar disfigured one side. Add in his observant attention, and he created the perfect package. In my eyes, anyway.

  He studied me while we ate, his gaze seeming to penetrate my soul and taking a good, long look into every corner.

  “I’m eating breakfast with the most beautiful woman in the world—and I don’t even know your last name,” he said, his voice low and rumbling.

  “Irving.” I smiled, loving the softness in his dark eyes. “The hottest man on the planet cooked me waffles after the most mind-blowing evening of my life…” I arched an eyebrow. Surely, Digger wasn’t his real name.

  His lips pursed for a second. “Raymond Hearst, but I rarely go by anything other than Digger. Haven’t for over fifteen years.”

  I licked a drip of syrup off my thumb, and his gaze zeroed in on the flick of my tongue. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Anything.”

  “What’s up with Capone?”

  He tensed. “You tell me.”

  I shrugged. “Nice guy, but honestly, he’s too pretty for me. Not really my type.”

  “So, why’d you go out with him in the first place?”

  “I needed a break from taking care of Mom, and he offered, so…” I shrugged again.

  “So you aren’t upset he bailed on us last night?”

  “Not at all.”

  Digger’s gaze lit although he didn’t smile. “Glad to hear it.”

  Smiling for both of us, I shoveled another forkful of waffles into my mouth and glanced around Digger’s kitchen. A simple one-story house, definitely a bachelor’s pad sorely lacking in personal items, but he kept it clean. No womanly touches anywhere … the thought warmed me through.

  “So.” I returned my attention to him and pushed my plate away to wrap my hands around my coffee mug in front of me. “Now what?”

  His gaze slid down over my neck, to the budding nipples beneath his t-shirt I’d grabbed to cover my nakedness. He lifted his gaze, a whole lot of lust in his eyes.

  I pressed my thighs together.

  “The ‘now what’ is up to you.”

  “Me?”

  He nodded and bit a piece of bacon in half, chewed slowly without taking his attention from my face, kicking my pulse up a notch.

  “Meaning?” I pressed when he didn’t elaborate.

  “I’m a Fallen Glider. Not the type of man most women would want in their life.”

  “Are you asking me if I want you in my life?”

  His brow furrowed for a split second as though his mind warred. “Yes.”

  “Fuck me sideways,” I said with a breathless laugh.

  “I’d have to tie you up first, but I think I can manage.”

  Heat flooded through me, and I squeezed my thighs together, afraid of leaving a wet spot on his chair. That’s what I got for nixing the panties…

  “Well?” he asked, his body still as though ready to pounce like a mountain lion.

  “I’m sure my goodie-two-shoes sister wouldn’t approve, but I don’t give a shit.”

  “Give it to me straight, Maci.”

  “You feel it, don’t you?” I asked, motioning between us. “This … connection, thing … I can’t explain it.”

  “I do.”

  So serious. I bit the inside of my lip to keep in my smile while studying his broody face. My type to a T. He needed a woman like me, someone to coerce his lips into smiling. Someone to ease the somber shroud over him.

  I didn’t want to burden him with my grief, though. Even though I drained the well in me during the night, I expected I’d do so a few times more before the sadness of losing Mom eased. My inside smile faded as my throat thickened.

  My psychological needs to be appreciated, the desire to have purpose again now that she’d gone … hell, the want for love swayed me toward him. “I want to explore whatever this is,” I whispered. “See where it goe
s.” The corner of his lip twitched, and I leaned forward onto the table. “Is that a smile?”

  His brow furrowed. “I don’t smile.”

  “You did last night in bed, but I couldn’t see that well.”

  “It’s not…” He turned away, his attention on the window over the sink. “It’s not a pretty sight,” he finally said.

  “You’re hot as fuck, Raymond Hearst, and nothing on this damn planet will change that fact.”

  He snorted. “You’re blind.”

  “Think what you will,” I said with an air of brushing him off and picking up my coffee. “I know the truth.”

  His lip twitched again, and I couldn’t keep from smiling into my cup.

  We cleaned the dishes together, me washing and Digger drying. Hips bumping, hands brushing as we talked about our childhoods and the normal shit new friends/fuck buddies discuss. He kissed the top of my head countless times, and I couldn’t stop from smiling even if our conversation focused on surface things.

  Twice, he walked to the front door and looked out the window.

  “Something wrong?” I asked when he returned to my side the second time.

  “Dark sedan is watching my house.”

  My eyes widened, and I paused in rinsing a mug. “As in FBI?”

  He shrugged.

  “Are you in trouble?”

  “Haven’t done anything to warrant their attention for years.”

  “But you’ve got a nasty past,” I said, handing him the dripping mug.

  He stared at me a long minute, his brow furrowed as though warring in his mind again while drying the cup. “I’ve broken the law a time or two.” He didn’t sound ashamed. Or scared. He put the mug away, hung up the damp towel, and leaned his ass against the counter right beside me.

  I tilted my head back to keep eye contact as he loomed over me.

  “Whoever it is,” he said, his gaze piercing me, “they’ve been watching the club, too. Have for a couple weeks.”

  My eyes widened—over the fact he shared that information rather than the truth of it. “What’s going on?”

  He continued to study my face without moving. Me, a near stranger who had no business knowing the Gliders’ business. I didn’t expect him to answer. “Not sure, but Jonny thinks we might have someone inside spilling secrets,” he finally said, holding my gaze as though testing me.

  “Shit.”

  “Yeah.”

  A suspicious man—feeling out the near-stranger he’d had in his bed all night. My curiosity swelled, especially since I knew I had nothing to fear or hide. “Whose job is it to take care of that kind of situation?”

  He peered at me for a time, and I held his gaze, letting him see he could trust me. “Hawk’s the Sergeant at Arms, but I’m usually the one to deal with … problems.”

  I nodded and returned to the dishes. While I should have been uneasy about hanging with such a man, the thought he bloodied his fists turned me the hell on. The type of man who would protect those he loved without hesitation. Without question. I glanced up at him through my lashes, thrilled he had shared such personal information.

  He stared down at me as though reading my mind again. “That fact doesn’t bother you, does it?”

  “Quite the opposite, actually.” I wrung out the wash rag and moved to wipe off the table. Smirking, I leaned forward, reaching across the table, exaggerating enough to lift his t-shirt to the middle of my ass cheeks.

  His groan clenched my pussy and tightened my nipples.

  “Damn, woman.” He grabbed my waist, pulled me upright, and buried his face in my neck where he’d left a big-ass hickey. When I’d caught sight of his mark in the mirror earlier, a thrill I didn’t understand had shot through me.

  One of his hands crept up the front of his shirt, pulling me back into the moment. “No fucking panties.”

  “Nope.” God, I sounded like a breathless whore. “Hardly ever wear the damn things.”

  He groaned in my ear and reached between my legs. “Already wet for me, too,” he murmured, running his fingers through my folds. “You like that I’m a bad man.”

  I pressed my ass against him, feeling his cock swell against my lower back. “It would seem so.”

  “Tell me you aren’t too sore from last night.” His growled words sent a shiver through me, pebbling my skin.

  “I’m not too sore.”

  He slid two fingers deep into my pussy. “Tell me I can keep you tied to my bed all day.”

  “Tie me up, Digger, and keep me there all day. Please.”

  He swept me up into his arms, and I tossed the rag over his shoulder at the sink while he started toward the hallway.

  Digger

  I didn’t share personal or club shit with anyone who wasn’t a brother. Hell, I wasn’t even comfortable discussing business with Hawk when Janie hung out with us.

  But, Maci… I’d been reading people for years, taught by the best, and there’s no way in hell Maci worked for the law. ‘Course, with my distrust of people in general, I wouldn’t have shared shit had her mom not just passed. No fucking way she’d faked that grief.

  Feeling her beneath my t-shirt had a second motive, but I wasn’t surprised to find her bare of a listening device.

  What if she planted bugs?

  The whisper in the back of my mind twisted my stomach, and I decided I needed to make sure. I tossed her on the bed. “T-shirt off.”

  She obeyed and leaned back on her elbows, one leg crooked to the side, offering me a tempting view of her pink, glistening cunt.

  I tore myself away and pulled a few lengths of rope from my closet.

  Her pupils dilated as I crawled onto the bed between her thighs. “Scoot back against the headboard. Draw your knees up.”

  She did as told, and I bound her forearms from elbow to wrist.

  “Grab the headboard.”

  Lips parted, she stared up at me while grasping the top bar and I tied her tight.

  “Too tight?” I asked, settling back on my haunches and grabbing another length of rope.

  “No,” she whispered.

  “If you want me to stop, just say the word, okay?”

  Maci nodded, not taking her gaze off my face.

  Self-consciousness crept into my brain. Why the hell did she stare at me? Was she second guessing my ugly mug and the scar tilting my lips?

  “You’re hot,” she murmured, a small smile tugging on her mouth.

  “You’re blind,” I repeated my earlier statement.

  A soft snort jiggled her tits. “Hardly.”

  I bound her right ankle tight to her thigh and worked a looping pattern up close to her knee before tying that to a corner of the headboard. “Okay?” I checked in with her again.

  Her eyes had glazed over a bit, but the soft smile remained. “More than okay.”

  Once I tied off her second leg to the opposite corner, I sat back and feasted on the sight. Completely bound, spread open, and at my mercy, Maci peered at me with trust in her eyes—and a whole lot of lust. Her pulse beat in her neck. Nipples in tight buds. Glistening cunt with a droplet of arousal ready to slip down over her pink rosebud.

  I slid my fingertip up through her wetness, and she moaned.

  “You like my ropes?”

  “I like everything about you.”

  Sliding one finger into her tight cunt, I lifted my gaze to her face. Lips parted, skin pebbling over her breasts, her eyelashes fluttered close to her cheekbones.

  My dick strained up against my abs, pre-cum oozing down the side.

  Maci reclined far enough that if I got onto my knees…

  I grasped the base of my cock and smeared the pre-cum over her lips. She opened while lifting her eyelids. Our gazes locking, I flexed my ass, and she welcomed my entire length down her fucking throat. Leaning my forearms and hands on the wall above the headboard, I groaned, my own eyes closing.

  “Your fucking mouth, Maci. Goddamn.”

  She hummed around my length, jerking
my dick in her mouth. Her throat tightened around me as she swallowed.

  Little witch could take me to the edge faster than my own fucking hand.

  I pulled away after a few easy thrusts, her mouth popping off me, her ass grinding into my mattress.

  Needing to cool the fuck down, I lowered onto my belly between her spread thighs, palming her squirming ass. “No coming until I say so,” I murmured against her clit.

  Maci whimpered, and I flicked my tongue over the tight bundle of nerves at the top of her soft folds.

  “G-God.” She gasped as I flicked again. Her limbs trembled hard enough the headboard shook, and inwardly, I grinned.

  I shoved my tongue into her cunt as far as I could.

  Back arching, she let out another gasp. “Fuck, Digger … I’m going to come.”

  I backed off and blew over her soaked cunt while rubbing one thumb around her quivering hole and down to her puckered one. Plenty slickened with her juices, I pressed my thumb into her ass. She groaned.

  “I’m going to fuck your ass,” I murmured against her clit while working my thumb in deeper.

  Little whimpers of need brushed past her lips as I pulled away to grab a condom and the lube off the bed stand.

  She watched my every move, her lips parted, pupils dilated, that haze still in her eyes. Rather than watch me roll the rubber on, she stared into my eyes. Normally, such study unnerved me, but rather than the usual insecurity thoughts she studied me to find fault, my chest fluttered. Anticipation? Arousal? Whatever the feelings were, I fucking loved it.

  A squirt of lube, and I palmed my dick, getting myself good and slick for her. Another on my other hand’s fingers, and I readied her for me, using two in a scissor action to stretch her tight hole.

  “You’re going to be a good little girl and take every inch of my cock,” I told her, replacing my fingers with my throbbing dick head.

  Maci jerked her head up and down, lower lip between her teeth again.

  I pushed in a few inches with the first thrust, enough to make her gasp and arch. She didn’t tell me to stop or complain, so I pulled out and shoved back in again, gaining ground. I watched myself on the third, her rosebud stretched around my girth, pulling me in deeper.