Blended with Pain: Notorious Devils (Cash Bar Book 4)

by Hayley Faiman

  A shiver rolls through me at the thought, at the idea. Although I know how expensive it is out in the real world, they don’t have a bad gig. I know women who have had sex for a lot less in return. I bite my bottom lip, an idea passing through my head.

  “Is this what will happen to me when you’re finished with me? When you’re bored, or done, or whatever?” I ask.

  Something dark flashes across his face. His lips turn up, twisting into something snarling and ugly. “The. Fuck?” he rasps.

  “It’s a legitimate question, Ace,” I mutter.

  He lowers his face, his angry gaze inches from me. “Don’t need to whore you out. Got plenty of snatch at the clubhouse, or from anyone in town I want to lay. I would have fucked you and left you in Texas if all I wanted was a piece of ass, Carson. I damn sure wouldn’t have put you on the back of my bike to bring your ass all the way up to Canada. I also wouldn’t have let you bring your tagalong friend,” he snarls.

  Lifting my hand without thinking, I slap him across the face. He doesn’t move, other than a muscle jumping in his cheek. His eyes ignite, burning hot behind his blue orbs. “Touch me again like that and I’ll make a goddamn example out of you, Carson. Swear to Christ, you’re on my last fucking nerve,” he growls.

  “You’re an asshole,” I hiss, my false bravado wavering. I can’t believe I hit him. My hand stings, and he’s pissed, so I know that I did, but I can’t believe it.

  Slowly, his lips shift and a cocky smirk appears on his lips. “Yeah, Sweet Pea, I know I’m a fucking asshole. Now be a good girl and give me a kiss, or I’ll spank your ass right here for that little scene you made.”

  He’s serious. He’s dead fucking serious. I glance from side to side without moving my head, noticing that there are a few people looking in our direction. Rising to my toes, I lift my hand and wrap my fingers around the back of his neck.

  “I’m still pissed off,” I breathe.

  Ace grunts, but makes no other noise, or move to touch me. Pressing my mouth against his, I kiss him. He parts his lips slightly and I take it as my invitation to slide my tongue inside of his waiting mouth. He makes a noise in the back of his throat as I taste him, swirling my tongue around and letting his taste consume me.

  His hands finally move, wrapping around my ass before he picks me up. I hear a couple hoots and hollers in the background as he walks with me in his arms, my feet dangling in the air, our mouths connected.

  Lifting my legs, I wrap them around his waist. His hands move to my thighs and he moves a little faster. I can feel his hard length against my center and I can’t help but whimper at the sensation. I should be angry, I shouldn’t be turned on, but I am. I slapped him, then he made me kiss him. He was so angry, and I’m so turned on it’s beyond anything I’ve ever felt before, and I can’t wait to see what happens next.

  KEYS

  ONCE WE’RE in the hall, I press Carson’s back against the wall, my lips crashing against hers. The bitch hit me, slapped me across the face with the entire Henderson chapter watching. I should return the favor, put her in her goddamn place. I don’t, I can’t, it’s too goddamn sexy. No woman has ever even attempted to raise her voice at me, let alone her hand. Granted, she won’t do it again, but fuck it was hot seeing that fire in her eyes, that raw determination.

  Rolling my hips, I swallow her gasp as my hard cock presses against her sweet clit. I know she’s wet, she has to be, especially with the way she’s meeting my hips with her own thrusts. Breaking the kiss, I nip her bottom lip, then take a step back.

  Turning toward our room, I stumble inside, kicking the door closed behind me. Walking her over to the bed, I crawl across it, laying her down on her back. Kissing down her neck, I work her jeans open, shoving my hand down beneath her panties.

  When I come into contact with her pussy, I freeze. “What the?” I ask, lifting my head to look down. “Where’re your panties?”

  She sighs, then lets out a sweet little laugh, like I’m the crazy one. Not her, whose shirt goes all the way down and covers her cunt. “It’s a bodysuit, Ace. You just unsnap at the middle.”

  Glancing up at her face, I see her cheeks are tinted pink with embarrassment. “I have to see this,” I mutter.

  Using both of my hands, I tug her jeans down. I slide off of the bed, pulling her shoes off then finishing with her pants until she’s wearing only the bodysuit. Her hands cover her face in embarrassment and she’s laughing, giggling actually. Dropping her jeans to the floor, I watch her for just a moment. I can’t remember the last time I laughed with a woman, any woman, but especially a woman I was attracted to.

  “Spread your pretty legs, Sweet Pea,” I order.

  Her belly moves with her laugh as her legs widen. My eyes travel down between her thighs, her laughter slowly dying as I stare at her, all of her. She’s fucking breathtaking. I wasn’t able to look at her last time. I wasn’t able to see this part of her. Fuck.

  “Ace,” she breathes.

  Reaching between her thighs, I hook my fingers at the center of her bodysuit, pulling. It snaps open, revealing her bare pussy. “No panties.” I point out again, lifting my gaze from her wet, pink center to her face.

  She shakes her head. “Can’t really wear them with this,” she shrugs.

  I watch as she chews on the corner of her lip, obviously nervous. Using my finger, I slide it through her center, my eyes staying on hers. Her head falls to the mattress, her back arches and she makes a whimpering sound. It’s fucking beautiful. Goddamn gorgeous.

  “This thing is ridiculous, you know that, right?” I ask, swirling my finger around her clit.

  She sighs, her thighs falling farther apart, relaxing and widening, waiting for me. Trust. She’s trusting me. Any other bitch, she’d know the score, but this is Carson. This isn’t just some whore. This is different.

  Pulling a condom out of my pocket, I open it with my teeth before shoving my pants down my legs and sheathing myself. Stepping out of my jeans and boots, I pull my shirt off tossing it somewhere in the room. Crawling up the bed, I grab ahold of the silly bodysuit and peel it up her body.

  Once the suit is off, Carson lays beneath me, her legs spread and the rest of her body completely naked. Fuck she’s beautiful. She’s long and lean, only slight curves on her body and her tits are just a handful, but enough for me. She looks better than I ever imagined. She looks better than I deserve. Yet, I’m going to take her anyway.

  Rubbing the head of my dick along her seam, I groan at the feeling of her wet heat. I imagine what it would feel like without the fucking condom, grinding my teeth together. I decide as soon as we’re done, that discussion will be happening. If I’m going to be committed to her the way she wants, I won’t wear a goddamn rubber. Never again with her.

  “Ace, God. Please,” she pleads, lifting her hips. She’s tipsy and so fucking sweet.

  I grin, slipping the head of my dick inside of her. I can feel her pussy clench, an attempt to suck me in and I let out my own moan. Grinding my teeth together, I sink farther inside of her, not stopping until I’ve filled her completely. I close my eyes, feeling the way she wraps around me. She’s goddamn tight, I was right when I assumed she’d be the tightest cunt I’ve ever been inside of—hers is just that.

  “Holy shit,” she breathes.

  My eyes slowly open, and I look down at her with a smirk. Lowering my face, I brush my lips across hers. “You feel good, Sweet Pea,” I lie. She doesn’t feel good. She feels out of this goddamn fucking world—amazing.

  Lifting up on my knees, I don’t pound into her like I would if she were just some whore. I move one of my hands behind her head, cradling her there as I lift onto my knees. “I’ve never been gentle,” I admit, feeling like a fucking pussy.

  “Never?” she breathes.

  I shake my head, unsure of what to say. Carson lifts her hand, cupping my cheek with it. Her cool fingers balm my rusty soul. “How about you don’t start now,” she challenges.

  My eyes widen. �
��Babe. Seriously, I’ll hurt you,” I warn.

  She props herself up on her elbows, her eyelids lowered and sexy as fuck as she looks at me through her goddamn long ass lashes. “Fuck me, Ace. Fuck me like you mean it.” She grins, lifting her legs, causing me to fall a bit deeper into her.

  Letting out a groan, wrapping my hands around her waist, my long fingers almost touching with how tiny she is. “Yeah, Sweet Pea. Okay. Hold the fuck on,” I warn.

  I hold her still, my grip firm around her waist and I fuck her. I grind my pelvis against her clit with each downstroke, relishing in the hitch of her breath each and every goddamn time. She falls back against the mattress her tits moving with each pump of my hips.

  Biting my bottom lip, I tilt my head down to watch as my cock slides in and out of her tight heat. Her pussy has coated my dick with her wetness and it’s one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever laid eyes on. I don’t want to look away.

  One of her hands wraps around the side of my neck. Her hips lifting off of the bed, our bodies meeting thrust for thrust. She doesn’t cry out in pain, not like I expect as I slam into her body. Her pussy gets wetter and wetter with each glide in and out of her. Fucking shit, I’m not going to last. It’s too much.

  Releasing my grip on her waist, I slip one of my hands between us and I touch her clit. I rub, flick, and pinch. Trying with all of my might to bring her to release before I lose my load in the tip of this goddamn condom.

  “Yes, oh God, yes,” she breathes and then it happens. Her incredibly tight cunt grows even tighter as she comes. My own climax is pulled from my body without warning. I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. Swear to fuck, I see goddamn stars.

  I’ve never, not ever, climaxed at the same time as someone else. Usually, I come, maybe help her out a little and pull out. Then send the bitch on her merry way, but this, with Carson.

  Fucking shit.

  Fucking goddamn shit.

  Looking down at her, I study her face, my heart pounding against my chest.

  What in the fuck just happened?

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CARSON

  ACE LEAVES. I mean he only walks to the bathroom, but the way he closes the door behind him, it’s obvious he doesn’t want company. Crawling beneath the sheets, I pull them up to cover my naked body quickly.

  There is definitely something up with him.

  I watched him come, he looked absolutely breathtaking, and then something else crossed his face, something that I can only describe as panic. Almost terror like. Once that look became almost frozen on his face, he stood and rushed to the bathroom, closing himself inside.

  Picking at the corner of the sheet, my eyes watching the bathroom door, waiting for him to bust through. He doesn’t. I keep watching, afraid to even blink. This is bad. So, so bad. I knew it was a mistake. I knew karma would bite me in the ass, I just didn’t think the bitch would be so damn quick about it.

  Finally, the door flies open, and Ace stands there. His eyes look directly at me, an unreadable expression on his face. As much as I want to trail my gaze down to his very naked body, I don’t. I’m frozen, watching him, looking at him—waiting for him.

  His eyes flick down to my sheet covered chest, and then back up to mine. “Next time we fuck, no condom. You on the pill?” he barks.

  I jump, frowning. “I am,” I stupidly admit. “When were you last tested? I’m assuming you’re not a saint, especially the way you talked to me earlier,” I ask, lifting a brow.

  His lips turn up into a smirk, but it isn’t warm or kind looking, in fact, he looks like a smart ass. Then he speaks, and it’s confirmed. “Tested six months ago. Some bitch at the clubhouse in North Dakota got chlamydia and was spreading that shit around to all the brothers. Lucky for me, I didn’t fuck her, but I still got tested.”

  A shiver of disgust rolls through my entire body. “Did you have it?” I whisper.

  He shakes his head once. “Not that it’s any of your business, because it ain’t. But no, Sweet Pea, I didn’t have it,” he says, in almost a sneer.

  “Why are you being so awful?” I chance asking him.

  He shrugs, closing the distance between us. I expect him to go in search for his clothes and storm out of the room. Especially with the asshole mood he’s throwing at me, but he doesn’t. He crawls from the bottom of the bed until he’s directly in front of me. His hand fists the sheet that I’m clutching, and he tugs it down.

  “This is me, Sweet Pea. I am awful. Get used to that shit,” he grins.

  Shaking my head, I lift my hand and cup his cheek. “No, it isn’t, I saw you. When you were inside of me, worried you were going to hurt me. That was you, Ace. This asshole is Keys, and I don’t like him very much.”

  His eyes darken a touch, he reaches for my waist and he pulls me down the bed until my head lands on the pillow. Then he covers me with his body, “Carson. You have to take that nice guy in the rare moments he appears, although he doesn’t stick around for long. You have to take the asshole too, unfortunately, he’s around more often. You have to take us both, Ace and Keys.”

  I frown, lifting my head off of the pillow I press my lips against his. “Who fucked me, Ace?”

  “A little of both of us. I wasn’t as rough as I will be in the future. But, Sweet Pea we both fucked you.”

  The way he says it sounds so erotic, like two men actually fucked me. A slow smile appears on his lips when I don’t speak right away, when it’s obvious I’m thinking about two men fucking me. “Don’t even think about it. I’m not letting some other dude fuck you, even if I’m an active participant.”

  “But you would let another girl?” I ask, arching a brow.

  He snorts. “Carson, they’d take my dick away if I said I wouldn’t like that. Do I need it? No. Would I turn it down? Hell no.”

  “You’re a jerk,” I inform him, shaking my head.

  Ace brushes his lips across mine, then kisses over to my ear. His warm breath washes over me and my pussy clenches, obviously ready for round two.

  I think about the guy I dated briefly before Axe was born, Levi. He didn’t make me feel half as good as Ace does. Even if he was a hell of a lot nicer than Ace is.

  “Yeah. I am, Carson. You’ll get used to it. You’ll get used to this life—the life. You’ll be my good girl, won’t you?”

  I want to tell him no. I want to tell him to fuck himself. I don’t do either. My body is leading this little dance, and it wants him inside of me again. I lick my lips, imagining how it’s going to feel when he slides into me bare. I’ve never had sex without a condom before, so I’m extremely curious to know how it feels, I’m excited even.

  “I don’t know, what you mean by good,” I lie.

  Biting my bottom lip, he smiles. “You know what it means, Sweet Pea. You’ll be that for me,” he says with a nod.

  His mouth presses against mine, his tongue tasting my lips. Opening my mouth, I let him inside. I let him take over, I let him fucking own me. I’m weak, and it will all come back around to bite me in the ass, but right now with his mouth on mine, I don’t care.

  He tugs the sheet off of my body, my legs automatically spreading open. I let out a long moan when his length presses against my center. He feels smooth, warm, and hard as steel against my still wet pussy.

  “Ace,” I sigh. He swallows my breaths, it feels almost as if he could swallow me.

  He doesn’t break the kiss, he doesn’t even warn, he thrusts his hips until he’s completely seated inside of me in one swift move. Ripping my lips from his, I cry out. Ace stretches me, almost to the point of pain, the delicious sweet pain. It feels amazing. My body yearns for him to move, but my fingernails dig into the skin at his sides, begging him to stay, begging to feel him inside of me, filling me.

  “I’ve never, it’s never,” I rasp.

  My eyes open slowly, and his blue ones meet mine. They’re fucking smoldering and he looks down at me, in what I can only describe as awe. “No, Carson it hasn’t ever. Yo
u’re mine now, all of you. Had a taste earlier, didn’t believe it could be fucking true, but goddamn.”

  I don’t quite understand his words, but it doesn’t matter. He starts to move, and all coherent thought escapes my mind. I lift my hips, meeting his punishing hard thrusts one-for-one relishing in the sting of pain with each downward stroke.

  My body tightens up, almost immediately, my climax taking over, surprising the absolute shit out of me. It must surprise Ace too, he plants himself deep and a roar erupts that shakes the fucking walls.

  I expect him to pull out of me and storm off to the bathroom again, but he doesn’t. He stays planted deep and he buries his face in my neck. I feel his lips touch me, lick and suck. “Mine, Carson. All fucking mine.”

  I don’t finish his sentence for him. I don’t say—for now. It’s too real, too true. I would rather live in denial, at least for a little while.

  KEYS

  CARSON LIES against my chest as I comb my fingers through her incredibly long hair. I envision being able to wrap my fist around it while I use my grip to move her mouth along my cock. I’ll be able to wrap my hand around at least four times. The thought causes my dick to jump beneath the sheet that I have pulled up to my waist.

  She moans, moving even closer to me. Her soft tits press against my chest and I bite back my own groan. I could fuck her again, easily. She looks tired though, exhausted even. And tomorrow starts another long day of riding. We have to head up to Big Sky, Montana. It’s eleven hours away from where we are now. Another long fucking day and every day will be the same until we’re home.

  There’s a light knock on my door and I frown. Sliding from beneath Carson’s warm body, with quick strides I open the door, dick swinging. It’s Hoss on the other side. My frown stays in place as I wonder exactly what time it is.

  “My boy started talking to me as soon as I walked into his room. Emergency Church, right now. You guys can leave at first light for Big Sky,” he rumbles.