by A P Foote
“Hell, just going to lunch with you was putting a target on yours and my fucking head. So, don’t come in here acting like someone’s daddy telling me to stop. Now, get the fuck out and don’t come back.”
There, I said it. Part of me wants him to do just that, leave and not come back. The other half wants him in every way imaginable. He’s like two fucking different people, before now he was sweet and caring, truly interested in me and my life. No one has ever been that way toward me except Dad, but that’s a father. Cass, I thought he was different from the rest of the people in this town; turns out I was wrong.
I hold back the tears threatening to spill but it’s less sadness and more anger, maybe even a mixture of both.
Cass coldly smiles backing away from me, then looks behind me at his brother who, the whole time I’ve been standing here, has had a finger looped through my back belt-loop.
Cass gives me his back walking past the other man. “Camden, take Dalton home.”
“I’m not leaving Kat drunk here.” Dalton jumps to my defense. “I’ll stay until she’s good. Besides, my bike’s here.”
“I’ll take your bike and Camden will take you home. Now. This isn’t up for debate.”
I pivot around to face Dalton. “It’s fine, you go. I’m just gonna crash in my office.”
Dragging in a long breath, he lets it out slowly. I feel he wants to say something but is holding back because of his brother and aqua eyes, who I now knows name is Camden. Reaching up I rest my hand on his forearm giving it a light squeeze. Poor guy is defeated. I don’t understand why he’s letting Cass boss him around. He’s a grown ass man who can do whatever he wants. Unfortunately, I probably won’t get the chance to tell him after tonight; something tells me they won’t be back. Deep down I hope I’m wrong.
Dalton backs up. He won’t look me in the eyes, and I can’t blame him. He’s letting his brother drag him around by the balls. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” he says, brushing past me, leaving me stunned and hopeful. A few seconds later, the door chimes with their exit.
Finished cleaning up the bar I head to my office. I’ve never slept here before but there’s always a time for new things.
I snort looking around the cold, barren room. I never actually noticed how cold it really is. Looking at the empty walls, the spacious area from the lack of furniture, no wonder I’ve been so depressed. The fucking Nevada desert is more conditioned than me.
Christmas is coming up. I suppose I could bring some decorations from home and guzzy it up.
The front door chimes, and my muscles tense. The hairs stand on the back of my neck. I locked everything up, or at least I thought so. Still, no one should be here.
Pressing my body against the wall behind the door my hand firmly wraps around a bat sitting in the corner. The cool steel sobers me up. Not only that but the thought of an assault flushes away any trace of intoxication.
My breath catches, holding itself in as boots thud against the wood, growing louder with every nearing step. Then the thumping suddenly stops.
Why am I scared?
“Kat?”
“Clyde?” Relief washes through me, my breath steadying at his grizzly voice. I rush out from behind the door at the same time he swings the sheet of wood away from the wall.
“What the hell are you doing back there? Are you okay?” The genuine concern for me is thick in his tone.
The butterflies in my stomach flutter to life before I can pluck the wings off the unwanted sensation. Why was he so worried? And why do I care?
“I’m fine, I just thought… I thought someone was breaking in.” I follow his hand as it reaches into his back pocket. He pulls out a key, flashing it for me to see.
“Oh, how do you have a key?” I never gave him a key. I have so many questions but not enough brain function right now.
“Don’t worry about it.” He chuckles.
Okay I won’t, I’m not even sure I want to know really.
“So, what’s up?” I question him, shifting form foot to foot. He gives me a confused look, one that says, ‘are you fucking serious?’ I am very serious. We didn’t have a date and I told him to leave me alone.
“I went to your place; you weren’t there.”
“Yeah, I’ve been working,” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest, tapping my foot. His eyes stalk the motion before coming back to my face.
“That Cass’s bike in your back yard?” He raises a brow and takes the few steps to my desk, plopping that beautiful ass down on top of it. Fuck, what is wrong with me. “That’s what I thought.”
I openly roll my eyes; he seems discerned with my reaction. “What do you want, Clyde?”
It takes him a minute to answer the question, turning it over carefully in his head before he responds. “I want you,” he whispers, his gaze falling to the floor, before he raises it slowly.
My voice catches in my throat, sweat beading across my forehead. I can even feel the rapid thudding from my heart in my damn head. He has the saddest look on his face, his expression one of coming home to tell mommy someone kicked his puppy.
Placing one foot in front of the other I go to him. His legs are spread so I daringly step between them until my body is flush against his.
Leveling his face with mine, I dive both of my hands into his hair, gently gripping at the base of his skull. His gaudy, silver ring taps a melody against the desk.
Tilting his head to look at me he leans in, and I don’t fight him this time. No, this time I welcome it, and maybe it’s the alcohol controlling me, or maybe it’s just me.
My pulse vigorously pumps in my chest, the fire for him I’d forgotten a long time ago reigniting when he slides his hands to my lower back, pulling my shirt over my head with one hand and breaking our kiss for just a moment. Tossing the thin material on the ground his mouth connects again. His warm wet tongue gently glides against mine, my moans slipping into his mouth as I willingly kiss him back.
This is a different side of Clyde, not the fast and hard man I’ve always known it’s one I’ve never experienced before, one that makes me feel something more than just desire.
His hands move to my ass gently cupping each cheek before his fingers glide their way to the button in the front. The button breaks free from his fingers, his left-hand dipping into the front, palming my mound with urgency
“Clyde,” I moan between kisses, “I need you.”
He kisses me harder, more fevered than before without being too aggressive. His fingers slide in and out of my slick folds, occasionally dipping a digit farther in. He teases my clit, my body responding with spasms at the intense pleasure. It’s been so long since I’ve been intimate, if he plays with my cunt any further, I’m going to fucking come undone.
He breaks our passionate kiss, his mouth trailing down my neck and between my breasts, and he takes his time pulling each one from their cup. I brace myself on his shoulders; I’m afraid if I don’t, I’ll collapse on the floor like an idiot. As it is, you would think I was being touched for the first time.
“Oh, don’t stop.”
“Never.” He switches to its twin, ravaging my nipple. Tugging and pulling, biting hard enough to send pleasurable jolts of electricity down to my clit, sparking the need he wants.
He grips my belt loops tugging the jean material from the curve of my hips and letting them pool around my feet. I try kicking my boots off. Add being juiced up to my current situation and that makes one clumsy Kat. Embarrassingly enough I trip over my pants, plummeting to the ground with a thump. It’s funny as hell that I can’t manage to stay upright, and I laugh hysterically at the thought that eight months ago, it would have been Clyde throwing me to the ground instead.
He growls in frustration, and in his haste to snatch my boots off, my left one relents. With one He-Man tug, my boot flies off, pegging him right in the face.
“Fuck!”
“Ha, ha, ha.” I snort and lie back on the carpeted floor.
“It’s n
ot fucking funny, Kat.” He holds his nose, the big badass biker taken down by leather boots. This one should go in the books.
“Here let me see.” Sitting up I walk on my knees to him, grabbing his wrists and pulling them away from his face. “It doesn’t look bad, maybe a bruise later but that’s about it.”
I’m not sure what’s gotten into him, but I could get used to it. Clyde has one side and it’s a hard one. The fact that he’s here and being so… gentle… speaks volumes with me.
“Do I still look good? My nose isn’t sideways?” he self-consciously asks, poking around his face.
He’s so serious when he says that, the fit of giggles taking over my body is unprovoked. “Yes, you’re still pretty.” I pat his head and he reaches for me, grabbing my hips and bringing me down onto his lap. My legs rest on either side of his hips. “Woah.”
He smiles, dipping his head to my chest. His lips trace along my collarbone sending chills all over my body this time. Clyde climbs to his knees, still holding me against him, my legs wrapped around him, perfectly seated with nowhere to go.
Gently he lowers me to the ground before releasing my ass. Sitting up, he snags for the hem of his shirt, tugging it up over his head and discarding it with the rest of my clothes. His pants are next to come off. Gracefully he unbuckles his belt, and then his jeans, before shoving them down and kicking them off with his feet.
His body settles on top of mine, his mouth ravaging my neck, flicking the scars with his tongue that are forever branded there. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my fingers into the top of his back. He tenses, digging his thick, hard cock into me. “Take them off.”
I was wondering when he would demand it. In his haste to strip me he left my thong securely in place. I guess he thought I would still be walking around commando when I left.
I release him, peeling the thin, lacy, soaked material down my legs. His mouth finds mine again, teasing my lips with his tongue. The wet, warm muscle dives in and out, dancing with my own.
His hand moves between us, and I part my legs to give him better access to my sex. His fingers move around and between the folds, spreading my slick heat around. “You’re so wet for me.”
“Mm...”
“You want me inside you?” he breathes out, his voice deep and husky.
“Mm…”
He dips a finger into me, then another stretching me, prepping me for him. “God you’re tight, baby.”
“That feels amazing,” I groan, keeping my head from melting off my neck.
His fingers slide in and out, not in a jackhammer way but a slow, sensual, loving manner. I gasp after he rotates his fingers again bumping into the spot he found. I jump when he drags his finger over the sensitive area again and again.
“There it is,” he murmurs next to my ear. He continues the pace bumping that spot every time he pushes. He’s so in tune with my body it’s scary, but then again, he always has been. Even being an asshole, he always made sure I was taken care of in any way he could for me… as long as it benefited him.
Closing my eyes, I give in, tilting my head back onto the floor. Clyde glides his tongue down my neck, between my breasts, over my stomach, and stops at my mound. He closes his lips over the skin, taking it into his mouth and letting go with a pop.
“Ah,” I moan, digging my lower back into the floor.
My eyes are closed but I can feel exactly where he is. My senses are heightened, my sensitivity to touch being propelled by desire. His hot breath fans my pussy, the heat intensifying as he draws nearer. His tongue darts out flicking that little, sensitive nub left unprotected from him, and I jump again.
Sucking in a breath I hold it as his mouth quickly descends on my clit. The goosebumps return when his tongue flicks the little bud of nerves over and over with the most miniscule of movements. He laps at it, sucking it into his mouth occasionally. His fingers still glide in and out, not concentrating as much on the spot that drives me wild as he is in just pleasing me, which he’s doing a bang-up job at.
A small whine slips out when his fingers leave the shallow depths of my cunt, but just when I’m ready to protest he grips my thighs with his thick hands, adjusting them to the sides of his head where he buries his face into the seat of my legs, lapping my arousal up like a fucking sustenance starved animal.
“Fuck Clyde,” I pant, jerking, still entrapped between his lips. His upper body keeps my hips on the ground with his arms pinning my legs wide, fucking me with his tongue, his nose bumping into my clit. He’s never fucked me with his tongue before. It feels… pretty fucking good.
“More…” I breathe.
He growls in response, releasing me from his mouth, climbing my golden temple in search for his long-lost treasure, kissing me with passion, making sure I get a taste of myself.
Reaching between us he steadies his cock at its base, holding it in alignment with my opening. He rubs its slick head across my opening, up to my clit and back down again.
“Oh.”
“That feel good, baby? You want more?”
“Yes, please,” I moan, peering at him through hooded hazel eyes. He’s so fucking sexy. With his tight muscles rippling under his skin every time he moves, even the tattoos inked all over his arms and chest play me a movie while he fucks with me.
His black hair is disheveled and wet at his scalp, soaked from sweat. He’s holding back so damn much it’s making him perspire.
He breaks through my thin seal thrusting his cock into me, tightening his grip on my hips, pulling me to him as close as he can where there’s no space between us. We are as close as two people could possibly get right now.
His dick fills me, all ten inches of him, until he unknowingly bumps my cervix. He moans and I hiss as the worst cramp I’ve ever had forms.
“Sorry.”
“No, you’re not,” I retort.
That devious smile slips back into place, “You’re right.” He pulls completely out, making me think maybe he’s going to call it quits. If that’s the case I probably am going to have to put a bullet in his head.
As much as the thought of his brains being blown out twists my heart, he digs his fingers into me, pulling me an inch across the floor and thrusts his hips, his dick slamming into me with such force my back arches and I cry out in… pain? Pleasure?
A little bit of pain and a little bit of pleasure, but it’s hard to filter through the emotions I should be feeling when I’m under him. Hell, right now I couldn’t even tell you my name.
“Shit, you’re so fucking tight I don’t know if I’m gonna last.”
Oh, no he isn’t going to come already. “Let me ride you.”
He rolls onto his back, without protest and with his arms wrapped around me, and he settles me on top. He flashes me his pearly whites with a broad grin.
God, what that smile does to me. His teeth are perfectly straight, glowing against his tanned skin. Now, if he shaved that nasty beard on his face that’s overgrown, hiding those perfect lips, we’d be good.
Lifting up I wrap my hand around his shaft, guiding it to my opening. Ever so gently I lower myself down. I pause, letting myself adjust to his size before I’m able to settle against him, his dick safely seated inside me.
“Fuck me,” he demands, throwing his head back, popping it on the hard floor, but he ignores the pain, tilting his hips up, changing position for me to take him deeper.
“You’re fucking huge, give me a sec,” I complain. His tattooed hands splay across my stomach, palming everything they roam, making their way to my bra.
He reaches around popping the clasps, completely freeing my breasts this time, and grabs one, pulling it to his mouth. Lowering my body, I make it easier for him to take my nipple.
I moan into the air, rolling my hips against him, his dick sliding in and out, and the amount of arousal coming out of me is enough to produce a flash flood.
“Jesus, Clyde.” I run my fingers along the muscles in his side, using them for leverage. He mo
ans against my skin releasing one nipple for the other.
My hips roll over and over like a vicious ocean devouring sailors ships, forcing him to release my breasts, wrap a hand in my hair, pull my body tight against his, and smash my tits against his hard chest to bring my mouth to his. He kisses me wild, thrusting his hips up, over and over again, completely enthralled with hitting that magical spot every time.
His tongue moves in sync with my hips, and the pressure build inside me. I squeeze my eyes closed in an attempt to push the clouds away that fill my head from the euphoria his passion drives into me, but it’s no use. It’s too much—his hands all over me, his cock sliding in and out hitting that spot every goddamn time, his passionate loving kiss.
