Colt: Devil's Nightmare MC: Book 10

by Lena Bourne

  I lay back and sink right into the lake of pleasure he’s opened up beneath me. He’s done this before, and he’s so good at it. I couldn’t be happier.

  Soon I’m moaning loud enough to be heard in the next room, but I don’t care about that. Or about who sees us through the un-curtained window that looks out onto the parking lot. The whole world’s a blur of light and dark, amber and white light swirling in the darkness like caramel and milk in chocolate. All I care about, all I need is more of this pleasure his tongue is giving me, all this overdue pleasure that I’ve never gotten before. Sweet, chiming bliss is swirling all through my body as his mouth works on my clit, my very blood singing with the pleasure he’s giving me. Pleasure so far removed from anything I’ve ever experienced in this world, waking or asleep, I don’t even know if I’m really here.

  But I am. I so gloriously am and I know it as the song of pleasure, the chiming of bliss explodes into an orgasm the likes of which I’ve never even come close to. My moans do turn into a scream then, but I hardly hear it, I feel it, along with the burning pulsing off too much goodness, bliss too strong for my body to contain. It flows out into the lake I’m floating on, taking me under, pulling me down into the heart of all bliss.

  When I come back to the room, to reality, he’s grinning at me, and stroking my pussy gently, sending small, soft spikes of pleasure everywhere.

  “That was something else,” I whisper and pull his head down for a kiss. I taste myself on his lips, taste the pleasure he’s given me, and more. Taste all I’ve been missing until now.

  This time he does climb on top of me, his weight wonderfully solid against me, his wide cock pulsing against my clit, keeping time to the spikes of pleasure already multiplying into a river inside me.

  I gasp as he pushes his cock into me, opening me wide, hitting those sources of all bliss inside me all at once. My moans and whimpers are stifled with the deep kiss we’re still sharing as he starts thrusting into me, going deeper and deeper, find yet more tiny sources of pleasure deep inside me, spots no one’s quite hit before now. Not so well, not so completely. Intense, searing hot pleasure is building inside me, stoked higher and higher, reaching a bubbling crescendo of bliss as he breaks away from our kiss, spreads my knees wide, and gives me all of his cock in long, fast thrusts, each taking my breath.

  He picks up the pace, giving me no time to catch my breath between the stabs of pleasure as his cock fills me activating all there is to activate, until my whole pussy, no, my whole body is just one large button of pleasure that he can hit so well, press so perfectly.

  The nails of my left hand are digging into his hips as I urge him on, pull him into me, while at the same time, the palm of my right hand pushes back against his stomach, because it’s already too much, too deep, too fast.

  The world is spinning around me, a blur of colors, gold, silver, and black. An orgasm explodes, colors and sound popping, my blood thick with nothing but good and right. He keeps thrusting, giving me no rest, no time to enjoy the orgasm before the next one hits, shattering the first into smoking bits of bliss, melting into this next one, making it more than the sum. And still, he keeps going, keeps thrusting, keeps giving me more pleasure than I can take.

  I try to plead that I can’t take any more, but my voice is gone, along with my ability to breathe, to see, to feel anything but this intense pleasure his cock is waking inside me. As the third orgasm hits, explodes, shatters through the first two, and erupts like a volcano of searing hot bliss, I close my eyes and let the river take me to the home of all pleasure. A place I’ve never been to. But I always wanted to visit. As I surrender to it, I feel this pleasure everywhere. I am this pleasure.

  Colt

  The dream I was having becomes a reality as I wake up and reach out with my eyes still closed to feel Brenda’s ass. We left the sheets so crumpled up I’m lying more on the mattress than the sheet, and I have no pillow. Outside the light is blinding and the curtains are drawn, the shades up. We’re both naked and uncovered. I balance on my elbow to retrieve the covers from the floor. I manage to get the sheet, not the comforter, but it’s better than everyone passing by getting a good look at Brenda’s ass. Or my cock, for that matter. It’s sore like I spent the whole weekend fucking, not just one night. How many times was it? Five? Six? I want to wake her up for number seven and yes, I’m all up for making a weekend of it.

  She’s just as wicked in bed as her sharp eyes and tongue suggested. Passionate doesn’t begin to describe it. Wild comes close, but doesn’t do her justice. Perfect. Yeah, I’d go with perfect.

  Shit! It’s bright daylight outside!

  I sit up bolt upright, the room spinning before my eyes, my vision turning black before the light once again penetrates.

  I’m supposed to be the fucking relay man.

  I’m practically praying as I scramble out of bed and feel around the mess of pillows, sheets, and comforter we made on the floor for my jacket and my phone.

  I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than when I see I only have two texts from Blaze. In the first he asked where I am, the other just said, Never mind, I already know.

  “What’s going on?” Brenda asks groggily.

  “I was just checking something,” I say and toss the phone back into the mess on the floor. Then I go to her, cover her with my body, and give her the best morning-after kiss I’ve ever shared with anyone. I’m ready for number seven. A few minutes of kisses later, she is too. I really should’ve closed the curtains, but it’s a distant thought, riding on the very edges of her moan as I enter her.

  My cock fits her like a hand in a glove, and after a few strokes, a few more of her moans so deep I can feel them in my balls, nothing but the pure pleasure of having her, taking her, making her mine enters my mind.

  She opens like a flower in the morning for me, each time more beautiful, more fragrant, more alive. A weekend with her would never be enough. Nor would a lifetime. I don’t think it, I know it. The words are plain in the sensations coursing with the oxygen in my blood, growing louder with each thrust of my cock. She comes, writhing beneath me, her moans silent yet so loud I hear them in every cell of my body.

  So I let go too, lose all awareness but the knowledge that this woman’s pussy is the best I’ve ever had.

  Brenda

  My whole body, from the skin downwards, is tingling and chiming with the echoes of the orgasms we shared. I’ve never come so many times, so close together. Never got lost in a guy and the pleasure he was giving me so completely, never had a guy get lost in me so well and so totally.

  I’m covered with just a thin sheet, the surface of the mattress rough against my tingling skin. I reach for Colt, but his side of the bed is empty and cold. Colt’s gone. Just like I knew he would be.

  And just like that, the light coming in through the uncurtained window isn’t soft, white, and dreamlike, but piercing, and all my happy memories of last night start curdling in my mind, going bad fast.

  I wrap the sheet around myself and go to the window to pull the curtain closed. No one needs to see the aftermath of what I thought was the start of something perfect, only to have it go up in a puff of smoke with the rising of the sun.

  The pimply receptionist kid is standing by the door to the reception room, and he locks eyes with me as I reach for the curtain. I know he saw a lot of what went on in our room last night, I just know it, but I’d prefer not to think about that. I’d prefer not to think of anything. Maybe I’ll be able to sleep through the rest of the regret for not listening to the logical part of my brain that told me not to fuck Colt last night, but instead string him along until I get what I need from him too.

  But I needed the pleasure and orgasms he gave me. I needed them badly. And I need more.

  “Good morning,” he says behind my back, startling me so bad I shake.

  He’s standing in front of the bathroom, wearing his jeans and no shirt, and the distance between his naked skin and mine seems too great, too vast. />
  “I thought you left,” I say instead of going to him, deciding that I best have more restraint from now on. I don’t want to lose my mind prematurely. He might not have left without saying anything, but he is in the process of leaving without me.

  He tosses the towel he was using to dry his hair on the bathroom floor and walks towards me.

  He lays his hands on my arms but doesn’t pull me in for a kiss like I expected him to, which unbalances me since I was ready to melt into his body.

  “I wouldn’t just leave,” he tells me, his eyes fixed on mine and telling me he’s speaking the truth. “But I do gotta go now.”

  “Why?” I coo. “We had such a great time last night and I’m ready for more. Maybe even a trip out of this hellhole town.”

  He grins, and I love the way his lips swirl up at the edges. I also love the way his eyes light up when he smiles. Maybe he’s too good for me. Maybe I don’t deserve a guy who can smile this openly.

  What the fuck am I thinking?

  “I wish we could,” he says.

  “Why can’t we?” I ask to interrupt the But… part of that sentence, which I know is coming and which I know I won’t like.

  “I’m here on a job with my MC and I’m not supposed to run around on my own,” he says. “I also fucked up bad on the night I got you away from the Sinners, so I gotta be on my best behavior.”

  “You think it was a mistake coming to get me?” I’m purposefully misunderstanding what he said, and I feel bad about it, but it’s best I get to the real, hard truth of what he’s trying to tell me right now. I know he’s just letting me down easy. I know he’s trying to tell me we’ll never see each other again. Why would he want to? I already fucked him.

  My question kinda stunned him for a second, but then he shakes his head, grins again, and embraces me. His hair is still dripping wet and the droplets of water hitting my burning skin practically hiss.

  “No, I don’t think that was a mistake. I think it was the best thing I did all year, maybe all decade,” he says, speaking the words into my ear and making me shiver. “But it wasn’t sanctioned, and now I gotta make up for it. I’ll visit you as often as I can,” he adds. “If you choose to wait for me here.”

  “What? Here at the motel?” I ask. “Just wait for you? For how long?”

  Why am I being like this? Of course I’ll wait. But I know why. I think he could be lying, could just be spinning me a tale so I won’t…won’t what? I’m free to go. We made no promises to each other.

  “A week, maybe less,” he says. “I hope.”

  He tenses up as he says that last, and now I know why. He thinks I won’t want to wait that long. But I gotta be sure…

  I lean back in his arms so I can look him in the eyes, grinning now too. “Is that what you want? For me to wait for you?”

  He smiles and nods at the same time. “More than anything.”

  “Wow, that’s a lot,” I say, my grin turning into a softer smile.

  “Yeah, I want you a lot,” he says, with not even a thread of being offended in his voice or on his face. Most of the guys I’ve been with would sooner smack me than show even a hint of vulnerability, and they’d certainly smack me if I tried to make light of it when they talked about their feelings.

  This guy is so different from anyone I’ve ever met. Can he be for real?

  “But you already had me,” I say.

  His grin turns very satisfied. “That’s how I know. So?”

  I just look into his eyes without answering. They’re hazel-brown with swirls of deep, forest green, ever-changing, ever beautiful.

  “Yes, I’ll wait for you,” I say, the words coming from somewhere very deep inside me.

  “Good,” he says and kisses me deeply, wildly, kind of shattering the ethereal, magical, timeless moment we just shared, but kind of making it more real at the same time.

  And I don’t quite recover from the kiss until the door has been closed behind him for at least five minutes. I really, truly hope that wasn’t just him fucking with my head. Some guys will say things like that, things they don’t mean, just for laughs.

  11

  Colt

  I got a text to return to HQ while Brenda was still sleeping. Good thing I was just dozing and running my fingers along the soft skin of her back and ass and thighs. She has perfect skin, white as milk and soft like cream. Her hair is soft too, and lush, thick but not coarse. And her eyes. Damn, but one real look from her eyes, the real kind of look, the one that comes from the soul, the kind that’s both pure and honest, yet wicked and wild at the same, that just gets me completely lost like I’m floating amid the stars in space.

  Leaving her this morning was hard. I was fifteen minutes out before the suction-like force yanking me back to that motel room finally abated.

  I’m very afraid that whatever the fuck went wrong on the job last night will bring tighter rules and less of a chance to see her again soon.

  The tension is palpable in the thick midday day heat over the dried field surrounding the compound. There are too many bikes to count outside under the tarp. They’re crowded together and I barely find enough room for mine in the shade.

  I guess that’s a good sign. It means most of my brothers got out all right last night.

  No one’s outside the bunker, but about twenty brothers are in the large cavernous room just inside the front door. Some are bandaged up.

  They all look up as I enter, and I raise my hand in greeting, scanning the room for Blaze. He’ll know what’s going on, he always does.

  I find him exiting the room that acts as our kitchen, carrying a bottle of water.

  “What happened last night?” I ask.

  He looks at me, then averts his eyes. “We lost Mitch.”

  Such a simple sentence, but it lands like a ton of bricks on my shoulders. Mitch and his best friend Joe joined about a year ago. Both were younger than me and Blaze, they were so young they didn’t even have road names yet.

  “What a fucking waste,” I say, exhaling sharply. “How’s Joe taking it?”

  “He took some shrapnel in the arm and leg. Doc’s taking care of him,” Blaze says.

  “Good. Doc knows his stuff,” I say, meaning more than just taking care of Joe’s physical injuries. Doc is known as being the MC’s shrink of sorts too. If you got any type of problem, you go see Doc.

  Blaze nods and stands aside so I can enter the food room, but I’m not hungry anymore. Or thirsty. Or anything. Though I could use a stiff drink, or five.

  “I’m going for a smoke,” Blaze tells me, and I follow him to the end of the hallway where we’ve set up a smoking room for the times of day when it’s just too hot outside. Though I prefer to smoke and in the heat and fresh air and not this airless, smoky cell.

  Maverick and Eagle are already in there, each in his own corner, obscured by a sheet of purplish-grey smoke. Me and Blaze stay by the door.

  “So what the fuck went wrong?” I ask after smoking about half a cigarette in silence, trying to find some normality in my brain again. It could’ve been me or Blaze, it could’ve been any one of us. Mitch didn’t deserve to die, he was too young. None of us should ever die. It’s such a waste.

  “The Knights went in all kamikaze-like,” Eagle scoffs, answering my question. “There was no reasoning with them. It’s like once they got the go-ahead to make their move against the Sinners, they just went wild.”

  “I betcha they figured they were invincible with us as their backup,” Maverick puts in venomously. “Fucking idiots. They were so set on their plan with the bombs, we figured they at least knew what they were doing. Not so much.”

  “Cross better come down on them hard, that’s all I’m gonna say,” Eagle says, sounding like he’s got a lot more than that to say.

  I still don’t know what happened, but I know that the charged, angry air in this room won’t brook any stupid or too pointed questions right now. Clearly, these guys were right there when it happened and saw everything.
I give Blaze a questioning look, which he interprets correctly.

  “The job was real simple, as you know,” Blaze says. “We’d wait for everyone to go to sleep, then set the bombs, which were to go off later in the night. But once word got out that cops were approaching, Cross called for a retreat. Some of them did retreat, but one group wouldn’t leave without setting their bomb off. Unfortunately, Mitch and Joe were with them, and by the looks of things they weren’t told what was about to happen.”

  “Those goddam assholes,” Eagle interjects, tossing his cigarette butt in the ground and stomping it out.

  “Joe kept saying, they never told us, over and over again,” Blaze says. “He dragged Mitch’s body away from the burning building after the blast, but there was nothing we could do for him.”

  “Half his body was gone,” Eagle says, making me shudder as I imagine it.

  “What’s gonna happen now?” I ask, my voice embarrassingly high-pitched. But the death of a brother will do that to you, I guess.

  “Cross is livid, I can tell you that much,” Maverick says. “But he hasn’t issued any orders.”

  “That blast must’ve taken out at least fifty of the Sinners,” Eagle says. “That’s how many were in the bar when the bomb went off, and there’s nothing left of that building.”

  “I fucking hate bombs,” I say.

  Eagle nods. “We should’ve just gone in and done it our way. Now I don’t know if we’ll be able to complete this job at all anytime soon.”

  “And where the fuck did those cops come from, anyway?” Maverick asks.

  I shrug with the rest of them. Maybe Cross has that answer. I hope he does.

  I was in such high spirits riding in here, happier and more content than I remember being in a very long time. Or ever. But now all that’s washed away by the news of Mitch’s death and the total failure of this job.