Silver Bastard

by Joanna Wylde

  Some guy messed with my daughter like that, I’d kill him.

  That’s when it hit me. Someday I wanted to have kids, and in my head they looked like Becca. Why the hell was I still pissed at her, anyway? We’d both fucked up plenty over the years, yet I’d sat alone in the dark last night like a creeper—smoking—instead of accepting reality. What the hell was I waiting for?

  Fuck this shit.

  “Anything else?” Boonie asked. “I think we’re about done here.”

  “Hey, I’ve got something,” I said, the words surprising me.

  “What’s that?”

  “I’m claiming Becca Jones.”

  Boonie snorted.

  “Think you claimed her five years ago, dumbass,” Demon said. “This isn’t news.”

  “No, I mean I’m claiming her for real. Now. I’m done fucking around. Gonna make her my old lady.”

  “’Bout time,” Boonie said, all but rolling his eyes. “Any more moping around and I’ll shoot you myself. Anyone got a problem with Puck taking Becca?”

  I looked around the table, meeting my brothers’ eyes one by one. They damned well better not have a problem.

  “She knows how to keep her mouth shut,” Miner said. “Can handle herself when shit goes down. She’ll do fine.”

  The others nodded, and just like that I had an old lady.

  Supposed I should go tell her. Would she fight with me? Maybe a little, but that was okay. I’d always liked it rough.

  NINE

  BECCA

  Things are always better after a good night’s sleep, and last night I’d finally gotten one. I hadn’t rolled out of bed until early afternoon and still hadn’t showered.

  Fortunately the only job I had for the day was baking Earl’s pie. Teresa had been happy with the work I’d done the night before—happy enough that she put me on evenings, Tuesday through Saturday. Not the best schedule for my social life, but exactly what I needed to make money.

  Between that and school, Sunday was my only full day off and I planned to enjoy it.

  I’d just finished drinking my coffee when I heard the sound of Puck’s motorcycle out in the alley. The night before kept running through my mind. He’d never responded to my apology. Was he still mad? Did it matter? I’d already decided I didn’t want anything to do with him, so why should I even care?

  I totally cared.

  The bike died, and then I heard the sound of footsteps in the stairwell. Crap. It couldn’t be him. And if it was? What did he want? What should I say? Then he knocked on the door and I couldn’t think anymore at all. I stood slowly, wishing I’d bothered to comb my hair, or at the very least change out of my jammie pants.

  It doesn’t matter what you look like, I reminded myself firmly. You aren’t getting involved with him. Snap out of it.

  Easier said than done.

  I walked over to the door and unlocked it, opening it slowly. Puck stood outside, his face impossible to read. He looked good. Really good. He wore his standard uniform of faded jeans, leather boots, and T-shirt that exposed the partial sleeves of his tattoos. He had on his club colors, too, the dark leather and stark patches reminded me once again just how dangerous he was.

  “Puck,” I said. He stepped inside, eyes tracing my face. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, the way he pinned me down with his gaze. Definitely a predator sizing up his prey. Puck was handsome but never pretty and the scar crossing his face was brutal. His entire life was brutal. I knew better than to trust him, yet now that he stood before me, it took everything I had not to touch him. Hold him. Run my fingers through his hair to see if it was still as soft as I remembered it.

  He wanted the same thing from me, too. It raged through his eyes. Puck wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, then spoke my name in a hungry growl. “Becca.”

  Suddenly his mouth covered mine. My lips parted for his tongue as the world tilted beneath me. I felt his hand slide down the back of my jammies, burrowing deep to cup my ass. My arms went around his neck and any foolish doubts I had disappeared.

  This was exactly where I needed to be.

  My heart might not be ready for a real relationship with Puck, but my body was 100 percent on board with screwing him. Preferably right now, up against the wall. This was good, because I couldn’t have moved my head if I tried—his fingers held my hair too tight. His hardness pressed into me and when he started walking me backward toward my bedroom, it never occurred to me to protest.

  Nothing occurred to me, actually.

  Full brain shutdown.

  All I felt was him, all I wanted was him. In me, on me, surrounding me. The backs of my knees hit the bed and he pushed me down. Not gently. Nope. Puck covered me with his body, pulling back just enough to study my face. His eyes burned through my soul like coals.

  “You want out, say something now,” he gritted, pulling off his leather vest. I shook my head rapidly. He caught the edges of my pants, sliding his fingers inside and jerking them down my legs. Then his hands went to his belt and he ripped it loose. He opened his fly and there he was—fully erect and bigger than I remembered.

  I stared at him, mesmerized, licking my lips. Puck groaned.

  “Don’t look at me like that,” he growled. “I don’t want to hurt you, but you keep that shit up, I might.”

  Then he had a condom out and on, his cock pushing at the entrance to my body. It happened so fast. Was I ready for him? Would he tear me open, hurt me? My body stiffened.

  Puck didn’t even pause.

  His cock bottomed out in an instant, stretching and filling me as I gasped, a mixture of pain and pleasure so intense it was its own kind of pain. Then his body covered mine, his hips grinding into me hard, like he needed friction but didn’t want to risk pulling out even a little.

  Given how this pushed his pelvic bone into my clit, I wasn’t exactly complaining.

  “More,” I gasped, clutching at his biceps with my fingers. Puck slammed into me, shoving me down into my worn, springy mattress, grunting with every stroke as if his life hung in the balance. Mine certainly seemed to hang suspended, desperate for the release only he could give me. Desire and need and tension spiraled through me like wild lightning, carrying me toward the finish line faster than should’ve been possible.

  Puck caught my ankles, jerking them up onto his shoulders. The new angle changed everything, creating a leverage that sent him impossibly deeper into my body.

  “Touch yourself,” he demanded tightly. “Get yourself off while I’m fucking you. I own this body now—show me what it can do.”

  I obeyed breathlessly, rubbing my clit frantically. Never felt anything this good in my life. Puck’s eyes caught mine, holding my gaze captive as his cock tortured me. My orgasm hit with a rush and I screamed, body convulsing. He grinned savagely, then started pounding me so hard I knew walking might be a problem afterward.

  I didn’t care.

  Every stroke hit deep inside, my body flushed and sensitized until he felt twice his size. God in heaven . . . He’d said he owned me, and he did. My body recognized its master even if I didn’t. It wanted to please him, to obey and satisfy. Suddenly Puck came, body shuddering as I felt the throb of his cock deep within.

  His hand caught my hair again, tilting my head for another savage kiss as the last of his seed filled me.

  The sound of our panting filled the air.

  Eventually he pulled free, tugging off the condom as he lowered his body across mine. I sighed. I’d never felt anything like this—not even close. Not even when he’d gone down on me in California, making me come for the first time.

  “Nice,” he finally managed to say. “’Bout fucking time, too.”

  I didn’t respond, because what the hell does a girl say after something like that? “Thanks a bunch” doesn’t quite cover this kind of situation. Instead of speaking, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into my embrace. His weight covered me and we lay there, catching our breath.

  “That was unex
pected,” I finally said. Puck didn’t respond, just rolled to the side to lie next to me. I studied him, mesmerized by the lines of his face.

  “I accept your apology,” he said finally. “Just in case you hadn’t picked up on that.”

  I laughed.

  “Yeah, I sort of figured.”

  “We’ve played around long enough,” he continued. “Not a secret that I want you—seems to go both ways. It’s time.”

  Time? I wondered that that meant. Oh God, I hope he meant time for more sex . . .

  “I seem to remember you make fast recoveries,” I said, reaching down between us. His cock had never fully softened. The skin was silky and smooth between my fingers, and I felt the harder ridges beneath tighten.

  “Let’s clear things up,” he said, his tone catching me off guard. “This isn’t a onetime thing. I’m claiming you, Becca. Already talked to the club about it—they know you’re mine.”

  I stilled.

  “I don’t remember agreeing to that,” I said slowly. “In fact, I’ve been thinking things through and decided I’m nowhere near ready for a relationship. The whole thing with my mom, and school—”

  “We’ve been in a relationship for five years now,” Puck said, his voice hard. “It wasn’t normal, it wasn’t exclusive . . . Hell, I don’t know what the fuck it was, but we both know that’s the truth. Whatever’s between us, it’s been there since the first night we met.”

  I studied his face, trying to decide if I bought into that theory. He’d been a constant in my life, that was for damned sure. But this relationship thing seemed a little overwhelming.

  “Last night you weren’t even talking to me,” I replied, trying not to panic. “Then you show up here, fuck me, and say we’re in a relationship? I feel like I’m missing a chunk of the story.”

  “You’re not a normal girl,” he said, his face softening. He reached over, catching a chunk of my hair and rubbing it between his fingers. “You grew up wrong and bad shit happened. I’m a part of that. I grew up wrong, too, although less bad shit happened to me. Here’s the thing—people like me don’t follow the same rules that everyone else does. I make my own rules, and I live life fast and hard enough that I don’t have time to fuck around once I find a good thing. And whatever else is going on here, you’re a good thing.”

  “I want to be normal,” I whispered. “I’m not like you.”

  “Sucks, but that’s reality,” he replied, leaning over to kiss me softly. The sensation of his lips brushing mine was distracting, and I felt him start to surround me again. His cock grew harder in my hand. My fingers traced his length longingly.

  Then he pulled back.

  “Becs, you’re my woman now. That’s the way it is.”

  Hmm . . . Suddenly Puck was less sexy.

  “Don’t I get a choice?”

  “You already made the choice. You let me in here, you took me into your body. We’ve been dancing around it for too long now.”

  “Choosing to fuck someone is not the same as agreeing to a relationship with them,” I informed him, my voice tight. “And don’t call me Becs. My name is Becca.”

  “Okay, we’ll compromise,” he replied. “We’ll just fuck around for a while, how’s that? Just tell me you won’t screw anyone else along the way and we’ll let things grow naturally.”

  I narrowed my eyes.

  “I’m not an idiot,” I said. “And I’m not one of these stupid little girls you can manipulate with a smile. I know exactly what it means when a man like you goes to a party or on a run. You’ll fuck anything that moves while I sit at home, waiting.”

  Puck gave a laugh.

  “You sure like the word ‘fuck’ a lot, don’t you?”

  “It’s a good word.”

  “Well, let me put it like this.” He said. “I’ve fucked a lot of women—in the end, every pussy is pretty much the same. You’re not the same, though. You’re special and I’m not a kid who can’t go ten minutes without getting my dick wet. I’m ready for more than sex.”

  “Since when?”

  A strange look came over his face.

  “This morning,” he replied. “Couple hours ago.”

  “That doesn’t make any sense,” I insisted. Puck laughed again, then flopped on his back, catching me and carrying me with him.

  “Life doesn’t make sense, Becs. You just gotta roll with it.”

  “I said don’t call me that.”

  “I’ll make you a deal. Admit we’re a couple and I’ll start calling you Becca.”

  I frowned, trapped.

  “That’s what I thought. Becs. Now get your clothes on and let’s make a picnic lunch. I want to take you for a ride.”

  PUCK

  An hour later, Becca stood at the end of the second highest rock ledge, staring down into the water. I’d taken her up along the north fork of the Coeur d’Alene River, savoring the feel of her arms wrapped tight around my stomach and her boobs pressed into my back the entire time. Now we were at the Big Rock, which was exactly what it sounded like—a giant granite rock formation sticking out and over the water.

  “I can’t believe how clear it is,” she said, her voice hardly more than a whisper. I followed her gaze. Below us was a deep, wide pool of utterly clear water. I could see every colored rock littering the bottom. A fish swam by lazily, completely unaware of the danger hovering above.

  Still couldn’t believe she was really here, that we’d finally managed to cut through the bullshit and get together. Okay, so she wasn’t totally on board yet, but she would be. She wasn’t the kind of girl to fuck around, despite her history. Maybe because of it.

  Christ, just being with her made me feel good.

  “Wait until you jump off,” I told her. “It’s cold but it fucking kicks ass, too. Makes your heart pound. Total adrenaline rush. Can’t believe you’ve never been here before.”

  Becca looked up at me, delight written all over her face.

  “I can’t believe it, either,” she said. “If I find out Danielle kept this from me, I’ll strangle her.”

  “She’s got to know about it,” I told her. “Every kid who grows up around here comes and parties at this place. It’s a thing.”

  I pointed behind us toward the graffiti covering one of the rocks, declaring that the class of 2002 would rule the world.

  Wonder how that worked out for them?

  I wouldn’t know—I’d never graduated from high school. Got my GED in juvie, though. So far it hadn’t held me back. Of course, the Bastards tended not to worry too much about diplomas. They were more interested in the fact that I’d turned down three different plea bargains.

  “I’m just surprised there aren’t more people here,” I continued. “On a Sunday afternoon this place should be packed.”

  “I think you scared them off with your bike,” Becca said, her voice dry. “Or it might have been the way you growled at them.”

  I laughed, because she made a good point. There’d been a group of teens here when we first pulled up, but they’d disappeared fast enough when they saw my colors. That worked out well for me, because I’d been dreaming about Becca naked and swimming around in that water for a long time now. Speaking of . . .

  “Okay, strip down,” I told her, reaching for my shirt. I had it up and over my head, then I caught her staring at me. Not a “you’re incredibly sexy” stare, but a “what the fuck are you thinking?” stare.

  “What?”

  “You want to go skinny-dipping?” she asked, her voice a startled squeak.

  “Water’s cold, Becca. You jump in wearing your clothes, you’ll freeze your ass off on the ride home. Strip down.”

  “What if someone comes?”

  I shrugged.

  “You’re gorgeous, babe, but you don’t have anything new to this world. You’ve got the same parts as everyone else, so I doubt they’ll be too shocked.”

  She blushed, which was cute. Funny, too, given she’d grown up around bikers. We weren’t exactly a
shy people. I reached for my boots, pulling them off and then shoving down my pants. My dick was hard again, which was impressive considering I’d already fucked her twice that afternoon—once on her bed and once up against the kitchen wall halfway through making lunch. For some reason I’d expected the second time to be slower, less urgent, but seeing her naked just set me off. Couldn’t be helped.

  “Okay,” Becca said, giggling and glancing around. She didn’t need to worry. We were on the old river road, well back from the main route to Callup. The only signs of civilization were some old bridge girders peeking out from above the trees in the distance.

  Then Becca pulled her shirt off and I forgot all about swimming.

  Damn, but she had nice tits. All round and perky, with tight pink nipples that just really, really needed to be sucked on for a while. I reached for her, but she darted away and suddenly we were in a race to get off our clothes.

  We weren’t on the highest section of the rock, but we were high enough that when Becca turned and jumped off without a hint of hesitation, it surprised me. I watched as she cannonballed into the water, then kicked her way up and popped out, gasping and laughing.

  “Oh my God, it’s so fucking cold!” she shouted. “You didn’t warn me. It’s colder than the regular river.”

  “It’s deep and in the shade,” I yelled back, grinning. Then I dove in, flooded with exhilaration. I sliced through the icy cold water. I surfaced a good ten feet from her and lunged.

  I wanted to feel those tight nipples all slippery and wet.

  Becca laughed and splashed at me, then my arms caught her and pulled her tight into my body, our slick bodies sliding and rubbing against each other.

  “It’s really, really fucking cold,” she whispered. “But it gets better after you start to go numb.”

  She had a point—I couldn’t even feel my dick and I had a feeling my balls had crawled right up into my body.

  “You know, I’d love to fuck you in the water, but I’m not sure it’s happening,” I admitted. She giggled, then leaned forward and kissed me. I savored the sensation. Even with my dick out of commission, this was the best date I’d ever had. And yeah, it was a date. I didn’t even care. I’d been a complete fucking idiot to wait this long.