by Sassie Lewis
Nessa moaned and wiggled under him as he tugged the metal hoop further into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the little decoration before sucking as much of her as he could into his mouth. Her hands dug into his skull while he lapped and nibbled every inch of her sweet pussy. And fuck she was sweet.
Working his tongue down the lips of her cleft, Chase traced every reachable inch of the tastiest pussy he’d ever had. Learning what made her cry out for more and what made her tremble toward the brink of orgasm. Knowing she was close he pulled away. Nessa whined and tried to use his hair to pull him back down. He could spend hours eating her out; and he would. But not now. Now he needed to feel that heat squeezing around his cock. Jumping from the bed, Chase grabbed a condom from his jeans pocket before letting the heavy material drop to the floor. He would love to take her bareback, but the fucking lab results wouldn’t be back for a few weeks. He’d always suited up in the past but he wasn’t willing to take Nessa without being one-hundred percent sure he was clean. Chase watched Nessa’s eyes glaze over and her already-flushed skin deepen in color while he rolled the latex on. Then she lowered her eyes further, her forehead crinkled and her mouth set in an angry line.
“If you’ve ruined my work, because you haven’t cleaned your tat—”
Diving on top of her, Chase sealed his mouth to hers. Oh fuck no! No fucking way was he stopping now to discuss his lack of tattoo care. He’d been too busy to even think about it. Besides, there was no way he could wait any longer. Not now, when he had the taste of her filling his mouth, and his cock begging to fill her cunt. He’d deal with the consequences later.
Nessa didn’t fight him. She kissed him back with a ferocity that matched his own and spread her legs wider. The heat from her pussy scorched the tip of his dick. Running himself over her lower lips, Chase coated his length in her creamy juices. With each brush over her clit, Nessa arched more firmly into him. The little vixen was driving him crazy with the way she responded to him. Not separating their mouths, Chase shifted his hips, lined up his throbbing cock and slowly began to enter her. Even with how wet she was, she was tight; so fucking tight. Stilling his hips, Chase fisted his hand into her hair and pulled away from her hungry mouth. Bright blue eyes stared up at him.
Smoothing the hair from her face, he placed his hands on the bed, “You okay, baby?” Nessa blinked once, then nodded. “Good!”
With that Chase forced his hips forward. Her resistance gave under the powerful move. Sweet, wet heat engulfed him at the same time Nessa sliced at his sides with her short nails, and sank her teeth into his pec.
Fuck!
Chase started reciting the names of every club Prez and VP he knew. The combination of her tight cunt mixed with the edge of pain he so very much loved, was going to have him coming before he was ready. Nessa was the first to move, rolling her hips beneath his, her teeth sinking further into his skin. Fighting the need to come Chase rocked a counter rhythm, building a slow pace until Nessa unclenched her teeth and let out a stuttered groan.
With every thrust he twisted his hips, feeling the little jewel at her clit bump across the base of his cock. Her sweet mewing sound mixed with his grunts and added to the steady slap of flesh on flesh. Leaning back further on his heels Chase looked down at her. Strands of hair clung to her flushed face, her eyes were tightly squeezed closed. And those tits he could get lost in bounced in time with his pounding thrusts. She was fucking perfect. Nothing like the stick thin chicks that hung around the club. Chase was never one to hold back during sex, and with Nessa, he didn’t have that niggling feeling in the back of his head that she might break under his weight.
Running his hands up her body, he cupped her tits and rolled her nipples between his fingers before giving them a sharp tug. Her eyes flew open, and the walls of her sweet pussy began to flutter around him, before clamping tight, flooding him with a warm wash of come. Then her bliss-filled scream echoed through the room. It was like that sound was a trigger, and along with the way her cunt squeezed and milked him, he was done for.
Dropping forward he sealed his mouth to hers. Fire dragged at his stomach, filled his balls, then shot out the tip of his dick. He no longer had control of his hips. They jerked as shot after shot of his come filled the latex glove. Fuck he couldn’t wait to take her bare. To feel her with nothing between them. With one last shuddering rock, Chase’s strength gave out and he collapsed on top of her. Nessa groaned beneath him but didn’t complain.
When her lips stopped moving beneath his, Chase finally lifted his mouth away and looked down. She had to be kidding, right? He still had his cock buried inside her, was crushing her with his weight, and the girl was sound asleep. Seemed his woman needed to learn some stamina ’cause there was no way they were done for the night.
Chapter Eleven
Nessa rolled over and smacked her hand down on the annoying buzzing thing. Her fingers connected with the alarm clock hard enough to send it skidding to the floor, but the damn buzzing didn’t stop. For the first time, since Chase had kidnapped her, she was actually getting a sleep-in. Not that her regular wake-up call was unpleasant. If anything it was a freakin’ fine way for any woman to be pulled from slumber. For the past week, every morning Chase made sure he had his breakfast. And what he ate just happened to be nestled between her thighs. So no, it wasn’t the multiple orgasms he woke her with that were the problem. It was the fact he was waking her an hour earlier than normal—every damn day—so he could enjoy his morning meal.
He’d woken her briefly in the middle of the night when he’d been called away on business. That plus the fact it was her day off, meant she could actually sleep-in. If only the fucking buzzing sound would stop.
With a little more care this time—because she now understood it was her phone ringing—Nessa retrieved the vibrating device, hitting answer as she brought it to her ear.
“Wake up heifer. Get that lazy ass out of bed,” Becca’s voice sang down the line.
“Who you calling heifer? Have you looked at your ass lately? I think if we measure it we could get that thing into the Guinness book of World Records.”
“Don’t be jealous of the ass. Now get up, I wanna go shopping.”
The idea of spending the day with her best friend had Nessa perking up. She couldn’t remember the last time they’d gone more than a day without seeing each other, and it had been almost four.
The niggling memory of Chase’s words, before he left, played through her head. “Don’t leave the house today baby. I’ll call you later.”
When she hadn’t answered him, instead rolling over and burying her head under the pillow he’d tried that commanding voice. The one that just pissed her off.
“I mean it, Vanessa. Don’t. Leave. The house. Today.” She really did hate when he used her real name. Flipping him the bird she’d rolled to the other side and pretended to go back to sleep. Besides, who was he to boss her around? Actually she had no idea who or what he was to her. They’d never discussed what their relationship was about. Hell, even relationship sounded odd to Nessa. Was that really the right name for whatever this was? He’d dragged her to his house, and they banged like bunnies. The only declaration he’d given her was to say,“you’re mine!”. Every hour of every freakin’ day.
“Nessa, did you fall back asleep?” Becca screeched.
“No, I’m good. Pick me up in thirty minutes, just gotta take a quick shower,” Nessa jumped out of bed as she spoke. Excitement about a day out with her bestie caused her to skip in the direction of the bathroom.
“Great. ’Cause I don’t need to be smelling my brother’s funk on you all day.”
Nessa tripped at her idiot-of-a-friend words. “And you wonder why Sister Francis refers to you as ‘that bad mouthed, uncouth, spawn of Satan’?” Nessa threw back. Because she had no issue smelling like Chase. The man smelled damn fine to her.
“No, heifer. She calls me th
at because the woman’s jealous of the ass!” With that Becca hung up.
Thirty minutes on the dot, Nessa was climbing into the passenger seat of Becca’s little red bug. Unlike herself, who rocked the bad girl look, with torn shorts, boots, and florally tops —well she like pretty things too—Becca was the ultimate girly girl. Form fitting dresses showed off every one of her curves. Make-up done to perfection and her ever-present four-inch heels. So the little red VW Beetle, with its whitewall tires and white soft-top, was totally Becca.
It wasn’t until they were a good way out of town that she got a feeling something wasn’t right.
“What are you looking for, Nessa?”
Nessa flicked back around to face Becca, “Umm, where are the guys? I figured there’d be a few following us?”
“I ditched Blake somewhere on the Interstate.” Becca mumbled something about hoping he got himself a speeding ticket.
“But where’s Tommy?”
The man had been Nessa’s shadow for the past week. He was even sleeping in a small room attached to Chase’s barn.
Becca huffed out a breath, and checked the intersection. “How should I know where Tommy is?”
“Rebecca Teresa Anderson. What did you do to that poor guy?” The woman was pure evil when she wanted to be and Nessa didn’t trust her as far as she could kick the girl’s fat ass.
“Look, it was nothing permanent. The tires will only take him about fifteen minutes to change. But you might want to air out the barn when you get home. After a few days, the smell should be completely gone.” The evil woman said it all with a smile on her face.
“Oh, fuck, you didn’t? Not the potion?” Nessa blanched at the sadistic cow, already knowing the answer. Poor Tommy.
“Well, it wasn’t like I had a choice.”
One time, pissed with their science teacher, they’d found a recipe online. The liquid itself wasn’t so bad, but the moment heat was added to the chemical, the vapor released a vomit-inducing stench. The downside—they later discovered—was that the vapor seeped into everything it touched. But it had so been worth the numerous tomato juice baths to watch Brother Phillip heave all over Wendy Collins. Nessa just hoped Tommy would forgive her, because if she’d known what Becca had been up to, she would have stopped the crazy heifer.
Oh well, nothing she could do about it right then.
“Do you think it’s safe for us to be out without at least one of them?” Nessa still had that niggling feeling, that something wasn’t right.
“O. M. G. You are so my brother’s bitch—”
“Hey!”
“Don’t hey me, heifer. I haven’t seen you in days. I just want a day without annoying bikers around.” The way Becca’s said it made it sound like she was talking about someone specific.
“If you really don’t like Blake can’t you ask your dad to put someone else on you?”
Her friend slumped in her seat. “Nah, Blake’s just… I don’t know what he is. Intense doesn’t seem intense enough,” Nessa had to agree. The man was… hell she couldn’t even think of a word to describe him. “And besides I’m not talking to my dad at the minute,” Becca ground out through clenched teeth.
Turning in her seat, Nessa gave the other woman her full attention. Becca often got pissed with her dad but a statement like that would normally be followed with a rant about him being all biker, alpha, Prez, and over protective. Instead Becca had gone back to concentrating on pulling the car into the local mall.
Waiting until they were parked, Nessa took hold of Becca’s hand, “Hey what’s going on?”
Sadness filled her friends eyes, “The parental unit have been fighting. I mean really going at each other. I didn’t mention it, because when you moved in, things seemed to go back to normal. Ya know, them going at each other in a whole other way. A way no daughter should really have to witness.” Becca scrunched up her face. “Anyhow, things have been getting bad again and dad’s now sleeping in the spare room.”
Shit. That didn’t sound normal for the older biker.
“Okay sweetie, let’s not worry about them today. We’ll go spend your money, buy you some nice crap, and make you feel all better.”
Becca snorted at her, sounding like a pig with a cold. “Did you just call me sweetie?”
Okay, so it was odd. They didn’t do nice cutesy names. Nessa could only blame the endearment on lack of sleep and reacting to Becca’s sadness.
“So the phrase, ‘he banged my brains out!’ isn’t just a figure of speech? Because you have totally lost yours if you’re calling me sweetie.” The heifer looked at her deadpan before breaking into peals of laughter.
“Oh shut up.” Nessa snapped at the idiot. Pushing the door open she climbed out of the car, leaving before some stray pack of hyenas came by; attracted by Becca’s mating call.
“Why the hell aren’t you trying anything on?” Becca didn’t stop as she spun in front of the mirror. The yellow dress would have looked hideous on anyone else, but with her olive skin tones and raven black hair, the short, tight dress looked hot. “Nessa?”
“What! I told you I’m broke, until payday.”
Becca finally stopped inspecting herself. Facing Nessa, she slammed her hands on her hips, her four-inch heel tapping against the shop’s industrial carpet. “Okay let’s break this down for the slow kids in the class.” Lifting a hand, Becca held up one finger.
“One: You’re my brother’s bitch now. Two,” up went another finger, “I know for a fact Chase has a pretty hefty bank account, and probably a fair bit of cash lying around. Now add one and two together.” The annoying bitch used two hands, one finger from each making kissing actions with each other. Nessa decided at that moment her best friend belonged in a facility where they housed the special people. “This makes Nessa not broke.” Becca stopped her fingers from doing that idiotic action and looked at Nessa like she was the idiot.
Spewing she hadn’t thought to get her phone out to video Becca’s ridiculous performance, Nessa simply rolled her eyes. She would have uploaded that shit to Facebook in a heartbeat.
Smirking up at her best friend, Nessa gave the most obvious reply, “Your ass looks huge in that dress.”
“Why do we keep coming back to this? Don’t be jealous of the ass!” Nessa held in her laugh. Damn she loved this bitch. “Now get out of fantasy land, sweetie.” The heifer batted her eyelids at her. “You are a kept woman, so you might as well embrace that.”
Leaning back into the sofa she’d been waiting in, Nessa closed her eyes. Seriously, she loved Becca like a sister, which could also be the reason she wanted to kill her at times. All smart assy-ness aside, Nessa let out her frustration. “Look Becca I don’t even know what I am to Chase. He’s never told me. Besides all this money he supposedly has? I don’t have access to it.” She felt Becca fall into the seat beside her.
“So, my idiot of a brother hasn’t explained the whole old lady thing to you?”
Snapping her eyes open Nessa glared at Becca. “I know what an old lady is! I’ve been around the club most of my life, as you well know. It’s more he hasn’t really said anything—”
“Nothing at all?” The look on Becca’s face was disbelieving.
“Well he’s said I’m his.”
Becca let out a sign. One of those ones that Nessa hated because they lead to Becca proving her wrong, again. “Give me your purse.”
“Why?”
“Just do it heifer. We don’t have all day to just sit here and argue. Now give me your purse.” Becca held her hand out.
Fine. The cow would sit there all day if Nessa didn’t give in. Fishing her purse for her bag she handed it over. Becca opened the old worn leather and immediately pulled out a black card Nessa had never seen before. The bitch then slapped her in the forehead with it.
“See, you’re his old lady. Now get off that fat ass and find s
omething to try on.”
Nessa sat there for a few minutes staring down at the black card which had fallen into her lap. She was a little confused on whether to be happy that Chase wanted her to have access to his money, or pissed that he hadn’t even discussed it with her. Then she thought about the rocking velvet dress she’d spotted and the killer boots that would match it perfectly. Screw him. If he was silly enough to shove a credit card in her purse, without previously discussing with her the amount she was allowed to spend, he was an idiot. Did he have no understanding the kind of damage an eighteen-year-old who’d never been able to indulge in a shop-till-you-drop spree could do? Whatever.
Racing through the boutique, Nessa grabbed several outfits to try on.
Chapter Twelve
“So they didn’t hit the clubhouse this time, just a few of our businesses and they’re not following the list!” Fuck, he sounded like a broken record. Chase paced the almost empty room. Everyone had gone off to do what needed doing, leaving him and Quin to discuss things in private.
“Yeah, well we suspected the list was left to throw us off track. Now we know it was.” Quin poured himself a bourbon and headed to the couch. The man looked fucked and Chase didn’t believe the attacks were the sole cause of his dad’s frustrations. But at that moment Quin wasn’t his dad; he was Chase’s Prez. So he wasn’t going to ask what was going on outside of club business. And really they had enough shit to deal with already.
“Has Zane been able to get anything off the tapes?”
Chase shook his head. Zane had taken off as soon as they got word about the attack to see if he could pull anything from the security equipment before the cops got at it. Whoever these fuckers were, they were good. “He said he spotted them in a few frames but the fuckers seemed to know where the cameras were and kept their faces hidden. And they weren’t wearing any patches. Bastards even hid any tats they might have.”
