by Nikki Wild
Right?
Army quieted down pretty quick, but he kept a steady eye on me. I kept one on him, too. Fuck that kid. He was too big for his goddamn britches. Who I fucked was none of his business - no one's business, really. Made me want to call her up and get her to meet me, fuck her brains out again just to prove a point. Or just because I was a little tipsy, and I couldn't stop thinking about those creamy thighs of hers.
The lollipop behind the bar leaned over real low as she slid a shot my way. Low enough that I could see halfway to China through her cleavage. I glanced up into her eyes. She was smiling, she gave me a wink. Not too long ago, if I was feeling the way I did and a girl like her offered herself up on a platter, I wouldn't hesitate. Hell, I'd go back for seconds.
Now, I just took the shot and thanked her, turning away.
I had my girl. I had my woman, even if she didn't know it yet. Fuck Danielle, fuck Army, fuck anything that wanted to take those two things from me. I was stronger than all those natural and unnatural forces. I'd fight for what was mine, as hard as I had to. Hell, if I could fight my dick's instinct to find the nearest warm hole and plunge into it, I could fight anything.
Chapter 20
Lucya
"Alright, Jenny," I sighed, looking in my purse to make sure I had everything. "I'm gonna beat it. You're okay to lock up, right?"
"Yup," the receptionist said, hunching over the end-of-month reports. She'd be working late to reconcile insurance payments, cash and check payments, all that crap. "Have a good one."
"You too," I chimed. "Don't work too hard."
Outside, the sky was bleeding purple, the air finally feeling like it could be springtime.
Outside, birds were singing before they settled down for the night. Cars went by on the busy road outside the office. A woman with a stroller jogged by.
Outside, Sinner was leaning against a motorcycle. Waiting for me, I presumed. I had my keys in my hand, and just stood there, staring open-mouthed at him, mind skipping like a record. He looked so damn good. But he was so damn bad. How dare he show up here? After I made it clear that we were done - that I couldn't take anymore secret trysts? How dare he stand there making my nipples harden and my pussy quiver?
"Sight for sore eyes," he observed from afar, lifting himself off the bike and walking towards me. I dropped my keys into my purse and crossed my arms over my frog-printed scrubs.
"Wish I could say the same," I said, my voice lacking any of the sourness I needed it to have. "What are you doing here, Sinner?"
"I wanted to tell you," he said. "Amy's with me now. Not right now, obviously. But she's living with me. Danielle is out of the picture."
"That's good," I sighed, feeling my heart melting as I looked up into his gray eyes. "I'm glad. Honestly."
"All thanks to you," he said. "You didn't have to come to me. You didn't have to advocate for her."
"Of course, I did," I said. "My job is to help children. And besides that, I care about her. And you..."
Damn. Why'd I have to go and say that? I felt my cheeks go red under his slight grin.
"Anyway," he said. "I thought I owed you a big thank you."
"You don't owe me anything," I said. My car was so close, I could just turn around and walk to it and drive away.
"Fine," Sinner said, and reached for my arm. "But you're still coming with me."
"What? Where? Why? No way! I told you..."
"I know what you told me," Sinner chuckled, and even through all my protests I found myself following where he pulled me gently by the arm. Like my body and my mind had two different agendas, and my heart was the deciding vote.
My heart was voting for him.
"I'm serious," I said, not sounding very serious. "This is way too risky, Sinner."
"No one will know who you are once you put this on," he pointed out, handing me a helmet. I took it but didn't put it on. "And no one will know where I'm taking you."
"Which is...?"
"A surprise," he said, flashing me another wild grin. I felt like stomping my foot and shrieking. My frustration was reaching an all-time high. Everything inside me was leaping for joy, eager to get on the back of his bike and let him take me anywhere he wanted.
Everything except my common fucking sense.
"Come on," he said. "I came here for you. You're not gonna leave a man looking like a fool, are you?"
Well, no. I wasn't going to do that. He did come all the way out here...
I put the helmet on.
It was my first time on a bike, and I couldn't have predicted how it would feel. The vibrations between my legs, the sense of freedom as we smoothed our way around turns and jived around cars. I wasn't afraid in the least; Sinner knew how to work his Indian, riding it the same way he made love. With utter confidence.
With my arms around his massive torso, the wind driving his scent across my nostrils, I felt my body coming alive, roaring as deep and low as that engine. I shifted in my seat, and was immediately struck dumb by the sensation as my clit pressed to the seat and buzzed with the bike's vibrations. A low cry may have escaped my lips as frustrating pleasure ripped up my spine. I moved again, shifting so that my pussy pressed against his lower back, but the damage was done.
Now, all I could feel was the bike, acting as the world's biggest, hottest, most powerful vibrator. I bit my lips, closing my eyes tight, wondering if he could sense what was happening to my body while he careened us through traffic. I knew where he was headed now; the shore, cold and choppy and loud and beautiful. I loved the ocean in early spring.
I wonder if he knew that, if I'd mentioned it, or if it was something we shared without knowing we shared it?
When the bike finally began to slow, we were on a long stretch of road that skirted a private beach. The wind out here was brutal, and I wondered what Sinner aimed to do with me since we were likely to get sandburn the second we got off the bike.
It was amazing he could keep the bike upright as it was, with the wind battering us. The delicious sensations were getting milder as we slowed, but that only made it better. I could savor them without losing my mind. Finally, a small wooden hut came into view, looking like it had seen better days. I was dubious when Sinner finally killed the engine and helped me off. With the wind rushing the way it was, we had to run for the door.
Rustic as it looked, the shack was well-insulated from the wind; and it had electricity, and a fireplace ready for lighting. I took off my helmet, shaking my hair out.
"Where are we?" I asked, putting the helmet down on the room's lone table. The only other furniture was a surprisingly well-kept sofa and a few chairs. I drifted towards the windows facing the sea; the view was gorgeous enough to make me gasp.
"Used to use this place as a hideout of sorts," Sinner said, leaning over the fireplace and striking a match to the kindling there. "Don't use it anymore."
"This view is..."
"I know," he said. "I love this time of year at the beach. It's..."
"Painfully empty and beautifully desolate?" I offered, my eyes still drawn to the darkening view, the sky now a royal blue over greenish-gray waves and off-white sand, craggy rocks creating an unwelcoming atmosphere.
"Yeah," Sinner said. I heard crackling as the fire caught, and turned to meet him at the sofa. "Exactly."
"I can't believe I'm here," I sighed. "This is crazy. How do you do that? Get me to ignore everything I know is right?"
He gave me a cocky grin that flipped my stomach. My body was still burning from the bike ride, dangerously alive. I felt like that fire, which was beginning to cast its generous heat over the room.
"Just born with it, I guess," he said. "Or maybe it's because wrong feels so good."
He took a step forward, and I swallowed hard. How long had it been - a day, two days? Why did I feel like it had been forever? Why did I feel like it had been two seconds?
"Speak for yourself," I managed to croak.
"Alright," he said, lunging to wrap his arms aro
und me, a squeal escaping my lips. "I'll do all the talking, baby."
He yanked me forward by my hips and pulled me up to meet his lips. The whole world seemed to swirl away, out of reach, as he kissed me. Immediately, automatically, I buried my hands in his wind-swept and sandy hair. The tactile feel of him was grit and cold, but he was all warmth and silk inside my mouth.
I could already feel him hardening, my skin burning up as he slowly brought a hand up my side, pushing my shirt up as he went. Pushing all the way up to my ribs, until his hand was on my ribs, underneath my breast, tantalizingly close. His mouth left mine, his lips painting my flesh in desire as he made his way down my neck and collarbone.
I groaned, shifting, needing more. I spun around, facing the sofa, letting him feel my ass press against his cock. His lips found my ear, his breath a hot tornado spinning my nerves. His hands finally found their mark, sliding under my bra to feel and knead my breasts. I groaned, thighs going weak as I gave in to the sensation. He brushed his thumbs over my hard nipples, sending signals straight to my clit. He twisted them, gently, all while nibbling the tender flesh behind my ear.
"I've thought about this every second since you left," he murmured, pinching a little harder, my spine stiffening. "Thought about your sweet tits, your tight little pussy..."
I reached behind me, grabbing his hair again, rolling my hips against his hard cock. When he slid one hand down my stomach, plunging it down my pants and beneath my panties, I was all the sand on the beach, blown by the wind, howling.
"God, you're wet," he said, slipping a finger between my folds and testing me. "How bad do you want this, baby? Tell me how bad you want it."
He punctuated his words by rolling his finger around my throbbing clit and thrusting his cock against my ass. He wanted me to tell him. I'd rather show him. I pulled away, ripping my pants down, leaning forward onto the sofa. I looked at him over my shoulder.
"How bad do you think I want it?" I taunted, spreading my thighs slowly, letting him see how I glistened and dripped for him. "Because I think you want it worse."
He growled, grabbing my ass in one hand while unleashing his cock with the other. I watched him pull a condom from his pocket and sheath himself, staring at the darkness between my legs the whole time, squeezing my ass. I took a second to get rid of my shirt; maneuvering his cock between my wet lips, he teased me, sliding up and down, lingering at my clit and slowly pressing it. I bit my lip, pushing back, needing him to fuck me. Needing to feel him inside me, his massive cock splitting me apart.
"Hold tight," he warned, sliding his cock towards my entrance. I looked over my shoulder again, right in his eyes. Watched him lean forward and grab my waist, readying himself. The tip of his cock spread me wide. And then he was inching forward, my eyes rolling back as mind-splitting pleasure blasted through me. He groaned, burying himself slow. Leaning forward until he could grab my breasts and use them to pull me close. "Fuck yeah, baby."
I screamed his name as he started fucking me, hard and fast and deep. Every stroke was delicious, every slamming pump driving him against my deepest center. I leaned forward, biting the sofa to stay grounded as he pistoned into me.
My body was overheating rapidly, my fingers clawing at the cushions for traction, feeling like my ecstasy was bearing down on me too fast. Like I would break as soon as it swept over me, a surf too hard to survive. But Sinner didn't let up, didn't yield to my writhing moans. He just fucked me harder. And reached down, between my legs. He found my clit, and started stroking.
"Baby, yes, fuck, don't stop, please, don't stop," I heard myself begging.
"Not 'til you come," he promised, voice gravel. His fingers worked magic on my clit, his cock demanding my release. "You're my woman, and I'm gonna make you come."
Oh, fuck. The second those words registered, I fell apart, my climax hitting me hard and fast. Everything in me clenched at once, then released in a flood of satisfaction. My pussy squeezed his cock as he drove it into my depths; I felt the warmth of his seed filling the condom inside me as he came, milked dry by my spasms.
And just like that, the spell was broken.
"Aw, shit," I groaned, shimmying away, plopping down on the sofa.
"Wow," Sinner observed. "Sure do know how to make a man feel appreciated."
I glanced up at him. Asshole. Sexy, magnetic, good-dad, sweet-and-smart asshole. He knew just what he was doing, picking me up at work on that bike and bringing me here...
Of course he did, my brain said. So did you, stupid. He didn't trick you.
"Just...alright, you had your fun, so did I, let's go," I said, getting up to find my discarded clothes. My mind was a storm of self-loathing and anxiety and frustration. Why couldn't I have this? Why did I have to be a stupid Maximovich? Why did he have to be a stupid Rogue Tide?
"Hey, hey, hey," Sinner said, grabbing my arm. "Is that what you think? I brought you here just to get laid? Is that why you're pissed?"
"Yes!" I exclaimed. "No! I mean...yes!"
I really didn't know what I thought. I just knew this was still bad news.
"Well, for the record, I didn't plan on this happening right away," he said. "I even got some damn sandwiches for us to eat. You can't stay here for a while?"
"Why do you want me to?" I asked, throwing my hands up. "This is still impossible! You really don't understand..."
"Jesus, woman," Sinner snapped. "Stop with that shit, will you? I'm not a teenager, and I'm not an idiot. I do fucking understand. I get it. It's dangerous, your uncle hates me, okay? This is a star-crossed lovers kinda situation."
"I'm trying to protect you," I said.
"Well, stop trying," he said. "I don't need you to protect me. I got about twenty bikers with perpetually bad moods to protect me."
"Why do you want this?" I asked, practically begging him to say something awful that would make me hate him. "It's never going to be easy, it's going to be difficult all the fucking time!"
"So what? Woman, listen to me right now. I don't do long term shit. Closest I got was Danielle, and she ruined my opinion of happily ever afters. Until your smart, sexy ass came along. You think I'm blind or something, but I think this is a bad idea, too. I think it's a bad fucking idea to fall in love, in general. But shit!"
He sat down heavy, letting me go, looking like every word was painful to say. I was a little shocked by it all, to be honest, and found myself slipping down at his side.
"Lucy, you're making it real hard for me to keep thinking it's a bad idea," he finally said. "You're making it real easy for me to do the wrong thing. And I'm not talking about the sex. I could fall in love with you, woman. You wanna protect me? Then stop being so goddamn perfect."
I just stared at him. Something told me this kind of speech was extremely uncharacteristic for Sinner, thus rendering it extremely worth my consideration. I put a hand over his, trying to find a way to tell him that I could fall in love with him, too. Maybe already had, at least a little bit. Everything reminded me of him; isn't that what love is?
"Sinner..."
"No more excuses, Lucy," he said. "I want you, and I'm the kind of man who gets what he wants. I'm not gonna leave you alone, because I know you don't want me to. We're doing this, whether you like it or not."
He grabbed me by the back of the neck, pulling me against his chest, his eyes looking down into mine.
"Got it, woman?"
My breath hitched in my chest. This was insane. He was insane.
Well, fuck. Maybe I was insane, too.
"Got it, cowboy."
“Good,” he said, smirking. “Now that that shit’s over with, what kind of damn sandwich do you want?”
Chapter 21
Lucya
"When do you have to leave?"
My finger stroked the outline of his abs, my head on his chest, rising and falling with each breath.
"Not for an hour," he said, and the deep rumble of his voice tied me up in knots. I smiled, lips to his skin, and turned so I could l
ook up at him.
"Picking Amy up?"
He nodded, putting a heavy hand between my shoulder blades and rubbing. I closed my eyes and pictured a world where we weren't meeting in a hotel room. Where I could go with him to pick his daughter up from kindergarten, then go home with them and cook dinner...
How very domestic of me. The whole reason I liked Sinner in the first place was because he reminded me of nothing but wild abandon. And here I was, two weeks into sleeping with him, and I was longing to do his laundry.
Alright, maybe not exactly longing, but you get the idea.
"Lucy," he said, making me smile with that low grumble again. "I need to ask you something."
"Yeah, baby?" We were naked under the starchy hotel sheets. My legs were still weak from what he'd done to me two hours before, his cum drying on my thighs. We didn't bother with condoms anymore; he was clean, I was clean, I was on the pill. I liked feeling him explode inside me, pumping himself into my hot, needy slit.
I had one thigh wrapped around his leg, and I squeezed it tight, pulling myself closer to him. Pressing my wetness to his flesh.
"Wait," he said, rolling me over with an enthusiastic grunt. "My question first."
Question? What question? I was distracted, my lips curling around the skin of his neck and gently sucking. He groaned, arms tightening around me.
"Seriously," he said, and I stopped. Kissing him, I mean. I couldn't stop myself from touching him, but I could at least lay back and look him in the eyes.
"What is it?" I said.
"Would you..." his voice trailed off. I could feel him, hard against my thigh. "You'd tell me, right?"
"Tell you what?" I moaned as his hips shifted and that fat rod between his legs slid closer to my spread lips.
"If you knew something was going to happen," he grit out, clearly using all his powers of restraint not to dive right in and fuck me senseless, as I so wanted him to do.
"Something like...?"
I'm not stupid, but I guess I didn't want to know what he was asking me. I wanted to pretend like the thing he was asking me was nonsense. Wrong move. He pulled back.
