by Evelyn Glass
Scott let go of her hand and pushed the coffee out of the way before he crawled up on her mother’s precious counter and over to where she stood. He wrapped her in his arms, enfolding her in creaking leather and the sweet smell of his skin. Tears streaming down her face, she gripped him like a lifeline, shoulders shaking as she was racked with sobs. She had never told anyone what had happened. Oh, they knew, but they had to piece it together, but getting it out in the open was like a great weight was lifted from her shoulders.
He held her, letting her cry as she clung to him. No one should have to witness something like that. He was amazed at the strength in her slender body that she could carry that weight. No wonder she had nearly flipped out when the girl flicked blood onto her, and he suddenly felt more charitable toward Angela. He tipped her head back just enough that he could kiss the top of her head, breathing her in deep, like a tonic, holding her until her sobs began to quiet.
“Was it hard?” he asked. “Was it hard to do?”
She shook her head against him, sniffling. It hadn’t been hard. In fact, it had been easy. Too easy.
“When they deserve it, it never is,” he murmured, resting his cheek on her head. He had been working with the Grim Angels for years. They had become his family, his friends, his entire life. But now, with this woman in his arms, he was suddenly willing to throw it all away. Ten years of loyalty for three days with Jess. Was he insane? He didn’t love her, but she spoke to him in a way no other woman ever had. Possibly like no other ever will.
She pulled back, her face puffy with emotion. “They don’t want me to be with you. They don’t want me to have anything to do with the Angels. They know what I did. Uncle Val covered it up for me, but they’ll kill you if they know you were here.”
Scott smiled and kissed her, her lips salty from her tears. “People have been trying to do that for years. Hasn’t worked so far.”
“You know them, Scott. You know what they can do.”
“Yeah, and I’ve done most of it for them. I’m going to be the right hand of the fucking king, Jess. I can make this work.”
Every single inch of her wanted to believe it was true, but every inch of her also knew how the world worked. He didn’t know Uncle Val like she did. He had no idea what he was capable of.
“Can we get out of here?” he asked, looking around at the empty booths and tables.
Kat hadn’t been home in a couple days. She was probably off on a tear, hooked up with some swinging dick that caught her fancy. She had been doing that quite a bit lately, a true sign she had gone on another one of her binges, drinking away the life she had, sort of, created for herself and her daughter after her divorce from Ron.
She didn’t care anymore. This ruse of a café could burn to the ground for all she cared. If she shut the place down for a few hours, what difference would that make? She could take him upstairs and they could talk. However, feeling those arms still around her made talking the absolute last thing on her mind.
She pulled back with a sniff, wiping at her eyes. “Let me lock up. We live upstairs. We can go there.”
Chapter Fourteen
Scott watched as Jess locked the front door and turned the neon open sign off. He knew she had just opened up to him and peeled off her scab. The gentlemanly thing to do would be to approach her with reverence. He should sit and listen to her, ask her questions, draw her out and make sure she was okay. He knew himself better than that, though, and he steeled himself for the battle with baser self to come.
She motioned to the door marked private next to the kitchen and he wordlessly followed her. Don’t touch her, he told himself. Not yet.
As they walked up the steps, he remembered how her hair had smelled, like apples and honey. Did her hair always smell like that? He watched the white dress kicking out and billowing slightly around her thighs, watched her ass move beneath the fabric, and knew that stopping himself was going to require iron-like control. He was hungry for her. He had been hungry for her since that night in the fucking Scooby Doo mansion. He had never felt this way about any woman. He was always in control, always had the upper hand, and yet this lovely creature made him feel weak and helpless.
She looked back over her shoulder as they walked up and smiled. Her color was still up from crying, making her look even more seductive. Or was it just her crying? Jesus, I’m in so much trouble. I have to know.
As they reached the landing, he slid his hand along her ass, a soft stroke that could be passed off as an innocent touch, though he began to stiffen from the thought of what might be.
She gasped at his touch and froze, then pressed back, pushing her ass into his crotch.
Now it was his turn to gasp. It was stifling, but the sweat that began to drip down his back wasn’t entirely from the stairwell’s heat. He wound that long, black, hair into his fist and gently pulled her head to the side. Her neck exposed, he could see the rapid thump of her heartbeat as her heat poured off her. He began to kiss her neck, gently biting a tiny trail from her collarbone to behind her ear. When he got there, she spun herself around and covered his mouth with hers.
They fell back into the wall on the cramped landing, tongues intertwined and hands grabbing in sudden urgency. She had lost herself. She didn’t care about anything except for having this man. His strong hands grabbed her ass and lifted her, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist as he pressed her into the wall. Breathless, she bit his lip, catching it between her teeth. She would fuck him right here in the stairwell if she had to…
“Get that door open,” he growled, that tiger-like voice once again sending need roaring through her.
She lowered her legs and scrambled with the key to open the door. As soon as the lock turned, he flung the door open, crowding her into the room and back in his arms. Their mouths locked onto each other as they fumbled like teenagers with their clothes. First his jacket dropped to the floor, then his shirt.
As his lips worked over her neck, Jess had to admire him. She had hints of how he was built from the ride behind him that night, but now, in the warm afternoon light, he was mesmerizing. He was a predator, a natural weapon, all sculpted muscle without the bulk she was used to in other bikers. She pulled back, trying to get control of herself. Oh, she was going to fuck him all right, and fuck him stupid, but she wanted to slow down and savor the banquet she had before her. But the way he looked at her as she pulled back, his hooded eyes piercingly intense through his shaggy bangs, made her quiver inside. She had never been looked at like that before, with that animal like hunger, and she liked it.
When Jess backed off, he thought it was going to be a repeat of the last time they started down this road, but the way she looked at him made his manhood ache. She was glowing, her skin alight with the heat of the room and the heat from inside.
“Take your dress off,” he ordered. All of his prior, careful, reserve was gone. He commanded her, he would own her, and she would let him.
When she scrambled to raise it, he grabbed her hand to still it. “Slowly,” he amended, as he continued to peer through a curtain of hair.
The room was incredibly hot and she could feel the sweat beginning to trickle down between her breasts, the heat making her feel as if she might pass out, her legs shaking with the force of her desire. She dropped the hem, then once again took it into her hands and slowly lifted it.
“Stop!” Scott ordered. “Stop right there.”
Her dress held up to her waist, Jess stood still as he knelt in front of her, her hips in his hands. It was hard to not move as he ran his hands from her hips around to cup her ass, and then traced the narrow bikini straps of her panties from the back to the front, taking in every detail of her. For a moment she was embarrassed and almost pulled away.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as if he had read her thoughts. “I want to see it all, all of you.” Still crouched in front of her, he gently raised the fabric further and kissed the flat of her stomach.
Feeling his
lips so close to her womanhood made her whimper.
Scott smiled. “That’s exactly what I want.”
She could stand it no more. With another almost-silent whimper of anticipation, she pulled her dress up and over her head, dropping it into the ever-increasing pile of clothes on the floor. Running her hand through his hair, she pulled him back to her again and tried to push him lower. He kissed her, running his tongue in and around her navel, but then he began kissing his way slowly up her body.
He loved the smell of her arousal and the salty taste of her skin. He kissed and licked his way slowly upwards, forcing himself up against her downward push, smiling as his lips and tongue danced over her skin. Her soft gasps and slow squirms were making him throb, his cock feeling bigger and harder than he could ever remember. He hoped she was up for a good long ride, because he couldn’t get enough of her.
As his tongue slid along the edge of her bra, his tongue working its way under the fabric, she shuddered, not in orgasm, but in pleasure so intense that she couldn’t stay still. Never had it been like this. Never had a man given her so much and asked for so little. She tugged hard upwards, and finally he came to her. She took his lips for her own, tongue wrapped around tongue, panting like animals as they squeezed and grabbed at each other—ravenous for more.
He reached around and undid her bra with a practiced twist and pulled it away. She didn’t want to release him, but she needed to feel him against her breasts, so she let go just long enough to allow the straps to slip free of her arms.
Tossing her bra away, he cupped both of her full breasts in his hands. “My God,” he murmured almost in awe. “My God, Jess.”
“I’m sure you’ve seen tons. Mine can’t be that special… ” she breathed, inordinately pleased with his reaction despite her words, watching him as he gently squeezed and kneaded them. He looked amazed and completely overtaken.
“I’ve never seen yours. I’ve got to...” He knelt his head and took one of her erect nipples between his lips. Pleasure blossomed out from her breast as he began to suck, flicking his tongue against her until it seemed like it would burst.
She gripped his hair, feeling the long strands between her fingers as he suckled. It was like there was an electric current from her breasts to her pussy—every nip and pull he took made her clit roar with arousal. She had heard of women that could orgasm from having her nipples sucked, but she didn’t believe it possible…until now.
He stood up suddenly and, with a seemingly effortless movement, picked her up into his arms. “Where?”
“Down the hall, to the right,” she gasped, kissing his neck, clinging to him like a limpet, not wanting to be apart from him for even a second.
He strode into the open door of her bedroom and they tumbled into the pile of unmade sheets on her bed. He knelt above her, taking a few seconds to memorize her where she lay, dressed only in her purple panties. The gold sun made her pale skin glow, tiny beads of sweat poised to slide down those incredible breasts making her more alluring still. They were so large for someone her size. He wanted to see them bounce and sway, and he wanted to be the one to make them. Staring at her with those lazy, hooded, eyes he undid his belt buckle with the same authority he had tossed her on the bed. Tearing open his button fly, he yanked his jeans down to his knees.
Jess purred, despite herself, and reached for his penis when it popped out, finally freed from its denim prison. Now it was her turn to be impressed.
“Oh… ” she breathed. He sported the largest member she had ever seen outside of a porn flick. She took it in hand and caressed it, his cock so velvety and smooth where it rose from his sculpted hips. As her hand closed around him, he groaned involuntarily, his hips twitching. Jess smiled. So this is how she could control this dark-souled man, and control him she would. She had never had an uncut man before, and as she slowly stroked his erection, she liked the feeling of the baby soft skin sliding easily over the rock hard core of him.
With her other hand, she caressed the solid muscles of his stomach before moving behind to the subtle curve of his ass, dragging her nails along his cheeks and lightly across his balls. He groaned again, louder this time as he shuddered, his cock reaching out to her with every slow stroke of her hand. She couldn’t help herself any longer. She dipped her head and gently licked the tip. He gripped her head, his hands lost in the masses of black hair that had tumbled loose, encouraging her, but not trying to force her.
Exhilarated, Jess swept her tongue around the head, feeling the hot contours and ridges, and savoring the salty taste of him. She watched him as he let her tongue explore him, his mouth loose, his face flushed. It was time to go deeper, to drive him mad with pleasure. Her lips encased him farther and she drove his length deep into her throat. Eyes closed she felt the tip of his cock bump against the back of her throat but continued, letting her saliva coat him and her lips guide him deeper. She had done this many times, but never had she enjoyed it as much as she did now.
“Oh, no, no, no,” he growled breathlessly. Using her hair, he gently pulled her head back and pushed her down onto the bed. She looked up, afraid she had done something wrong, but he smiled at her and she felt her pussy tighten. “In the south, ladies come first, little girl. I want to see you squirm.”
Jess laughed breathlessly as Scott turned and removed his boots, then pants, as she pressed herself into his back, reaching around and stroking him. They were sweating profusely now, but she found the feel of his sweat slickened skin more erotic still. Pants off, he pushed her roughly back, then held her down as he moved over her, his smile promising great pleasure.
She expected him to take her, but he began to slide down her body, kissing and teasing, working his way to between her legs, a trail of pleasure from her breasts to the gentle rise of her pussy. Still staring at her, he slowly pulled the fabric of her panties, moist to the point of being soaking, aside. With one of his long fingers, he parted her and with excruciating slowness, pushed his finger inside.
She gasped, her back arching as pleasure twisted her. It had been over a year, but even before, it had never been like this. In the past she had been used to take pleasure, receiving a measure in return, but now, in her overheated bedroom, she was being given pleasure in full measure. The heat and pressure that had been building between her legs increased with each slow penetration, her pussy gripping his finger with vice-like strength.
“Is that good?” he whispered slowly, watching her eyes as they rolled up into her head. “You want another?”
Unable to speak, she nodded, gripping his wrist, afraid he would stop.
He smiled, enjoying her reactions as he slipped another finger deep inside, expanding her farther. She began to coo softly, her hips rising up to meet every push he made. When her moisture began to drip from her and down his hand, he finally leaned forward and gently touched his tongue to her swollen clit.
She immediately cried out, her hands gripping the tangled sheets they lay upon as he flicked her swollen clit back and forth, matching the speed of his fingers to his tongue. She started to grind against his face, her back arching and her soft cries increasing. Faster still, he twisted his fingers in and out of her clamped, soaking, pussy, driving her over the edge.
“Oh god, oh god, oh fuck, Scott.” She had started out soft, but her mewing had turned to a frantic cry, her back arched and her breasts rocking with her approaching orgasm.
He could feel her start to come from deep within, her contractions starting to grip his fingers where he pressed them inside of her. He couldn’t take it anymore, his cock throbbed painfully against his stomach and the bed, practically begging to be buried as deep in that sopping pussy as he could get. He sat up abruptly, took his now massive erection in his hand and slammed himself into her.
Her eyes, closed as her orgasm began, flew open and she involuntarily cried out. He was so much bigger than anyone she’d had before, and feeling him pound into her only drove her pleasure higher. She clenched his arms as she burn
ed in erotic fire, from the top of her head to the tips of her curled toes, her orgasm thundering through her. With every thrust Scott made, her muscles clenched and released, clenched and released in heavy waves.
“Fuck… Fuck… Jessica… oh fuck… ” he grunted, trying to hold against his approaching orgasm. He shook his head, trying to deny his body what it desperately sought, sweat flying from his hair in a spray. He began to thrust harder, faster, sweat rolling down is back, pooling at the curve of his ass, dripping off his face and chest.
He shook his head again, trying to find that place he could go to last for hours, but that section of his mind had hung out a Closed sign. He could feel his balls tightening up, drawing up tight up against the base of him as his own orgasm bore down on him.
