by Debra Kayn
Grabbing her earlobe with his teeth, he growled. "Get your ass upstairs, carny-girl, and prove it."
Her body sagged. He let her go, and she instantly slipped her hand in his and led the way out of the room to the door leading upstairs. Even on his order, she never made a move without first making sure he would follow by taking him by the hand. A rebellious streak a mile wide and loyalty that never ended always pleased him.
Others jumped when he talked. Bree practically sighed in pleasure.
With the door shut behind him, the air quieted from the constant music and rowdiness downstairs. He ogled Bree's ass swaying side to side. His dick uncomfortably restrained in his jeans.
At the entrance to the living room, Bree turned, seeking what she should do next. He gave her no choice and hooked the back of her neck and captured her mouth.
Tight-lipped, Bree held on to his arms. He pulled back. If she had any experience kissing, the boys who'd done the deed had no idea how to teach a woman to please a man.
"Loosen up." He used the pad of his thumb to pull down her lower lip and opened her.
She licked him. The curious action came with no premeditated plan of seduction, and she gave him pure Bree. Curious. Bold. Hot.
Wanting to own the essence of who she was and who she belonged to, he replaced his thumb with his mouth and took her like a dying man with one last thing to say before he scared her and put tonight's idea to rest.
Her knees gave up on supporting her. He pressed his hand onto her lower back, holding her up and against him. Then, he dipped his tongue in the warmest, sweetest mouth he'd ever tasted. She sucked greedily, mixing her tongue with his, stroke for stroke and fucking fucked his mouth. His cock pounded inside his jeans to get to her. To have her do the same thing with her legs wrapped behind him would finally take the edge off of the heartache he'd lived with for years.
Hell, it wasn't an edge he stood on, but a big fucking cliff and one step off, he'd fly.
She squirmed against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He walked her backward, plastered her against the wall with his body, and used his hands to untie the string behind her neck to remove her bikini top.
He pulled his mouth away and peered into her half opened eyes. He needed to slow down. "Know you haven't had sex since you've been with me. Wouldn't let that happen. Kept you for myself."
"I've never..." Her reddened, swollen lips opened again to inhale an unsteady breath. "I've always belonged to you."
She had no choice in her loyalty. He made it impossible for her to think about anyone else. He tried to let her go and gave her the opportunity to experience what other teenagers got to do, but she wasn't like others. She had a world of practice at surviving, and she'd done a damn good job. Then he made her life hell.
He was tired of waiting. Waiting was impossible with her throwing herself at him. He wasn't supposed to want someone her age.
People in the area talked. The club members speculated. He couldn't give a rat's ass what others thought about him and his situation, but he had to protect Bree. They had no idea or understanding of his connection to her.
Her needs. His needs. They fed off each other, no matter the mood.
He gazed down at her breasts, naked for his eyes only. Her ragged breathing brought them forward until her tits brushed him. He let her go, ripped off his vest, tossing it in the direction of the sofa, and grabbed the collar of his T-shirt behind his neck and pulled the shirt off. He needed her breasts on his skin.
Bree's mouth closed and she stepped away from him. Continuing to look at him, she hooked her thumbs inside the waist of her loose cutoff shorts and shimmied out of the rest of her clothes. Bare naked without a stitch of clothing, she returned to him and placed her hands on his stomach seeking guidance.
It hit him solid in the chest that he'd trained her. She never pretended obedience, because she'd grown up in the role of wanting to please him. The only thing they lacked was sex, and she eagerly waited for him to tell her what to do.
"Boots," he said.
She kneeled on one knee and found his laces. He couldn't wait for her to undress all of him and undid his belt, his button, his zipper, and then removed the pistol from his back pocket while staring at the top of her head bowed below him.
Bree gazed up at him. He cupped his hand under her chin and guided her up until she stood in front of him. "Take the gun, carny-girl."
She stood and held out her hand. When she held the weapon safely, Battery dropped his jeans, lifted her up into his arms, and carried her into the bedroom. If he was smart. If he was any kind of man. If he could beat back the need to make her his. He would put her in her room, in her bed, and walk away.
But, he wasn't that kind of man.
Chapter Nine
Caught between excitement and fear, Bree sat Battery's pistol on the nightstand, crawled onto the bed and laid on her back and stared at Battery grabbing a condom off his dresser. She'd seen dicks before. There were times she'd walk into a room downstairs, and one of the members had things going on with one of the women who hung around the house. Other times, the club members would jump in the pond to cool off, and she'd secretly watch them.
But, she'd never seen Battery's dick. Though she'd imagined his cock many times when he lounged around in his boxers. She'd even got a hint of his hardness one time when she was teasing him on the couch during a movie. Several times, she spied him through a partially opened bathroom door and found herself laughing at his extremely white ass as he stood at the toilet. She'd even stared holes in his jeans trying to guess the length, width, and complete size of him.
But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared her for the reality.
His cock, hard and thick, stood straight out from his body leading the way back to her. If she believed Battery looked intimidating fully dressed, he looked deadly when fully naked and aroused.
"Don't look if it scares you," he said, putting his knee on the bed and laying down beside her, his weight pressing against her.
"I'm not scared." She lifted her chin, unsuccessfully ignoring the hardness against her outer thigh and the way her voice raised abnormally high and yet her pussy pulsed separately from her heart beat.
He smoothed her hair away from her face and lifted her head toward him. She opened her mouth the way he told her earlier, and he kissed her. He robbed her mouth, stripping her of her breath until she fought his dominance back and joined in the kiss.
Every inch of her skin broke out in a quiver, first cold, then hot, and somewhere in between she passionately participated in the kiss, and she couldn't get enough. Not only her mouth wanted more, but her lower body hummed for attention, and she hooked her foot over Battery's leg holding his thigh hostage against her.
She needed closer and arched her back to push her breasts against his warmth. He was big, much bigger than her, but not enough of his body touched her.
Battery pulled out of the kiss, looked down between their bodies, and put his hand on her breast. She about jumped out of her skin. Her nipple hardened, peaked, and sent a jolt of pleasure clear through her to her pussy.
"Knew you'd like that." Battery scooted down and put his mouth where his hand was and licked around her nipple.
"Battery?" She patted the bed with her hand to get his attention.
He encompassed her nipple with his mouth, and like his kiss, he sucked, licked, and drew the hardened nub between his lips. Her hips came off the bed and made contact with his thigh, catapulting her pelvis straight up for more contact on a moan that rolled out of her. She had no control over herself.
Battery's mouth left her and he licked her nipple while he said, "That's it, Carny-girl. Get nice and hot for me."
Hot? Her pussy ached with pleasurable heat and the noise of wetness filled the room. As soon as her upper body pressed against his mouth, her lower body undulated against his thigh, riding the hardness of his leg.
The hair on his thigh. God, so prickly and rough.
Ever awar
e of his cock on her hip, pressing, seeking, pulsing, she fisted her hand and beat the bed, not knowing what to do.
"Battery?" Her voice rattled her throat.
"What do you need?" His lips vibrated against her sensitive nipple. "Say it."
I need..." Her hips bucked.
"Fucked?"
She sucked in air and finally out of patience, she grabbed the hair on the side of his head and yanked. "...or something."
The force of her grasp brought his head up. The only warning came from his eyes narrowing and then his hand slid between her legs and his finger plunged inside of her. She gasped in shock and the burn of the intrusion.
"That was mine," he said, roughly.
Her virginity? She panted through the fullness and the awkwardness of having his finger inside of her. She was already his. The night she asked him to take her away from the carnival, she belonged to him.
"Going to take it slow the first time." He withdrew his finger and slowly pressed back into her.
She held her breath waiting for the pain to return, and instead, he soothed and rubbed the soreness and shock away. Her grip on his hair remained tight, afraid if she let go he'd stop, and they'd never have sex.
"Better?" His gaze intensified.
She inhaled deeply letting her body move with his hand. "I think so."
He lowered his head and kissed her lips, long and deep, plundering his tongue each time he thrust his finger. He made it difficult for her to breathe and when she became lightheaded, Battery put his mouth on her neck.
Against her skin, he said, "You've never belonged to anyone, and now you're mine. Don't give it away. Don't abuse it. That hand in my hair...?"
She nodded, unable to answer, and clamped her eyes shut to keep the tears inside. It was hard enough to concentrate when her pussy relaxed and Battery kept pressing against her making her pulse down there again.
"Bree...that hand in my hair stays there." He lifted his head against her hold.
She opened her eyes and blinked up at him, unsure what was happening inside her. Sex was enjoyable, and everyone sought pleasure—the release. The orgasm. The climax.
She'd had her own before when she thought of Battery and put her hand between her legs and rubbed.
This.
This thing that was happening was way bigger than what she could do on her own, and she wanted what everyone else experienced. She wanted what Battery gave to other women. She wanted to be the only one who gave it to him.
"Don't let go. I want to be inside you when you come our first time. Do you hear me?" he said.
She nodded.
"Say it," he said with a grunt.
"I won't let go." She held on tighter.
"That's it." He removed his finger from inside of her and reached over for the condom on the bed.
Perspiration dampened his forehead. She focused on his face, afraid if she looked down and watched him put on the condom, she'd tense up at the size of him. Her body warmed at the thought of seeing, feeling, exploring his body when they were through. She wanted to touch him and find out how he'd react if their positions were reversed and she was doing all the things to him.
Battery's hand landed on the mattress, and he moved over her, separating her legs and pushing his hips between her thighs.
He dipped his pelvis and his head. She gasped in his mouth at the friction below. He moved back and forth, grinding against the outside of her with his hardness. She squeezed her legs, but the bulk of him stopped her.
Battery slowed down and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling, licking, and she exhaled harshly. Her legs relaxed, and he continued to rock against her.
She opened her mouth, and he lowered his head to her neck, marking the sensitive skin. She moaned knowing tomorrow; there would be proof they were together.
The thought of belonging to him encompassed her with excitement. She pressed her sex up against him, rocking with him, and then his cock landed at her opening and she froze.
Battery raised his head and lowered himself to his elbows, bracing her head in his hands. Fully pinned to the bed, she stared up into his dark eyes at the same time he plunged all the way into her and held himself still.
She had tried to be ready, but she wasn't.
Nothing could prepare her for the size of him.
Her pussy spasmed weakly trying to expel him. The fullness of his finger failed to prepare her for having his cock inside of her. Everything below her belly button full of him, she could only hold on to his hair.
"Going to get you hot again." He rocked against her in short back and forth motion. "Pussy is tight, Bree."
Battery's heart hammered against her chest. Heat rolled off his head onto her hands. The strength of him barely contained, he struggled for her. Everything he'd done since he carried her to his home on the back of his motorcycle had been for her.
Her clit pulsed, and her legs weakened, widening and welcoming him closer. His gaze snapped to her, and she let go of his hair with one hand and smoothed the whiskers along his jaw. He could do anything to her, and she'd be fine. Better than fine.
She raised her hips and met his thrust, each one bolder, harder, more determined as his control slipped. Her lower stomach tightened and strained at the pure magnitude of him. She hooked her feet behind his thighs, tilting her pelvis.
The head of his cock rubbed up inside of her, and she gasped at the flash of pleasure. "Again."
He stayed in position, thrusting and withdrawing. Her hand left his face, and she grabbed onto his hair, holding his head in front of her. He stared down into her eyes, encouraging her to take him. Take it all. Take every single inch of pleasure.
Higher and higher, she moved with him. Her body coiled tighter. Her breathing deepened, taking more air. Then her body locked tightly underneath him and her sex contracted. Her neck arched and she exploded in the most powerful range of pleasure.
"Jesus..." Battery's movements became erratic and faster, and he quickly plunged and ground her against the mattress with one long grunt.
She barely started descending from her orgasm, and his head came down, and he pressed his forehead against hers.
God, she was a mess. A wonderful, sated, delirious mess.
"I love you, Battery," she whispered.
He rolled off her, and she let go of his hair. The sudden loss of him in her body stripped her of all her confidence, and she rolled to a sitting position and crossed her arms over her breasts.
"Battery?" she said.
He stared down at his cock until the condom loosened and his dick lost its intimidating size. She stared at the slight red tint on the latex and wondered if it was from losing her virginity or his size that made her bleed.
"Fuck," he mumbled, ripping off the condom and tossing it toward the wastebasket.
A chill rolled up her spine. She never let her gaze leave him, until he walked out of the room and left her in his bed.
The door upstairs slammed.
Chapter Ten
Battery pushed through the door to downstairs after fucking Bree and headed straight toward the makeshift bar and the whiskey set aside for only him. His thoughts raced, pounding his head.
Bree was not ready for him. Not ready by a long shot.
He opened the whiskey and drank straight from the bottle. If he couldn't wash away her taste, forget her pussy, and blind himself to the trust in her eyes as she stated she loved him, he'd ruin her before the night was over.
"Hey, Battery." Mel leaned against the counter. "Can I get you something?"
Ignoring the prospect, Battery scanned the room and found Jana making out with Swiss. He took two more swallows off the whiskey and stalked over to the couple. There was only one way to get Bree out of his head.
Swiss, older than Battery by five years and one of the most dangerous men in Ronacks, sensed him coming and lifted his chin. Battery grabbed the back of Jana's hair and pulled her face toward him, shoving his tongue in her mouth. There was no swe
etness, no innocence, no eagerness found in Jana, only an openness that verged on greediness.
He pushed her away into Swiss's large arms and drank more whiskey.
"Battery, man." Swiss set Jana to the side. "What's up?"
He turned in a circle looking for somewhere to go. "I need to get the fuck out of here."
Sander, LeWorth, Grady, three Ronacks members, came closer at the sniff of trouble. Battery's anger tripled. The same guys that wanted to do the same to Bree as he had done. They all wanted her. She wasn't safe here.
He thought he'd be able to protect her. All he'd done was keep her to himself.
Finishing the rest of the whiskey in one tip, he flung the bottle across the room finding satisfaction in the crash of broken glass.
He fished out the smokes in his pocket and shoved one unlit cigarette into his mouth. It wasn't too late. He could fix everything.
"Swiss?" He searched the room.
The room tilted, and he staggered, finding the Secretary of Ronacks behind him. He needed to set things right before he forgot what he needed to do.
Swiss grabbed the front of Battery's vest. He widened his stance to keep from keeling over. The alcohol helped him think.
"Get ahold of Rod and have him work out something with one of the better businesses we're involved in. I want Bree out of the house and working." He puffed on his unlit cigarette. "Put one of the prospects on her ass the whole time."
"Got it." Swiss let go of Battery and motioned across the room with his hand. "Sander, pick a guard."
Battery walked away from the orders being issued. Jana stepped in front of him, holding her bare breasts in offer. He dipped his head, stumbled, knocking the cigarette from his mouth, and grabbed her around the waist. The smallness of her tit felt foreign and unwelcome, and he pushed away from her.
He walked forward and pushed his way out the door into the night, needing air to clear his head and forget about Bree and how he'd left her in bed. The silence in the yard gave room for his thoughts to invade. He grabbed his head and stuffed the bellow raging inside of him down deep, hating himself for what he'd done.
