by Blue Remy
“Karmen,” I called. Her eyes slowly lifted to look at me. “Why won’t you look at me? What’s going on in that head of yours?”
She set her cup down on the coffee table and looked me right in the eye. “Truth?” I nodded my head yes, wanting to know. “What the hell are you doing here?”
I reared back, shocked by her question. “You want me to leave?” I set my cup on the table next to hers and stood up.
“No! That’s not what I meant.” She stood up and rubbed her hands down her jeans. “I mean I can’t understand why you want to be here. Why… just why!” she said, throwing her hands up in the air. “It doesn’t make any sense!”
I shook my head and ran my fingers through my hair. “Karmen, I don’t know why you think it doesn’t make sense. I like you. I’d like to think that the feeling is mutual.”
“But what doesn’t make sense is why you like me. I am nobody. I can count on one hand the number of dates I’ve been on in my entire life. FYI, that is counting tonight. I’m not skinny, and I’m not fat. I’m not pretty, and I’m not ugly. I’m just… just ME! I’m seriously starting to question your sanity.”
I tilted my head back and looked up at the ceiling. “I can’t believe this shit. Normally it’s the chick trying to convince me to go out with her, not this shit.”
“How I feel is not shit!” she snapped back. She ran her fingers through her hair, causing it to stick up and fly all over the place.
“How you feel about this is shit. Close your eyes,” I ordered.
“I’m not going to close my eyes.” She crossed her arms over her chest and cocked her leg out.
“Do it.”
“No, this isn’t –”
“Do it, now!” I thundered. Her eyes snapped shut, and she bit her bottom lip. She stood there, her body slightly trembling and I’m sure terrified. “Do you want to know why I’m here?”
She nodded her head yes, not speaking. I walked around her, my eyes traveling up and down her body, and I grabbed her hand and pulled it behind her back. She gasped as I pulled her to me and wrapped my other arm around her waist. “I’m here because I want you. You’ve driven me crazy the past year, and I can’t take it anymore.”
She gasped at my words and looked over her shoulder at me. “So it’s just sex you want?”
I shook my head no and leaned down, my lips a breath away from her ear. “If all I wanted were sex, I’d have you bent over this couch already, taking what I wanted.” Her body trembled, and I knew my words were making her want me. “You make me want more. More than I’ve ever had.”
“I don’t have a lot to give,” she whispered.
“You have more inside you than you know. I can tell you hide behind your past, trying to hide away. I’m not going to let you hide anymore.”
“There’s things about my past that you don’t know. My dad killed someone. My mother knew right away she didn’t want me, so she left.”
“None of that matters to me. Your mom doesn’t know what she’s missing, and your father’s past has nothing to do with you.”
She leaned back, resting her head on my shoulder. “I want to hear you, Nickel, but I can’t. I can’t let go to trust.”
“Just stop thinking, baby. Just feel.” I trailed kisses down her neck as she tilted her head to the left, giving me permission I needed. “Feel my lips on your soft skin, baby.” She moaned, a tremor running through her body. “Tell me to stop now, or I won’t be able to later.”
She shook her head no and flattened her hand against my hip. “Please don’t stop, not yet,” she pleaded.
I spun her around and wrapped my arms around her. “Do you know what you’re asking, baby? I keep going; I make you mine.”
Her eyes filled with lust and she rested her arms on my shoulders, “I’m scared that I don’t want you to stop. I shouldn’t want this.”
“Trust me, Karmen. I promise not to hurt you.”
She leaned up on her tiptoes, stretching to meet my lips. “Don’t stop, Nickel,” she whispered.
I crashed my lips down on hers, finally taking what I had wanted for so long. She molded her body to mine, rocking her hips into me. I grabbed her ass, lifting her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist as we devoured each other. I had never tasted a kiss so sweet before. I couldn’t tell where Karmen began and where I ended. “Bedroom,” I gasped, ripping my lips away.
She pointed over my shoulder down the hall, her head buried in my neck while she sucked on my ear. I headed in the direction she pointed, my fingers digging into her sweet ass, itching to touch all of her.
I kicked the door open, and Karmen reached over, flipping the light on. “Bed, now,” she panted.
I walked over to the bed and tossed her down. She bounced on her back and scrambled to her knees, kneeling in front of me. “Last time for me to stop.”
She put her hands on my fly, her fingertips gripping the zipper. “No stopping now, handsome.”
She pulled the zipper down, and I held my breath. Holy shit.
Karmen
I don’t know what the hell Nickel was doing to me, but I knew the last thing I wanted him to do was stop. I slid the zipper down, slowly exposing the cotton of his boxers. I flicked the button open and tugged his jeans down.
He slowly hissed as his pants hit the floor and I tugged on the waistband of boxers. He grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it on the floor. “Wait.” He pulled my hands away and held them over my head. “Slow down, baby.”
He held my wrists with one hand and reached down with the other, pulling my shirt up. “Keep your arms up.” He pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it over his head. His gazed devoured me, his nostrils flaring as his eyes raked over me. “So fucking perfect,” he growled.
“Touch me, Nickel,” I pleaded. He lunged at me, pushing me back onto the bed, his hands roaming, trying to touch me all at once. I delved my fingers into his short hair, holding on as he ravished my breasts.
“This needs to come off,” he mumbled, his lips not leaving my skin.
I leaned forward, snaking my arms under me and quickly undid the hooks. He ripped it off me before I had a chance to lay back down. I arched my back as he teased my nipples, his tongue and teeth, tugging and pulling, driving me insane. “Nickel,” I gasped, feeling his rock hard cock digging into my leg.
“I need you, Karmen. Fuck me, I need you so much,” he vowed. His hands quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and tugged them down my legs. He pulled them off and slowly climbed back up my body, trailing kisses as he moved.
“This can’t be real,” I murmured, looking down at the gorgeous man who was kissing my body like his life depended on it.
“It’s real, baby girl. Get used to it.” He tugged my panties down, tossing them over his shoulder and sat back on his heels. “Fuck,” he moaned, his eyes roaming over me. He pulled his boxers off, balancing from knee to knee. “Your sweet body laid out before me; I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”
“There’s always next time.”
“Damn straight, baby. Now, spread those legs for me.” I slowly spread my legs, my eyes shut as I felt him trail a finger up my leg, his destination clear.
“I wonder if these lips taste as sweet?” he wondered. I felt him move between my legs, a tremor running through my body at the light touch on my thighs. He parted the lips of my pussy, his finger zoning in on my clit, flicking it. “You’re so wet for me, baby, and I’ve barely touched you.”
I moaned as he circled my clit with his finger, almost giving me what I wanted, but keeping it out of reach. “Nickel, please,” I begged.
“All mine,” he whispered. I opened my eyes just in time to see him lower his head between my legs. His tongue flicked my clit, and I dug my hands into the bed, trying not to scream.
I could have sworn I heard him say ‘heaven’ but was in such a fog of lust that the house could be on fire, and I wouldn’t notice. He pumped a finger slowly into me as he
sucked on my clit, a slow burn of passion beginning in the pit of my stomach. Nickel was building something inside me I had never felt before.
“So fucking tight,” he growled, as he pumped his finger slowly in and out.
“Faster,” I pleaded, needing to feel more.
“You need to cum, baby?”
“Yes, God yes.”
“Not without my dick wrapped in your sweet pussy.” He sucked my clit into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth. The sharp bite of pain made me buck my hips, begging for more.
“Mine,” he growled, releasing my clit, flicking it with his finger.
He grabbed something from the end of the bed, ripping it open with his teeth. Thank god someone was thinking. He rolled the condom onto his dick, and that was the first time I looked at it.
It was huge. The condom stretched, forming to his dick, contouring to every bulging, throbbing vein. “Oh my,” I mumbled as he stroked it.
Nickel burst out laughing, his dick bobbing up and down. I refocused my gaze on his face, realizing this man was, even more, handsome when he laughed. “I hope ‘oh my’ is a good thing.”
“It is, I think,” I blushed. He leaned down, caging me in with his arms.
“Well, why don’t we find out?” He reached down, grabbing his dick and stroked it again.
“Are we sure that will fit?” I wasn’t a virgin, but I sure felt like one looking at Nickel.
“I’m pretty sure we were made for each other, baby. It just took us a little bit to find each other.” He guided his cock into my tight hole, slowly pushing in. I bore down on my feet, spreading my legs further, trying to relax as he filled me.
“Fuck,” he hissed when he was fully in. He looked up, his eyes connecting with mine. “Mine.” He slowly pulled out and it felt like I was losing a part of myself with every inch. I reached up, threading my fingers through his hair, praying he wouldn’t pull all the way out.
“You ok, baby?” he asked when just the tip was still in.
I nodded my head, unable to speak. He plunged back in, taking me by surprise and I moaned loud, pleasure overtaking my body. “Faster,” I pleaded with each thrust of his hips. He leaned down, devouring my lips. I ran my hands over his body, trying to remember every plane and valley.
“Say my name,” he ordered, thrusting even faster.
“Nickel,” I whispered, tossing my head back, arching my back. I was on the brink of ecstasy and it would be only a matter of seconds before I tipped over the edge.
“Louder,” he growled, slamming into me. He leaned down, sucking my nipple into his mouth and I moaned, loud. This man knew exactly what to do to drive me insane.
“Nickel!” I screamed as he nipped the side of my breast.
“You’re mine, Karmen. I can’t go back,” he vowed, he reached down, sliding his hand in between us. He stroked my clit, rolling in between his fingers and I felt the slow burn he was building inside me explode, stars exploding behind my eyes.
“Nickel,” I yelled, sure the neighbors could hear everything.
He kept thrusting, sealing his lips with mine. I sucked on his bottom lip, biting it, and he groaned low in his throat and he exploded inside me. He buried his head in my neck, slowly thrusting in and out, his breathing labored and short. I wrapped my arms around him, not wanting to let go.
“I don’t want to move,” he mumbled. He pressed a kiss to my throat and looked up at me. “What the hell did you do to me, Karmen?”
“I’m asking myself the same question.” I laughed.
He rolled off of me, pulling me into his side. “Round two, ten minutes,” he promised.
“Hmm, I feel like one of those ring girls from wrestling are going to walk through the bedroom with a round two sign any second.”
Nickel laughed, his eyes shining at me. “You’re the only girl I want in this bedroom, baby.”
“Good, although I’m pretty sure after round two I might need a nap.”
“Round two and then sleep.” He winked at me, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I’ll be right back, baby.” Nickel rolled out of bed and rummaged around on the floor.
“What are you doing?” I asked, leaning over the edge of the bed, watching him. The span of his shoulders was tattooed with the patch of the club, and his arms were covered in thick, black tribal tattoos.
“Looking for my boxers,” he mumbled, grabbing his pants and tossed them over by the door.
“You were tossing everything around; I have no idea where they sailed off to,” I laughed, looking around the room.
“Fuck it, I was trying to be a gentleman, but I can’t find the fucking things.” He stood up and stretched his arms over his head.
“Hmm, I’m ok with you not being a gentleman if this is the show I get.” I propped my head on my hand as Nickel winked over his shoulder at me.
“Be right back, baby, round two in five minutes.” He walked out the door, his perfect ass tempting me to follow.
I flopped back on the pillow and ran my fingers through my hair. Gah, what the hell just happened? I had finally let go and gone with my gut. Nickel could hurt me, but he could also make me the happiest I had ever been.
I heard my phone ding from the living room and slipped out of bed, pulled Nickel’s t-shirt over my head and padded down the hall. I grabbed my phone, seeing I had a new voicemail from a number I didn’t know and grabbed our abandoned cups of coffee and dumped them in the sink.
“Baby?” I heard Nickel call.
“Kitchen,” I called. Just as I was about to hit send to listen to the voicemail, the number called again.
“Who the hell is calling you so late?” Nickel asked, walking into the kitchen. He had his boxers on, so he must have detoured to the bedroom before walking out here.
“I don’t know,” I said as I swiped left to answer it. “Hello?” I said into the phone as Nickel slid his arms around me.
“Hello, Karmen.” The blood rushed from my face and the phone slipped from my fingertips.
Holy shit.
Predator and prey…
Nix recently transferred to Chattanooga from the Asheville RTMC chapter. The MC’s new gun store needs someone to teach rifle classes, and Nix was a Special Forces sniper in the military.
Tippy came to Chattanooga to start her life anew. She’s a shooter as well, and she won a silver medal at the Olympics, but she uses a different name now and tries to stay out of the limelight. Most deer can’t function in human society, but she’s found ways to navigate modern life without her deer freezing or running every time something startles her.
Wolves are fiercely monogamous when they fall in love, while deer have trouble understanding the concept of exclusivity. Then there’s the fact wolves eat deer in the wild.
A wolf and a deer madly in love and living happily ever after has to be impossible. Right?
Chapter One
Nix
I awakened with a start, my body ready for a fight until I realized what had brought me out of sleep.
A warm mouth on my cock.
Memories of the night before came to me — Duke handing me the Chattanooga patch, the wild party celebrating my move from Asheville to Chattanooga, and then the parade of women I’d fucked throughout the night.
I wasn’t sure which one I’d brought to bed, and I inhaled to see if I could remember her by scent.
Human, and her scent was familiar but I couldn’t put a face to it.
I propped up on my elbows and looked down at her, my wolf sight showing details a normal human wouldn’t see in the dark. The RTMC private rooms are downstairs with no windows, so the only light came from the digital clock on my nightstand.
Her wild blonde hair reminded me who she was, though I didn’t remember her name. She’d been adorably plump with a sweet smile, and an ass that needed fucking.
And now, her tongue worked my cock as her head bobbed up and down with just the right amount of suction, and I sank back onto the bed with a groan. The scent of her arousa
l grew as my cock throbbed in her warm mouth, and I resisted the urge to flip her over and pound her. I wanted to relax and enjoy her mouth and oh-so-skilled tongue a little longer before I hammered her into the mattress.
Two minutes later, memories of her tight ass were too much and I sat up and quickly rearranged her on all fours before I stuck my hand in the still-open coconut oil container on the nightstand. She groaned in protest as I slid oiled fingers into her ass, and I reminded her, “You came while I fucked your ass last night, blondie. Don’t pretend you don’t like it.”
“Sore, Nix. You fucked me raw.”
She pushed backwards and impaled herself on my fingers a few more millimeters as she talked, and I chuckled silently to myself. She might be sore, but she still wanted it.
“Your ass was made for fucking, blondie.”
I sat up, aimed my cock at her asshole, and she pulled away.
“Condom, Nix!”
Fuck. I wear them religiously when I’m in pussy, but wolves can’t catch diseases so I don’t worry with them when I take someone’s ass.
Unless the owner of the ass insists.
I’d shared her with Dawg and Gonzo last night, and then I’d fucked someone else a while before bringing this sweet ass to bed. Even drunk, she’d remembered the condom, so I didn’t bother trying to convince her I was clean. I grabbed a condom off the nightstand, tore open the wrapper, rolled it on, and pressed into her ass.
I’m sure I went too fast, but she took it like a pro and I gave her a long, low groan to let her know how good she felt squeezing my cock.
Her body shuddered as she tightened around me and then tried to relax. I smelled her pain, but it was sweet instead of bitter, and blended well with the spicy scent of her arousal.
There are a couple of kinds of women who hang around an MC. Some don’t think very much of themselves and will give their body to anyone who’ll pay attention to them. Others have their shit together and respect themselves; they just like rough sex. I knew almost nothing about this woman—I didn’t even know her name—and yet I was pretty sure she fell into the latter category.
