Snake (No Prisoners MC Book 5)

by Lilly Atlas

  “Did you report him?” Somehow, he sounded human, in control.

  “No. Not yet. And I don’t know if I’m going to. No witnesses. Not sure anyone would believe me.” She shrugged. “I haven’t decided what to do yet.”

  “You just came here and drew a picture of him on the wall so you could demolish him, huh?” A smile crept across his face. She was something else.

  “And I gave him a small penis.”

  “Right.” He picked the sledge hammer back up. “Well you’re safe to kill him as long as you stay between those marks I made.”

  She grinned and bounced on the balls of her feet, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Her breasts moved with her, drawing his attention and turning him the fuck on. “Gimme,” she said, holding her hands out for the hammer.

  He held it just out of her reach. “One more thing. Tell me what you drew between his legs.”

  She frowned. “A small penis. I said that.”

  “Nuh uh.” He shook his head and pointed to the sketch. “This man touched you against your will. He bruised you. He threatened you. He scared you. What did you draw?”

  A light shade of pink traveled from her neck to her cheeks. She met his gaze and bit her bottom lip.

  God, she had no idea how fuckable that mouth was.

  “I drew his small dick.” She whispered the last word.

  “What kind of small dick? And louder.” He handed her the hammer and bent back to the tool bag.

  “Small, limp dick?”

  He chuckled as he stood. The words sounded so unnatural rolling off her tongue. “You asking me or telling me? And louder.”

  With a deep breath, she looked him right in the eye. “His tiny, shriveled, limp dick!” she yelled.

  “Atta girl. Go get him.” He took a step back and tossed her a pair of safety goggles. “Don’t need to lose an eye on top of everything else.”

  “Thanks,” she said. And then it was as though he disappeared. She turned toward the wall as he slipped his own pair of goggles on. The hammer weighed quite a bit and could be difficult to swing, but she tossed it over her shoulder like it was made of feathers. “Here you go, you limp dicked bastard.” With a roar, she brought the hammer crashing through the wall.

  When Snake recovered from the shock of hearing those words leave her pretty mouth he burst out laughing.

  For a few minutes, she went wild on the wall, letting the hammer smash her stick drawing again and again. Dust clouded the room and chunks of drywall shot off in all directions, biting into his skin every few seconds. He ignored the small stings in favor of letting her expel her demons.

  After a few moments, she tried to lift the hammer for another swing, but her arms had given out and the steel head of the hammer clunked to the ground. She bent at the waist and rested her head against the handle, her breaths coming in loud gulps.

  Still breathing heavily, she rose to her full height and smiled. Strands of caramel-colored hair had escaped the messy pile on the top of her head and stuck out in all directions. Bits of drywall clung to her hair and a layer of dust covered her skin. “Man, that felt good.”

  Snake couldn’t join in her celebration just yet. His gaze was fixated on the bruising on her arms. It bothered him deep in his gut. But why? He’d never treated women well. He’d roughed up a few in his day, not for sexual reasons—maybe that’s why this bothered him—but for information, revenge, payback. Hell, that’s how he’d gotten himself injured in the first place. He’d used a rival club member’s woman for his own personal gain and when it blew up in his face, he kidnapped her and was less than gentle in his treatment of her.

  Never before had bruises on a woman, on anyone really, bothered him so much. He closed the distance between them and cupped her upper arm.

  “Wh-what are you doing?” Her breathing hadn’t returned to normal yet.

  What was he doing? He didn’t have a fuckin’ clue. With one thumb, he stroked the purple skin. He’d done this to Emily, put marks on her skin. Sure it wasn’t for the same reasons, but the results were the same. Amanda wasn’t his woman; hell she wasn’t even close to his woman. The hatred and rage Jester must have felt toward him began to make sense. The brutal beating he sustained at Jester’s hand became understandable. Fuck, he was ready to do the same to Dr. Michaels and he had no claim on Amanda whatsoever. Had he been in Jester’s shoes, he wouldn’t have stopped until he was dead.

  “Nick,” she whispered and her breath hitched again, but this time it seemed to have nothing to do with exertion. Desire burned in her eyes. Desire for him? It was almost unfathomable, but then she had no idea who he really was. No idea the things he’d done.

  In the next instant, Amanda fisted his T-shirt in her hands and yanked him to her. She rose up on her toes, but still had to pull him down toward her to fit her mouth against his. And she did. Her soft lips pressed against his and her sweet, winey flavor shocked his senses.

  He had no idea what to do. Him, who’d fucked more women than he could remember. Him who was rough, dominant, and demanding. When was the last time he’d kissed a woman? Years? A decade? Maybe more. Kissing wasn’t part of his sex life. It was intimate and loving and connected people. Sex of any kind, for him was about one thing. Getting off.

  “Please kiss me back,” she whispered against his lips, uncertainty tinging her voice.

  Christ, he was standing like a stone statue while a gorgeous, sexy woman was all over him. He gave himself a quick mental kick in the ass and got with the program. One hand slid around the back of her neck, gripping her at the base of her skull. He anchored his other hand low on her spine and pulled her flush against him until every soft curve of her body sank into him. Then he walked her back until she bumped the wall.

  He claimed her mouth in a kiss somewhere between gentle and harsh. Her intoxicating flavor hit him again and he was lost. She opened to him immediately and he slid his tongue into her mouth teasing, tasting, testing. There was nothing tentative about the way she kissed. It was as though she poured her heart and soul into the act.

  Her lips were soft and warm. She moaned into his mouth and he wanted to devour her. The kiss grew deep, hot, drugging and he never wanted it to end. In his pants, his cock was harder than it had been in years, but for once he had no problem making it wait for satisfaction. He simply couldn’t tear himself away from her mouth.

  The kiss was sexually charged, for sure, but about so much more than just a prelude to an orgasm. She wasn’t just any woman. It wasn’t just body parts meeting to scratch an itch. She was Amanda, and she was everything he wasn’t. She was honest and giving. Soft but strong. She was just plain goodness.

  It was as though he discovered light after being in darkness for more years than he could count and he never wanted it to end. He’d gladly die here, slaking his lust with nothing but the meeting of hungry mouths.

  Amanda was healing something in him he’d never noticed or cared was broken.

  And it was his undoing.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Oh my God, Nick was kissing her. And kissing her. And kissing her.

  It was like no kiss she’d ever experienced. It seemed almost as though he was baffled by the kiss. Like he wasn’t sure what to expect, wasn’t entirely confident in the act.

  One second he’d be taking her mouth with deep, toe curling kisses, then he’d ease up to a light and playful pressure. Like he wanted everything possible out of one kiss. Every time she thought he’d take it further, move to her jaw, her neck, her aching breasts, every time she tried to guide him to those areas with a tilt of her head, he gripped her head tighter and held her fused to his mouth. Eventually she stopped trying to control anything and gave herself over to the passion.

  An unknown amount of time passed where Nick did nothing but possess her mouth with a single-minded focus. Her breasts grew heavy with need and her soaking wet sex throbbed for him. This was build up and anticipation to the max. If he ended the kiss and didn’t take it further, she might die f
rom unfulfilled lust.

  After a few more minutes of mind-melting kisses, Nick pressed his pelvis into her stomach, the hard ridge of an erection unmistakable and Amanda wanted to shout the victory. There was no way in hell he’d ignore that lead pipe for too long. He was a man after all.

  In a move that shocked her to her core, Nick jerked his mouth from hers and stared down at her. His chest rose and fell just as violently as hers did as he fought for air. “Fuck,” he said on exhalation.

  “I’m hoping that’s where this is heading,” she said.

  The gray of his irises had deepened to resemble a dark storm cloud and his nostrils flared. There was something in his expression she couldn’t read. Something that made him hesitate to take this further. He looked like he was battling some kind of internal war.

  Well, it may have been quite a while since she’d initiated anything with a man, but she still remembered how to make a move. Amanda gripped him by the shirt and spun them until he was the one with his back against the wall.

  He hit it with a grunt. “What—”

  She dropped to her knees and went to work on his leather belt. “You looked unsure. Figured I’d step up to make sure this night ends on the right note.” With a wink, she got the belt loose and unsnapped his jeans.

  “Amanda, you don’t have to do this.” His arms hung at an awkward angle, suspended by his waist as if he had no idea what to do with them.

  But she did. She had one man today take control form her. Bruise her. Hold her against her will. Now she had another man she wanted and this time she would be the one in the position of power. The one in control. She didn’t believe for one second that Nick was inexperienced when it came to sex. He practically oozed testosterone, but for some reason he seemed hesitant and insecure. Well, in about fifteen seconds, she’d fix that.

  With slightly trembling fingers, she drew his zipper down and worked his pants over his mighty fine ass. She couldn’t help but let her hands linger over the firm globes as she lowered the denim. Visions of gripping his ass to pull him even deeper as he pounded into her almost made her lose her focus. That particular fantasy would have to wait a few minutes.

  When the pants and boxer briefs cleared his hips, his erection sprang free, almost knocking her in the nose. Her eyes widened and she looked up at him. “That’s…impressive,” she said. And it was. God, it was going to feel unbelievable inside of her, stretching, pulsing, thrusting.

  She expected some kind of arrogant response, but he just stared at her, frozen in place as though he was stunned by her behavior. Maybe he’d never had a woman be so bold with him. No matter. He’d get over it with the first swipe of her tongue.

  “Amanda,” he said in a strained voice. “I’m not sure this is such a good—oh fuck me.” He groaned and his head hit the wall with a thunk.

  Amanda chuckled as she closed her mouth around him. The initial plan was to tease him a bit, lick him and nuzzle him until he was begging her to suck him. But that wasn’t going to be enough for her. She needed to send him over the edge.

  She took him to the back of her throat with only a small gag and still didn’t have his entire length. The man was blessed with some serious inches. She swallowed the best she could around the head.

  “Fuck, fuck,” he chanted. Smoldering eyes burned into her.

  She drew back until just the tip remained in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it with a small hum. Then she repeated the process, taking him deep, swallowing and almost releasing him, over and over.

  “Jesus, fuck, Amanda.”

  She smiled around his cock. He was losing control; she sensed it. Any moment now he’d take the control from her; he was just that type of man. One hand gripped his ass, holding him just where she wanted him. With the other, she cupped his balls and gave a gentle squeeze. She could almost hear his control snap in that moment.

  His hands slid into her hair, disrupting her messy bun and grasping the strands in a firm hold. He took over, moving her head against his cock as his hips thrust as well. Amanda worked to keep up with his pace, relaxing her throat and breathing through her nose as best as possible. He dominated her and she loved every second of it. This was exactly what she’d wanted. This was raw, and sexy, and so damned hot the house might go up in flames.

  He thrust in and out of her mouth, his strokes getting stronger. Every few seconds she gagged around his dick, her eyes watering with the effort to keep pace with him.

  “God, you suck me so good. Your mouth was made to suck my cock.”

  She had to agree. There was also a good chance her pussy was made for his cock, but that remained to be seen, hopefully in the very near future.

  For now, she reveled in her power. He may have controlled the pace and may have had her on her knees, but she had him by the balls and if his guttural grunts and moans were any indication, she held all the power here.

  The woman was blowing his mind. Her hot mouth sucked him like she truly loved having his cock in her mouth, and she’d completely given herself over to his rough nature. Still fully clothed, she knelt at his feet and accepted everything he threw at her.

  It wasn’t the most skilled blow job he’d ever had—some women at the club practically made a profession out of it—but it was done with enthusiasm, lust, and a true desire to rock his world. He didn’t know what to make of that, and he couldn’t think beyond the need to come.

  Would she let him fill her mouth? Swallow him down? Maybe he should give her a warning, a chance to pull back and finish him off with her hand if she wanted. Not something he’d ever cared about before, but then this entire encounter was new to him.

  Her small but surprisingly strong hand left his balls and joined its counterpart on his ass. She squeezed the cheeks and his eyes crossed. His insides felt like they were boiling, everything turning to cum and threatening to shoot out of him. “Shit, I can’t hold it in. What do you want?”

  He loosened his grip on her head, giving her the option to pull away. She only gripped him harder and pulled him in. He slid so deep into her mouth his balls almost hit her chin, and he wasn’t short on length.

  She swallowed twice, in rapid succession and moaned low and deep. Her throat muscles strangling the head of his dick combined with the vibration along his entire length shot him into space and he lost his grip on reality. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cried out as he pumped every drop of cum he had into her mouth.

  Nothing had ever felt this good. His muscles twitched, and his vision blackened. In that moment, he was totally vulnerable. Up merged with down, right with left, nothing made sense except a sharp lash of pleasure that slammed into him.

  Amanda stayed with him, cleaning him with small licks and kissing his thighs and his softening dick until he couldn’t bear it anymore. Sensitive beyond reason, he nudged her head away and allowed his shaking knees to buckle. He slid down the wall and met the self-satisfied gaze of Amanda.

  On all fours, she crawled until she sat next to him against the wall. Then she threaded her fingers with his and rested her head on his shoulder.

  He was holding hands with a woman. Like he was in some kind of romance movie, when not five seconds before he’d been fucking her mouth like she was some club whore. Nausea swamped him. Christ, what had he done? What was he doing?

  Mixing this alternate reality with his real life was a huge fucking mistake. Amanda was good, decent, and kind and he’d treated her like some kind of slut. But that’s all he knew, because he only knew one kind of woman. Only wanted one thing from women.

  He couldn’t do this—mesh Snake with Nick. They weren’t one and the same. He’d left Nick behind years ago to claw his way into power in the MC world. Now Nick was sneaking back into his life, fucking with his head and his emotions. Hell, Nick was even fucking with his dick. He needed to remember he was Snake, and this time living in a sleepy mountain town away from the MC wasn’t real life.

  “So,” Amanda said, a playful lilt in her voice. “Not that I didn’t lov
e having you in my mouth, but I’m wondering just how long you need until I can have you in me in other ways.”

  He almost chuckled. Far be it for Amanda to just come out and say pussy.

  “Although, I suppose you could pay me back with something besides that monster if you prefer,” she said as she pointed toward his crotch.

  Nick wanted to join in her playful banter. Nick also wanted to bury his cock in her and watch her shatter around him. But Nick wasn’t welcome anymore. Snake was back in control and had to remain that way. Casper had to pay for what he’d done, what he’d taken from Snake, and nothing, especially not pussy, would get in his way.

  Then why the hell haven’t you left yet?

  That question had been swirling around in his head the past few days. He ignored it each time. He still wasn’t one hundred percent. When he was, he’d leave. At least that’s what he kept telling himself.

  He untangled his hand from hers and patted her on her thigh. “I’m all good for the rest of the night, babe.”

  Her head popped up from his shoulder and her eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

  “I’m good. Thanks for that, though. It was pretty fuckin’ spectacular. I’m gonna hit the sack.” He pushed off the ground and started for the exit.

  “Hold up there a minute. You’re good? And you’re leaving? That’s what you’re saying?” She stood as well, sparks of anger shooting from her eyes as she advanced on him. “Well, um, at the risk of sounding like a shrew, what about me?”

  He snorted. Amanda couldn’t sound like a shrew if she tried. She was too damn sweet. With a shrug, he faced her. “What can I say, babe? I didn’t force you to your knees. You dropped there on your own. You wanted some cock, so I gave you mine.” He shrugged. “Now I’m ready to go to bed. No big deal.”

  Five seconds ago, her face had flushed crimson with anger, now the color visibly drained starting at the roots of her hair.

  “So, thanks for sucking you off, but you’re not gonna throw a fuck or even a good fingering at the girl who was apparently so desperate for some cock she decided to gift you with a blow job. Got it. Next time I’m in such a bad way, I’ll stick to my vibrator. At least BOB is willing to get me off.” She stormed past him, knocking her shoulder into him as she went by. When she reached the door way, she spun around. “Fuck you, you selfish asshole.”