by Nicole Snow
What the fuck was I doing? Wasting precious time I could be spending with her, chasing this cheap hole I'd never stick my dick in again?
Not fucking worth it, I thought. Fuck her. She'll fuck up soon enough and some other brother will be the one to toss her out on her defiant little ass. Everything I've gotta worry about's standing right over there.
“Baby, I'm sorry as hell you had to hear that.”
Christa turned away from me. I put my hand on her shoulder, ready to spin her around. Fuck, she was tense.
“I heard what she said, Rabid. Old flame. I get it.” The electric edge in her voice said she didn't. “Is it true?”
She spun around, shooting me a fiery glare. Red was so fucking wrong about this woman being a pushover, and that's why my cock turned to steel. I liked a fight, long as my dick went where it belonged in the end.
“Do you really just want me because you've got some kinda Messiah complex? You want to save me? Is that it?”
Jesus Christ! Where the fuck was this brimstone coming from?
“No, baby! That bitch is whacked outta her gourd. If we didn't have better shit to do tonight, I'd march right in there and throw her over the gate. She's done with me and done with this club. You're the only one I'm ever gonna want. I told you – I want you to be my old lady. I'd never offer that to any chick who put a second thought in my skull!”
She blinked, her face hot and red, overwhelmed. I grabbed her, pinned her to my chest, stroking her soft hair. There was another big difference.
Red's hair was always fake, shaggy, smelled like it was soaked in perfume. Never cared while I was drunk and needed to get my dick wet. But Christa's was all natural, sweet and soft, with just a hint of some honey and her own intoxicating smell.
“Did you think about what I told you last night?” I growled it. Now, I was the bastard on edge, and about to go over it if she got scared.
“Yeah.”
“Well?” I cocked my head, tightening my hold. Fuck, she looked beautiful with the setting sun catching her hair, turning it ruby. “Are you gonna give me a yes?”
Please fucking give it up, babe, I thought. I'm gonna go rocketing right into the sun if you keep me waiting another second.
She smiled, forming little dimples I wanted to lick on my way to biting her bottom lip. “Being an old lady sounds kinda nice. If you're sure you'll never get tired of kissing this messed up face, I'm willing to give it a shot.”
Blood shot through my heart like a grenade going off.
I picked her up, lifted her right off the goddamned ground. She started screaming, laughing, pounding playfully on my back. Fuck the car. We could pick that up later.
“Rabid! Put me down!”
“Not 'til you cut that shit out and give me a kiss. I'm gonna get my brand on you real soon,” I said, carrying her over to my bike and putting her down the backseat. “But not 'til I've fucked all that horseshit uncertainty outta your bones. How much more do I need to kiss and lick and fuck for you to realize I want this? I want you so bad it's hard to breathe, like I'm fucking drowning. You're gonna give it a shot, yeah, but you don't need to worry about shit. You already hit the only bullzeye that matters, and I'm gonna make you see it.”
I reached for her face, cupped her chin, and turned her toward me. I shoved my lips on hers and gave her a kiss so rough I made her squirm. Lightening up when she kissed back, our lips moved like dancers, high on love and anticipation.
I tore myself away after a minute. Had to, or else we'd never get outta this place. It was hell resisting the urge to take those lips again.
Soon. Real fucking soon.
There was just one more part I needed to taste to make her see.
“This, baby.” I planted my lips on the jagged scar going up her temple. “This is what I want. Every beautiful inch of you.”
Something about feeling her skin on mine turned me into a total madman. Once I started, I couldn't fucking stop. Not 'til her head was tipped back and I was moving down her face, making a direct line for her mouth, plunging my desperate lips into hers one more time to finish.
“This, this, this.” I growled through the kiss, loud as I could before tying my tongue up in hers made words impossible.
One hand went to her thigh while I brushed her sweet little lips with my tongue. Couldn't resist the urge to head for the center, where her skinny jeans hid her pussy. Fucking couldn't.
My fingers cupped her there and squeezed. She moaned, flooding my hand with heat.
Fuck, fuck, fuck...
It was like a tiny hot spring in her pants. I started to lose my mind, one rough pull away from unbuttoning her and taking that pussy with my tongue on this bike.
Too bad what I said earlier stood, with the same mad energy I'd felt when Blackjack renewed our oaths to the club. No other brother was gonna see her bare curves and pink perfection but me.
Nobody!
I squeezed her harder, finding her clit through all the denim and fabric. She gurgled into my lips, and I smiled through the kiss, knowing I'd found the right spot.
No, fuck no. This was all mine. Nobody else's.
Mine. I wanted to brand it on her ass and scratch it into her bones. I wanted to tattoo the fucking word on her naked skin with my teeth, right above where her cleavage started and sucked me into heaven. Fuck, I wanted to walk her around town with a leash around her neck and one hand on her ass, ready to kick the shit outta anybody who even looked at her with a little drool on his lips.
I was fucked, destined to be a maniac 'til I fucked her so many times my brain was as numb as my dick, all I could do to shut the voice up in my head screaming that fatal fucking M-word, and two more just as dangerous.
Mine. Soon. Forever.
I just had to be patient for once in my life. If I could wait a little longer without going ape, it'd be all official with my ink on her skin and a jacket on her shoulders. PROPERTY OF RABID sounded pretty damned good right about now, a perfect way to wrap this up. But hell, make that unwrapped, because having her naked underneath me twenty-four-seven sounded even better.
“Let's go.” I ripped myself away, all I could do to break the insane addiction to her flesh. I reached behind her and pushed the spare helmet into her hands.
“Where are we going?”
“Somewhere we can unwind for the night. Not your apartment. It was good for a first time, yeah, but I can think of far better places to fuck your brains out besides an old bed and paper thin walls. Hold on tight, baby. Might as well get your fingers used to running over my body now because they're gonna be holding onto me all night.”
The engine roared to life. Helmets on, I tore outta the garage and headed for the gate, waiting five agonizing seconds for the thing to open. My dick was ready to jump ahead of us and go flying down the street.
It would've been perfect if I hadn't looked behind me. I caught a flash of Red in my mirror, standing there by the door. The little slut must've snuck and poked her head out the second she heard my motorcycle growling.
Well, fuck her anyway. She'd be gone soon enough, and I'd never have to worry about her jealous shit ever upsetting my girl again.
Nothing was gonna come between my old lady and me, especially not something as stupid as that.
For the first time, I could see my future laid out in front of me, something I'd never seen before in almost three decades of passing through life. No, scratch that. My future was behind me with its pretty little hands hugging my abs, and I promised right then I'd never let it slip outta my sight again.
“Jesus. Are you sure you can afford this place?” I laughed when I saw her mouth hanging open.
It was the best resort Redding had to offer, and from now on, my old lady was getting nothing but the very best. I shook my head, packed up our helmets, and headed inside. She seriously had no idea how I was gonna turn her life on its head.
The smart dressed shit at the counter turned his head, trying to hide the derision and fear in his face at
the big biker asshole coming toward him. When I was right in front of him, he couldn't ignore me anymore.
“Yes? Can I help you?”
“Need a room for tonight. Cash.” I reached into my wallet, pulled out three one hundreds, and slammed them on the table. “Will this get us something with a jacuzzi, or am I gonna need to pay more for that?”
The idiot looked like his eyes were gonna pop outta his head. “No, sir. That'll do just fine.”
I thumped my fingers on the counter while he typed our shit in. Turning around, I caught a glimpse of Christa ogling the huge chandelier hanging over the leather seats in the lobby. A man in a tux was playing a piano in the corner – classical shit. I didn't know fuck about Beethoven, but I knew what made my woman smile, and seeing her happy put a grin on my face.
“Here you are, sir. Valet service is available around the clock, breakfast at five thirty, and twenty-four hour room service with a complete drink menu at this number.” He stabbed a chubby finger into the piece of paper. “If you need our wifi password, you'll find it –“
“Fuck, just give me the damned keycards.” I ripped the leathery folder outta his hands and walked towards Christa.
She didn't see me coming when I came up behind her and wrapped a possessive arm around her waist, giving her a hard tug toward me. She squealed. Just the kinda sound that made my cock beat like a jackhammer in my jeans. It was far too similar to the way she'd be yowling when I pounded her into the fancy ass bed soon.
“Come on, babe. Room's all ready. Let's go.”
The place was nothing short of classy. I'd considered splurging and taking a few sluts here in the past, but none of them were worth it. They were quick, trashy fucks meant for rutting out the tension pooling in my balls. The redheaded beauty at my side was the first woman worth a damned thing, the first one worth fucking surrounded by ritz and glamor.
Shit, what was I thinking? She'd be worth my dick any place. Something about the classy stuff put my cock on edge, though. Right now, it was raging to do all the things to her that'd defile this rich, cultured shit. Yeah, I was a twisted barbarian at heart, but my dirty impulses obviously pleased her too.
We rode an elevator up to our suite on the twelfth floor. Soft jazz played inside, and the stars were starting to come out through the glass. Christa shook her head every time she looked at me.
“I can't believe you did this. Nobody's ever treated me to anything this wonderful. Ugh, just wish I'd had some notice. I feel totally underdressed.” She looked at what she was wearing and snorted.
Underdressed? Was she fucking serious? There'd be plenty of time to freshen up later. Maybe after I locked her in our room and fucked her 'til it didn't matter. And last I checked, there was no dress code for sliding my dick into her pussy except buck naked.
Naked. Fuck.
My fist popped out and slammed the elevator to stop. We halted near the seventh floor. She looked at me, eyes wide with surprise.
“I need a taste, baby. Right now while we're here in mid-air. I'm not gonna make it to our room if I don't feel your lips on mine right fucking now.”
She slid right into my arms and I tugged her pretty red hair in my fist. My mouth crashed against hers, raging like a motherfucker, rabid as my name. My free hand reached around, hugging one hip. I squeezed her ass so hard she moaned into my mouth.
For a second, I thought I'd pass the fuck out with all the blood surging into my dick. Those sweet pink nipples of hers were plush against my chest, begging to be sucked and bitten.
Christ.
I took my hand off her ass and brought it around, slamming her gently against the glass while I shoved my fingers down her jeans and panties. Sopping fucking wet. Just what I thought.
“Rabid, this is –“
Crazy, she was about to say. I choked her off by pressing my thumb to her swollen clit and circling it like the doorbell to nirvana. Crazy? Sure, but it wasn't like I knew how to do any of this sane. Hell, I could barely control myself for five goddamned seconds when she wanted me.
The urge to throw her down and fuck her right on the elevator floor was overwhelming me. Two stiff fingers plunged inside her, feeling that wet, warm, quivering velvet I'd have around my dick soon. These soft walls were gonna shake tonight, quake and burn with every inch of her.
My dick never felt like this in my entire fucking life. It was like I'd downed a handful of the blue shit, and the bastard in my pants was so strong he'd beaten my brain into a coma, taking full control of everything. Bad analogy, though, because I knew I'd need my pulse checked if it ever took a fucking pill to get hard for this woman.
“Fuck, baby. You wanna get fucked right here, don't you? No bullshitting, girl.” I scraped my stubble across her neck and sucked the spot beneath her ear.
If the noises she made were supposed to make me stop, they didn't do shit. A second later, I had her wrapped up in my hands, one hand down her pants, pulling her tank top down with my teeth to get my mouth on those tits.
All of a sudden the elevator jerked. I swore, spinning around just in time to see the door pop open. A well dressed old couple stared at us like we were Martians.
Christa froze, completely mortified. Still had two fingers deep in her pussy, and the lunatic bulge in my pants would've been noticeable to anybody who wasn't blind.
Shit. Fuck. I made my decision in about two seconds.
I nodded at the old man and his wife, drew my hand outta her pants, and picked her up. Christa flushed beet red and hugged my neck numbly as I passed between the old folks. I charged down the hall like a bull, not stopping for anything.
It wasn't like I had a choice. Another minute or two, and my dick was gonna go off like a stick of dynamite, blow this whole place to kingdom come if I didn't have her naked and wriggling underneath me.
I kicked open the door to the stairs. “Hold on tight,” I growled, making sure she did before I started up the stairs.
We took the last few floors quickly. I must've set a record for climbing five or six flights of stairs, and the burn in my legs still didn't come close to matching the fire in my balls. What did it matter? A little workout would give us hurricane force sex instead of just stormy loving.
I never fucked harder than right after I was running for my life or spilling some fucker's blood. Preferably both. But these shitty stairs would do, anything to get my blood thudding harder. Adrenaline bored into my brain, channeling my killer instincts into pure primal need.
“Rabid, Jesus Christ! I cannot believe what you did back there.” She shook her head, ashamed and infuriated when we finally reached the door to our room.
“It worked, didn't it?” I grinned, slamming the keycard into its slot and pushing it open. She didn't follow, just stood outside with her arms crossed.
“Come the fuck on. That old boy in the hall looked like he'd been around the block a time or two. It's nothing he hasn't seen before in his wilder days. Trust me.”
“They were old enough to be my grandparents!” She sighed, giving her head another shake. If only she knew how it made her tits bounce. “I'm starting to wonder what I've gotten myself into...”
Oh, no. Fuck no. I wasn't about to listen to any second thoughts.
I stepped out into the hall, grabbed her again, and shoved her against the opposite wall. “Baby, give me a chance, and I'll show you how deep this heart goes. I'm not asking. I'm saying you're gonna do it, and you're gonna love it, even when I make an ass outta myself.”
I leaned my lips in close, just enough to tease, and sensed the heat on her skin. She wasn't fooling anybody with that feisty shit. My cock jerked on instinct when I saw the lights in her eyes.
“It's your choice how we fuck, but I'm having you in the next five minutes. Now, you can follow me inside and take my dick in a nice warm bed with some privacy, or I'll throw you down here and we'll fuck in the middle of this hall. Don't think I won't do it. You saw what happened in the elevator.”
She squirmed, amused fury f
lashing in her eyes. The girl's face said her front lobes didn't know what she wanted, but the heat in her skin told another story. I laughed, grasping her wrists and pinning them to the wall.
I rubbed close, making sure she felt my stubble and the molten bulge about to blaze right through my pants. Fuck, I swore I could practically feel her wet pussy begging for me between two layers of denim.
“You're a pig!” she spat, trying to stay angry, doing her damnedest not to laugh. “Just tell me, is there any part of being an old lady that still lets me be a lady?”
I shrugged. “We're about to wine and dine and bathe in fancy salts when my dick's not inside you. That's gotta count for something, right?”
She snorted. “You're arrogant. You're so sure a fancy dinner and a nice room makes up for embarrassing me. How do you know I won't just slap you across the face and walk out of here right this instant?”
“Your nipples are still like bullets for one thing,” I growled, bowing my chest out, feeling those little pinpricks on my torso. “And I'm willing to bet your pussy's still melting all over itself for my dick. How the fuck you gonna get home in one piece dripping cream all over the place? You'll slip and break your neck.”
She smiled. “Oh, so you're protecting me again?”
I didn't answer. I just nipped at her neck, gliding my tongue along her pale skin. Fucking shit, she was hot. I tasted lava lust rolling in her veins with every lick, every inch of my skin pressed to hers.
Once my hands started, they couldn't fucking stop. They were total puppets for my dick, and he was working overtime to make sure he got inside her before blowing up like a fucking kid on prom night.
“You know damned well what I'm doing,” I snarled, trying to make out the words like a human being instead of a demon. “Are you gonna melt like a good girl and open those hot legs up for me, or am I gonna have to hammer 'em apart?”
I rocked against her, pressing my hard cock to her pussy. I'd rub holes in our jeans right here and make us both come in our fucking pants if she didn't give it up soon.
Yeah, I really was that maniacal. This girl blurred the ying and yang and a thousand other things I couldn't describe in my screwed up system. She turned me to lightning the same way a rod draws current. I had to strike her deep, strike her hard, strike her 'til I blended right into her.
