Two Sides of Noelle: MC Romance (Demon Rebels MC Book 2)

by Rayne O'Gara

  “So this bet was what, exactly?” Stacy asks and I send her a silent thank you. I’m not sure I can say anything right now. My tongue feels swollen and my throat is bone dry. I would just grab a drink to soothe myself, but he is still standing right next to my beer. Getting closer to him is probably a horrible idea, at least until were alone and not around so many interested eyes.

  “Well, I bet a fifty that I could distract Sweet Thang here long enough for you to come back and win the game.” He answers Stacy with a smirk and winks at me again when he said Sweet Thang. “My friend over there, he disagrees. Caveman doesn’t think that I will be able to stop her from winning.”

  “That does seem interesting. Any rules about me giving advice on how best to distract her?” Stacy winks at me and rubs the tip of her cue stick with blue chalk. Is she trying to kill me? Pushing me into his arms is what she is doing and my anxiety is over the moon right now on how exactly he would distract me. If it has anything to do with him touching me, then Caveman better be ready to fork over his fifty bucks. One touch from this man and I will not only lose the game but I will orgasm on the spot.

  “Who fucking cares about rules? I’m not a man who plays by any rules.”

  Holy shit.

  “No touching.” A deep rough voice tickles my spine, my eyes snap up to the new player in this game. Yes, this is most definitely a game. I’m not ignorant, I see that I’m being played. I just hope the game ends where I want it to. In blissful sexual exhaustion.

  Caveman is freaking tall. Like tree tall. And I’m feet away from him. If I was right in front of him my neck would cramp up, but my head would rest nicely over his heart. He is at least a foot taller than me at five feet six inches in my bare feet. His wide shoulders remind me of a professional football player, with the pads. Long arms, narrow waist, tree trunk thick thighs, even longer legs. Black, buzzed hair cut close to the skull and black eyes that freak me out. So dark I can’t even find the difference of pupil from iris. As a whole this man is intimidating, frightening, a whole lot of scary as hell. So why do I feel safe with him?

  Odd.

  But kind of nice.

  And still scary.

  Like a rollercoaster that freaks you the fuck out but at the same time you know that you wouldn’t be in any actual danger. Or a trapeze, you could let yourself experience the thrill and the danger of flying through the air but be secure in knowing that if you fall the safety net is right there to catch you.

  Freaking odd as hell.

  “So he can distract her with words, but no touching?” Stacy asks Caveman, pulling me back into the conversation. I move my eyes away from Caveman when he nods his answer, to look at the blond man smiling hugely.

  “Thought I needed a babysitter?” He smirks at his friend. Caveman just snorts before rolling his eyes.

  “I’m Stacy, she is Noelle, he is Caveman, and you are?” I’m really insanely happy she is here right now. There would be a hell of a lot of silence if not for her. Queen of conversation? Yeah that’s not me at all.

  “Wood,” he answers Stacy with another smirk that has me rolling my eyes at him this time. Wood? Figures. I also figure that he is the playboy of the group. Stacy nods to Wood before looking over to the still watching redhead.

  “And you are?” Her voice almost purrs her question.

  “Interested.” His brown eyes light on Stacy and my stomach clenches for her—that look was so powerful. Damn.

  My tongue flicks my bottom lip in nervousness before my brain starts to click. Inner competiveness comes online and like a wave, crashes over me. I really want to win this game all of a sudden. Does the question of what happens after the game is over have anything to do with my eagerness? Completely.

  I once again line up my shot, calm myself, pull back on the smooth wooden stick in my hands, and miss the ball completely to hit the banks and tap one of Stacy’s balls into the right side pocket.

  Wood’s hands box me in against the pool table. The heat from his body seeps into my back, so close, but not touching. Another low growl vibrates from his chest. The first one stole my attention and caused me to miss that shot.

  “You have any idea what you bending over this table does to my cock?”

  I open my mouth to answer, but no sound escapes so I shake my head in answer to his question.

  “You think I give a fuck if everyone in this bar watches me fuck you?”

  No, I really don’t think he would care. Shit, I wouldn’t care at this moment. I want to be bad. Really bad.

  “Then stop being a cock tease.” He pushes away from me and stands back by our table. What did he just call me? A cock tease? What was I doing? I’m not teasing, all he has to do is say let’s go and I’m there with bells on. If that makes me a slut and an easy tramp, I don’t fucking care. My body is on overload and he hasn’t even touched me once!

  I line up a new shot, quickly take it, and sink it in the left corner pocket leaving me with just the black eight ball. I look over to Caveman and smile a little at his nod and Wood is…he’s…oh my God!

  Rubbing himself through his jeans. Good Lord is that whole bulge his dick?!

  “Okay, I’m done with this,” Stacy snaps before effortlessly sinking the eight ball, losing and ending the game. “There, sorry you lose the bet, but at least now you can stop fucking her with your eyes and fuck her for real.”

  “Stacy!” I gasp at her.

  “What!?” She spread her hands out in an innocent gesture. “All this pussy footing around is giving me hives, plus your public foreplay is fucking hot so go be wild, my young one.”

  “Seriously, Stacy? You have absolutely no tact.”

  “Who the fuck needs tact? We came here for one reason, they did too. So now go do that reason so I can do my reason with Interested over here. Away with you.” She laughs and points over to redhead.

  There were better ways to do that, God she pisses me off sometimes. But she’s right. We did come here to hook up and we have been easing into it. Turning to face the two men I hope to take home, I slide my cue stick onto the table.

  “Ya’ll want to follow me to my place?”

  Chapter Two

  Noelle

  I can’t believe that worked. But here I am with two motorcycle headlights in my rearview mirror while I turn down my street twenty-six minutes away from the bar. Plenty of time to rethink all of this. But instead of rational thinking, all I see in my head is naked muscled dangerous men laying on my king size bed waiting for me to devour them. I want to devour them. I’m so hungry. I’m trying so hard not to be desperate. But I feel desperate. For taste. Touch. To feel with someone. It’s been so long.

  Turning my car into my driveway, I slide the shifter into park and shut it off before taking in a deep breath, hoping it will calm my nervous shaking a little. Yes, I have had one night stands before, but this is so very different. My heart just might explode it’s beating so fast. Is the danger of being with these two men that detrimental to my health? Would the good of this risk outweigh the bad when brightened by the morning sun? I’m out of my depth. Think like Stacy. Would she sit in her car and cower? Shake with nerves? Or would she grab the men she wanted by the balls and lead them to nirvana? Hell yeah, she would. She would take charge. She would show them who was really the boss in the bedroom. She would, oh shit here they come!

  A large hand raps on my driver side window, making me jump in my seat. I knew they were right there, why was I startled? God, I’m being so stupid. The door opens wide before Wood fills the space between the open door and me still sitting like a moron. A frozen moron. His face is illuminated by my dome light as he leans down closer into my space. Our eyes meet and I am almost undone at the softness radiating from him.

  “Is this something you still want to do, Sweet Thang?”

  Wow, I wasn’t expecting that. Wasn’t expecting that from him. Maybe a joke or some naughty words to get me back into the mood, never the concern he is showing right now. That just really driv
es the point of how much they are strangers to me. Honest curiosity of getting to know him more bubbles inside of me, but I squash it down. No. this is just a one night thing. No wondering. No divulging. No future. I’ve tried that long term give someone your heart bullshit before. She broke me and I will never give that away again, especially since I just put my heart back together.

  No to prodding into who they are.

  “Look, we’ll just go back to the bar,” Wood sighs and a flash of them going back and finding another woman to have tonight plays in my head. Instant regret at not being with them fills me.

  “I want you to stay. I just had a mild freak out, I’m good.” My smile is slow to appear, but it seems to appease him and brings out his own hot flash inducing smile.

  “Thank fuck.” My hand is enveloped by his, the heat he exudes warms up my chilled fingertips. He pulls me to standing and I only wobble slightly on my five inch heels. Why did I let Stacy talk me into these shoes again? Oh yeah because they are gorgeous and make my legs look incredible. “Come on, Sweet Thang. My balls are achin’ to give you a full load.” He turns away and tugs me behind him toward my door.

  What did he just say!?

  We stop on my little porch before I could stammer out anything. “What?” I ask in dumbfounded shock. I can’t believe he just said that to me. And I thought Stacy had no tact. Does he just spout out whatever comes to mind in the moment? Who the fuck says shit like that? And mainly why the hell did I like hearing him say that?

  “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll be plenty satisfied by the time I blow. I can fuck for hours.” He winks at me and takes my house keys out of my fingers to unlock my door. Fucking. Winked.

  I’ll be plenty satisfied? He can fuck for…hours?

  “Sweet Jesus.”

  “Yeah, I also answer to my God, Wood, and hey asshole. But let’s just stick to my God or Wood for tonight, yeah? Unless asshole is where you are wanting my cock, then by all means say that too.” The door swings open and we step in with Caveman trailing us.

  God almighty, what would his snappy retort be if I told him that I love anal sex? Would he have one or would it be the one thing that shocks him quiet? Choosing not to say anything and keeping one of my darker desires to myself, I turn on the living room lights.

  “Oh, I’ll be right back. I only have two on me and I think we’re going to need a shit ton more than that.” Wood turns back to my front door.

  “Two on you?”

  “Condoms, Sweet Thang. We’re going to need more condoms for tonight. I got some in my saddle bags, so won’t be but just a minute.” He starts to whistle and heads back outside letting the door slam behind him.

  Alright then. More condoms. Yeah. We need those. I’m on birth control, but best not to even go in that direction. Wait, how many times is he planning on us having sex tonight? I look over to Caveman standing a good five feet away from me. He still hasn’t said anything to me. The only words I’ve actually heard him say is ‘no touching’ at the bar. Does he want to be here with me? Other than staring at me the whole time, he really hasn’t made a move or anything that would lead me to believe that he wants to be here.

  “Hi.” My voice comes out almost as a whisper. What? Hi? Seriously? That’s what you say to the hunk of scorching hot man in front of you. I’m such an idiot. No surprise to me that he doesn’t answer, just raises an eyebrow at me. “Do you want me?” His left eyebrow reaches up to match his other raised one and my face blushes scarlet.

  “I mean, I know you’re here, but you haven’t said anything and you hold yourself away. So you’re here, but do you actually want to be? I mean—.” His mouth cuts me off, he moved so quickly. One second he’s five feet away, the next his body is flush against mine with his mouth tasting me.

  His rough hand cups my jawline, his thumb resting against my hammering pulse. Caveman’s blunt tongue pushes for instant access into the cavern of my mouth. A moan rumbles from his chest and my knees go week. His teeth nip at my lips leaving little stings before soothing the pain away by sucking and swirling his tongue across them. He is owning me by his kiss alone. My nipples pebble into hard peaks. The fabric of my silk dress is agonizing.

  He pulls away, leaving my mouth open and panting. I whimper at the loss of his smoky taste. My hand is grasped tightly in his before it’s pushed against his jean covered cock. It throbs under my palm. He wants me as badly as I do him. I look up into his face. His unfathomable eyes, cheeks flushed with arousal, his chin covered in stubble that will feel exquisite against my skin. “I need you,” I tell him, my voice husky and pleading. No more waiting. No more nerves. Just pure lust driving me toward gaining our mutual satisfaction.

  “Show him.” The order has my head turning to Wood with the door closed behind him. When did he get back? So caught up in the taste and feel of Caveman I never heard Wood’s stomping feet nor the closing of the door. “Show him how wet you are for him. Us.” His command pulls on something deep within me. There is no hesitation. My hands pull the hem of my dress up over my hips, revealing my drenched purple thong. I quickly grab ahold of Caveman’s large hand and slide it down into my panties.

  “Fuck.” His word comes out as a growl, which has more of my juices wetting his fingers that are cupping my sex. His nostrils flare before a blunt fingertip slides in and stretches my sensitive channel until he is buried to his knuckle. His finger slowly leaves me and I purr when he adds another to the slow finger exploration. I can feel my inner muscles tightening, preparing. Just a few more pumps of his hand and I will be coming. So close. His wrist twists and forces his fingers up and they slide in deep. Forget building. I am coming, now. Screaming out his name, I ride the euphoric waves until my breath evens out and his fingers withdraw completely from my still twitching pussy. His half lidded eyes watch my face he as sucks his glistening fingers into his mouth. Watching him clean my juices from his fingers and hearing his deep moan at the taste of me has me on the edge of another orgasm.

  “Strip her.” Another order from Wood reminds me of his presence. I am so wrapped up in Caveman’s actions I forgot about Wood completely.

  “More.” I turn my confused eyes back to Caveman at his word. More? More what?

  I am quickly undressed and laid onto my red fuzzy living room area rug. My breath hitches when both men strip off their leather jackets with all of the patches and lay them across the back of my couch before pulling off their shirts. The bodies revealed to me has my mouth dried up before flooding in moisture. I’m literally drooling over them. My eyes bounce back and forth between the two, not sure where to concentrate my stare. Wide, lean, muscled, colorful tattoos, arms, abs, light spread of black chest hair, bare chest. I’m in male body heaven. In light of such perfection, my body issues flare up and shyness starts to creep in, but before I can even twitch a muscle to cover up any unsightly areas, the insecurity flees.

  “Fucking perfect. I want that mouth first. Gonna come so hard in that mouth.” Wood groans and kneels by my head, unbuckling his belt before freeing his cock. It seems alive, bobbing and jerking with a mind of its own. The thick veins throbbing with his rapid heartbeat. I want that. Need it. My mouth is watering for it. I want his taste on my tongue, in the back of my throat. God, I need him to fuck my mouth and come so deep into my throat I will still taste his saltiness a week from now. He sees it in my eyes. I know he does because his own eyes flare and he clenches his jaw so tight the muscle ticks at me. “Open for me, Sweets, and I will give you everything you desire.”

  Yes, please. I want to let that side of me out. I want to be bad, dirty, wild. Just this once I want to hold nothing back and be free. What does it matter after all of this is said and done anyway? I can be the freak I want to be and I will never have to look at these men with shame if I let the lust out. Plus, the way Wood is looking at me right now shows his own dark side wanting to slip free and play with me.

  Wasting no more time, I jerk my head forward and in one wet suck I deep throat the silky steel of his
cock. My nose brushes against his shaven skin before tight fingers pull at my hair. I welcome the sharp sting to my scalp and show him by tightly contracting my throat around him. “Fuck. Hold on for this, baby,” is his only warning before pistoning his hips faster and faster into my open mouth.

  A tickle on my inner thighs pull my focus away from the feel of Wood. The tight grip on my head only allows me to move my eyes, but what I am able see lights my rushing blood on fire. Caveman’s massive shoulders spread my thighs apart to make room for him at my pussy. His obsidian eyes partially hidden by half risen lids. His tongue flicks out and licks at his lips.

  “More.”

  My previous question is answered when he attacks my pussy with his mouth. More, he wanted more of me.

  “Her mouth’s like a fucking vacuum. Make her come, Cave, I’m not gonna last much longer.” Yes! I return all my attention to Wood’s thrusting cock and double my sucking efforts. I need it. Need to consume him, to satisfy him. “Shit! Take my cum, dirty bitch. Swallow it all, baby.” Hot spurts of his thick cum slide down my throat and I smile inwardly. My conscience stutters on his use of ‘dirty bitch’ for a moment, but it was quickly shut down. Never had I thought I would enjoy being called names, never. But tonight, yes. Tonight I am his dirty bitch. Tomorrow will dawn soon enough and I will go back to the good girl I have always been.

  “Jesus. Fuck! Make her come, Caveman, she fucking deserves it, holy fuck.” Wood’s words are commanding, but out of breath. I smile at him before my world is shaken.

  The before slow sensual strokes of Caveman’s tongue are gone to be replaced by assault after assault of his mouth, tongue, fingers, and teeth. I’ve had lovers go down on me before, but never, never, has it felt like this. This is a powerful worship. Caveman is worshiping my pussy so devoutly, I am about to visit the pearly fucking gates. My hands rub at the tight muscles of his shoulders and neck, his hot sweaty skin under my palms add more to the fire inside. His teeth nip at my clit before a moan vibrates the entire area that constitutes as my pussy. “Please, please, please,” I’m begging him. So close. The edge of my orgasm is right fucking in front of me. Just one more thing, a little nudge. His fingertip pushes hard onto my exposed button of nerves at the same time as his tongue shoves deep inside me.