Renegade (Moonshine Task Force Book 1)

by Laramie Briscoe

  Her fingers grip my shoulders as she presses against my invasion before moving down. “Keep doing that, don’t stop. Please,” with one hand she grabs hold of my shirt at my stomach. “Just let me get this one first,” she’s thrusting against my fingers, letting the stretch of my shirt give her leverage as she pushes and pulls away.

  “Take what you need, Whit.”

  And with those words out of my mouth, she does exactly what I’ve told her to do. She’s never looked more gorgeous as she reaches up with her hand to expose one of her breasts, continuing to thrust against me. The invitation there, I lean forward, nosing aside the lace of her bra and the flesh of her finger, capturing the taut nipple in between my lips.

  “Yes,” she breathes, sighing deeply.

  Using my teeth, I nip slightly before soothing the burn with my tongue, moaning when she takes my fingers deeper into her core. Turning my fingers, I allow my thumb to stroke her clit, knowing that will get her off faster. When I flick my wrist, she pulls so roughly on my shirt I’m afraid she’s going to either rip it or strangle me with the neck of it.

  “Don’t stop, Ryan,” she chants. “Please don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

  I can feel her opening, can feel her getting wetter, lubing my fingers to go deeper, allowing me to reach into her body. I want to take my fingers out, unbutton my jeans, shove them down around my thighs and plunge home. I want her pussy hugging my cock the way it’s hugging my fingers, but I know without a doubt this is about her and I have to let it be about her.

  Moaning against her nipple, I lick the turgid nub with my tongue, growing harder behind the zipper of my jeans as I feel her nipple grow harder. She’s wild on the countertop and I’m wondering if I should get us down, but to do that, I’m going to have to stop everything I’m doing to her body. Right now, it’s out of the question – I want her to feel this.

  Her body is strung tight as a bow, her thighs are open wide, her mouth is hanging open panting at the things I’m doing to her.

  “Never felt like this before, Ryan, can’t get close enough,” she’s thrusting towards my fingers, opening her thighs wider to get as close to me as she can.

  “C’mon, Princess,” I grasp her around the neck, pulling her head down to rest on my shoulder as I continue to tongue her nipple and finger fuck her pussy. “Let it go.”

  My words are muffled by my mouth against her skin, but she gets it as she pumps against my fingers, and that’s when I feel the crest. Her body slumps, she screams against the fabric of my shirt, and bites the flesh of my shoulder as she comes so hard she stops everything once it’s done.

  I’m worried she’s passed out, until I feel her body shuddering against mine. When I pull back, she’s got a bright smile on her face and she’s laughing.

  “You okay?” I push her sweat-drenched hair out of her face.

  “Perfect,” she grins at me, decidedly evil as she reaches down and grasps my crotch with her hand. “Why don’t you unleash that weapon and show me how good you use it, Officer Kepler.”

  With fucking pleasure.

  * * *

  Down the hall, in her bedroom, I try to slow things down, try to be gentle with her. It’s hard because I feel so much for her. I’ve held things back for so long, and I feel them coming to the forefront of this relationship. If this is the only way I can show her how I feel, I’ll take it.

  Her body is stretched out underneath mine, naked as the day she was born, the soft light from across the room bathing her in a glow. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I whisper in her ear as I move my mouth over the smooth skin of her neck, nipping at the point that’s pulsing out of control.

  “God,” her voice is strangled. “You are too, if you could’ve seen what you looked like walking into my house tonight,” she throws her head back as I continue to make love to the elegant expanse of neck she’s exposed to me. “Those jeans, that shirt, the cocky look you have all the time when you look at my stomach…shit,” she flexes her hands in my hair. “I was wet as soon as I saw you.”

  If nothing else, Whitney makes me feel like I could scale a wall and take on an entire army by myself. Pulling my lips away from her flesh, I reach down, positioning my length at her pussy. “That might’ve been what you saw babe, but what I saw was an extremely sexy woman looking at me like she wanted to eat me up. Immediate hard-on,” I push inside, groaning as she squeezes me.

  I don’t want to hurt her, but tonight I’m in touch with my feelings more than I normally am. There’s not a reason I can pinpoint, but maybe it’s the fact I feel more comfortable with her. She exploded against me in the kitchen, giving me every piece of her in a way she never has before. It was nothing she said, nothing about the way she acted – it was a physical shift in the air between us. Now, I want her to feel it. I want to give her every part of me, pour myself into her.

  Picking up speed, I continue to plunge into her body, and then withdraw. Keeping a steady pace, I push up on my knees, grabbing her around the shoulders and pull her up so we face one another.

  “Oh my God,” she sighs.

  My sigh answers hers. I’m deeper in this position; it allows me to feel every part of her body, every grip of her pussy against me. “Don’t close those eyes,” I command, holding her face in my hands. “Let me see what I do to you, Whit. Let me see it.”

  Our eyes drill into one another, and it’s the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. I can see her pupils get darker, bigger as she continues thrusting against me. Letting go of her face, I move one hand behind her back, letting her recline partially as my other hand goes to her breast. My fingers pluck at the taut nipple, and that’s all it takes for her to grind against me, moving her hips in a circle. As I thrust and thrust harder, each time letting her pull me deeper, she’s smashing her clit against my body. As hard as she came before, I think we’re both about to come even harder.

  “Feel good?” I twist her nipple harder, grinning as she groans, trying to close her eyes against the sensation. “Keep those blue eyes open, baby.”

  “You know it does,” her voice is strangled again.

  “Feels good for me, too. You wanna come, Princess?”

  “Fuck yes,” the words are ripped from her body. There’s always something so hot about hearing her say fuck. The image she presents is so buttoned up. When I can pop one of those buttons, it makes me feel like the manliest man in the world.

  Grabbing her hips, I piston into her without slowing, even as hers start to match mine. Sweat rolls down my body, sliding against hers as I push her back to the bed, and climb on top of her again. I stop thinking about everything and let my mind completely blank out to concentrate on how good the act between us feels. I don’t expect it when my rhythm falters and the orgasm takes me by surprise. Not wanting her to be left behind, I stick my hand between us, flattening my thumb against Whitney’s clit as I continue to pound into her. That’s when I feel the rush of wetness against me, the loss of tension in her body, and the small moan she makes. As we stop pushing against one another, she fights for breath.

  “I feel like I owe you for that one,” she giggles against my neck.

  Suddenly an idea pops into my head, panting against her as well, I pull back. “Let me take you out on a date.”

  It’s one of the most important questions I’ve ever asked her. Going out on a date means she isn’t ashamed to be seen with me. If we’re honest, that’s what I fear – that I’m okay to fuck while nobody knows, but never okay to be seen with in public.

  Her face gives away the surprise at my request. “If you want to take me out, and aren’t scared to be seen with an older woman, then I’d love to go out with you.”

  Hearing her words and knowing my own fear, it makes me realize possibly we were both scared of the same thing, just on opposite sides of the spectrum. “Tomorrow,” I kiss her cheek. “Tomorrow I take you on a date.”

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Renegade

  “These are for
you,” I hand Whitney the flowers I brought over. I figured if we’re going to do the dating thing, I might as well pull out all the stops. Even if I did get her flowers last night. Every woman deserves to be wooed, and I will totally woo the fuck outta her.

  She smiles as she dips her head down to inhale the scent permeating the plastic they’re in. “You always get me the best smelling flowers.”

  “I wanted to be sure you remember this occasion. It’s our first date,” I remind her, following her into her house.

  After being relegated to indoor dinners, I can’t believe I finally got her to agree to appear in public with me. I’m happier about it than I probably should be, because it still doesn’t mean anything in the grand scheme of things. She’s still unsure of me, and I know that, but I’ll prove to her I’m the real deal.

  “I’m excited about our date,” she says as she adds the flowers to the same vase with the ones from last night, before grabbing her purse and walking out of the house.

  “I am too, but I do have to say, I never took you for a bingo player.”

  When she told me she wanted to play bingo, I thought maybe she was pulling my leg, but after talking with Tank, I found out Whitney’s kind of a bingo aficionado. It was hard, talking to him about her without giving anything away, but I asked in passing acting like I was taking another girl out on a date, wondering if Whitney liked it. Imagine my surprise, when Tank told me everything I wanted to know.

  “Oh no, I love bingo; especially since they outlawed cigarettes. Now my hair doesn’t smell like smoke when I go home.”

  We get into the truck and I notice for the first time, she’s carrying a small bag along with her purse. “Whatcha got there?”

  Her face turns a pretty pink, and I wonder what I’ve hit on.

  She smirks, a twinkle coming to her eyes that I’ve never seen before. There’s an air of mystery there, and a little bit of sin if I’m being honest.

  Her blue eyes cut over to me, I can see them in the dim light of the evening sky when I risk a glance at her. She unbuckles her seat belt, scooting over to sit next to me on the bench seat, before she clasps the lap belt. Whitney leans in closer, and my pulse quickens when I feel her breath, hot at my ear.

  “Lingerie. I’m gonna proposition you in the ladies room between the second and fifth game, you won’t see it coming. Nobody goes to the restroom during the game because they don’t want to miss out on any money. We’ll be completely by ourselves, and given the noise of that bingo hall, we can probably scream as loud as we want,” she drops a soft kiss on my neck as she pulls back.

  I’m clutching the wheel so tightly my knuckles are white, and as we come to a stop at a red light, I shift it in park before I lift up in my seat, adjusting my jeans. “Goddamn woman,” I’m speechless, I don’t even know what to say.

  At a loss, I clear my throat. “What in the hell do you really have in that bag?”

  She giggles, before she pulls it across the seat, putting it in her lap. Winking as she puts her hand into the opening, she pulls out a zip up hoodie.

  “In case I get cold, and these,” she shows me five dabbers, all different colors. “They’re lucky and they help me keep my games straight,” she explains.

  “You’re killin’ me, smalls,” I joke. I roll the window down, wishing it was winter weather, but enjoying the cool breeze as much as I can, hoping like hell it cools my libido before we get there.

  We’re quiet as we drive along the streets of a town that could be confused with Mayberry, but on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights it looks like NASCAR’S come to town with the amount of cars and trucks parked along the sides of the roads. Judging by how far back I’m going to have to leave my truck, we probably should have left for this particular bingo hall around noon.

  “Will they still have a place for us to sit?” I tease her as I sling my arm over her shoulders, checking the road before we cross and making sure I walk next to the traffic.

  “Yes,” she laughs. “It’s just popular. You’ll see, once we get inside, it’s huge. I mean we could probably fit a football field in there if we truly wanted to.”

  “I had no idea this many people loved bingo,” I whistle through my teeth, gazing at the couples, ages ranging from teenagers to about ninety, make their way towards the front doors.

  “Me neither until I started going,” she admits.

  Tugging on the ends of her hair, I make her look up at me as I look down at her. She rests her head on my shoulder as we continue walking slowly. “Why did you start going?”

  “Loneliness mostly,” smiling in the sad way she does sometimes. “After the divorce, I needed to be around people, and bless his heart, I couldn’t take hanging out with Tank anymore. So I lied and told him I joined a singles group.”

  I chuckle loudly. “Instead you started playing bingo?”

  She laughs so hard she has to stop for a second. “Yeah, but what can I say? I got good at it and ended up making enough money to help finance part of my business.”

  “And you go to church on Sunday with that sinning heart,” I tease her again.

  Whitney moves in front of me, turning to face me. Leaning in, she goes up on the tips of her toes to kiss me softly. “Sinning here is nothing like what I’ve done with you. The world needs more sinners like us.”

  I shove my fingers into her hair, cupping the nape of her neck with my fingers. “Sinning with you is my favorite thing to do.”

  Her eyes close and she leans her forehead against my nose, because that’s as far as she gets, even on tiptoe. “Mine, too.”

  My dumbass heart swells, and I bite back all the romantic words I want to tell her, because I know she still isn’t ready. I disentangle my hands from her hair, running them down her back, until I let them rest on her ass. “C’mon,” I give her a tap. “Show me what all the fuss is about.”

  “Get ready, Ryan,” she says over her shoulder as she drags me towards the door. “You ain’t never seen anything like this before in your life.”

  Whitney

  I wonder if I looked the same way Ryan does right now when I walked through the doors of this place for the first time. It’s overwhelming to say the least, all the noise and people. And did I mention the noise? Tables are as far as the eye can see in the main room, and then in other rooms there are different games of bingo going on.

  He leans down so I can hear him. “Holy fucking shit, Whitney. This is bananas.”

  “I know,” I laugh. “I love it! Let’s go get our game cards.”

  As we stand in line, Ryan lightly touches me, his arm over my shoulder holding my back to his front. It feels good, knowing he’s here with me, letting him touch me this way. This is what I’ve missed more than anything. Having someone who stands behind me and supports me. With this guy, I know I never have to worry if he’s going to support me. He’s made me believe it with everything he’s done. It’s hard for me to put those words out into the open, but I know one day I will. One day I’m going to tell him how I feel, but until then I’ll show him.

  My hand grasps his where it rests against my chest. When he mindlessly begins rubbing my fingers, I nuzzle my chin towards our clasped hands. If I’m not careful, this man could be big trouble for me.

  “How many do you want Whitney?”

  The cashier recognizes me and I’m trying not to show my embarrassment. He already knows I come here a lot. “Let’s get four,” I tell him. “Two for me, and two for my friend.”

  I’m reaching into my purse to grab my wallet, when Ryan’s hands stop me. “Don’t even think about it, Princess.” It’s weird, even in my marriage, I paid for things. Not that we didn’t have a joint checking account, but it was always up to me to take my card out and pay for things.

  I like Ryan taking care of me, love the fact he treats me like someone special. I’m not just a good time to him, and I think above everything I’m truly learning that, if nothing else.

  We grab our game boards and thread through the crowd, wa
ving at people we know along the way, trying to find a place to sit. One thing about this man of mine – and I do admit he’s mine, at least for right now – he doesn’t let go of my hand in a crowd. He brings me along as he looks for some empty seats.

  “Over there,” I point to him, gesturing towards the back of the bingo hall.

  It takes us another ten minutes to get over there, but once we do, the loudness of the place has been cut in half. Over here, out of the way, it isn’t nearly as bad as in the thick of everything. “We’ll have to wait for the new game,” I explain as we get our stuff set up. Glancing over at him, I notice he doesn’t have his own dabber. “Do you want to use my blue one?” I hold it out to him, almost as if I’m offering him a sacred piece of a puzzle.

  “You sure?” he quirks an eyebrow at me. “These are lucky and all, what if some of the luck rubs off on me?”

  Turning my head to him, I smile. “Maybe you need some luck, Ren-e-gade,” I tease him the way I did when we met at the bar.

  “Please pew pew for me,” he ruins it and makes me stick my tongue out at him.

  “I’m never going to live that down.”

  “No,” he agrees. “Not in a million fucking years. That’s okay though, it was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen someone do.”

  We’re quiet for a few minutes as we watch the comings and goings, ebbing and flow, of the crowd. “You want something to munch on while we play?” he asks, motioning towards the concession stand.

  “Nachos and whatever drink they have that’s lemon lime would be amazing.”

  As I watch him walk away, I realize other women watch him too, and I want to scream out he’s mine. I have a claim on him, and for one of the first times since this all started, I truly realize I want the claim. I want him to tell people about me, I want to tell others about him. And with great clarity, I realize I’m also the one that’s been holding us back.

  It’s hard, but as I sit there in the crowd of people, I vow I’m not going to hold us back anymore. Whatever happens is going to happen, and if it’s good, I have to be open to it. If it’s bad, I’ll live through it the same way I’ve lived through all the other shit in my life. But it’s very clear that if I do nothing, I’m going to lose out on something amazing.