Slate (Rebel Wayfarers MC)

by MariaLisa deMora

  “So you have a dog named Dog, but not just Dog…she’s named Dammit Dog?” He laughed hard at that, grabbing onto the column at the corner of the porch to steady himself. “That is a fucking awesome name for a dog, and she is this awesome reddish color. What a great story, Charlotte. Your mom sounds fun.”

  She nodded, flattening her lips. “She is…was.”

  Andy finished his coffee and carried the mug back into the kitchen, washing it in the sink. Lottie followed him in, leaning against the countertop. “What does your day look like, beautiful?” he asked, moving closer to her, sliding the back of one finger down her neck into the folds of her robe and slowly back up again.

  Her breath caught in her chest, and her chin lifted so her eyes met his. “I’m off today, unless one of my jobs calls me in.”

  He deliberately brushed the inside swell of her breast with his fingertip. “What do you want to do today, then?”

  She bit down on her bottom lip hard, closing her eyes. “I don’t know, Andy,” she whispered, bringing her hand to her mouth, covering it tightly. She turned her head away from him, but didn’t move her body.

  Something didn’t feel right to Andy, and he slowly dropped his hand, stepping away. As he moved, he saw the tears begin to flow down her cheeks. He reached out and pulled her into a gentle hug. “Hey, hey. Hey now...stop that...baby, don’t cry. Everything’s going to be okay.” He stroked her back softly. “Beautiful, baby, don’t cry. What did I do?”

  She shook her head silently, pressing hard into him. Fuck me, he said inaudibly as he tipped his body back at the waist, keeping her belly in contact with his hip, but trying to give her space. “Charlotte, what the fuck have I done wrong?”

  “Andy, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m pregnant,” she laughed at herself through her tears, pulling away, “so my hormones are crazy.” He frowned at her, sensing she was hiding something and had been all along. He was on the fence about what to do, from the basics of stay or leave, to a more advanced notion like pressure her to tell him what she was hiding from. He chose something simpler, something he was sure she would really like. “Charlotte, would you like to go for a bike ride?”

  ***

  They sat down to dinner around the table in the kitchen; Randall asked about their day and listened with interest as Charlotte described the ride they’d gone on. Andy saw real joy on her face as she talked about the places she’d shared with him, and he knew her father saw it too. After they were finished eating, Andy gathered their dishes and washed them in the sink, using his damp rag to wipe down the table too.

  Hearing Randall call a goodnight from the living room, Andy wondered again at their easy acceptance of his presence in their home. Neither of them had questioned whether he would be staying another night; it seemed to be a given. Leaning one hip against the countertop, he closed his eyes for a minute; he was tired again, and ready for bed.

  There was a feather-light touch on his hand a split second before fingers wrapped themselves around his palm. Without opening his eyes, he brought her hand up to his mouth, running his tongue boldly across the knuckles followed by a kiss. “Charlotte, what are you up to, beautiful?” Opening his eyes, he saw her shy smile and pulled her into a loose hug, rocking back and forth with her in his arms.

  “Are you wanting company in bed again tonight, Andy?” she mumbled against his chest.

  His sigh was big, but happy sounding; he was sure of it. “I’d love your company again, beautiful. We both slept well last night, so here’s hoping for a repeat.” Her terrycloth robe was gaping open a little, and it looked natural and unconscious. He didn’t think she had a premeditated bone in her body; she was honest and real.

  Reaching over and turning out the lights, he tucked her underneath his arm, holding her close to his side. They walked up the hallway like that, turning in when they got to the door that lead to her room. “I need the room down the hall for a minute,” he said. Kissing her temple, he released her and walked down to the room where his things were stored.

  He grabbed his bathroom stuff, and headed down the hall. Looking in the mirror, he saw an unfamiliar uncertainty and fear reflected in his eyes. He didn’t know what Charlotte was expecting, and that was unsettling. Hell, the whole past couple of days were unsettling. He didn’t know why he had come here...or why he was still here.

  Finishing up his bathroom routine, he dropped his stuff off and then walked into Charlotte’s room, again dressed in his sleep shorts. Scanning the bedroom, he saw a puddle of fabric beside the bed, and noted her shoulders were bare above the sheet. She had to be naked under the covers, giving him an idea what her expectations might be.

  “Lottie, are you ready for lights out, beautiful?” He paused in the doorway. She nodded, adjusting her belly pillow and pushing her face into the arm folded underneath her head.

  Turning out the overhead light, Andy slipped under the covers behind her and found that she was indeed nude, except for her panties. Pressing his chest against her bare back, he gently stroked from her ribs, down to the back of her knee, and back up. Pushing with his leg to bend hers, he slid his groin tightly against her ass, gripping her hip to pull her curves back into him.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured against her neck, “you’ve got to tell me what you want…or tell me if you don’t want anything other than this, to be held. I need some direction, baby, because I know what I want, but this needs to be about you.” Hand sliding down her side again, his fingertips dragged over her ass and down between her legs. “Baby,” he kissed her shoulder, “talk to me.”

  “Andy, this feels amazing,” her whisper floated over her shoulder, “but I don’t know what to ask for. That seems so greedy, and you’ve been so nice already.”

  “Shhhh,” he said, “tell me what you want. Show me.”

  Her fingers wrapped around his hand, tugging it forward and up to her breasts. She wound her fingers into his, pressing his palm against one breast, cupping and molding it gently. “I like that, a lot,” she said, her breath hitching as he pinched her nipple lightly, rolling it between his finger and thumb.

  “God, yes. Talk to me, baby,” he whispered, trailing kisses over her shoulder and down her arm. Andy licked firmly back up to her neck, nibbling and biting a trail to her ear. Flexing his hips and pressing his hard cock against her ass, he gently licked the shell of her ear, remembering she had liked that last night.

  Her body was shivering, shaking all over, and her breath was coming erratically. He whispered in a rough voice, “I want you, Charlotte. So much. I want to be inside you. Tell me if this is what you want too. I need to stop now if it’s not. The choice is always yours…always, always yours,” he kissed her shoulder again, “but know that I want you very much.”

  He knew he had to be honest with her and remind her of something before she made a mistake in the heat of the moment. Taking a deep breath, he growled low, “Baby, Charlotte...you need to remember I’m only here for now, not forever. I won’t be staying long, so please, don’t do anything you’ll regret. I want you, but I won’t leave you sad and lonely.”

  Reaching back, she stroked his cock through the fabric of his shorts. “I want you too, Andy.” Turning her face for a kiss, her tongue stroked against his, licking along the edges of his teeth and then letting him dive into her mouth. “I want you,” she repeated, kissing him deeply, and then she pulled back and whispered, “but I don’t have any protection.”

  Pressing his mouth against hers desperately, he ate at her for a minute, angling his lips across hers again and again, bringing his hand up to cup her jaw. “I’ll be right back.” He pulled back enough to speak. Standing, he was taking in great gasps of air as he tried to control his desire. Gathering a couple of condoms from his things, he returned to her room and found her waiting, covers thrown back.

  Kneeling beside the bed, Andy worked her panties off her body, dropping them on top of her nightgown already on the floor. He tugged her legs towards him, leaving her heels on the b
ed; his hands pressing her knees apart, and opened her legs further with the width of his shoulders.

  Stroking up her legs with both hands, he let his thumbs lightly rub across her labia, pressing barely inside with the tips and then withdrawing. Finding her clit with his fingertips, he slid them in circles around it, never quite touching as it stiffened and came out of its hood.

  Dropping his head, he kissed up the inside of one thigh, and then transferred his attention to the other. Keeping the rhythm of his stroking fingers and thumbs, he licked and kissed her legs alternately until he reached his hands. Lowering his mouth to her, he used the broad surface of his tongue to lick her from bottom to top again and again. God, he’d known she would taste sweet; it felt like he’d been waiting for this all day.

  Thumbs pressing into her entrance farther with each successive penetration, he used them to spread the wetness through her folds and up to where his fingers teased her nub. He slid and thrust his tongue into her, stiffening it and using it to replace his thumbs while he continued rubbing gently. He murmured against her, “So good, Lottie. Goddamn, you taste so good.”

  Sitting back on his heels, his mouth hovering above her, breath whispering out across her hot wetness, he asked, “Baby, is this good for you? Do you like this, beautiful?” He was rewarded by a low “yes” on an outrushing breath.

  Dipping his head back down, he pulled her clit into his mouth; he sucked and nibbled at the bundle of nerves, then flicked it hard with the tip of his tongue. Her hands were in his hair now, tugging his face tighter against her pussy, her hips were pumping in time with his touch.

  She was making little noises deep in her throat as he stroked and licked faster. Separating her folds, he carefully pushed one thick finger deep inside her, thrusting and withdrawing in time with the movement of his mouth and tongue. She twisted on the bed, tugging firmly on his hair.

  He withdrew his finger, lined up a second one with the first, and slid them both deep inside her. Thrusting in and out smoothly, he was finger-fucking her hard while sucking sharply on her clit, listening to her cries of passion.

  Her thighs tightened alongside his head as she shattered, and he kept eating at her as she came. She called his name breathlessly as she came powerfully, and then quieted, stroking across his head with the palms of her hands. Curling her fingers under his jaw, she pulled him gently upwards until she could reach his shoulders. Urging him up on the bed, she guided him to her face, and kissed him deeply once he was within reach.

  “I taste myself on your lips,” she whispered against his mouth. He felt her lips curve up, and knew she was smiling. She lifted against him, pulling him into another kiss as she arched and stretched.

  Andy was counting from one to ten over and over, trying to rein himself in. God, he wanted to bury himself inside her, letting her walls that had felt so silky against his fingers wrap themselves tight around his cock. Fuck. One, two, three...so soft...Fuck.

  He kissed her deeply, his mouth slanting over hers hard as their tongues slid and thrust against each other. Pulling back a little to catch his breath, he raised his hand, stroking his fingers across her cheek. Deliberately, he slowed down the kiss, making it less deep, less frantic.

  She moved, and he felt her fingers slip into the waistband of his shorts. “Baby,” he started but had to stop when she wrapped her hand around him, taking his breath away. Her fingers didn’t reach all the way around the girth of his cock, but she gripped him tightly. He tried again, “Ahhh...beautiful, you should…” and stopped again as she stroked him firmly, pumping up to the rim and then down to the root twice.

  Charlotte rolled, facing away from him, shifting her grip on his cock and wiggling her ass backwards. She positioned him against her opening, wiggling again and dipping the head of his cock inside her.

  “Baby, stop. Stop. Let me put a condom on.” Shifting his hips away, he slipped out of her. He ripped the foil and quickly rolled the sheath down the length of his cock, looking over at her waiting on him so impatiently. Moving back into position behind her, he let her grip him again with her little hand, thrusting firmly through her fingers and then stilling, letting her set the pace.

  Arching her back, she pushed her ass backwards again, tipping her hips to line them up. Andy gripped her hip and slowly began sliding into her, feeling her heat engulf him.

  Pausing when he was inside a few inches, he struggled to speak, “Ba—” sigh, “Baby, tell me if it’s too much. You have to tell me; I don’t want to hurt you. God, you feel goo—”

  She pushed back, taking him inside to the root, grinding her hips down into his crotch as she stole his breath and voice away. She groaned out loud, and tucked her chin down to her chest. Sliding her hand down and around her belly, she reached between her legs and stroked him where they were joined.

  “Beautiful, I’m going to move. You ready?” he growled, listening for her approval. When it came, he slowly slid out of her to the very tip, then stroked back into her deeply. He focused on the welcomed additional pressure of her fingertips touching his cock between her legs.

  Establishing an even, smooth rhythm, he leaned his forehead against her back as his fingers wrapped around her hip, pulling and pushing her against the movements of his thrusting. He was deep inside her when he felt her inner walls begin to tighten and clamp hard around him.

  “Andy. Oh, Andy, I’m going to come again,” she cried, tipping her head back into his shoulder. He kissed her cheek, then pressed his forehead against her back again. His climax was so close; the tingling deep in his belly was growing, moving down, lifting his sac tight against his body. He was moving faster in response, but he needed to wait for her, thinking, God, please, go now. Soon, please.

  “Come for me, oh God...please.” Abandoning his deep thrusts for shorter, faster pumps of his hips, he called out, “Come for me, Lottie.” The new rhythm pushed her over into another orgasm, and he felt her clamp tightly around him as the muscles in her whole body tightened. She grew still, pushing back firmly against his cock and holding there.

  A few short, frantic thrusts later, he groaned his release into her ear, growling her name as he stiffened and came, emptying himself inside her.

  They settled down into the bed, muscles slowly relaxing and loosening. She moved a little and his cock twitched, his stomach muscles jerking. She gasped, and he heard the smile in her voice. “Andy, that’s naughty.” He tightened his muscles again, deliberately moving his cock inside her as she squeezed down on him.

  “Point made,” she said with a laugh, and he shifted, slipping slowly out of her. She made a little sound of disappointment, then turned onto her back so she could reach his face. Stroking down his cheek with the backs of her fingers, she turned her hand to let her fingertips play across his lips. Tugging on his bottom lip, she pulled him down for a kiss.

  “Thank you,” she sighed against his mouth, “that was wonderful.”

  “Oh, beautiful, it was wonderful for me too.” He kissed her again. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I tried to be careful, but you were so hungry and ready.” He chuckled darkly.

  “I know, and no, you didn’t hurt me,” she yawned, “but you did wear me out, sir.”

  He kissed her one more time, smiling. “Wait here, baby. I’ll be back in a minute. Let me clean up.”

  He slipped out of bed, taking care of the condom and coming back with a warm, wet washrag. Gently and carefully, he cleaned between her legs, depositing a lingering kiss there before he covered her up with the sheet. By the time he returned to her bed, she was nearly asleep, turning drowsily in his arms and snuggling into him.

  He lay next to her, listening to her breathing far into the night. He smiled softly when she made noises in her throat and wrapped herself around him tightly, wedging her baby belly into his hip. She was so sweet, and desperately in need of a support system, and he had an idea where they could find one for her. As he dozed off to sleep, he was still making plans in his head.

  ***


  “Let’s go for a ride again today, beautiful,” he said idly, looking out from the porch and taking a drink from his coffee. He glanced over at Lottie, seeing her smile as she anticipated the wind in her face again.

  He’d already made a couple of calls that morning, waiting for her to wake up. He knew she didn’t have to work today; she’d mentioned that yesterday evening at dinner. Now, he just needed to get her on the bike, and that meant they needed to get out the door.

  “Go get dressed; let’s hit the road for a couple hours,” he told her as he tossed the rest of his coffee into the yard, and then took his cup inside, washing it in the sink. He straightened his things in the guest bedroom, not quite packing, but readying everything. He’d probably be on his way tomorrow; it was time to get moving again.

  Andy worked their way south on country highways, gradually angling towards the town of Longview. He’d gotten directions earlier, and was waiting to feel her hands tighten on his shoulders when she realized where they were headed.

  Anytime now, he thought. They were close enough now that she might...her fingers gripped him like vises, and her breasts and belly pressed into his back suddenly. “Andy don’t go this way. Let’s head home, okay?” she called to him.

  He shook his head, making the last turn that would bring them to a house on the corner, a house with dozens of motorcycles parked in the margins of the yard and in the wide driveway. Idling into that driveway, he pulled about a bike’s length in before rolling to a stop.

  “Andy, this is not a good idea,” she spoke firmly into his ear, her hands tight on his shoulders. “In fact, this is a terrible idea.”

  He shook his head, seeing the faces in the windows and shadows approaching the doorway from inside of the house. “It’s a great idea,” he said, shutting off the bike’s engine. He put down the kickstand, but remained sitting on the bike, keeping it balanced.