Slate (Rebel Wayfarers MC)

by MariaLisa deMora

  Dragging the flat of his tongue up to her clit, he lavished attention on that sensitive bud of nerves, using his hands under her ass to hold her firmly against his mouth as she bucked and tried to move away. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he pressed against it with his teeth and tongue over and over, stimulating her ruthlessly. Looking up her body as she moved on the bed, his eyes fixed on her face, watching as she pressed her lips between her teeth to hold back her passion. Slate felt her muscles begin to tense and release, and knew she was close to coming. “Let go,” he whispered.

  He slowly slid his hands out from under her, following her down into the bed with his mouth. Pushing her legs wider, he continued to eat at her, teasing and licking her up and down as he positioned his hands. “God, you are so fucking beautiful, baby,” he muttered, “so hot and wet. Fuck. You are soaked for me, so fucking wet.” His fingers were slick with her, and he smiled at her moan as he grazed her clit with his tongue.

  “Let go,” he said again, his mouth on her. Pulling her clit into his mouth, he brushed and sucked it as he plunged two thick fingers deep into her, scissoring them against her tight inner walls and thrusting them in and out of her. “Come for me, baby. Come on my mouth, Ruby. Let me feel you. Give yourself to me.”

  Her climax came hard, not as a wave or build-up, but as an explosion, and she said his name on a single breathy gasp deep in her throat as she tensed and arched up from the bed. “God, Slate. Oh God.” He was relentlessly pumping his fingers into her, but gradually moved them more deliberately, and he gentled his assault on her with his mouth, slowly allowing her to relax.

  After one final lick, bottom-to-top, feeling her try to squirm away from his mouth, he moved up beside her in the bed. Wrapping her in his arms, he pulled her tight to his side. “Beautiful. Fucking beautiful. Love watching you. Can’t get enough, baby. Let me know when you are ready,” he whispered into her ear, softly kissing her temple. His hands moved restlessly, stroking and plumping her breasts, then trailing fingertips across her belly and into the indent of her bellybutton, garnering a giggle from her, which quickly silenced as she tensed up again.

  “Slate?” she said questioningly.

  “Hmm?” was his response, and when she didn’t say anything else, he lifted his head to look down at her face, his hands still roaming her body. “What is it, baby?” he asked.

  She bit her bottom lip, and he rescued it, sucking it into his mouth and then kissing her hard. “Slate,” she started again, and tucked her chin down, hiding her face from scrutiny. He sighed, settling back beside her and waiting, quiet and still. He could tell she was scrunching her face up and thought he knew what was wrong, but needed her to tell him so he’d know for sure. One corner of his mouth lifted into a smile, thinking, God, she’s a lot of work, but worth it. Taking in a quick breath and blowing it out, she asked, “Slate, you didn’t...um...don’t you want me?”

  He smiled wide at that, pulling her closer; he took one of her hands and brought it down to his rock-hard cock. He wrapped her fingers around it, and dragged her hand up and down several times, letting her feel the evidence of his desire for her. “Baby, I want you so fucking much it’s physically painful. I want to be inside you. I want to own you, to possess you, but this is about more than simple pleasure, and I want you to always know that. This is about us—me and you, and being here together. Fucking is quick, but I want this...I want us to last forever. I will wait until you are ready to have me buried inside you, and fight really hard to not rush you too much.”

  He could almost see the gears moving in her head as she digested that. “Forever?” was the word she latched onto, and he nodded. “For-fucking-ever, baby.”

  Her hand moved on his cock again, and she said quietly, “I want you inside me, Slate.”

  He felt his cock twitch, and grinned against the side of her head as he slid his hips between her legs and she opened to cradle him. “About fucking time. I want you to wrap those beautiful legs around me, Ruby.”

  Reaching down between their bodies to position himself, Slate kissed her hard and deep, holding still with the tip of his cock barely inside her. She’d been so tight on his fingers he knew he had to go slow to keep from hurting her. “God, you are so hot, baby,” he groaned as his hips moved and he slowly slipped into her. “So hot and fucking tight, you’re like a glove wrapped around me; I can feel every breath you take like a caress on my cock. Beautiful.”

  He felt her shudder underneath him, and stilled. “Fuck, baby....fuck, that was like a ripple, tightening around me. I don’t know how much I can take. Every breath you take…so tight. Be still, shhhh a minute. Be still…” he was panting, trying to hold onto his control. Mentally trying to push back the tingles and tightness in his balls, he took a harsh breath and was lost to her scent—vanilla and flowers. “God,” he growled as he pushed deep into her, then held her tightly, unmoving, “you smell so fucking good. I want to eat you up. I could fuck you all day and never get enough of you. Every breath is mine. Mine.”

  She’d inhaled deeply when he thrust into her, and then panted underneath him as they lay still, joined. Using her heels as leverage, she pushed up hard against him, seating him the last inch he hadn’t even realized was waiting. “So fucking deep, baby. Fuck. Be still, just…be still. Be. Still. God, tight. Mine.” He adjusted his arms, pulling the pillow out and caging her head in with his forearms. Kissing her deeply, he slid his tongue along hers again, breathing in deep gasps against her mouth.

  “Baby. Ruby, baby, this won’t...I can’t...I’m not gonna last. God, you feel so good. I’ve waited so long for this. I fucking love you, baby. I love you,” he said as he began to move finally. His declaration continued with every hard thrust, “I. Love. You. Baby. Fuck.” He drew in a deep breath, muttering through clenched teeth, “Fucking. Love. You. God.”

  He kissed her again, and then buried his face in her neck, slipping one hand down her back and cupping her ass, lifting her against his strokes. Sliding his fingers between her ass cheeks, he groaned in her ear, “Fucking wet for me, baby. Fucking drenched. Love fucking you.”

  With his fingers, he spread the slippery wetness around her tight opening, slipping his little finger inside her ass. “I want this ass. One day, baby, I want all of you. You are mine,” he told her, and he felt her begin to go over the edge. “Yeah, baby, come for me. God, yes, fuck…come for me, baby. Ruby,” he groaned as she fell into her orgasm, her inner walls tightening down on his cock hard, pulsing with her climax.

  A handful of hard thrusts later and he was with her, shouting her name and biting down on her shoulder as he came apart inside her. Pushing deep and holding there as his cock throbbed and spurted, coating her inner walls with his semen, he felt her begin to slow and loosen. He thrust deep one last time to the root, hearing her catch her breath, and he felt her legs tighten around him again. “God, baby, so good,” he murmured against the side of her head, shifting his arms to take most of his weight off her.

  “Baby?” he asked, stroking her hair back away from her face, laughing to see the satisfied look on her features, and then laughing again as she made a pout of displeasure when he slipped out of her. “Are you good, Ruby?” he asked.

  Smiling, she tilted her face up for a kiss, running her hands up and down his back. “Yes, Slate, I’m good.”

  He tucked his face into her neck again, smiling. “Me too, baby.”

  Waking the next morning, Slate knew without looking that Ruby was still in his bed. She was tucked in beside him, the warmth of her back to his front, and her face snuggled into the crook of his arm. Eyes still closed, Slate allowed the memory of what they’d done the night before to run through his head. He felt her move slightly, and realized she was awake.

  “Hey, baby, good morning,” he whispered, softly kissing behind her ear, reaching up to sweep the hair from her face. He felt her face move against his arm, and knew she was smiling. “Are you hungry, Ruby?” he asked, sliding one hand up and across her side to her ch
in, tipping her face to meet his, and then covering her mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss.

  She kissed him in return, twisting in his arms so she was on her back, threading her fingers through his hair and holding him tightly. Slate slanted his mouth across hers, hard and hungry, feeling her hips begin to move. He dragged his fingertips down her belly and cupped her mound, slipping his middle finger between the folds and into her, pushing in deep.

  “Baby,” he said as she tried to cover a wince, “you’re sore.” It was a statement, not a question, but she still shook her head negatively. He smiled down at her. “No, Ruby, don’t do that. I won’t hurt you, not for my pleasure. We have a long time to get to know each other, and I won’t have pain in our bed.”

  “Slate, it’s okay,” she said softly, reaching up to cup his cheek.

  “Baby, no, it’s not,” he told her just as softly, sliding down in the bed. He covered her belly in kisses, making her giggle with his nibbling and licks. Settling between her legs, he stroked the sensitive skin with his thumbs, slowly parting her lips. “Oh baby, you are swollen,” he moaned apologetically, kissing her pussy softly. “That’s something you need to tell me in the future. Don’t try to make decisions for me, Ruby.” He kissed her again, gently licking alongside her clit. “Don’t assume what I want. You need to ask me.”

  Ruby’s fingers twined in his hair again, and she tugged his face up, saying, “Slate, you don’t have to do this.”

  He grinned up at her. “Baby, mmmm, I know I don’t have to. What you don’t get is that I want to. This is something I’m allowed to do now, because you are mine.” Running his nose along the skin between her thigh and labia, he kissed and licked his way across to her other leg, and then down.

  “Mine,” he repeated, dragging a calloused fingertip across her clit, listening to the catch in her breath. “Mine,” he said once again, following that with a soft laving of his tongue. “Mine,” he told her with a soft kiss one last time, before he made it his mission to have her breathless and breaking apart on his fingers and mouth.

  About an hour later, strolling into the main room of the clubhouse with Ruby tucked underneath his arm and walking at his side, Slate was prepared for shit from his brothers. He knew they all held Ruby in high regard; she was precious, their Princess. He would simply have to make sure they knew this was Ruby’s decision. He’d given her all the power, and she’d picked him.

  What he wasn’t prepared for was a room full of men all staring at them with hard eyes and bunched muscles. Ruby tensed and went to slide away, but he stopped her with his hand cupping her shoulder, keeping her at his side. She put a hand on his stomach, clutching at his shirt, and her other hand wound in the belt loops at the back of his jeans.

  The two of them had stood there for a minute, two strides into the room, before the men broke into smiles, with applause and catcalls starting in the back of the crowd. “About fucking time,” PBJ said from beside him, reaching out to stroke Ruby’s cheek. Slate smiled and swatted his hand away, growling, “Mine,” at him as PBJ laughed aloud.

  He looked down and saw Ruby’s face was bright red, her eyes cutting from one member to another as the clapping died down. “All right, fuckers, you’ve had your fun,” Slate called. “Stop embarrassing Ruby.” He pulled her along with him as he moved towards the bar. “Is there food, or y’all slackin’?”

  ***

  Sitting in his office, Slate was going over the reports Myron had provided on the existing businesses the Rebels had in Fort Wayne. Everything had settled down over the past couple of months, and the financials showed it. Even Marie’s, the most recent acquisition for them, was turning a profit. At this rate, they’d be able to pay off the loan Chicago gave Bingo to start up the chapter.

  That prompted him to remember the duffle sitting in a locker somewhere, and he opened a desk drawer, pulling out the envelope Estavez had given him days ago. Without looking up, he yelled for Deke, motioning him to close the door when he stepped inside.

  “Who do we have that’s tight with LEO?” he asked. “I have a pickup that has potential for eyes, and I’d like someone who won’t get tagged in case FWPD is around.”

  Deke grinned at him. “Probably your best bet is me then, Prez.”

  “How so, Deke?” he asked, puzzled.

  “My brother is on the force, man,” Deke said. “I’m as close to an inside guy as you’re going to find.”

  “Fuck me…how did I not know this? Well, alrighty then, here’s the deal,” Slate said, and then explained about the locker and cash.

  Deke swallowed and paled. “Holy fuck, Prez, you telling me you’ve left what could be a quarter-million dollars sitting in an unguarded locker for more than a week?” He shook his head. “Are you fucking insane?”

  “Nah, man, just had more important things to take care of.” Slate grinned, thinking about the past several nights with Ruby in his bed.

  Deke shook his head. “I’ll go now; call you when I’m out with the bag,” he muttered. “Fucking shit, man, you are crazy.”

  Slate went back to the reports until there was a knock at the door. Looking up, he saw DeeDee standing in the doorway looking unsure of herself. “Hey, DeeDee,” he said pleasantly. “What’s up?”

  “Hey, Prez, can I talk to you for a minute?” she asked nervously.

  “Sure, anytime,” he smiled at her, and then the smile fell away as she came in and closed the door. “What’s up?” he repeated, wondering if this was about Jason, her suite in the clubhouse, or Ruby.

  “I wanted to talk to you about Melanie. There’re things in her past I don’t know if she’ll be able to talk about, but I really think you need to know, Prez.” She smiled at him then. “I haven’t seen her this bright in a long, long time, and I want to make sure you have the knowledge you need to keep those smiles on her face,” she said, then asked, “Has she talked to you very much about Michigan?”

  Settling back in his chair, Slate tipped his head. “Nada. What happened in Michigan?”

  Taking a deep breath, DeeDee shook her head. “I was afraid of that. Shit.” She rubbed her forehead with her thumb and forefinger. “Shit. Shit. Shit. Okay.” She shook her hands out as if she was readying for a fight. “Right after the accident, Melanie went a little off the rails. She had always been a willful child, and when you put her and my Lockee together, the sparks could fill a room, but this was different, because she was hurting. I didn’t see it until too late, but there was so much going on then I don’t even know if I could have done anything differently if I’d known.”

  She looked up at him. “You’ve heard of the Devil’s Sins, right? They are a Michigan MC from up past Mackinac; they’ve got a few chapters spread across the upper peninsula of Michigan, and over in Minnesota. One of their officers was down here for a sit down, and he saw her. When he left, she had gone with him on the back of his bike.

  “It was willing, at least as far as we could tell. She was too old for me to tell her no, but something felt off. We didn’t see her for more than half a year, and when we got her back, she wasn’t the same, Slate. I only know what she’s shared with me, but he ruined her in ways that are still apparent.” She used her thumbs to wipe tears from her cheeks.

  “How did you get her back?” Slate asked quietly, his eyes fixed on DeeDee’s face. He felt pain in his chest and couldn’t take in a breath; he’d known there was shit in Ruby’s past, but didn’t know what to expect. This was painful to listen to, but he suspected it was gonna get worse.

  “She called me and asked if she could come home, if she could come back...and I begged Bingo. He took a half-dozen Rebels to Chicago and got Mason’s okay, and then they went through Wisconsin into the UP to get her. She was waiting at the gate of a compound there; they’d locked her out and left her. By the time he got there, she’d been standing in the snow for nearly three days,” she said, watching his reactions.

  “Was she this officer’s old lady?” he asked tightly, eyes down; this was shit he
should have been learning from Ruby, not DeeDee.

  “No, not at all. We think he took her to make a point with the Rebels, but then found out she wasn’t leverage. So then she was just...well, you know how devalued women are in some clubs.” She lowered her head.

  “She told me she’d only ever had sex with two men,” Slate said. “Do you think that’s true?”

  Her head came up. “Yes, Demon kept her for himself—that I know.”

  Slate took in a deep, slow breath. “Demon? The Devil’s Sins’ president? That’s the fucker responsible for Ruby’s fear?”

  DeeDee nodded. “For years now, I’ve watched her live with what he did to her. Slow to trust, quick to push away, she’s kept herself alone, even when surrounded by people who care about her. The brothers have tiptoed around her for a long time, and she was...is so fragile. I don’t know how you got close, but I’ve liked seeing the smile on her face over the past week. I like seeing how she looks at you, even when you can’t see her.”

  “DeeDee, tell me what he did. I want to know; hell, I have to know. She’s...important to me, and I’ve made promises to her. I want to make sure I can keep those promises, but I have to know what happened,” he told her, leaning forward and laying his arms on the desk.

  She nodded, gathering herself visibly, and Slate wondered how he could stand to hear this, if it was that bad. “He kept her in a closed room, no window. She said he’d feed her when he remembered, usually after fucking her. Sometimes he’d gag her; she told me he kept her gagged for nearly two weeks one time, only taking it off when he wanted her mouth, or sometimes to let her eat the food he threw on the floor.

  “He kept her naked, and blindfolded her a lot. That way, she’d never know where the next hit or touch would come from. If she backed away, he’d beat her. If she flinched, he’d beat her. If she said anything, he’d beat her.

  Taking a deep breath, she continued, “That was her life; he fucking broke her, Prez. She still has nightmares about it, and she is still so strongly affected by the experience that in some situations, her fear rolls off her in waves. You are the only one she’s let get close and...I love her like my own flesh and blood, Prez. I can’t bear to see her hurt again. I couldn’t stand it.”