“It’s probably better I don’t come in,” I returned, but everything in me screamed to go inside with her.
“Coffee?” Meekly spoken in her husky voice, the offer grabbed me in the guts, and I closed my eyes.
After a deep breath and huffed exhale, I chewed on one of my lip rings, then turned my truck off. “Sure.”
Before I could help her down, she had the door open and was getting out.
“Venom, you’re fucking up,” I muttered into the empty cab. Then I followed her to the back door of the house.
“You don’t have a light back here?” I asked as I glanced around, trying to scope out the shadows. My eyes locked on her when she replied.
“Yeah, but it’s not working.”
Making a mental note to see if one of Snow’s boys could fix it before I left, I followed her inside as she flipped on lights. I stomped the snow off my boots onto the mat. We’d entered into a small, outdated kitchen. The sunflower wallpaper was faded and peeling in some spots, but the room was tidy.
She busied herself with pulling mismatched mugs from the cupboard, spooning coffee grounds in the filter she placed in the basket, and filling a coffeepot with water.
“I didn’t know anyone used real coffeepots anymore. Thought everyone had those one-cup things,” I said as I leaned against the counter watching her.
The pot was full, so she poured the water in, slid the carafe under the basket, and waited.
“That’s an unnecessary expense for me at the moment.” She crossed her arms and shrugged.
Neither one of us made small talk as we waited for the coffee to finish.
When it was done, she poured us both a cup. “What do you take in your coffee?”
“Nothing. Black is fine.”
“Of course.” She smirked, then handed me my mug. I took a cautious sip of the hot brew as I watched her do the same. She moved to the table, so I followed, sitting across from her.
“How long have you known Grams?” I asked. In all my visits, I couldn’t remember seeing her, and she wasn’t a woman anyone forgot. She was fucking little, but she had an edge to her that was sexy as fuck.
“Little over a year. Since I moved to Iowa and into my aunt’s house,” she said as she motioned around to the house we were in. I’d known she wasn’t from here by the slight twang in her voice, but now I wondered where she was from.
“Where’d you move from?” I asked.
“Texas” was her brief reply.
“So what brought you here?” I shamelessly prodded.
She set her mug down on the scratched-up round table with a clunk. “Needed a fresh start. Why don’t you live by your grandmother?”
I may not have been able to manipulate her emotions, but I could sense them like a bloodhound on a scent. Without even touching her—another strange phenomenon for me.
She was being evasive.
She was also incredibly horny, and I found myself shifting in my seat in an effort to find a little relief. It wasn’t working.
Too young.
Bad idea.
Don’t do it.
Trying to convince myself of those things was like trying to hold water in an old rusted bucket.
“I need to go.” Not “I should go.” No, I fucking needed to leave. Immediately. I stood and put my cup in the sink. When I turned, she was behind me, and I almost ran into her. She jumped, and coffee went down the front of her shirt.
“Shit,” I muttered.
“Shit,” she reciprocated as she pulled the shirt away from her chest. “That was still pretty hot.”
I took her cup from her hands and set it next to mine and grabbed a towel from the stove handle. Without thinking, I slipped it up under the thermal shirt she wore. The back of my hand grazed the swell of her tits, and I cursed inside.
With my free hand, I grabbed paper towels from the roll and pressed them to the top of her shirt.
“I can get it,” she whispered, but her voice caught. We both had our eyes trained on the front of her shirt. I cleared my throat and removed my hands. She took over, and I experienced the weirdest ache in my chest. Something I wasn’t sure I’d ever had happen to me.
The scent of her arousal rolled over me like a wave, and I groaned under my breath as I fought the need to pull her against me. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” Her deer in the headlights expression belied the thick lust sending her heart rate into overdrive.
“You don’t want this,” I said with a shake of my head.
She blinked a few times, then I saw the resolve hit her a split second before I sensed it.
“Maybe I do,” she uttered with conviction.
“Fuck,” I muttered as I squeezed my eyes closed. “This is such a bad idea.”
Not sure if I was trying to convince myself or her, I sucked in a deep breath, then boldly stared into her soul. I raked my teeth over my bottom lip, catching my piercings before I gave in.
I knew it was a mistake, but I convinced myself it was only one night.
“Fuck it.” My hand gripped her hair, and I dipped my head to capture her lush lips with mine. It was explosive, and her emotions were amplified by my own, sending my need into something insane.
Her mouth opened, and when my tongue stole inside, hers tangled with mine before her teeth nipped my top lip. I tasted the rich coffee on her tongue, and it only added to exotic spice.
One hand in her hair and one clutching her ass, I lifted as she jumped to wrap her legs around mine. If I could’ve melded her body to mine, I would’ve. I couldn’t get close enough, and I wanted her clothes off immediately.
Grinding against her, I sat her ass on the table.
When we parted for air, I moved to her jaw, tracing my teeth and kisses down her neck. Minimal movement had her wet shirt on the floor. Her tits tasted of coffee as I trailed my tongue over the top curve and into her cleavage.
Desperate fingers pulled my beanie off, and it joined her shirt on the floor. Her fingers laced through my hair and tugged. With a growl, I bit her nipple through the plain cotton bra. Her needy groan spurred me onward.
Deftly, my fingers unbuttoned her pants and started to tug them off while I also unsnapped her bra, freeing her to my seeking tongue. Sucking on first one nipple, then the other, I drew back and pushed on her chest to lay her back.
“Lift,” I ordered her as I grabbed the waist of her jeans. She did, and they quickly hit the floor.
Startled eyes met mine. “We can go to the bedroom, you know,” she said before she gasped when my mouth trailed the skin at the top of her panties. My hand was freeing my cock when she tensed.
Pausing, I looked up at her. “Look, this is two people who wanna fuck. Nothing more, nothing less. I don’t need a bed to stick my dick in you and make you come like you’ve never done before.”
Second thoughts skittered through her eyes, and I felt it ripple through me. Sensing her withdrawal, I stood. I’d started to right my jeans when she grabbed my wrist, and I hissed in a breath at her touch.
“Wait.”
I waited. One brow raised, I cocked my head to tell her I was still waiting.
“Don’t stop,” she finally whispered.
With a growl, I ripped off her panties and slid my thumb through the wet slit of her needy pussy. When I pushed the tip of it in, she raised her hips with a whiny mewl. Something broke loose in me at that noise, and it was like a rubber band ball unraveling.
“Baby, you just woke up the beast, and there is no way it’s going back to sleep now.” Desperate need like I hadn’t before experienced hit me, and I lined my cock up. Two shallow strokes to wet the end, and I thrust in balls deep.
“Oh my God! Yes,” she panted out as her hands gripped the edge of the tabletop.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I said through gritted teeth. Nothing had ever felt so goddamn good in my life. Then I realized why and jerked out.
“Shit!” I berated myself, because I’d never been so stupid before. “
You got a condom?”
“What? Shit!” she gasped in surprise. “You don’t have one? Don’t guys like you travel prepared?”
“Guys like me?” I questioned with a choked laugh.
“Yeah, sexy tatted-up bad-boy guys,” she replied.
“Well, I didn’t come to my grandmother’s with the intent of getting laid, so no. You on the pill? Cuz I’m clean, but it’s your call.”
“Mirena,” she replied, and I raised a brow. “IUD,” she explained.
“Good enough,” I said as I shoved my cock deep in her tight cunt.
“Fuck,” she moaned and I gave her a wicked grin. Because that was exactly what I planned to do.
I lifted her legs over my shoulders and leaned in until her thighs were pushing on her chest. One hand braced on the table by her head, the other with a palmful of perfect tit, I went to work.
Every movement was pure unadulterated ecstasy.
All thoughts of our age difference, the reasons this was a bad idea, they all dissipated.
Then, needing more, I tugged her closer to the edge, dropped one leg to hook over my arm, and wrapped my hand around her thigh. The change in angles had me groaning as I drove hard and deep.
“Yes! Harder!” she demanded. The beast within thrashed and unfurled as I gave her what she wanted.
The table was banging against the wall with each powerful thrust, and her hands were all over me. Nails scoring my shoulders and my back, she was lost in the pleasure I was pounding into her. Grunts escaped us both as her first orgasm barreled down on her. I could feel it building until, like an overfilled balloon, it exploded.
Covered in sweat, I fucked her through the blast and roared as the sensation became too much. With a few more strokes to ride out her lingering spasms, I filled her pussy with enough come that I imagined it leaking out of her for days.
Shaking, I dropped to my elbows and rested my sweaty brow on her shoulder. A shaky breath escaped me.
“Goddamn,” I stuttered.
“My thoughts exactly,” she huffed out.
Though I told her I didn’t need the bed, we sure as hell ended up there. Her ass in the air and my fingers digging into each juicy globe, I fucked her again. I’d have given anything to fuck her tight little ass, but there was no way she was ready for that.
Another round had her on her knees at my feet, my hands tugging hard on her hair as I fed my cock down her throat. Truly, one of the most awe-inspiring moments of my fucking life.
Then the last time was in the tiny-as-fuck shower with her against the wall and her fingers pulling on my hair.
Late in the night, she lay spent and heavy-lidded in the messed-up bed as I dressed.
“You can stay, if you want,” she offered with a yawn.
“No, I can’t,” I firmly replied. I’d made enough mistakes for the night. Sleeping with her naked body curled into mine would be one too many. Because something told me if I did that, I’d never want to leave.
That wasn’t me.
Instead, I leaned down and kissed those swollen lips that had been wrapped around my cock not long ago. “See you,” I told her, though I had no intention of doing so because I knew it would be a bad move. Worse than the one I’d already made that night.
A content curl of her lips was my reply as she snuggled into her pillow and sighed.
The corner of my mouth rose as I stared at her. Christ, she looked even younger with her dark hair spilling across her stark white sheets and her face relaxed in sleep.
“Yep. You’re a dumb fucker, Venom,” I murmured to myself. She must’ve heard me in her sleep, because she mumbled something into her pillow, then was still.
As I let myself out, I dug out my phone. I hit the last number I’d called after letting my brothers know I’d made it safely.
“Hey, Venom, everything okay? It’s late as fuck,” Snow, my good friend and the president of the local Demented Sons MC, muttered.
“You sleeping? Figured you boys would still be partying,” I said as I climbed into my truck. When I told him I’d be up for Grams’s appointment, he’d been thrilled. They’d invited me to their clubhouse for their Friday night party, but I’d declined, planning to spend the night with Grams.
“We are, but I was a little busy,” he said with a chuckle followed by a grunt.
“Jesus, did you actually answer the phone while you have your dick in someone?” I couldn’t help it, I out-and-out laughed.
“When the president of the Bastards calls you after midnight, you answer,” he said as I backed out of Loralei’s driveway and pulled over into my grandmother’s guest spot. I could’ve walked, but I didn’t want to explain my truck over there to Grams.
“I need a favor,” I told him. He didn’t owe me anything, but he and I went way back. We’d been best friends, graduated high school together, and then joined the army together. After the military, our paths separated, but not completely.
“What do you need?” I liked how he didn’t automatically kiss my ass and tell me he’d do anything because of who I was.
I explained about Loralei’s car and the porch light. It was evident he wanted more information, but he was wise enough to let it lie.
“I’ll have the boys on it first thing in the morning. That all?”
“Yeah, bro. That’s all. Oh, one more thing. Thanks for keeping an eye out for Grams. I really appreciate it, but after meeting with her doctor this morning, I finally convinced her to move to Ankeny with me. Thing is, we’re leaving ASAP. She doesn’t know it yet, but it’s happening. I’ve got some things I need to get back to.” I didn’t get into the details of my business, and he didn’t ask.
“Not a problem. You know that. I love that woman like she’s my own grandmother. Don’t be a stranger though.”
“I won’t. Maybe we can ride to Sturgis together next year,” I offered.
“Fuck, I better see your ass before then,” he grumbled.
“I’m sure you will. You know you boys are welcome in Ankeny anytime, too.”
“Appreciate it, brother,” he said with more than a little emotion. Though we weren’t in the same club, he’d forever be my friend and my brother-in-arms—and he damn well knew it.
“Travel safe,” he said.
“Roger that,” I replied before ending the call.
I cast one last glance toward the house across the road. For a split-second, I wished I was younger, or she was older, or that I had a heart to give her.
Where the fuck did that come from?
With a resigned sigh, I pushed those thoughts away and went inside.
“It Ain’t Easy”—Restless Road
“Hello?” I mumbled into the phone that had woken me.
“Loralei? Can I come over?” At the sound of Ms. Margaret’s voice, I was suddenly wide awake.
“Is everything okay?” A glance at the clock told me I wasn’t late for our knitting lessons. I wasn’t supposed to be there until eleven, then to work at my other job by four.
Shit.
I forgot I didn’t have a car.
How the hell am I going to get to work?
“Oh, yes, dear. Fine. I just wanted to tell you something,” she said, and the tone of her voice told me I wasn’t going to like what she had to say. Great. More shit piled on my craptastic sundae.
“Of course. Just give me fifteen minutes to get up and brush my teeth.” I sat up and the sheet fell down. A quick glance showed my damn boobies pointing out at the world.
“He left a fucking hickey on my boob!” I mouthed silently. Eyes bugging, I jerked the sheet up as the night before flooded back with crystal clarity.
“Okay, I’ll be over shortly,” she assured me and ended the call.
“And I need a few of those minutes to put some clothes on because your grandson banged the hell out of me last night,” I muttered. A groan slipped out as I fell back to my pillow. Not that I stayed long, because hello, Ms. Margaret was on her way over.
Hopping on one foot,
I pulled on thick fuzzy socks, pajama pants, and a clean thermal shirt.
As I brushed my teeth, I stared at myself in the mirror. Was it possible to look different after amazing sex, because I’d swear I did. Oh, I ached like a motherfucker, but in the most delicious way. After finishing with my teeth, I put my hair up in a messy bun.
I rushed out to the kitchen to start a fresh pot of coffee. It was filling as a knock sounded at the back door. When I swung it open, my gaze locked with Decker’s above his grandmother’s head.
“Oh. Hi. I didn’t know you were both coming over,” I stuttered as I stepped back to let them in. “I made coffee,” I offered inanely.
“Thanks, I could use a cup,” she said with a smile. Her grandson growled behind her.
She glanced over at him and narrowed her eyes. “One cup will be fine,” she muttered to him as he glowered.
As she filled her cup, her gaze dropped into the sink. “You had company?”
Nothing gets by you, does it, Margaret?
Inwardly cringing, my mouth flapped uselessly. In my periphery, I noticed Decker running a hand over his mouth. Then he piped in, “Loralei made me a cup of coffee after I picked her up.”
A calculating gleam lit Margaret’s eyes as she looked from him to me and back. “Oh, well that was nice of you.”
“It was the least I could do after he went out in the storm to save my butt,” I said with a forced smile. My fingers nervously fidgeted with the neckline of my shirt, and the faint scent of his cologne had my aching pussy shamelessly throbbing.
Ugh! Stop!
Once we both had a cup, we sat at the table. Decker joined us, and my face flamed as I remembered what we’d done on the table his grandmother was now sitting at. Resting her coffee mug in the exact spot my ass had been hours before.
Oh, God. I’m going to hell.
As if he could read my mind, the bastard smirked.
Margaret cleared her throat. “I’m not going to be able to be there for our knitting lesson,” she began.
“Okay,” I drew out until it was more of a question. “We can do it later in the week,” I assured her. Truth be told, I didn’t care if I learned to knit. I only went to her home for her lessons because I enjoyed her company. That, and the fact that my friends were few and far between.
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