Black Sheep (Rawkfist MC Book 1)

by Bijou Hunter

  “What’s with this fancy ring? Were you a big shot in high school?” she asks after we share a beer and a plate of fries.

  “No. I was a fucking loser with long stringy hair and a shitty goatee.”

  “Man, you’re making me hot,” she coos while caressing my leg. “Tell me more about your horrible teenage years.”

  Grinning at her feigned arousal, I glance at my hand. “This ring belonged to a jock named Chad Buckingham. He was good looking, I guess. The girls liked him a lot. He was fucking smart too and always got good grades.”

  “He sounds awful. So did you steal his ring?”

  “No. Didn’t need to. The high school team won the state championship, and he got this flashy ring. He’d show it off by shoving it in everyone’s face. Chad didn’t like me because I’d knocked up Becca and somehow that made me evil or something. It’s not like he loved her or hadn’t banged her too. Hell, it’s not like he wanted her to have his kid. I don’t know what his fucking deal was, but he’d press his fist with that ring against my forehead and laugh at how I was such a loser.”

  “So you killed him and took the ring off his corpse?”

  Grinning, I shake my head. “Chad went to college where he got a drinking and gambling problem. He ended up in debt and had to pawn the ring. That’s how I got it. Now it goes without saying I’ve punched him upside the head with this hand a few times.”

  “That’s hot, Court. So is Chad dating anyone? I only ask because Journey is on the market and this guy sounds like a real catch.”

  “Your sister seemed sweet today.”

  Justice stares horrified at me. “Sweet?”

  “Charming even.”

  “Wait, are you fucking with me?”

  “Seems only fair.”

  “She’s an awful hag.”

  “You said earlier she was your best friend.”

  “Yes, but I’m an awful hag too, so she’s the best I can manage.”

  “I like how your family is close.”

  “I’m only close with my mom and sisters, not anyone else. I love my dad, but I don’t know him that well.”

  “He’s a good guy, and I heard your mom is cool.”

  “You heard that, huh?”

  “Oh, she’s the talk of the town after coming back all these years.”

  “Does the town say anything about me?”

  “They say you’re the nice sister.”

  “Fuck yeah!” Justice cries loud enough to startle the couple at the next table.

  “Look elsewhere, friend,” I tell the guy when he eyeballs an oblivious Justice.

  When I glare at the guy for too long, she nuzzles her lips against my chest. “You shouldn’t care so much about what other people think.”

  “I’ve lived here my entire life. Shaking off their judgments isn’t easy.”

  Justice caresses my jaw and then sits up and studies me. “Does your mom live in Tumbling Rock?”

  “She died a few years back.”

  “I’m sorry,” Justice says, revealing a flash of genuine sympathy in her hypnotic eyes. “What about your father?”

  “Ran off when I was seven.”

  Justice frowns at my answer before asking, “Do you have any siblings?”

  “None that I know of.”

  “Any family at all?”

  “Nope,” I lie.

  Justice studies my face. Her fingers slide across my jaw and then tilt my head back and forth as if she’s searching for something.

  “You’re lying.”

  “If I am, you need to trust I only lie for your benefit.”

  “That is the biggest pile of horseshit I’ve ever heard,” Justice says, reaching for the beer. “Since you’re damn sexy, I’ll let it slide.”

  I kiss her softly, but she tastes too sweet, and I immediately deepen the kiss. Gripping her hair, I hold her still and give into the hunger I’ve felt since she touched my arm.

  Justice moans into my mouth, and I feel her hands slide under my shirt. We’re behaving grossly inappropriate in a public place, yet I don’t care. For the first time in years, I only want what is right before me. My mind isn’t on the club or Felix. I’m right here with a gorgeous woman humping my damn leg.

  12 Black Sheep

  Justice

  Court’s apartment has too many frigging stairs. Of course, he lives on the third floor of a walk-up, so I’m out of breath by the time we reach his place. Mostly because I choose to kiss him while rushing upstairs. In fact, I nearly drop the bag full of condoms we bought on the way here. Noticing I’m overwhelmed, Court lifts me up and presses me against his erection as he works his key in the door.

  Inside the mostly empty apartment, two people stop giggling long enough to stare at us. I have no interest in them. All of the blood in my body has rushed to my crotch sliding against his bulging zipper.

  “Oh, man, uh, were we not supposed to be here?” asks a life-sized Chucky doll.

  Court disengages our lips long enough to lower me to the ground. “You’re fine. We’re going to my room.”

  “Who’s your friend?” a chick asks.

  “Justice, this is Chucky and Basil.”

  Chucky’s name sends me into giggles which he seems to take as a compliment.

  “So I see a double date in our future,” he says.

  Basil smiles at me in a glassy-eyed way. “We could become best friends.”

  “I don’t know. I’m not all that likable, and I’m bound to make you uncomfortable with how much I judge your life choices.”

  Basil laughs because smoking pot makes the world funnier. Chucky looks at his girlfriend and starts laughing too.

  “Want to hang out and listen to some music?” Chucky asks, and I catch Court rolling his eyes.

  “No offense to you wonderful potheads, but I’m not looking to make new friends tonight. My only gold is getting Court naked. All this chatter is killing my buzz, man.”

  “No one wants to harsh your good time,” Chucky says. “We’ll keep the noise down.”

  “I can’t promise the same,” I tell him before grabbing Court’s hand and yanking him toward several closed doors. “Which room includes your bed?”

  Court picks me back up, plants a kiss on my mouth, and walks me into a bedroom. I hear the door lock, but I’m too busy sucking on his tongue to care.

  The next minutes are a blur of frenetic activity. Clothes come off and fly around the room. I realize at one point how I’m without shorts and panties, yet somehow still wearing my shoes. Laughing, I kick them on the floor and then grab for a shirtless Court leaning over me.

  “I should warn you that because of my extreme enthusiasm and lack of experience, I may injure you.”

  “If you do, I’ll send you a bill,” he says, unsnapping my bra and freeing my tits into his hands.

  His chest is smooth and hard against my fingertips. I’m torn between wanting to explore every inch of this gorgeous man and seeking relief for the blazing heat between my legs.

  “Zippers are tricky,” I say, tugging at his.

  Court calmly removes his jeans, leaving only the thin fabric of his boxers. I can’t help myself and reach out to caress his sizable bulge. Between Court’s rough moan and the way his cock twitches in my hand, I’m overwhelmed.

  “I don’t know what to do,” I admit, looking up at him. “I should have studied up with more porn.”

  Leaning down, Court kisses me gently. His touch is careful and reassuring. I’m about to thank him when he nips at my bottom lip while his hands cup my breasts again. Instead of speaking, I moan approvingly and lean back on the bed.

  Court can run the show. He can steer the ship. He can pilot the plane. He can fuck me silly. I’m cool with all of those things belonging in his wonderfully demanding hands.

  His lips leave wet kisses on my throat and collarbone before he sucks at my nipple. Sliding my fingers into his thick hair, I want to keep him right there for an eternity. His tongue’s magic follows the tempting r
oughness of his teeth against my hard flesh.

  I nearly jump off the bed when his fingers slide over my stomach before dropping between my legs to a spot only I’ve explored before.

  “I feel exposed. Does that make sense?” I blurt out.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “Hell no,” I cry. “Are you nuts?”

  Court only smiles again, and I appreciate his silence. I’m not ready for raunchy sex talk. Feeling vulnerable, I crave safety in his arms. All of the wild fun before reaching his room seems a million years ago. I’m nervous now. Scared even, but I also love every damn moment.

  I don’t dare close my eyes. Court is a devilish figure, hungrily devouring my tits while his finger makes soft circles on my clit. I can’t think enough to say a single world. For the first time in my life, I’m utterly speechless. I need to mark this day on the calendar.

  Court slides a condom over his thick cock while I go brain dead upon seeing the length and width of the monster about to enter me. There’s no time to panic. My body craves relief from his teasing. His cock is on a mission too, likely seeking the same pleasure I ache for.

  The first thrust is the worst, but my body shivers at the way the pleasure and pain mingle into a powerful, hot swirl in my gut.

  Court leans down against me, so his body covers mine. Our lips eagerly taste each other while I cup his face and relish his rough stubble. I don’t know how he keeps me so wonderfully wrapped in his strong arms while his hips rhythmically thrust against my body.

  Court is relaxed, calm in a way that feels wrong. I don’t know how he isn’t grunting and talking about my pussy. For whatever reason, I imagined sex to be crude, but Court makes our fucking soothing. He keeps me safe even while pumping hard into my pussy until I groan in a fit of pleasure a name close to his.

  “What did you say?” he teases when I wrap my legs around his hips.

  “How the hell would I know?” I mumble and then add, “Don’t stop.”

  “You don’t know how this works, do you?”

  “Oh, yeah, you’re still hard. Well then keep going until whenever.”

  I’m lightheaded from coming so hard. In fact, I want a nap, but Court isn’t finished. I guess I’m not either, but my mind reels from the pleasure, and I can’t think straight.

  My hips can’t keep up with his thrusts. Court’s like a machine, pumping into me. I even wish I could see him from above and watch his ass muscles flexing. The very thought of his bare butt clenching with every thrust makes my pussy spasm.

  When he comes hard, Court shudders like a man gone too long without pleasure. I’m pretty damn proud to know I made him feel so good.

  Now I just need to decide if I want a nap or another round?

  13 Black Sheep

  Court

  After going five years without sex, I’ve nearly forgotten why I spent my teenage years obsessed with getting laid. Even before I went cold turkey, I’d gotten gun-shy about going bareback. In fact, I’d triple up on condoms just to be safe if I could. No way did I want another kid with another psycho.

  I don’t know when I forget to use a condom with Justice. Possibly after our third go-around when she climbs on my lap and wiggles her pussy down on my cock. Her smiles make me stupid as shit on an average day. Having Justice smile and naked destroys any common sense I possess.

  “How do you not do this every minute of the day?” Justice asks me while bouncing on my cock. “I keep thinking I’ve had enough, but then I look at you and want more.”

  “Look who got their voice back,” I tease because she’s been oddly quiet for the last few hours.

  “You fucked me silent, ya big stud.”

  “There’s the motor mouth I know.”

  Justice leans her head back and laughs heartily while her hips never stop moving.

  Her position offers me access to her bouncing tits. My hands cup her soft flesh, feeling them jiggle in my grasp. Her hard nipples poke at my palms. When I pluck at them, Justice moans. Each touch elicits different sounds, and I play her body like an expert musician.

  When her body clenches with an orgasm, I study the way her lips part and eyelashes flutter. The way her jaw clenches and then relaxes. I watch the story of her pleasure written flawlessly on her beautiful face.

  Lowering her back on the bed, I cover her lips with mine and thrust faster into her pussy. She’s tighter than I expected, and I wonder if I’m hurting her. Then I remember how Justice would have no trouble telling me if I was doing something wrong. Her big mouth is very helpful in these moments.

  I don’t think to pull out of Justice when I come. Fuck if I don’t stop forming coherent thoughts as soon as she wraps her long legs around my hips and digs her heels into my ass.

  “Yah!” she murmurs as if I’m a horse she wants to go faster.

  “Don’t make me laugh. I’m trying to concentrate here.”

  Justice, of course, giggles at my comment, and her jiggling body sends me past thinking. Blinded by pleasure, I worry I’ll die from coming so hard. Her hands cup my jaw, and she kisses me as soon as I stop seeing stars.

  “I should give you a sugar cube for a job well done,” she says, giggling again.

  “Just for that, I’m flipping you over so I can have a bit more control.”

  “Okay, but be forewarned. My ass is stellar, and you just might find yourself entranced by it.”

  Resting on top of Justice, I smile at her relaxed expression. “You’re so quiet when we fuck.”

  “I’m concentrating.”

  “I bet you are.”

  When I roll off her, Justice crawls on top of me and rests her head against my chest.

  “You’re nearly too handsome,” she murmurs, matching my breathing with her own. “I could look at this face every day forever and never get bored.”

  “I’ve never thought I was all that special.”

  “I’m sorry to be the one to tell you, but you’re stupid, Court.”

  Laughing, I pat her ass and then leave my hands resting on each cheek.

  “I wonder how long it would have been before we met if I hadn’t gotten back your wallet that day.”

  “You’d have ventured into my territory eventually and then I’d stalk you until we’d end up right here.”

  “You’ve got a little stalker in you, huh?”

  “I had a big stalker in me a few minutes ago,” she teases. “You’d stalk me if I weren’t so busy stalking you, wouldn’t you?”

  “What makes you think I’m not stalking you already?”

  “You’re very subtle about it.”

  “All the respectable stalkers are.”

  Justice lifts her head and frowns. “Did you just call me a shitty stalker?”

  Grinning, I make little circles on her ass with my fingers until her frown eases away.

  “Tell me something negative about you,” she says, resting her head back on my chest.

  I consider her question for a minute before saying the only thing that comes to mind.

  “I’m a little bit of a sociopath,” I admit, thinking about how I can kill without caring.

  “Should I be concerned for my safety?” she asks without sounding at all concerned.

  “I’d never hurt you.”

  Justice lifts her head and smiles at me. “No, you wouldn’t. You’re a good man, which is saying a lot considering you’re a little bit of a sociopath.”

  “Tell me something negative about you.”

  “I love too much,” she says without missing a beat. “Oh, and I’m too generous.”

  “Is that right?”

  “I’m also shy and can’t express myself.”

  Grinning, I nod at her sincerity. “I hadn’t noticed that about you, but since you pointed it out, yeah, I can see you’re shy.”

  “I’m obnoxious at times. Have you noticed that?”

  “Nope.”

  Justice smirks. “You aren’t very perceptive, huh?”

  “I’m blinded by y
our good looks.”

  “That’ll do it.” Justice sighs and returns her head to my chest. “Your heartbeat sounds like music. I’ve never noticed that with anyone else.”

  “How many heartbeats have you listened to?” I ask, sounding more jealous than I should.

  “Millions. No, maybe billions. I’ll be honest I’m not great at math.”

  “So maybe only a few then?”

  “It’s possible I’ve only listened to my mother’s when she hugged me.”

  “I’m okay with that.”

  Justice lifts herself off my body and sits next to me on the bed. “Why, Court Bayer, are you getting possessive?”

  Rolling to my side, I look at her perky tits just waiting for me to squeeze them, and her soft nipples begging for me to suck them, but finally I focus on her damp slit.

  “Is that a yes?” she asks.

  Nodding, I slowly smile and glance down at my thickening cock.

  “Aren’t men supposed to have a limit on how many hard-ons they can have?”

  “How would I know?” I ask, placing her hand on my dick. “Are you saying no?”

  “Maybe. I am terribly exhausted,” she says, stretching back on the bed. “Just dog-tired and fragile and lazy. I guess I might be willing if you were to do the actual fucking while I only watch and reap the benefits.”

  Climbing over her, I think to reach for a condom. My brain is working again, and I know impulsiveness isn’t my damn friend. Justice watches me hover over her. She says nothing before losing interest in my uncertain expression. Her fingers play with my nipples, and I realize she’s imitating how I tease hers.

  “You’re so damn young,” I whisper, kissing her lips.

  “Not really,” she whispers back once my lips leave hers. “Are you nervous about something? Should we talk about your feelings?”

  Grinning at her feigned concern, I reach for a condom and show it to her.

  “I’m clean as a whistle. You declared during dinner that you’re on the pill. Yes or no?”

  “Um, isn’t it a little late for me to worry about that now?”

  “Well all right then,” I say, tossing it aside before kissing her again.

  Justice relaxes in my embrace, but she wasn’t kidding about being lazy. I kiss and stroke her while she only stretches out and enjoys my attentions. When I inch my cock inside of her wet, swollen pussy, Justice sighs and then closes her eyes. If she weren't smiling, I’d think she’d fallen asleep.