by Nicole Snow
“Ease up, babe,” I told her, as soon as the frenzy weakened. “Turn the fuck around.”
She did slowly, shifting on her knees. I watched her ass ripple, one hand on my dick. Our eyes locked and I took in the beautiful mess I'd created.
Hannah was still biting her lip when she looked at me. Her eyes were big, glossy, maybe slightly bloodshot from coming as hard as she did on my mouth. A hot, crimson flush spread around her tits like a sunburn, making me see a different kind of red.
It taunted me to fuck her more. I couldn't take waiting one more second to have her bare.
“Lose the panties, darlin', and pull down my jeans.”
She did, blushing a little as she finished shimmying them down her legs, throwing them behind her. I'd loosened my belt and I lifted my ass, kicking off everything I could, holding myself in a crunch to get my cut and shirt off.
My eyes hit the bottle next to the fireplace for a second, and I wanted to laugh. Way things were going, we might not touch the wine for at least a few more hours.
That was just fine.
Hell, what she had between her legs, calling to my cock...no, fuck fine.
This pussy was pink perfection, and I was about to make it mine like no man ever had, or ever would as long as I had two fists and a gun to my name.
“I think we're ready for this,” she said, sucking at her bottom lip. “I need you, Dusty.”
“Thinking ain't good enough. Darlin', I'm sure you're ready to take every inch I've got in that tight little cunt. Ready to come on my cock with nothing in the way. Ready to feel everything that's burning in my balls up in you.”
“Yes!” She laid her hands on my chest, slowly guiding her pussy over my cock, hesitating for one more unbearable moment.
My hands went to her ass, pinching her cheeks in my fingers. “That's it, Hannah. Ride me like you've always wanted. You don't get off this dick 'til we're nothing but a grunting, steaming, twitching mess. Whatever's in your head right now, forget it if it's got nothing to do with fuckin'.”
My hands moved, pulling her down in one stroke. Her lips opened wider than her eyes when that pussy engulfed me for the first time. I clenched my jaw, growling out my pleasure, wondering how I'd lived so long without ever having a woman this hot, this tight, this wickedly amazing.
It took us both a full minute to remember how to fuck. I moved my hips first. She slowly matched my rhythm, getting into it, her gorgeous blue eyes fluttering shut while nature took over.
“You feel so fuckin' good, darlin'. Better than anyone I ever had.” I shouldn't have said that shit, but it came out anyway.
She smiled, but it melted just as fast by my dick driving into her again, replaced with a face that put soft and happy to shame. Pleasure contorted her lips, her eyes, pulled her nipples into peaks, softening the hard little stones they'd been a minute ago.
Christ, she was beautiful. Gorgeous through and through. From the tips of those sweat-dabbed brunette locks flowing down her back, to the ends of her toes, curling against my legs while I thrust into her faster.
Hannah taught me a whole new dictionary filled with words I never understood in forty fuckin' years.
Delectable. Corruptible. True.
And most important, mine.
That last word, I felt in every stroke, pushing harder through the hot, wet bliss clenching around me. She gripped my shoulders now, rocking her hips into mine like a demon, ready to go off any second.
I pushed back, taking as much pleasure as I gave, marking her from the inside out with the power, the force, the heartache chained up in my soul.
Fuckin' her gave me everything I never had. I saw it in every swing of her hips, every time her mouth opened, and she let out another little sound threatening to spill my load before I meant to.
My fist reached into her hair when she started panting. I fisted those locks, pulled them tight, 'til I saw her pretty eyes open, staring into mine.
“Come for me, baby girl. One more time, before I fill you straight to your womb. Come for me. Come with me. Come your sweet fuckin' brains out.”
She'd been on the edge, and that pushed her right the fuck over. Hannah's fingers scratched my skin, raked raw, burning grooves into me. Gentle pain only added to the fire.
I pistoned even wilder into her, pumped her so hard I wasn't sure how I didn't knock her off me, slamming my hips into hers so rough I gave her every inch, had her whole pussy wrapped around me.
“Oh, yes. Oh, fuck. Dusty!” My name left her mouth one more time before she lost it.
Her pussy pinched my dick like a vice, and I joined her in the maelstrom. My balls erupted, lit my spine on fire, turned me into a fuck machine made for throwing my come into her.
“Hannah!” I roared her name right back when I came, my dick swelling inside her, releasing its flood.
We came together. Our pulses matched beat-for-beat, becoming one.
Something ferocious and new I'd never had with the dozens of sluts I'd fucked over the years. Some were honest-to-God wildcats, the kind who'd shriek through the walls and leave scratches on your back the next morning.
But damn, the dirtiest, wildest, most shameless whores had nothing on the girl I emptied my balls into now.
Hellfire bathed my brain, sending its inferno through my body. Shit, even into hers. This fuck made us one, just a big, unbroken chain of flesh, fused in our pleasure. Rocking, sweating, and grinding out ecstasy, her pussy sucking in every thick rope wrung from my cock.
She winded me. Honest to God.
I gasped for air right alongside her when my dick finished jerking, spent like an empty clip. Incredible, really, because sex never winded me before.
What the holy fuck was happening here?
When she opened those ocean blue eyes, I had a good idea. My hand cradled her face, and I moved my lips to hers, taking one more taste of what I'd conquered while I was still hard inside her.
“Do you think it'll always be this good?” she asked, staring at me like I'd just handed her the moon.
I smiled. “Darlin', it only fades because people let it get boring. We've had ourselves another first tonight, but I've got about a hundred more in mind before we start getting really fuckin' kinky.”
“Damn. And here I wanted to skip right to the bright pink ponytail buttplugs and nipple clamps!”
Grinning, I rested my forehead on hers, taking another taste of her lips before I said anything. No hiding how my cock twitched inside her when I thought about a couple clamps swinging from those sweet tits.
“Don't tell me you've been reading those dirty books like Meg and Cora. Always catch them reading some shit on their screens about guys hung like mammoths, or how Prince What-the-fuck exposed his dick for the millionth time, when they don't think anybody's looking.”
“Sorry,” she teased, cocking her head. “I like my men hard, tattooed, and alpha to the core. Rugged, dirty talking men with good hearts underneath. It's easy for a girl to settle with book boyfriends when there ain't very many like that around in real life.”
Book boyfriends? I snorted. Was she trying to make steam shoot out my fuckin' ears?
Jealousy shocked my system too easy with her, even when the assholes after her were fictional.
Before, there was only about a ten percent chance I'd lose my hard-on and have to wait before she fed me those words. Now, it was effectively zero.
“Guess it's your lucky day then,” I said, running my fingers through her soft hair, holding her eyes in mine. “You've met your hero.”
“Yeah? Lucky me.” She tried to sound sarcastic, but her eyes betrayed hope.
“Believe it,” I promised, beginning to pump my cock in her again, screwing through the mess we'd made. “Because you've been fuckin' him for about a month, and he's about to give you every inch he's got again.”
She moaned, wrapping her hands around my neck, giving into the best sex of our lives. We barely had a drop of wine that night before we passed out. Exhausted,
entangled, and wondering how the hell something so good kept happening.
“Come to the wedding with me,” I told her the next morning, chewing on the breakfast I'd cooked up for us in her fancy kitchen. “It's coming up fast. Just a few more days away now.”
I turned, just in time to see her hesitate, taking a long pull from the coffee. We both took it extra strong to pry our eyes open after the naked gymnastics we'd done well past midnight.
“There a problem?” I asked, knowing damned well there was when she took too long to answer.
“No...I want to, I mean. It's just that I'm so behind on my work,” she said sadly. “I know this club stuff means a lot to you. Means a lot to Huck, too. We're about to be one big happy family, and I should really try to be more involved. Maybe it would help iron out the tensions in the group if they saw us as a couple.”
“Fuck the tensions. Our family's about to get a whole lot bigger with your niece on the way. Won't be long before Skin puts a baby in Meg's belly, too.”
My Treasurer and me had two things in common. We both went after rich, fiery chicks who oughta be outside our grasp in any sane world. I'd also heard his shit going into Meg's ear when he thought nobody else was around about putting a kid in her sooner, rather than later, possibly as a wedding present.
The old Dust would've winced, wondering what man begged for a pile of responsibility dropping in his lap. Didn't think much like that anymore.
For the first time in my life, thinking about knocking a woman up caused my dick to stand on end, instead of deflate.
“Come on, Hannah,” I said, smiling, throwing more bacon onto her plate. “You can step away from the keyboard for one evening. Don't just do it for me. Do it for the club. They'll love to see you there, and so will I.”
I reached for her hand. She took my fingers, but it wasn't like she wanted to. Gave me a grip like a person holding something back, hiding a secret chewing her up inside.
“I'll think about it, Dusty. Really. I wish I could just say yes.” She rolled her eyes, sighing. “This project...it's endless. I can't wait to be done with it for good.”
“So, say it,” I said, trying not to lose my patience. “Look, I know running your business and tending to that matchmaker app is real serious. I respect how you've clawed your way up and made yourself something.”
Her eyes signaled mine, shy and sad. Holding onto something I wanted to pry out of her, find out what the fuck made her pretend she couldn't go due to 'work.'
Business, I could buy that anytime. But the tension in her face gave away extra, mirrored the look I'd seen on folks a hundred times when they had more than just money at stake.
“What's going on, darlin'? If it's more than just coding, I need to know. Tell me.” It came out like a demand. I realized I was squeezing her hand so hard it might hurt her, so I eased off.
For a second, that little glint in her eye sharpened, like she'd drop everything in an avalanche. Instead, she sat up straighter, slowly spreading her palms on the counter with another heavy sigh.
“It's...really just work. Nothing else. It's stress, Dusty. There are millions on the line. Millions. Obviously, I've got plenty of that to go around in the bank, but I grew up with nothing. Scary numbers for someone like me. Ever heard of imposter syndrome? Some days, I still wake up, afraid this could all come crashing down if I slow down too much, if I take my foot off the pedal for a split second.”
Tears sparkled in her eyes. Guilt tugged at my chest, hating how I strong armed her into spilling it like this.
Maybe she had the same syndrome I'd seen bring down too many others. Workaholism, one more sick fuckin' ism I'd love to see wiped from God's green Earth.
“Forget it, Hannah. I'll check in with you soon. We don't have to stay attached at the hip, for fuck's sake. If you can make it, fine. If not...well, I ain't busting your ass over it.”
Might even ease any unexpected bullshit with Firefly if she doesn't show up, I thought, keeping that part to myself. My big Enforcer hadn't said much since he'd voted to save my gavel. We shared an icy peace, knowing it could go up in flames anytime. He hadn't accepted anything between his sis and me.
“I'm heading out,” I told her, lifting my mug to knock down the rest of my coffee. “Too much work today, or I'd stay longer. Try to take a few breaks so your fingers don't fall off.”
She smiled, tense and uneasy, nodding. I put my mug down and got halfway to the door before I heard her feet pounding the floor after me.
Hannah crashed into me from behind. I turned around, a thousand questions running through my mind, second guessing my own damned second guessing about what the hell was going on here.
Didn't want to upset her more. I helped her up, smoothing her hands over my leather cut, and kissed away the tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Please don't read anything into this, Dusty. I'm really, really close to a breakthrough with my work, and once it happens, I'll have all the time in the world for the things I want to be a part of.” She grabbed my hand, pressed it against her cheek, stamping her lips on the back. “I'll be there if I can, I promise.”
“I'm serious about keeping those fingers intact, darlin'. Plus every other beautiful part of you. You can work yourself to death, and the world won't wait. It just goes on with people livin' and dyin', popping out kids right and left, weddings and funerals all over the damned place.”
“Jesus, don't you think I know?” She let go. More hot tears streamed down her cheeks.
Shit. I hadn't meant to set her off.
I grabbed her, held on for awhile, calmly stroking her hair, savoring this touch like it might be the last, even though I was certain it wouldn't be.
“Do what you need to, Hannah. No judgment. Love you anyway, whether you're there or not.”
Double shit. I just let a loose grenade tumble out my mouth.
She looked at me, wide eyed and scared, when we both realized the crazy fuckin' L-word that fell out.
“Gotta go.” I cut it short, doubling my speed out the door, taking the shortcut across her lawn with a quickness I only used in a gun fight.
I kept it together 'til I hit the road, riding home, and letting the screen door bang shut behind me. Then I sat down in the worn leather armchair, cupping my face in both hands, giving myself a second before I went for the bottle of Jack I had waiting under the counter.
You're coming undone, you stupid bastard. All over pussy, too.
I looked up, imagining my old man standing in the corner. Early shook his head, his big beard gnarled, a nasty sneer on his face. Kind he always wore before he cut me down over nothing, or told ma she was just imagining the other women.
“Fuck off!” I spat. “Ain't in the mood.”
Whether I said it to him or myself, assuming they weren't one and the same, who knew.
Things were changing.
And that was a goddamned understatement. A couple more days, I'd watch two more of my boys tie the knot, happier than they ever thought they'd be a year ago back when the club was on its back.
Had to get a grip. Had to.
Hell, if I kept letting Hannah make me hallucinate the asshole I called dad, I'd take Joker's spot as the resident psycho wearing our patch. I stood up, staring angrily into the empty corner of my living room where I'd seen him a few seconds ago.
“Thanks for nothing, deadbeat asshole,” I growled. “If you hadn't spent thirty years shittin' on me, maybe I'd know how to handle this girl. Maybe I'd throw my club together again, easy as pie, and get the brothers' knives away from their own throats. Maybe I'd have a wife and kid of my own, and I'd treat 'em right, better than you ever fuckin' treated me and mom.”
I stopped. Talking to a dead man wasn't doing me any favors. Rambling to my own demons wouldn't do anybody a lick of good.
Only way to set this right was to get through this wedding, whether Hannah showed herself or not, and then find out what was really eating her.
If it was just work, I'd deal.
And if it was something else...well, shit, I'd deal with that, too.
Deep down, I'd claimed her, and I wasn't letting go. Nothing would stop me from keeping her mine.
Ma came by a few days later to meet me before the wedding. I sat at my kitchen counter, staring at my phone, wishing like hell Hannah would've changed her mind.
Having her there to watch Skin and Joker get hitched wasn't happening, and I'd have to live with it.
She sent the last text that morning. My eyes scanned over it, biting the end of my pipe hard while I drew in a long pull of fresh tobacco.
Dusty – I'm sorry. I need to get this database right, or I'm risking the entire infrastructure coming down. Give your boys my very best. We'll talk soon.
“Ah, I wondered what had you so uptight this morning,” Ma said, standing over my shoulder. “When are you going to introduce us?”
I spun around, taking a good, long look at the wry smile on her face. Never, I wanted to say. Besides being a bald ass lie, it would've made me feel guilty as sin because maybe some part of me wanted to take Hannah to meet her.
“Whenever,” I said, drawing my pipe out of my mouth, watching the smoke curl out the end. “Won't be today, Ma. She's a busy lady.”
“Really? Busier than you?” She stared at me with way too much amusement on her face, one hand resting on her hip. “Daniel Stonewall Grayson – are you telling me you've met your match?”
“Fuck no,” I said, standing up to get more coffee. Only decent option I had to take the edge off. “I'm saying we're taking it slow, Ma, but don't get any crazy ideas in your head. It ain't that serious.”
Bullshit. The fact that I'd just watched my phone like a hawk since sunrise said things were more serious than they'd ever been with any woman.
“Oh, Danny, just when I thought today couldn't get any sweeter.” Wearing that stupid smile, she shook her head, as if she couldn't believe what was rolling around inside it. “Looks like I'm going to see you married after all, one of these days. Take notes today. It'll be like a trial run for your own wedding. I'll bring the extra tissues.”
