by Jamie Begley
“And Sundays?”
“I might need Sundays off.”
“To be with other women?” She twisted her neck from his reach.
“I watch football on Sundays.”
“I like football.” She allowed him to turn her face back to his.
“Then you can have Sundays, too.”
Jo let him have her mouth back, let his tongue enter her mouth in a rush of sensations that she had read about but had never believed possible for herself.
She inched her hands up his chest to twine around his neck, nervously following his lead. When he parted her lips wider, her burgeoning arousal disappeared. She pressed her lips firmer against his, trying to bring it back.
“Jo, stop. You’re trying too hard.”
She pulled her mouth back, trying not to cry. “I told you I’m no good at this—”
“If you get any better, you’ll be scraping me off the ceiling.”
Tantalizing her with whispers and touches, Rider unzipped the plastic suit and pulled her arms out. Then he unzipped his and shrugged out of the top half before removing his T-shirt.
Taking her hands, Rider placed them on his bare chest.
“I feel like I’m in a Dexter tv show.”
Seductively, he brought his mouth back to the base of her throat. “That reminds me of something.” He shut down the cameras from the laptop before closing it.
“Did anyone see?” Aghast, Jo tried again to jump down.
“No, security gets off at seven.”
“That’s a relief,” she said, seeing Rider reach for the remote control, sending the garage door down.
“Yes, it is, since I’m the one who worked it all weekend.”
“Who usually does it?”
“Depends on who Viper puts on the list. All the brothers take turns.”
“That’s fair.”
“We think so. Jo, you mind if we stop talking for a few minutes?”
“Do we have to?”
“No, but I would rather be kissing you.”
“I’d rather talk.”
“Let’s compromise. You can listen, and I’ll talk.”
“I’d rather be the one tal …” She trailed off at the words that came out of his mouth.
The foreign words and the way he said them were like a blowtorch thawing out frozen pipes to get the water running again. She couldn’t understand and would die of embarrassment if she did, but it forced her not to concentrate on his words and what his hands were doing, but to just feel the emotions behind them.
Since Curt, Tanner, and Justin had touched her, she had never been able to bear the thought of a man’s hands on her. However, she was now unconsciously scooting closer to the edge of the worktable, trying to get closer to Rider.
“Say that again,” she demanded, burying her hands in his thick hair.
When he did, with the same thick, nasally accent, she felt herself dampen in her jeans, as her legs went around his waist, as her mouth reached for his.
His sensuous words sank deep within her soul, removing the traces of the other men’s touch, replacing their ugly comments with the beauty of his words. She didn’t feel self-conscious or belittled; she felt wanted and needed as he took off her T-shirt, finding a lacy bra cupping her breasts.
Each syllable of his words soothed her raw nerves, creating a newfound world she hadn’t known existed. Each of his hands neither crushed or grabbed, merely moving the bra away from her heated flesh until he could take a nipple into his mouth.
A gasp escaped her at the gentleness he used to tempt and provoke the nub to tauten and beg for each swirl of his tongue.
“Do you like it when I lick your nipples?”
It took a second for her mind to realize she could understand what he was saying.
“Yes,” she mumbled, tugging his hair so he would kiss her again.
“I know something you’ll like better.”
She felt the air move as he lifted her off the table before turning her so her back was to him and her belly was pressed again the cold metal of the tool bench. Then Rider took her hands, placing them at each end, stretching her out until her bra-covered chest lay flat on the table.
“Rider …”
He went back to speaking in words she couldn’t understand and didn’t want to, trusting his actions wouldn’t hurt but give her a pleasure she never wanted to end.
Jo laid her cheek down on the table, listening to his movements. Her stomach fluttered when he slid his hand around her waist and dipped into her jeans, inching his fingers inside her panties to find her damp flesh.
Jo bit her lips when he found her clit, rubbing it in a circular pattern that had her squirming in his grasp.
“Oh …” Jo panted, then moaned when he burrowed his face under her hair to kiss her neck, pulling her flesh into his mouth to bite down. “Rider … please.”
“More?”
She could only nod as she licked her dry lips.
When he parted her flesh, sliding a slippery finger inside her, Jo closed her eyes tightly, nearly seeing stars he felt so good. When her butt pushed back at him, wanting more, Rider gave a sultry laugh, pulling his hand away to unbutton her jeans.
She felt the heated air hit her body as he tugged down the plastic suit, her jeans, and her panties, leaving her lower body bare to his gaze.
Thankfully, she couldn’t see his face, even if she opened her eyes. She made no move to raise herself from the table, giving him the access he wanted.
When she felt him release the patch of skin he had left his mark on and lifted his chest off her back, she held her breath, waiting for what he would do next.
Then hands parted her ass, and she jumped, her breasts rising off the bench.
“Don’t move.”
His order had another rush of heat spiraling toward her core, making her ache for something she had never dreamed was possible to want.
“Can we …?” Jo couldn’t bring herself to say the word.
“Fuck?” Rider cupped one of her ass cheeks, spreading her farther apart.
Jo nodded, holding the table so hard her knuckles showed white.
“We’re going to when I’m sure you’re ready.”
“I’m ready,” she whispered.
“Let me be the judge of that. I may not be your boss at work, but when we fuck, I’m the one in charge.”
Jo gave a small scream when she felt his tongue slide through her fleshy lips, finding her clit and sucking it into his mouth.
“You can be in charge.”
He clenched his fingers on her ass, raising her to her toes to give himself better access.
“Oh, my God … I can’t believe it feels so good.”
She cried out again when he slid his tongue inside her opening, the sensations so exquisitely sensuous she felt new and stronger cravings for Rider to fulfill.
He finally released her ass, sliding his hands up to the curve of her waist as he used her body to lever himself back to standing.
“You know what, Jo?” Satisfaction dripped from his voice, sending chills up her spine.
“What?” She nervously waited for his answer. Was he about to change his mind and not have sex with her?
“You’re ready.”
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Rider took his time unzipping his jeans, seeing the goose bumps rise on her arms. Having Jo under his control and begging for his touch appealed to his masculine pride, which he admittedly had too much of, but Jo’s eager surrender was more than he had expected of her. Her willingness after her initial hesitation showed how starved for human affection she was.
If he were a nicer man, he would ease her slowly into having sex with him, but he wasn’t a nice man. In fact, he was the furthest thing from nice a man could get without letting the darkness in his soul overwhelm him.
He used sex to keep him grounded to reality. You always knew where you stood with a woman when your dick was buried in her pussy. With Jo, though, it was different. He was using her t
o create something more. He was using her to make a family. To achieve his piece of happiness that the other brothers had found—his own home with his own bed to sleep in, a table that had his own chair, a couch that he watched movies with Jo on. He knew what he was getting with Jo, unlike the women he had married.
Jo was strong, hardworking, gentle. When Jo loved, she was loyal to a fault. How she could love the sorry excuse of a father she still missed was a mystery to him. She hadn’t even been able to clear out his bedroom after his death, dusting and cleaning it as if he would miraculously come back.
She even loved the old bitch who he was still hoping Curt would take out for him. On the other hand, if she could love Lyle and Mag, then she could learn to love him, and he was damn determined she would.
Taking a condom out of his back pocket and rolling it on, he caught her peeking at him before closing her eyes tightly again.
Moving closer to her, Rider swirled his condom-covered cock against her damp pussy before going to her opening.
“Do you feel how ready you are for me?”
“God … yes.” She stifled a whimper with her hand.
“That’s not where I put your hand. Put it back.”
“Okay.”
“Say yes, sir.”
Her rebellious bottom lip poked out, giving an adorable pout that had him holding back his own groan, imagining her sucking his dick.
“I’m waiting, Jo. Perhaps you’re not as ready as I thought.”
“I am … sir.”
“That’s all I wanted to hear my bluebonnet girl say.” Sliding intimately closer, he allowed the head of his cock to work inside her tight pussy, hissing at the feeling of her flesh parting, allowing him entry. It had him leaning over her back to bite her earlobe.
“You wore my perfume, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You lied to me, didn’t you?”
“Yes. I’m sorry.”
“I hate women who lie, but I do love to fuck bad girls, so I forgive you.”
Jo gave a startled laugh. “Only you could make me laugh when you’re …”
“Fucking you. You have a real problem with that word, don’t you? It can be sexy when it’s used the right way.”
Rider released her earlobe to rest his forehead between her shoulder blades. “You’re so tight. I’m trying not to come.”
“You are?”
Rider could sense her insecurity. Raising his head, he started placing kisses across her shoulders.
“You’re beautiful when you look at me with those blue eyes, and I’ve never felt a woman clench around me harder.”
“I love men who give compliments, but I hate when they compare women to others.”
“Touché, mon cher.”
“Maybe we’ll be better off if you keep using that language.”
“You like it when I speak French? I can speak six others fluently, but I can say fuck in nineteen.”
He started counting them off in his head to keep himself from climax as he moved inside her, at first shallowly, thrusting to stretch her, then driving deeper with hard strokes that had her holding on to the table as she loosened, relaxing into his trust.
He unclasped her bra, seeing the indentions from the tight elastic. Following the marks with his tongue, he started fucking her harder, still repeating fuck in different languages.
When he came to nineteen, he started moving faster, hearing her gasping breaths as he pounded into her.
“I’m going to teach you how to fuck me the way I like it. Your pussy is going to be sore until you get used to it. If it becomes too uncomfortable, you’re going to tell me, and I will give it a break until it doesn’t hurt. If I find you’re not honest with me, I’ll get mad. And Jo, you don’t want me mad. You get what I’m telling you?”
“Yes,” Jo gasped.
“Yes what?” Rider stopped moving, leaving her feet held off the floor, using his hips and cock to hold her in place.
“Yes, sir. I understand.”
“I like to play games sometimes when I’m fucking. Other times, I don’t. You don’t like playing it at all, you’ll tell me that, too.”
“I will.”
“I like safe words that are simple. Red will be yours. Red means stop. Whenever you use it, I’ll stop whatever we’re doing.”
“Do we need …? I mean, I prefer not to need them. Unless it’s a thing you need from another woman …”
Rider jerked his cock out of her pussy. Turning her around, he lifted her back onto the bench so she could look at him. When she tried to look away, he locked eyes with her.
“I like playing games, but I would never do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable … ever. You don’t want to play games, we won’t. I told you I’m a realist, and I meant it. With being one, I can understand not all women are into the same sex games. I can deal with it if you aren’t. I also believe in putting my cards on the table.
“I like you. I’m trying to form a lasting relationship with you. If you’re on board, I will be completely faithful to you. That means not fucking other women who can give what you can’t.”
“I’m on board.”
Her shy response had him giving her a hard kiss.
“With parts or all of it?”
“All of it. I’ll tell you what I don’t like.”
“That’s what I want to hear from my old lady.”
Rider scooted Jo to the end of the table, where his cock was waiting. Jo wiggled her hips, offering him what he wanted.
“I hate that term. I like bluebonnet better.”
He released her hips to place his hands down on the table, using the leverage to build the speed up again. “I won’t call you old lady again if you shut up and tell me to fuck you.”
“Rider, fuck me … hard.”
Hearing the dirty word coming out of her mouth had his balls about to explode.
“Fuck.” He delved between her thighs, reaching for her clit to put them out of their misery. Rubbing the little button, he felt her start to tremble and shake.
Her screams vibrated off the steel walls.
When her head fell to his shoulder, he pulled Jo closer to the warmth of his body, running soothing hands across her back. Each of his actions was designed to draw her closer into his world. Creating an intimacy between them was the key to making her fall in love with him and would put him in the position he needed to achieve his goals.
Slowly releasing her, Rider took her bra off the table, placing it on her chest before nimbly fastening it at her back without having to turn her around. Then he reached down, tossing the plastic suit to the side and giving Jo her jeans and shirt.
Awkwardly, Jo dressed, avoiding his eyes as he fastened his jeans and put his T-shirt on.
“I have another set of clothes in my saddlebag. Let’s go to your house and shower. Cash and Train will be bringing some more bikes in an hour. I don’t want them thinking we killed someone and hid their body.”
Jo shakily laughed. “We should leave your suit out, and you could hide.”
He grinned. “Make them think you killed me when I showed up this morning?” Opening the garage door, he burst into laughter, swinging an arm around her shoulders. “Woman, I like the way you think.”
Walking toward the house, he was aware of Moon and Diablo watching them from the security room.
When they reached her house, he let Jo go first into the living room, politely holding the door open for her. Behind her back, he came through the front door, lifting his hand in a sweeping motion across his throat, giving the signal to kill the camera.
“I won’t be long,” Jo said, heading toward the bathroom.
“I’m the one with the most paint on me. I should go first.” He moved around her, beating her to the door.
Jo stopped. “You go ahead—”
Rider snaked his hand out to grab her hand as he opened the bathroom door, drawing Jo into the small room with him. “I don’t mind sharing.”
“I’d rather wait …”
“Are you sure?” He took off his shirt, setting it down on the edge of the old-fashioned tub before removing his boots. “My handprints are on your back and ass. You’re not going to be able to reach them.” Without shame, he unzipped his jeans. “You got paint on my shoulders and back; how am I supposed to reach?”
Her cheeks flamed red. “I’m sure you’ll manage.”
Rider stepped into the tub, reaching for the curtain. “You sure?” He slowly started to close the shower curtain. “What if I get scared? This shower looks like the one in Psycho.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“It feels like it. I’m scared.” He showed her the way a pout should look.
“For God’s sake, I could have been showered and dressed in the time you’re taking.” Frustrated, Jo started to remove her clothes.
Not wanting her to feel self-conscious, he started the water, letting it heat up.
“Fuck!”
“What’s wrong now?”
“The water is colder than a witch’s tit.”
Jo got inside, closing the curtain. “It takes a little time to warm up.”
“No shit. It would be quicker to fly to Alaska, shower, and come back before your water gets hot. You need a new water heater.”
“No, I don’t. You were in the military; where are your balls?”
“They’re shriveled into acorns. I won’t be able to have kids.”
Jo’s giggles made him smile. It was one he didn’t have to pretend to feel. Her laughter shone a light on a part of his soul he hadn’t felt in a long time.
Taking a step back in the tub, he moved her in front to deflect the cold spray from him.
“Tell me when it’s warm.” Reaching for a washcloth, he started washing her back, seeing her goose bumps.
“Asshole,” she grumbled.
“One thing I learned in basic training was when to retreat and let someone else take the cold water.”
“You didn’t learn that in the military.”
“No, but I did learn the value of a good water heater, and baby, yours sucks.”
They managed to shower and change before Cash and Moon arrived. Rider sat on one of his motorcycles as Jo inspected the ones the brothers had ridden in on to store. She looked like a kid in a candy store.
