Train Wreck (Rawkfist MC Book 3)

by Bijou Hunter

  “Save your threats, dusty cunt.”

  “I thought I was a whore, you mama fucker?”

  “Yeah, but you’ve always been a blowjob-loving slut who kept her legs tightly shut. I’m surprised we had any damn kids at all.”

  “I’m too young and innocent to hear this crap,” Poppy says, looking to her sisters for help.

  Justice and Journey stare at their grandparents, unable to look away. I don’t blame them. This shit is more entertaining than TV.

  Jared corrals his woman away from her yelling parents. Once Christine is in the parking lot, he returns to drag away Justice. Court is forced to help since the little blonde wants to see how it ends. Will Coretta really run over Zeb? Does he really carry around his dead mother’s pelvic bones?

  I do my part by tossing Poppy over my shoulder and hauling her away from her now screaming grandparents. She slaps my back and dumps an ice cube down the back of my jeans, but I don’t relent until she’s sitting on the back of my Harley.

  “Do I need to tape you down?”

  “Can I come to your motel room and roll around on the bed, so other women know to stay away from you?” she asks, oblivious to her grandparents now.

  “Right now?”

  “Sure. Why, are you busy?”

  Before she can change her mind, I cover her pouty lips with mine. Once I’ve kissed away her will to resist, we’re racing toward the Rock-a-bye Motel where my bed awaits.

  21 Train Wrecks - Poppy

  Sex is a natural part of life. I shouldn’t fear it, but I’m terrified by the time we reach Emmett’s motel room. The locale isn’t the most romantic, but I’m not somebody who craves Valentine’s Day junk. What I want is safety and tenderness, and Emmett provides both.

  I still smack his hand away once we’re inside his room.

  “I’ve had a change of heart.”

  “What does that mean?” Emmett asks, checking out my sunburned boobage peeking out of the tank top.

  “It means I’m not ready to not be a virgin anymore. I think my cherry and I still have many exciting adventures to enjoy together.”

  Backing away from his curious fingers, I doubt he’s even listening. His focus is solely on the pink flesh where my sunscreen failed.

  “Did you notice the bed?” he asks.

  I turn to find the crisp and clean bed sheets covered in flower petals.

  “They’re Poppy flowers,” he says, running a finger over my burned flesh.

  “How did you know I was coming over today?”

  “I figured you might, and I wanted things nice for you. I washed the bedding twice to make sure it smelled good.”

  Emmett’s still fiddling with the edges of my shirt. Even if his mind’s on sex, I’m touched by him putting so much effort into making my visit special.

  I still slap away his hand.

  “Does it burn?” he asks, oblivious to my attempts to blow him off.

  “I can’t have sex with you today.”

  “Fucking, baby. Don’t make it sound all clinical with that sex talk.”

  Rolling my eyes, I move away from him, but Emmett remains right behind me.

  “Do I smell?” he asks. “I can shower. Hell, you can supervise.”

  Before I respond, Emmett yanks off his shirt and tosses it toward a chair at the window. He misses but his gaze is on me.

  “Now your turn.”

  “I don’t know. I mean, I’m very shy.”

  “Let’s just play around a little,” he says, cocking a hip and making me very aware of how easily his jeans could end up on the floor. “No need to get shy about that.”

  “I don’t know. Maybe I should call my sisters and have them talk me through it.”

  “I’m gonna kiss you now, and I’m gonna keep kissing you until you settle down. Once you’re calm, if you want to go home, I’ll drive you. Until then, I need some sugar.”

  “I think I have a candy bar in my purse,” I say, cornered without an exit. “Emmett, I’m terrified your penis will impale me.”

  His lips cover mine before I can cry out my other fears such as how I might be allergic to sperm or have a weak heart that’ll give out during a powerful orgasm.

  I want to remain irrational, but Emmett’s kisses are fricking hypnotic. The fear abandons me, replaced by a heat radiating from the once terrified spot in my body.

  Emmett smoothes out the tension in my fists and places my now relaxed hands on his bare chest. His skin is so hot to the touch, and soft in a way I don’t expect. My fingers slide over the muscles and along the grooves in his powerful shoulders.

  Moaning into his mouth, I want him to know how much I appreciate his tenderness. A little part of me still wants to run to the safety of my family where I act like I rule the roost even if I really don’t. Here with Emmett, I feel completely helpless yet now safe in his arms.

  Once we end up on the bed, my fear ratchets up. I’ve never been naked in front of anyone except my sisters, mother, and doctors. What if he doesn’t like what I look like? What if he won’t stop? What if I smell weird?

  “Maybe I should shower,” I mumble against his lips.

  “No, baby, you smell good. I love the way the sun makes your skin taste.”

  Emmett’s lips tease my throat, forcing my body to relax again. I’m putty in his powerful hands, but my brain races with thoughts I keep to myself until he slides my tank top up my stomach.

  “I don’t know.”

  “We’re playing,” he says as his fingers pinch my nipple through the fabric. “Do you want to stop?”

  “No, but I don’t know why you need to see my boobs now? You’ve lived your entire life not seeing them. What’s the hurry?”

  “I’m a boob man, baby. Always have been.”

  “Well, you’re out of luck then, but feel free to enjoy my fab ass.”

  “Don’t you dare feel insecure with me,” he says, holding my chin so I’ll look at him. “Your body is all I’ve craved for years. I want every inch of it, so don’t get any ideas of hiding from me. I’m all yours, and I expect the same from you.”

  “That’s beautiful,” I whisper before his lips cover mine.

  Emmett kisses my breath away before reminding me how we’re only playing around today and he expects nothing more. I can ask to stop whenever I want.

  If only it were that easy…

  22 Train Wrecks - Emmett

  Poppy closes her eyes when I lift her shirt to expose her small, perky tits. Standing at attention, her tiny pink nipples are begging to be tasted. When my tongue teases the right one, Poppy’s eyes pop open and I think she’ll smack me away. I wait for her reaction, but she only closes her eyes again and squirms under my body.

  I suck at her tits, hungry after too long waiting for Poppy. She tastes better than I imagined and I had some really fucking brilliant fantasies about this woman.

  Her moans echo in my head, and I feel her fingers in my hair. She wants more. I wait for a signal she needs me to stop, but none comes. Not even when my tongue teases her belly button and my fingers tug down her shorts.

  With her eyes closed and hands fisting the sheets, she whispers approvingly, “Emmett.”

  “You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, needing Poppy to see herself the way I do. “Every single inch of you.”

  Her shorts end up at her ankles, and she quickly kicks them off. She does the same with her panties. Resting between her soft thighs, I inhale the sweet hot scent of Poppy’s pussy. I want a taste and dip my head to take a lick. Before I can indulge, her legs snap shut and nearly knock me off the bed.

  “I’m unsure this is sanitary,” she says, staring horrified at me.

  Unable to help myself, I lick my lips while trying to control the raging hard-on in my pants.

  “Baby, I know you’re nervous. If you want to stop, we can stop. If you don’t say stop, though, I’m going to town on this sweet pussy.”

  “Umm, okay, sure, well, I don’t know.”

  “Do you w
ant me to beg?”

  “Are you sure you know what you’re doing? Should we do some online research?”

  “Are you asking to look at porn?” I ask, smiling while kissing her outer thigh and thinking about the hot flesh hiding from me.

  “I meant like a Sex Ed site with facts about diseases and other unsexy things.”

  I reach over to the table next to the bed and grab her phone. “Have at it,” I murmur before kissing her stomach.

  Poppy never even looks at her phone. Her gaze is locked on me as I lick at her soft hips.

  “You taste like candy,” I whisper, enjoying every inch of her bare flesh.

  “If you do that, I don’t think I’ll want you to stop.”

  “Are you asking me to stop now?”

  “I’m asking you to understand how I don’t have any control.”

  “It’s okay to be scared.”

  “Were you scared your first time?”

  “No, but I was drunk on cheap beer.”

  “Emmett,” she says in a little whimper.

  Crawling over Poppy, I kiss her pouty lips.

  “Promise me,” she whispers.

  “I promise you’ll come so hard you’ll forget your own name.”

  Poppy’s eyes narrow. “Promise me that no matter what happens, you won’t laugh at me.”

  “Laugh at you for what?”

  “For whatever happens.”

  “What’s gonna happen?”

  “I could cry or queef.”

  “I don’t know what queef means.”

  “Seriously? I’ve told you like forty times.”

  “Yeah, but you mumble a lot and I don’t want to be rude by asking you to repeat yourself.”

  “You’re such a queef.”

  Grinning, I pinch her nipple gently. “Still don’t know what that means.”

  “If you promise me, I’ll open my legs.”

  “Baby, whatever happens, I’ll never make fun of you. I’ve been waiting a long time to get you naked. Even if you think I’m a horny redneck only looking to fuck, you can see how it wouldn’t help me to laugh at you. You’re safe.”

  “Nothing you said reassured me.”

  “That’s because I mumble too.”

  Rolling her eyes, she cups my face. “You’ll stop if I say stop?”

  “Always.”

  “You’ll still like me when you’re done?”

  “I’ll like you until my dying breath.”

  “Don’t mentally scar me with this, Emmett.”

  “You need to let go and let me be in charge. Just close your eyes and let Emmett make you feel good.”

  “I like when you talk about yourself in the third person. It sounds sexy.”

  “Are you messing with me?”

  Poppy shakes her head, and I watch the fear in her eyes fade just enough for her to smile. I kiss her again, hard and unrelenting. She bows to the pleasure until her entire body is soft and agreeable.

  I can barely contain my hunger for pussy. Kissing her neck, chest, and stomach, I make my way south until I’m comfortably between her relaxed thighs. The hot aroma sends me into overdrive. I need to devour her. I can’t wait anymore.

  Yanking open my jeans, I remove my throbbing cock and fist it roughly. With my other hand, I slide a finger between the folds of her flesh and gently open her up to me. Poppy makes a strangled moan but never says stop.

  My tongue dips inside the hot flesh and is rewarded with a gush of sweet juices. Poppy is so aroused and one lick is all her pussy needs to clench wildly. I lick her swollen clit and watch her hips twitch in response. Another lick causes another groan from Poppy.

  Stroking my hard cock, I’m careful when bringing Poppy to her first orgasm. She holds the sheets as if she’s falling and lets out a heated cry when I suck at her clit tenderly. I love the way she sounds saying my name in her pleasured voice.

  Once her hips slow along with her breathing, I take in the sight of her drenched pussy. The flesh is so pink and shiny with juices. I can’t handle the scent any longer. I need more. Yanking at my cock like my life depends on it; I shove my face into her folds and suck down her juices. Each drop makes me hungrier. I hear Poppy crying out and feel her muscles tensing, but I won’t stop until I’ve come hard while drowning in her virgin cum.

  Even after coming, I lick hungrily until my face is soaked in her pleasure.

  Shoving off my jeans and boxers, I climb over Poppy and kiss trembling lips.

  “Tell me you felt good.”

  “Don’t stop,” she says, wrapping her legs around my hips. “Fuck me. I’m not ready for it to end.”

  I don’t think my dick’s ever gotten so hard so fast. The heat between her legs cries out to my erection and soon my cock strokes her wet pussy. I reach over to the side table and dig around for the box of condoms I bought with the hope this moment might arrive.

  Poppy moans my name while digging her nails into my arms. “Fuck me now. I can’t wait.”

  Once I slip the condom on, the head of my cock finds no resistance from her hot pussy. The heat of her body draws me deeper. One inch and then another, my cock drills itself into the virgin pussy until her body can’t take anymore.

  Even whimpering from my size, Poppy moves her hips and looks for more. I kiss her gently, promising her with my tenderness how it’ll be okay even though what’s about to happen won’t feel so tender. My body needs to fuck as badly as hers does. No matter how much I want to take things slowly, we’re passed that moment. We’re no longer Emmett and Poppy in control of the situation. We’re a cock and pussy desperate for what only a wild fuck can provide.

  “You're the most beautiful woman in the world,” I whisper.

  “You too,” she mumbles, holding onto my forearms while I begin fucking her. “I don’t know how to make the need stop except for you to fuck me.”

  That’s all I need to hear. Propped over her body, I move my hips faster. Her pussy at first struggles to handle my size, but my cock won’t relent. Opening her up, it forces her to take every hard thrust.

  Poppy doesn’t stroke her clit or nipples. She can do nothing more than hold on and moan my name while I force her pussy to submit to me. When it does and Poppy comes, the power behind her ferocious orgasm makes two years of waiting more than worth it.

  I’ve never come as hard in my life as I do in that moment.

  23 Train Wrecks - Poppy

  Emmett wants me to spend the night, and a part of me wants to remain in his bed. Except his motel is a dump, smells like sex, and the shower makes me think of horror movies.

  “When will you be back at your place?” I ask, searching the room for my panties.

  “In a week.”

  “I’ll stay over then. You can stay at my house too.”

  “Yeah, Jared would love that.”

  “I’m an adult and he can suck it.”

  “You’re not the one he’ll beat down.”

  “Can you really not take Jared?” I ask him after locating my panties in the sink of the kitchenette.

  Emmett rests on the bed, buck naked and clearly in his natural habitat. He smiles at me in the lazy way of a guy who thinks he can beat anyone in a fight.

  “So how come you’re scared of him?”

  “It’s not fear, baby. It’s respect. He’s the only older member of the club that I think still has balls. The rest of them make me think of an AARP commercial.”

  Smiling, I shrug. “I’ll admit Jared’s still got it going on. I can see why my mom finds him so irresistible. If I was older and not me, I would totally want him too.”

  “Don’t talk about wanting other men.”

  “I said I wasn’t me in this scenario.”

  “Don’t care. I can’t have you thinking of any other man as sexy. It’s my rule.”

  “But is it mine?” I ask, now looking for my sandals.

  “It better be. I’m a man who must be obeyed.”

  We laugh at the very thought of obedience in this relat
ionship. Still Emmett wants me to stay and I’m forced to throw a small tantrum to get him to take me home.

  “I want you with me,” he says as I slide off the Harley and try not to show how much my vagina is in full revolt.

  “I know, but this was like our fourth date. We have time to get obsessive and clingy later.”

  Emmett gives me one of his big, brown-eyed puppy looks and I almost climb back on the Harley. He’s fricking irresistible when he pulls that look, but I can’t let him own me yet. Even after today, our relationship is more like a short-term lease with an option to buy

  “Tomorrow,” he says as a threat.

  “I’ll text you a picture of a nipple later. No promises that it’ll belong to me, though.”

  Laughing, Emmett gives me one last sad-guy look before riding away. I watch him go and stand near the porch for a minute after he disappears down the road. A part of me is pretty pissed that I didn’t just spend the night in the Bates Motel even if Norman gave me the knife. Emmett’s presence would be worth it.

  Ready to enter the house, I consider going with a low-key and classy entrance. Except this odd behavior will likely convince my family I’ve been body snatched by an alien flower.

  Besides, I need my mom and sisters’ pity. Having become a woman, I now ache to be a child long enough for some well-deserved pampering.

  Shuffling into the house, I announce, “My vagina is in its death throes!”

  Justice looks up from the kitchen table and mutters, “Don’t expect me to do CPR on it.”

  “I need an icepack.”

  “Heating pad would probably be better,” Mom says, disappearing down a hallway.

  Limping into the living room, I whine, “I hope she’s getting something and hasn’t abandoned me in my time of need.”

  Justice gives me a frown. “What in Mom’s history makes you think she’d abandon you?”

  I look at Jared who sips coffee while trying to disappear into the wall. Justice follows my gaze and shrugs.

  “I meant what in her history with you. Men are an entirely different monster.”

  Curling up on the floor, I rest my head on my fluffy pillow and reach for a blanket.