Indulge

by C. D. Breadner

  Her new friend tilted his head and his smile got even wider. Jesus, he was gorgeous. “Shit,” he muttered. “The redhead.”

  Gertie frowned. “What?”

  “Come on,” he said easily, losing the leer and putting an arm around her shoulders. “Let’s find Buck. I’ll make sure no one bugs you.”

  She shouldn’t have been so appreciative to have the help but she was. She let him lead her deeper into the lurid goings-on. Past the bar, the pool tables, to a dim nook that looked like a living room. A few sofas were arranged in a square with a beaten coffee table in the center. On one sofa a man was asleep in the corner, likely passed out, while two people were making out on the other end. A hand was up a skirt and a shirt was wide open enough so Gertie saw a breast; that was all she knew before looking away.

  The other sofa had two people outright having sex. She didn’t stare too long there, either, turning her attention to the back of a woman straddling someone’s lap in an armchair. One of his hands held her in place over his thighs and the other was on the back of the woman’s neck. Gertie swallowed because she recognized the silver rings on those hands, and she tried to back away.

  “Nah, don’t worry. They’re not down to it yet,” her escort assured her. “They might let you join in.”

  Gertie felt the anger heat her face, and the tears that burned her eyes were an extra embarrassment. She felt so stupid, a complete imbecile.

  “Buck! You got a visitor!” The man next to her shouted, switching his grip from her shoulders to stand behind her, holding her to his front with hands on her hips. “But if you’re busy, I’d be happy to keep her entertained for the night.”

  As he spoke the girl on Buck’s lap scooted to the side, dragging her leg off his lap while wiping her bottom lip. Buck was slow to focus on her, but she kept her eyes on his, even as the man behind her shoved his face into the side of her neck and took a deep breath. “Damn honey,” he muttered. “You smell so good and clean.”

  She was too mortified to step away. In a shot Buck was on his feet, pushing the stranger away from her with a growled “Get off of her.”

  As hypocritical as it was, she felt something when he did that. She kept her eyes on his profile as he stared the pierced guy down. For his part, the stranger chuckled and gave her a kiss on the cheek then circled around her to grab the girl Buck had deposited on the sofa. “Come on honey,” he said loudly. “They don’t feel like sharing.”

  Buck’s eyes found hers then, and she inhaled. He looked pissed off. And he was. “What the hell are you thinking coming here? Do you see what’s going on around here?”

  Gertie nodded, crossing her arms. “You didn’t call me,” she accused, sounding stupid. And she knew it.

  Buck frowned. “What?”

  “You said you’d come pick that shit up but you didn’t say when. I was waiting for you.”

  He blinked, his posture easing as his shoulders settled back slightly. To her horror he actually laughed. “Fuck, Gertie. You’re out of your goddamn mind.”

  She made a sound of indignation. “Excuse me?”

  Buck moved closer and she caught her breath. Shit, even with everything she’d seen to freak her out about this place he still stopped her heart. “Gertie,” he laughed. “You wanted to see me that bad? Just call, baby.”

  She raised her chin. “Why am I always doing the calling?”

  His grin broadened and her heart tripped again. “That’s a fair point,” he agreed, voice dropping low and tickling her stomach. Then he just shook his head like she was just that amusing. “You’re going to give me gray hair.”

  “You’ll look good with gray hair,” she returned immediately, feeling stupid that she seemed to have lost control of her damn tongue.

  Buck’s smile was downright naughty. “So, you’re here. What did you want?”

  She cast her eyes around the room, saw far too much again, then turned her attention back to him. “I just thought you liked spending time with me. We were interrupted last time and …” that’s when she ran out steam, face going red as she remembered his visit to her apartment.

  Buck tilted his head down towards her. “You wanna pick up where we left off?” he asked.

  She inhaled through parted lips. “Yes.”

  His eyes bore into her aggressively, but she wasn’t uncomfortable. He’d just been making out with someone else. And there were people panting and whimpering around them, breaking into laughter, shouting vulgarities, yet she still didn’t care. Her body was humming, her skin throbbing with a need to have him touch her.

  “Okay,” he said softly, close enough his breath moved the hair around her face. “I have a room here. You want to go there now or you want a drink or something first?”

  She shook her head. “I don’t need a drink.” She didn’t. Between the pot and red wine she was already amorous before he got up in her face. Close.

  He turned away abruptly, grabbing a bottle off the coffee table and turning back to her. “Come on,” he said gently, taking her hand.

  Gertie smiled and linked her fingers in his, falling into step beside him. He moved them briskly towards the door and back outside into the courtyard. He pulled her in the direction of what she thought was a motel. As they drew closer she noticed that the ground-level rooms were lit up, windows open, and it was like another house party going on. A few had the blinds and doors closed, but the ones that didn’t weren’t careful about what activities they took part in inside. Buck didn’t slow his pace, leading her up a metal set of stairs to the second level and tugging her behind him past a couple more rooms.

  “Buck, buddy! Bring your friend in to meet us!” A voice shouted from an open door they scurried past. All Gertie really saw was more bare skin, writhing bodies and grasping hands.

  He stopped at a door and produced a key, unlocking the dead bolt and pushing his way inside. The room was dark, silent, and when he shut the door behind them she felt some tension seep out of her spine. The blinds were drawn, the door locked, they were alone.

  Buck let go of her hand and after a moment a lamp next to the bed came on. It was a motel room, she could tell by the bedding and the painting on the wall. But there were magazine pages pinned to the walls, a real TV on the dresser (not an ancient tube set) and some dirty clothes on the floor. He lived here?

  After disappearing into the bathroom for a moment Buck returned with a glass and handed her a couple inches of tequila. She accepted it with a subdued “Thanks” and took a large sip.

  Great. Now she felt shy. She came in all raging hormones, now finding herself alone with this man she was downright sheepish.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Gertie shoving her way into his world should have pissed him off, but the truth was he found it cute. She threw attitude and jealousy at him in his own damn clubhouse, which turned him on. And she was a bit uncomfortable from the near-orgy taking place around them, which was almost sweet. Yet another side of Gertie.

  Now she fell quiet, alone in his dorm, eyes darting around like she expected more naked people to fall out of the closet or something.

  “No second thoughts,” he warned, taking a swig directly from the bottle. “You pulled me away from a willing woman. That, and you owe me for two rides on my bike.”

  She frowned. “What?”

  He grinned. “I rescued you. Twice now. Ass, gas or grass honey. No one rides for free.”

  She bit her lip, set the glass down and approached him. Holding her breath, she slid both hands up his chest slowly. He could hear her breathing, liked how hot the entire front of him was just from her being this close.

  He reached behind her and set the tequila down, bringing his hands up to cup her face. He was feeling the booze, and he could smell that she’d had a bit of pot tonight. If she was turned on he was in the perfect mood to take advantage of that. And the bartender he’d been making out with? He’d only picked her because she reminded him of Gertie. And now he had the original right here.

>   Her hazel eyes hit his and he didn’t hold off, he kissed her. Her mouth met his eagerly, tongue pushing past his lips before it occurred to him to do it first. He reeled her hips into his and pushed her backwards, not letting up until she leaned into the bare wall next to his dresser.

  Her tongue was so sweet in his mouth, so much better than what he’d been kissing not ten minutes before. The way her breasts and stomach cushioned him was feminine and appealing, and when he gripped the back of her head with one hand she groaned, her hair soft but wild and perfect for grabbing. He was hard as a fucking rock, and he knew he wouldn’t have to go slow with her. Not after the last time they’d been alone together.

  He dropped his other hand to her ass, wrapped in denim so snug it nearly crossed his eyes when he first clocked her ass in these jeans. And this shirt, Christ. It was lace over her damn bra. Her cleavage was brain-scrambling in it. The way Knuckles had been eyeing her up had been understandable, but Buck nearly took his damn head off for it.

  Her hands moved between them, fingers plucking at the ribbon that held the front closed. The halves opened, and he moved back to let her pull the lace and ties off over her head. Once it was clear he lowered his face to her neck, kissing and nipping at her skin. Her hands were in his hair, fisting tightly. With a flick of one hand he had her bra undone, and as he pulled the padded cups away she lowered her hands to shed it, and her breasts were there. In the open. So beautiful, fucking perfect. Gorgeous.

  Her nipples peaked in the air of the room, and he cupped them with both hands, rubbing his palms over those hardened points. Fuck, real and this round and soft. He lifted one upwards to his mouth, licking at her, sucking her into his mouth.

  “Oh God,” she gasped. “Buck, please. Get me out of my jeans.”

  He dropped to his knees in front of her, pulling her belt and pants open. Then he slid his hands down the insides of her legs to her boots, unzipping them and pulling them off her feet. He peeled her jeans downwards, helping her step free of them. As she raised the second leg so he could get them off totally he caught her by the back of the knee and slid his shoulder underneath.

  Immediately one of her hands gripped his shoulder, the other tangling in his hair. Yeah, she wanted him to finish exactly what he started the other day.

  He pulled her underwear to the side, not waiting, striking with his tongue immediately. The sound she made caused his cock to kick painfully. Her hand slid to the back of his head, holding him close. He licked and sucked at her clit roughly, and her hips rode it out.

  “Oh God, oh my God. Oh … oh …”

  Her leg on his shoulder tightened, and the thigh he held with one hand clenched. He growled against her skin, giving her an audible vote of encouragement. He didn’t even have to add his fingers to the mix, she came undone loud, hips bucking against his mouth with almost dangerous violence. When the only sound in the room was her hoarse breathing he pulled his lips off of her, giving one last lap at her that made her whimper and shake.

  He sat back on his heels, smiling up at her, hands on her thighs. “Damn, babe.”

  “Oh my God,” she whispered, again, head against the wall, eyes closed.

  Buck reached into his kutte, finding a foil packet in his pocket. He ripped it open with his teeth, then undid his jeans and moved her leg off of his shoulders to kneel, pull his pants down far enough to get the rubber in place, then placed a kiss on the soft swell of her lower belly.

  Her hands went to his hair again. “Buck,” she whispered, bringing his eyes up to hers.

  “Yes?” he said against her skin, pulling her panties off her hips and to her feet.

  She pulled up on his hair, bringing him to his feet and pressing her mouth on his again. She was a bit less frantic, but there was plenty of heat in this kiss. It was nice, but he was mostly interested in getting inside her. He was dying for it.

  Buck let the kiss grow to more clutching and panting, then pulled up on one of her knees, hitching it to his hip. His erection pressed into her clit and she moaned, rolling her hips and rocking against him. She wanted it too.

  He pushed upwards on the knee he had, hooking her over his forearm. Then he did the same with her other leg, pressing his hands into the wall. She was spread as wide as he could get her, and she pulled away from him, arms quickly wrapping around his shoulders, her eyes wide with surprise. Before she could prepare he slammed into her, groaning as her body gave way tightly, unable to put up much resistance. Her head snapped back, hit the wall, and his name tore out of her throat again.

  He pressed his mouth to her neck, licking her skin, tasting the start of a sweat on her. He retreated then snapped his hips forward again. One of her hands slid up to the back of his head, her fist gripping a full handful of hair.

  Buck kept up a forceful but not rapid pace, and with the way she was pinned all she could do was take what he gave her. Her breasts danced against the front of his T-shirt, the swells bouncing with each thrust.

  “Gertie,” he growled against her throat. “Jesus. You feel so fucking good.”

  Her free hand roamed his chest, playing over one nipple through his shirt. Shit, that was good too.

  “Buck,” she was gasping. “Don’t stop. Please … don’t stop.”

  “I ain’t,” he promised. “But you gotta hurry. You’re killing me.”

  She groaned again, hands tightening in his hair as her body began to tighten around him. She was so wet, so tight, he could feel the build coming. Good, he was as good as done too. But he had to feel her come from the inside first.

  “Buck! Buck! … Oh … yes …” It hit her hard. She didn’t hold off and tease with it. She tightened, then all he could feel were those faint, soft pulses as it ebbed away. Perfect. Fantastic.

  His own release was secondary. A couple more thrusts and his jaw clenched, the relief flooding out on an urgent rush. It was good, very good, but not as good as watching her had been.

  He stayed planted inside for a moment, catching his breath. It had been fast and urgent, which was what he’d wanted. He liked that a lot. But he had no urge to push her out of his room and just say “Thanks.”

  Buck pulled free carefully, letting her legs down. She slumped against the wall and he chuckled, steadying her with a hand on each hip. “Careful,” he muttered, ducking his chin to lower his face close to hers.

  She smiled up at him, those eyes bright and sweet. “Finally,” she replied, tousled and breathless.

  He laughed at that, then stepped back and grabbed for his fly, pulling his pants up. “Get in bed, honey,” he said with a kiss on her cheek. “I wanna keep you close tonight.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  “I wanna keep you close tonight.”

  Gertie grinned, watching him walk to the bathroom. She peeled herself off the wall, her legs weak as she crossed the room and pulled the blankets down on the bed. Her knees basically gave out as she settled into the sheets. They were crisp and smelled freshly laundered. As she slid into Buck’s bed a rational thought broke through her post-orgasmic haze.

  With all she’d seen before coming up to this room, should she not put her clothes on and get the hell out of here? He’d been about to fuck that other girl, she’d bet good money on it. The soft and fuzzy thoughts she was having now were stupid. No matter what he said, it was just sex. Right?

  Buck left the washroom, shirt and vest gone, jeans on but undone. Gertie froze in place, only capable of staring at him and swallowing the lump in her throat.

  Good God he couldn’t be real.

  She’d seen him shirtless in her apartment, sure. But he’d been tossing her ankles over his shoulders and going down on her so that had somewhat distracted her. Now, in the warm golden light of the lamp she could really appreciate him.

  The plains of his torso were all lean muscle. Not hulking bulges, he was too tall for that. But his biceps, his chest, his back were rippled with muscle. The hair across his pecs was black, not terribly thick but wonderfully masculine. His arm
s were marked with black and gray ink, one side snaking up to his neck a bit, and as he shucked his jeans and slid into bed she noted the ink on his back, that same emblem from his vest, the same size, marking him as a member of this group down to the skin. He pulled his jeans down and she had a moment to appreciate the roundness of his ass as well before he turned sideways in bed and pulled the blankets over himself.

  Gertie just stared at him. She was in bed with Buck, what she wanted, and she could scarcely believe it.

  “Come here,” he muttered, holding an arm up. She slid close, under his arm, and tucked into his side. He smelled good. Very man-like. Soap. Leather. Booze. “You okay? You got quiet.”

  She shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “I guess … I got what I wanted.”

  He arched his neck to laugh, and it was gorgeous, too. Even the dark scruff on his neck was erotic. And for the first time in her life she didn’t think that any urges or thoughts she had might be thought weird. She rose up on one elbow, running her hand under his jawline, nails scratching through his beard. He stopped laughing but held still, letting her do it.

  Gertie lowered half her torso onto him, leaning onto him to let her hands play over whatever they wanted. She’d been naked, and he’d had all his clothes on when they fucked just now. She wanted to explore.

  She slid onto him, her legs spreading so she straddled him. She planted one hand into the bed so she was hovering over him, her palm flattening and running across his chest. His skin was so tight, so firm, so perfect. She pressed her lips to his breastbone, shivers breaking over her back as his hands came to her hair, lifting it off the back of her neck, holding it and using it to yank her back up to kiss him.

  His tongue in her mouth was too good to be anything but sinful. He kissed like he could taste the inside of her through her mouth, turning her inside out as wetness bloomed between her legs again. But she was able to break the kiss, trailing lips and teeth downwards, over his drum-tight stomach and lower. He was half-erect, having just come minutes before. That had been hard and fast. And really good, no argument there. But she wanted to have more fun this time.