Reluctantly, she lifted her hands from him, plucking at the hem of her shirt and lifting it, hearing the hiss of air as he sucked in a hard breath when she exposed skin. She drew it over her head, tossing the fabric to one side as she settled her hair in place with a shake. He reached out, trailing his palms over her shoulders and across her collarbones, tracing each angle with distracting, featherlight touches.
Frantic now, shaking fingers to the buttons on her jeans, without looking up she rapidly worked them loose and then her hands were back on him, jerking the tail of his belt free from the loops of his jeans. Pulling it from the buckle, she unfastened his pants and worked at his zipper, carefully tugging it down, feeling the heat from his erection skimming against the back of her hand as she protected him from the metal teeth.
“Jesus, baby.” This came on a growl as she drew her hand back up and out, pressing against the length of him as she went.
“Condoms?” she asked breathlessly, and he grunted in response, telling her, “Pocket” as he reached behind him. Then his mouth was on her neck, hands on her breasts, lifting them free of the material of her bra, fingers meeting thumb on each nipple and rolling until she whimpered, her mouth open against his skin. Arching her back, she pressed into the firmness of his touch, raking her teeth across the muscles of his shoulder.
She shifted in his arms as he lifted her up and away from him, and she leaned far backwards over his arm and onto the mattress. He hovered over her, lowering her slowly and following her down with his mouth, kissing her softly. Then his hands were working at her pants, drawing them down and off her legs, taking her panties with them. He rocked back on his heels, sitting up and looking down at her, naked but for the shelf of her bra holding her titties up like an offering. “Annie,” he said softly, trailing the backs of his hands down her sides and over the roundness of her hips. “So fucking beautiful.”
Domino moved between her legs, running his hands up the insides of her calves then back down to her ankles, trailing his fingertips across the arch of her feet, then along the sensitive underside of her toes, bringing a soft giggle to the surface that made him flash a smile before regaining his serious expression. Flattening his palms against her legs, he pushed outward, shuffling forward on his knees until he could lift her ass to his lap. Palms sliding along her skin, exploring, and she felt the first touch of his fingers on the lips of her pussy, tugging and pulling, separating them to run the bent knuckle of one finger over her opening.
“Damn, you’re wet, baby,” he muttered and she saw his eyes were sharply focused between her legs, absorbed in watching as he touched and caressed her. Her breath stuck in her throat when he slipped one finger inside and drew it out slowly, dragging and teasing. He brought the slick wetness he found up and across her clit before taking it down to trail around the rim of her asshole, only then did he thread his way back inside her.
Pushing deep, he rocked and twisted his hand, drawing it out and then sliding in his middle finger, and then he rotated his hand again, grazing across her clit with his thumb. In and out, rocking and twisting, he fingerfucked her slowly while her hips began to move with and against him. “That’s it, baby,” he said, gaze flicking up to her breasts, then to her face and she watched as he bit down on his bottom lip, that simple gesture of him trying to retain control as hot to her as his kisses, wringing more from her. “Find it, sweetheart. Show me.”
Then he pulled out, leaving her empty and aching for a moment before replacing it with two fingers, thrusting deep and holding there as she felt them move inside her. Exquisite. Thumb to her clit again, pressing hard, his eyes were on her face as he encouraged her. “Yeah, I see it. You’re nearly on it now, want it for you. Come on, Annie, give this to me, baby.”
Thumb moving faster, his hand shifted and his arm went with it, pushing back and forth, faster and deeper, muscles tensing with the movement. His other hand reached up to cup her breast, but his eyes never left her face. She cut her gaze down and saw his cock rising from the open front of his jeans, engorged head mushroomed out, the rim pebbled and defined, a wet trail slickening the side with pre-come. His stomach moved with his breathing and his cock jumped, jerking and slapping against his belly and with that vision, she came, eyes closing tightly, teeth clenched against sounds that wanted to pour from her mouth, body jolting with pleasure running rampant through her.
“Yeah, baby. God, yeah. Feel it, sweetheart.” The words came as if from far away when the orgasm lifted her, fireworks exploding, his voice cocooning her as shivers rolled and swelled, her hips surging up against the pressure of his hand and fingers, and then falling away. She heard a high, keening cry, cut off when he took her mouth hard, pressing a bruising kiss against her lips before he pulled back and then, breathing hard, voice hoarse as he murmured, “Jesus, baby. Fucking firecracker. Love that, loved watching. You get off like that every time, I’ll take a front row seat at the show, baby. Always. Jesus.”
Her hands had come to rest on his back, palms flattened to his shoulder blades, holding him to her as if he embodied safety at this moment. “Inside, Domino, please.” She pulled her hands around and pushed at him, sliding them between their bodies so she could shove at his pants, pushing them down and over his ass, feeling his freed cock lying thick and hard on her hip. “Please.”
He had stilled and when he didn’t move, even after she wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked root to tip, she heaved her head back into the mattress so she could see his face. “What is it?” She’d come for him, wanted him, knew he liked what he saw because he was hard as a rock, so what was holding him back?
“Annie,” he whispered, lifting a hand to cup her cheek. “My name is Nathan. Call me Nathan.” Leaning in he kissed her softly, stroking across her lips with the pad of his thumb as he pulled back to look into her eyes again. “Nathan. Wanna hear my name in this bed tonight.”
“Kathleen,” she responded without thinking, immediately seeing the confusion in his eyes. “My name. Kathleen. Kat. Call me Kat, Nathan. Let’s be real tonight, I like the thought of that. I wanna be real and alive. Make me feel alive.”
Eyes open wide for a moment, then they sank closed as he shifted and tucked his face into her neck, settling his hips between her thighs. She felt his dick swipe across her opening, then his hand was there, working between them for a moment before it went away. Then the tip of him swiped across her again, riding up to rub against her clit, teasing it from the hood where it had retreated after she came on his fingers. Tip pushing, then down to circle, dipping inside before pulling back.
“Oh, please,” she whimpered, arching her back and reaching up with her hips again, chasing his cock. “Nathan,” she whispered and he stilled as he had before, when she called his club name, but this was not a retreat, this was controlled stillness. “Please, baby.” Her mouth worked across his neck, tongue flicking along his skin as she trailed it with kisses mixed with the bite of her teeth. “Please.”
“Jesus, that fucking mouth.” He ground the words out and then stroked into her. Nothing tentative about his movement, he filled her to the root on the first glide inside, grinding deep before he drew back out. Slow and steady, he advanced and retreated, connecting them hard then playing it soft when he pulled out. “Kat, God. Katie. My Katie Kat.” Numbness gone, she was feeling everything, and this everything was good. So good. The silken friction inside her as the head of his cock pushed and dragged. More exquisite. More to hold close. More to remember.
“Harder,” she panted in his ear, her tongue darting out to circle his earlobe before she sucked it into her mouth and bit down gently. “Please. Make me feel.”
Her breasts flattened underneath the weight of his torso, chest pressed into her while his hands roamed her body. Mouth working the side of her neck, across her shoulder then back, she turned her head and offered her lips and he took it, kissing her hard in between gasps for breath. The muscles in his back and ass played just under his skin, rippling with every movem
ent. She loved it, loved the way he felt as her fingertips traced along the edges of those taut muscles, feeling him working at fucking her.
With a grunt, he shoved his knees farther apart, pushing her wide open and then his hand hooked behind her knee, tugging and she wrapped her calf around his ass, feeling him sinking deeper inside with every stroke. Each plunge came with a sound, some a grunt, some a groan, some a whispered exhalation of her name, and everything he did built the swell inside her again. Her real name was both soothing and shocking, something she hardly heard anymore, but liked it from this man. Nathan.
With his name in her mind, she spoke again, calling to him. “Nathan, baby, I’m close.”
“Yeah,” he ground out. “Come for me, sweetheart. My Katie Kat, give me what I want, baby. Show me it’s good.” He put a forearm on the mattress, lifting himself off her slightly and with that she was able to move like her body wanted and she was off, chasing the sensations that were sizzling inside her, deep in her belly.
He slipped one hand along her side, pulling her bra more out of the way so he could lift her breast in his palm, rolling the weight of it across his fingers, tweaking the nipple again with a sharp pinch that made her squirm underneath him. Then his hand moved again, palm sliding down her belly until he rested three fingers on top of her clit. His grunted question of, “You there, baby?” went unanswered, because the moment he pushed and pressed, slipping those calloused fingertips side-to-side across her rigid clit, she came. So hard she thought her back wouldn’t stop arching, shoulders bowing into the bed as he strummed fast and hard. Another thing he wasn’t afraid to do, not tentative about in the least, touching her, building it and bringing her there. Handling her like he’d been doing it for years, knowing she wouldn’t break under his touch, knowing how she needed it tonight.
Then he stiffened and his head reared back, that arm in the bed became two as she lost his hand, but his hips pushed deep, hard jerks shoving him deeper with every spasm. “Fuck, Katie,” he growled between gritted teeth, then, still deep inside her, his head dropped down, forehead resting on her chest between her breasts, sweaty hair sticking to the skin of his face.
He sucked in fast breaths for a few seconds, and then rocked his face back and forth and with that, she giggled, mouth closed, lips turned up. Without lifting his head, he asked, “What?” Then he rolled his face across her skin again, pulling another fast, but still-muffled giggle from her. “What?” he asked again, this time lifting his head so he could see her face.
“You wiped your sweat on me.”
“I didn’t,” he said, but the grin on his face told a different story and she giggled again, no longer trying to hide her amusement. Coates would have liked him. A man not afraid to have his lover laugh in bed was a rare thing and Coates loved to laugh. She felt the smile on her face dying and he must have seen it, which shouldn’t surprise her. First, because they were literally sharing air, their faces were that close. Second, because since he came into that motel room he had seen everything to do with her. Every emotion that she would have preferred to keep hidden, he had dug around until he dragged it out so he could see it, examine it, see where it fit into things. “Katie Kat,” he said softly and she jolted because that wasn’t her name. She was Annie.
“Annie,” she told him softly, taking back her name, gently stripping that from him as he had taken her façade of hard. The frown that hit his face wasn’t surprising, but she wasn’t ready for what came next. He buried his face into her neck, lips trailing across her skin as he pushed his hips forward, half-hard cock sliding deliciously inside her and she moaned softly, deep in her throat.
“Katie Kat,” he whispered, lips moving across her pulling goosebumps, his breath ghosting across her skin. Persistently taking it back. “My Katie Kat.” Before she could gather her arguments to deny him ownership of a part of her that few people knew, a hammering came from the front of the house. “What the fuck,” he gritted, his arms tensing around her as the hammering came again, this time accompanied by muffled shouts. “Jesus.”
He pulled out of her and then rolled out of bed, pausing to remove a condom she was glad to see, then she watched him tug his jeans up from where they had settled on his thighs, fastening them partway, leaving the top button and belt undone before he prowled from the room. She rolled to her side, then the edge of the bed, looking around to see her clothing scattered on the floor all around.
Dressing quickly, she was tucking her tee into the waist of her jeans when he reentered the room, a dark scowl on his face. He jerked his head to the front of the house where she now heard individual voices speaking low, not able to make out words, but she heard four or five men. “Fury,” was all he said, but the fact his jeans were done up and belt fastened said enough. He had gotten shit for fucking her, which meant this conversation wouldn’t be going the way she wanted. Fuck.
With a nod, she made to move past him, but his hand shot out, gripping her arm. She set her eyes to that connection, and then slowly lifted them to his face, surprised when she found only concern and no regret there. “It’s not bad, Katie.”
She felt her mouth twist sideways, and then deliberately swiped her tongue across her lips. “Not in that bed anymore, Domino.” His head jerked backwards slightly, and then he grinned, lips turning up in a sexy way that made her shiver.
“Still in my bedroom, Katie.” Persistent. Dropping his head, he pressed his lips to hers. “I claim dibs on your name in my bed, bedroom, house, on my bike. You get Annie when we’re out.” In her shock, she didn’t fight him when he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. “You get Nathan any fuckin’ time you want, baby. Long as you want.”
“Dibs? What the fuck?” She muttered this with her cheek pressed against his chest, which seemed to limit the effectiveness of her shock because he laughed. When he did, she found herself snuggling a bit closer, liking the rumble. “Give me Annie when your brothers are in your house.” She made this ask soft, hoping it took any sting out because she found she liked more than that rumble. She wanted this whole thing, the entire Nathan she’d found tonight.
“I’ll give you that,” he muttered, and then his arms tightened around her once, twice, before he released her. Tipping his head down, he looked into her eyes, expression serious. “Fury’s got news on your girl. He picked up the guy, a local dealer. Not a friend. Not club. We’re going to take you to our clubhouse, and you decide the play you want. You can deal with the trash or I can. Either way he’s done. You up for that, baby?”
“Yes. Fuck. Fuck, yes.” Her answer was immediate and he nodded. Arms falling away, he turned towards the door, and then grinning, looked back over his shoulder at her. “Annie, got your gun?”
That damn grin started a fire in her belly, but she shoved that down. Time to deal, take care of shit. Honor her sister. Give respect. With a somber nod, she gave it back to him. Taking the hand he reached out, she threaded her fingers securely through his. “Fuck yeah, always. You got it, Nathan.”
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The Wild Hunt
A.J. Downey
Have you ever just sat and thought; fuck, I’ve been through a lot of shit? I have. In fact, I was doing just that, right now. Sitting astride my Harley, leaned way back with my booted feet crossed at the ankle on the back of the seat. I stared out over the lake which was placid; as still as silvered glass. The fall colors of the trees along the water clashed in a riot of yellow and orange with flashes of red in the canopies across from where I sat, the foliage mirrored by the fire across the sky of a truly spectacular sunset.
It was almost time.
I sighed, a long heavy thing, weighted with a form of regret that I would likely lose shortly after dark. A deep chuckle sounded behind me.
“You have mercy in your heart tonight.” I frowned and sat up abruptly, tossing the wild mane of my dark hair back over my shoulder as I did.
“Would you consider me a merciful being, Doan?” I pinned my second in command with a look to rival the darkness of both my hair and my form fitting leathers.
“No, Maebh. However, sometimes, there is a softer side to thee.” He gave me a thin smile and I frowned harder.
“We ride. Gather the hunt,” I ordered, voice velvet wrapped steel. Doan, a beautiful man at just over six feet, with long dark hair to rival my own, bowed deeply.
“As you wish.” His smile curled even further at the edges and he barked orders to the rest of the throng behind us. I got off my bike and straddled it properly this time. We would ride, the night would be ours and I would lose myself in the wild and free energy of the hunt.
I started my bike, and felt the tattered remains of my soul lift at the deep, satisfying rumble between my thighs. Between the firing of the modern machinery’s pistons, the belling of the hounds could be heard, faint and ethereal. Almost not even there… but they were there, and I was here, and woe be to the mortal man we came across tonight.
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