Dangerous (Nomad Outlaws Trilogy Book 2)

by Tory Richards

  It wasn't often someone dared to use my own words against me. I had to give Luna credit for not backing down and acting like the proverbial damsel in distress. She was standing her ground, and she wasn’t afraid to say it like it was. It was dark, but thanks to the dim light over the door, I could make out her expression, which was growing angrier by the second. It almost made me smile.

  "You forget I got off, too," I said crudely.

  Silence followed, and I wondered what she was thinking. It didn't take her long to find her voice.

  "Right. Then I'd better go back inside and take care of Puck." She went to grab for the door knob.

  "The hell you will," I snarled, reaching for her. I pulled her away from the door, gripping her roughly around her upper arm.

  She pulled away with a cry of anger. "What is your problem, Jace? Why should it bother you what I do with another man? It didn't bother me while you and that woman were humping each other's brains out."

  I thought about the telling look she’d had on her face when she'd been watching me with CC, the disappointment and the hurt I’d seen. I'd got off a lot of times letting a woman grind against my dick, but that moment tonight hadn't been my proudest, because I'd done it with something else in mind. I'd purposely set out to hurt Luna and teach her a lesson, showing her that attraction for men like me meant one thing and one thing only. I called her bullshit.

  "Liar!" I whispered sharply down into her face. For a minute we just stood staring at each other in the darkness, listening to the sound of each other's breaths. I swear I saw the glistening of tears fill her eyes. "We're not good men, Luna. You come on to one of these men, let him expect something more, and he'll take it, whether you want to give it up or not. That's their fucking world. Luckily Puck's a little more understanding than most. But if that had been me you were rubbing up on, I would have taken you out back and fucked you up against the wall." It was true. Fuck, I wanted to do it now and take care of the itch I'd had for her since I’d looked into her warm, honey eyes on that very first day.

  My dick was hard as a rock right fucking now, proving it.

  "So, what, this is a warning, Jace? You're the good guy looking out for the innocent, unsuspecting woman?"

  "No, baby, I'm not a good guy. I'm worse than any man in there, and you'd do well to stay the fuck away from me."

  She yanked her arm away from me and crossed her arms. "I'm twenty-eight years old, Jace, old enough to make my own decisions, and mistakes, if I want to. That's how most people learn," she threw at me in a single breath. "So what makes you think I can't take care of myself?"

  I backed her up against the side of the building, ignoring the startled cry that escaped her. Her hands automatically fell against my chest to push me back, but I was stronger than her. I fenced her in between my arms and leaned in close, determined to make her understand the naiveté of her thinking.

  "What are you doing?"

  I could hear the slight edge of panic in her tone. "Showing you that you're wrong."

  "Don't make me hurt you."

  I would have laughed if not for the seriousness of the situation.

  "Jace, don't."

  "I haven't done anything yet," I rasped down at her, inching closer, aware that I was setting myself up for failure because I wanted her so fucking much. I had to steel myself from softening, but my heart was pounding and my throbbing dick was keeping count. "So prove it, Luna. Prove to me that you can take care of yourself against a man determined to get inside your pussy."

  I felt her knee rise--a typical move, and one I was ready for. "Too slow," I growled, clamping my hand down on her naked thigh. Shit! I'd forgotten she was wearing a tiny outfit that left more of her bare than covered. It was a miracle my dick didn't punch through my jeans.

  "Damn, you!" Luna gasped in frustration.

  "Swearing won't save you, either," I said, losing some of my anger because fighting with Luna was turning out to be fun. She grunted when she tried to forcibly push me away. I countered by grasping her wrists and dragging her hands above her head, and then transferring both wrists into one hand. I leaned in until her tits were smashed against my chest and my dick was against her lower belly.

  She whimpered, and it wasn't with fear.

  "You're an asshole," she whispered.

  "Most men are." I began to grind my dick into her. Christ, I wanted to pick her up so that I could grind it right against her sweet spot. "So show me, baby. You've got me all hot and bothered right now. I'm hard as fucking stone. How do you stop me from just taking what I want?"

  "Puck didn't want‒"

  She was going to make this about her and Puck? I released an angry snarl. I didn't want to hear about her and Puck, the image of him getting her off one that I wanted to eliminate from my mind. "I'm not Puck," I grunted between my teeth. "I'm just some horny, bad ass biker who takes what he wants." I dropped my hand to her heaving tit, giving it a rough squeeze. "You play with fire, you get burned."

  She shook her head in denial. "I wasn't playing!" she hissed. "I have needs just like any man." She sounded frightened. Desperate. I could feel her trembling, and yet her nipple was hardening like a little pebble beneath my palm.

  "Yeah. Only you got off, and he didn't. Most men I know wouldn't like that."

  "Maybe you know the wrong men," she snapped with fire.

  I laughed. She was a twenty-eight-year-old innocent, and totally unaware of her appeal. "You got lucky in there. Next time‒"

  "There won't be a next time, Jace," she rushed out. "What happened in there, I don't know why it happened, but it isn't me. I don't go around letting strangers do that to me."

  I squeezed her tit and let my hand glide down her body to the hem of her short skirt. "Wrong," I whispered against her parted lips, so fucking horny that I was surprised I wasn't already fucking her into tomorrow. "You're doing it again." My hand slowly glided up the inside of her thigh. "With me. And I'm not the kind of man who'll give you an orgasm and then walk away." I reached the hot spot between her legs, flicking my finger over the thin material covering her sex. "I'll want some kind of reciprocation."

  She shivered and sighed. I caught it with my lips by lightly placing my mouth against hers. It was by no stretch of the imagination a kiss, not a real one. It took every ounce of my control not to give in to my baser needs. Her sweet, warm breath invited me in, and it was fucking torture.

  "Okay, you've proved your point." She was afraid. I could hear it in her voice. "Lesson learned that I'm unable to protect myself against a horny man."

  "You give in too easily, Luna. I'm not totally convinced." She began to struggle, as if sensing that I wasn't going to relent. "What are you worried about, baby?" Fuck she was wet, and the heat coming off her pussy was scorching.

  Her breath was coming in little pants. "That I won't say no."

  Well, now, that was unexpected. I stopped my thrumming finger as I thought about what that meant. Did she realize what she'd just admitted? It suddenly became apparent that I wasn't the only one here being taught a lesson. Was this a test to see if I could walk away, unsatisfied? Or a desperate attempt to get me to remove my hand from her pussy? She was a tricky little thing.

  Shit had suddenly just gotten interesting.

  "What if I said no?" I asked gruffly, about to explode in my pants.

  A slight pause and then, "That's your prerogative. I don't have a problem going home and finishing this myself."

  Fuck. Me.

  "Or returning inside and finding Puck."

  Oh.

  No.

  She.

  Didn't.

  She’d gone too far.

  Her words took the thin thread of what control I had left and tore it to smithereens. I snapped, slamming my mouth down on hers in a kiss I meant to be rough and punishing, and it was. I was brutal in my assault of her softer mouth, grinding mine against hers until all she could do was open to my attack and thrusting tongue. At the same time, I ripped the tiny scrap of her
panties away so I could get to her dripping cunt.

  She whimpered when my finger entered her body, her hips arching instinctively against the invasion. Sweet fuck, she was slick with arousal and hotter than a firecracker. I was so fucking turned on that I could feel cum leaking from my dick. As I ground it against her, I explored every corner of her mouth. My taste buds exploded with the mild taste of beer and something warm and sweet on her tongue. I sucked and fucked her mouth, pulling her plump bottom lip inside my mouth and turning up the heat of lust between us.

  Her bottom lip slipped between my teeth with enough force to sting but not break the skin. I made sure of that. I didn't want to hurt her. Luna sucked in her breath, trembling wildly as I continued to fuck her with my fingers. I could feel her slick cream running down my hand and I growled like an animal claiming its mate, because that's how I felt--like an animal consumed with lust and needing to fuck through it. The scent of her arousal drifted up to me on a sensual cloud that was almost blinding, adding combustible fuel. She began to move her hips, helpless against the fingers working her clit.

  Without warning she turned away from my kiss. "Jace‒" She was panting.

  Hell, so was I. At the sound of indecision that I heard reflected in her tone, I immediately stopped the movement of my fingers while still inside her tight body. "Yeah, baby?" My dick was steady punching against my zipper against her lower belly. Somewhere along the line, the lesson I'd been intent on teaching her had become unimportant. "You want me to stop?" It would be hard as fuck, but I would do it.

  She hesitated, her pussy clenching around my fingers. Fuck, I wanted it to be my dick.

  "I thought this was all about my being able to take care of myself against horny bad ass bikers like you," she said in a soft, trembling voice.

  I had a boner that was about to break, my fingers were drowning in her warm, slick cream, and she wanted to joke? "Baby, that time has come and gone, and I think we’ve established that you're the weaker sex. What's happening now has to do with your smart-ass comment about getting Puck to take care of you."

  Her soft laugh went straight to my aching dick. In that moment she had all the fucking power, and I wasn't down with that. Give a woman a little control, and they could make your life miserable. I didn't have to fight for pussy. There was an abundance of it wherever I went, but my dick wanted inside Luna badly right now. I curled my finger inside her, rubbing against the soft patch of nerves there, and getting the reaction I wanted when she closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and moaned low. She followed it up with a full body shudder.

  I cheated by making the decision for her to continue what we'd been doing. Her weak whimpers continued to slip through her parted lips when I began to move my fingers again. I alternated between her sweet spot and her clit. Her pussy lips were swollen and saturated. Her rapid breathing, along with the way her pussy clenched around my fingers, revealed that she was close to coming. I jerked my fingers out, running them along her labia and swollen pussy lips. Before I took this any further I had to make sure that she understood the score.

  "You're not into casual sex. Women like you never are. But casual sex is all I do, baby. It's all I want. We go any further, I need to hear you say that you're okay with this. No strings. Just mind-blowing sex between two consenting adults." I flicked her clit to help her decide. She was so close to coming now it was a miracle that she wasn't coming undone. "The words, Luna. Or I walk away now, and you can go home and finish this on your own." I thought about her earlier comment. "Or you can go back inside the club and find Puck." I knew that I was taking a risk throwing her words back at her.

  If that didn't convince her that I only wanted casual sex with her, I didn't know what would. As much as I wanted to fuck her, that's as far as our attraction to one another was going to go. I was a nomad, and I ran solo in everything I did in my life. Luna was a sweet woman, not the kind I usually sought out when I needed to fuck, but there'd been something about her from the start, something that made me want to taste her innocence, to see what all the hype was about with a woman like her. According to Reaper and Raze, there was nothing better than sinking your dick into a good woman.

  Only problem was, they'd kept their good women.

  The silence between us continued. The heavy rock music playing inside the clubhouse caused the walls to vibrate, reminding me that I still had Luna pinned up against the side of the building.

  "What's it going to be, baby?" I growled with growing impatience down into her face. "We going to do this?" I half expected her to say no. Fuck, more like seventy-five percent.

  I gave her pea-sized clit a deliberate pinch to hurry her answer along.

  "Yes!" she hissed, moving her lower body in a way that suggested that she was trying to get my fingers where she wanted them.

  "The words," I insisted in a firm tone.

  "You're an asshole!" she hissed, frustration evident in her tone.

  I laughed. "Noted. But those aren't the words I want, Luna." I teased her some more, letting my finger dip inside her wet heat.

  "Yes! Casual sex! Two consenting adults! No strings! I get it!" she exclaimed, arching against my dick. "Now fuck me!"

  I slammed my mouth over hers and released her wrists so she could lower her arms. Her nails bit into my scalp as she buried her hands into my hair. She was a tiger, attacking my mouth with the same consuming thoroughness I was going at hers with. We tasted, bit, and sucked at each other in a wild dance that left no doubt as to where it was leading. My groans, her moans, surrounded the darkness we were cloaked in. A surge of fucking hunger raced through my blood, starting deep in my core and shooting out to every fucking part of me.

  I tore my hands from between her legs and ended the kiss.

  "What‒?"

  I picked her up and began to walk. "I'm not fucking you here."

  I headed toward my cabin.

  Chapter 10

  Luna

  I didn't question what I was doing, I was too turned on to care. Jace took control, and I was fine with that. Making small talk didn't appear to be on either of our agendas as he strode briskly and easily, considering that he was carrying an extra hundred and twenty pounds. He had to walk farther than I'd expected to reach his cabin, arriving there barely winded, while my heart was pounding and my breathing was heavy.

  "I'm surprised you didn't fuck me up against the wall of the club," I teased when he walked up the two steps to his cabin door. Jace didn't strike me as the kind of man who cared where he fucked, especially after seeing him inside the clubhouse.

  "Oh, there'll be walls involved when I fuck you, baby. Along with counters, the back of the sofa, chairs, and a bed." His tone was serious, but I giggled anyway. "I plan to fuck you six ways to Sunday."

  Oh, my! "That's a lot of, ah, fucking." I was quivering inside at the thought.

  His gruff laugh had little to do with humor. "I plan to get my fucking fill of you." He opened the door to his cabin and kicked it shut behind us. A single light had been left on, and without breaking stride he walked through the tiny living area.

  "You know I can walk, Jace." I grinned.

  "Let me carry you while I can, baby." There was a sensual gleam in his blue eyes. "After I've fucked you a half a dozen times I won't be able to."

  I hardly believed that. His muscles weren't just for show. We entered the tiny, dark bedroom. It didn't remain dark for long. Jace set me on my feet and flipped on a switch that bathed the room in a soft glow. I caught my breath at the hunger on his rugged face, wondering if it mirrored mine. It had to, because I was on fire inside and my thighs were wet with my arousal.

  He removed his cut.

  "Get those fucking clothes off before I tear them off you," he threatened in a rough voice.

  Well, so much for romance. But then, this had nothing to do with romance. This was just casual sex between two consenting adults. No strings. His earlier words resounded over and over in my mind. I'd never had casual sex before. Seth had been
my one and only. In my mind, I didn't feel that this was as nonchalant as Jace had insisted it was.

  He tossed his t-shirt to the side, his hands moving to his belt buckle. My gaze was glued to his torso. I nearly swallowed my tongue at the sexy display of his defined muscles. The man was ripped! Not an ounce of fat on him anywhere. After running my gaze along his hard pecks and washboard abs, I caught the movement of his biceps, the thick corded veins in his arms bulging as he worked at removing his pants.

  Holy hell, I was in trouble, and I was suddenly conscious of my own flaws. Seth had been the only man who had ever seen me naked. Jace was built like a God. It made me feel insecure. "Can we turn the light off?"

  "Fuck, no. I want to see you. And you'd better start undressing, Luna. I'm not kidding about ripping those clothes off you."

  Heart pounding, I sat down on the edge of the bed.

  "Leave the fucking boots on," he ordered sharply.

  I stood again and removed my top. There wasn't much to it, and it hadn't required a bra. His gaze zeroed in on my breasts, and all I saw there was satisfaction. A primal sound escaped him. My hands went behind me to undo the zipper to my skirt. It fell easily to my feet. Since he'd torn off my panties, I was naked except for the boots.

  So was Jace.

  Except he'd kicked off his boots before taking off his jeans.

  "Fucking beautiful," he growled, eating me up with his gaze.

  I barely had time to take in his just-as-impressive lower half, the muscled thickness of his thighs, and the sexy V that tapered down to his significant cock, which was hard, thick, and pointing a direct line toward my sex. Jace reached for me, pulling me flush against his body. I gasped. He was hard and hot everywhere. He slammed his mouth down on mine and lowered us to his bed.

  Once his body settled over mine I arched instinctively, eager to feel his cock between my legs where I wanted it. Moaning with need, I was overwhelmed with the feeling of too much too soon. I thrust my tongue against his, enjoying the back and forth battle as our mouths ground together. Jace was making me realize that I liked it rough, that I liked the way he nibbled and sucked on my lips until I was twisting with hunger beneath him.