Carnal Hunger

by Tory Richards

  “So tell me, Beth, just what are you willing to do?”

  “Whatever it takes,” she smiled with confidence.

  Yeah, that still remained to be seen. So I decided to test her for the hell of it. “Then fuck me.”

  “Thought you’d never ask,” she cooed.

  Well, that response told me what I wanted to know. I curled my hands around her upper arms to push her back and off my lap when a gasp from the doorway drew both of our gazes there.

  Fuck!

  It was Iris!

  Chapter 10

  Iris

  I froze in the doorway to Vince’s office, stunned at what I’d just heard, at what I was seeing-- a beautiful, naked (well, almost naked), woman grinding her pelvis against his, and his hands on her arms after ordering her to fuck him. At hearing my sound of disbelief, their heads swung my way, and the surprised shock on Vince’s face told me that I was the last one he had expected to see there.

  “I−I, ah--” God, I felt like such a fool! I was stuttering like an idiot, and angry at myself for feeling hurt. In spite of his words at the lake earlier, I should have known that a man like Vince would be a player. I pulled myself together. “Excuse me for interrupting.” I stepped further into the room. “Penny asked me drop this package off.” I dropped it onto the desk and quickly turned to leave.

  “Iris.”

  I ignored him and continued toward the door, picking up my pace when I heard them moving behind me. I couldn’t face Vince right then with any semblance of control. I was too pissed at how easily I’d fallen into his arms. I wished that I hadn’t volunteered to deliver that package to him on my way into town for groceries. Ugh! Men! I needed time to calm down.

  “Iris, wait.”

  I shrugged off his hand and kept going. “I can’t. I have grocery shopping−”

  “Let’s talk.”

  Once again I shrugged off his hand. I gave him an irritated look. “I’m busy, Vince. And there’s nothing to talk about.” The girl he’d been about to fuck walked through his office door toward us, a smug smile on her face that told me that she knew how I was feeling.

  Great! Just great!

  “We’ll finish what we started later if you want,” she said to Vince, giving him a wink as she walked past us.

  I felt my cheeks get hot and started to walk away again, my gaze landing on the girl’s naked ass.

  “Wait−”

  “No. There’s nothing to talk about. Everything is good. I have some shopping to do for Penny and then I need to stop in and see the doctor to get tested for a STD.”

  “What the fuck did you just say?”

  This time I couldn’t shrug off Vince’s hold. He not only grabbed my arm, he pushed me back against the wall. Our eyes clashed, and I could see how pissed he was. Well, that was just too damned bad, I was angry, too. So angry that I was shaking with it. “You heard me. We’ve had unprotected sex, Vince. I just realized that maybe I’d better get checked.”

  His face darkened and grew taut, his eyes glittering black diamonds that cut. “What are you implying, darlin’?” he asked between his teeth. “I haven’t screwed anyone but you since I got out of prison.”

  His anger didn’t scare me in the least. “Looks like that was about to change. But that’s okay, Vince, really. I have nothing to say about what you do, or who you do. I’m old enough to realize that just because we had sex a few times doesn’t mean anything.”

  “Nothing happened,” he snarled.

  I folded my arms and just glared at him. “I’m sorry that I interrupted you.” Suddenly he grabbed my hand. “What the hell are you doing?” I hissed when he placed my open palm over his jean covered cock.

  “What do you feel?”

  “Nothing.” I wasn’t sure what he was looking for.

  “Exactly, darlin’, nothing. I had a beautiful woman sitting on my lap, ready to fuck me, and my dick didn’t even make an attempt to rise to the occasion.” He gave me a couple of seconds to digest his words. “The last I knew it takes a hard dick to fuck a woman, and since I’ve been back, you’re the only woman he’s interested in.”

  Wow.

  I just stared at Vince, blinking, wondering if I could believe him. I knew what I’d heard, he’d told her to fuck him, maybe she hadn’t been grinding on his lap long enough to get him hard. I didn’t really believe that, though. He didn’t seem to have a problem getting hard around me, even now. My hand was still crushed against him and his cock was growing and hardening by the second.

  I jerked my hand away. “I have to go.” I couldn’t deal with Vince and what he made me feel right then. The scene I’d walked in on was still too fresh in my mind, and hurtful.

  “Oh, no you don’t, baby,” he grumbled, catching my hand and hauling me with him back toward his office. “No way you’re gonna leave before I get a taste.”

  “Maybe I don’t want to give you a taste.”

  He slammed his office door shut and I found myself being pinned up against it with my arms above my head. “Maybe you do,” he said against my mouth.

  “I heard you tell her to fuck you,” I said softly, not caring if my tone revealed how I really felt.

  “Baby, I swear, it wasn’t going to happen. Beth wants to work at the club and was trying to show me that she knew what would be expected of her.”

  “But she already works here.”

  “No. I’m talking about Mad Dogs’ clubhouse. Girls there are expected to provide the brothers with special services.”

  “Oh.”

  When his mouth closed over mine I literally melted into him, my softness against his hardness. I whimpered, opening my mouth to his thrusting tongue, responding to his sensual attack of my senses. I’d already convinced myself that he was an honest man. Still, I hadn’t liked seeing that naked woman clinging to him.

  He held me pinned with one hand, while the other one moved down my body in a rough stroke. I arched my body into his hand as he went, hungry for more, shamelessly responding to his hands on my breasts, belly, and thighs. Suddenly he settled between my thighs, pressing hard against my sex. I knew I was wet. He groaned, and I felt his fingers crawl up to my waist.

  “Christ, darlin’,” he rasped, as his fingers fumbled around my waist and I instinctively knew what he was searching for. I was still wearing the jumper from earlier and the only way in and out of it was to undo the top and pull it down. “How the hell do I get into this thing?”

  A burst of laughter escaped from me. I couldn’t help it. “You didn’t seem to have any problem this afternoon,” I teased. “And we’re not doing this here.” No matter how good he made me feel, there was no way that I was going to let him fuck me in his office.

  “Never tease a determined man, baby.” The next thing I knew his fingers were against my thighs at the hemline and inching upward beneath it. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way,” he grinned triumphantly, reaching the panties I’d put on when I got home, shoving the material aside, and wiggling his finger between my folds.

  I cried out as soon as he touched my clit. “Vince…no!”

  Since he still held my hands pinned above my head there was nothing I could do to stop him from fingering me. I twisted and strained against his powerful hold, realizing too late that my movements actually aided in giving Vince more access to my body. I couldn’t deny the pleasure shooting through me as he thrust two fingers deep inside, hooking them on the way out so they would curl against my G-spot. I quivered and whimpered helplessly, moving my hips shamelessly. Too easily he brought me to orgasm, slamming his mouth down on mine to stifle the sounds escaping me in the moment.

  Vince was merciless, not letting me come down from the release that had exploded through me. His fingers kept working my clit, kept seeking my G-spot, until I was a quivering mass of exposed nerves. I hadn’t known an orgasm could last so long. It drained me. I collapsed against the wall, and the only thing holding me upright was the hand locked around my wrists and his crushing weight
.

  “Please…no more…I can’t.” I could feel my thighs trembling weakly. “I hate you,” I whispered without much conviction.

  “Not the response I usually get when I give a woman an orgasm.” I could hear the humor in his tone.

  “I told you that I didn’t want to do this here.” We locked eyes. I was still panting.

  “All you had to do was say no, darlin’.”

  “I did say no.” At least I was pretty certain that I had.

  He laughed. “Baby, that was a ‘no, don’t stop’ kind of no, and you know it. As soon as I touched your pussy you were mine.”

  He was right, damn him. I could still feel his cock throbbing against my belly, big and threatening and hungry. It frightened me at how desperately I wanted him inside me. What had the man done to me, turned me into a nymphomaniac? I wasn’t sure if I liked the feeling. I had never had a high sex drive, even when I’d been married. I’d always looked at sex as a chore that I had to get through to make the man happy. God, I winced at realizing that, especially when now I wanted it for me.

  I wondered if he was going to fuck me against the wall, and suddenly I wanted it more than anything. It didn’t matter that we were at his work. It didn’t matter if his staff knew what we were doing.

  Remembering what I’d walked in on, I couldn’t help feeling that, given enough time, and he would have been fucking that woman. She was beautiful and had been grinding her naked curves against him like a bitch in heat. What hot-blooded man could say no to that?

  “I wish I had time to fuck you, darlin’,” he rasped against my mouth, slowly removing his fingers. “I have someplace to be in an hour.” I lowered my arms when he released my wrists.

  I forced down my disappointment. “I have to go, anyway. Penny wants to make Dickie’s favorite dish for tomorrow’s dinner, so she’s waiting for me to return.”

  I watched, spellbound, as he brought his fingers to his mouth. “Won’t taste as good as what’s on my fingers.” My vagina clenched when he put them into his mouth and sucked them clean.

  Who did that? And how was I ever going to be able to eat Penny’s corn beef and cabbage without this flashback coming back to haunt me? Realizing I’d fallen into some kind of stupor, I gave my head a shake and met his eyes. “You are dangerous to my health.”

  His sexy grin told me that he liked that. “Good.” He gave me a brief kiss. “I plan to keep it that way.” A knock at the door made me jump. Vince didn’t even move, not even to put decent space between us. “Yeah?”

  The door opened and another woman, this one a redhead, poked her head through. Her body was just as exposed at the one who’d been sitting on Vince’s lap, in nothing but a black G-string and tiny black pasties that barely covered her nipples. “Oops! Sorry, boss, didn’t know you were busy. Rory’s busy out back with a vendor and there’s a, ah--” she gave me a worried glance, “customer who insists on talking to you.”

  Why did I get the feeling they’d just shared some kind of coded exchange with that look?

  “Be right there.”

  She disappeared, and I returned my gaze to his. “Is there a law or something against wearing clothes in your bar?” I faked a smile.

  He didn’t. His was genuine. “It’s a bar, darlin’, and we cater to bikers and truckers. They expect to see a little tits and pussy with their beer. The girls are okay with it because they make good tips.”

  I didn’t doubt it. I wondered what else the girls did for those good tips, but it wasn’t my place to ask, or to worry about. I had to get to the store. “Penny is waiting. I need to go.”

  He kissed the tip of my nose. “Come on, I’ll walk you out.”

  The bar had opened since I’d arrived, and was already busy. Most of the stools at the bar counter were filled, and a blond-haired girl in gold, star-shaped pasties was pouring beer and serving them up as fast as she could go. Two others were waitressing the tables. From what I could tell most of the customers were indeed bikers, and they were the kind who looked mean and dangerous. The looks they gave the girls was frightening, yet the girls seemed to thrive on them.

  Vince’s hand was at the small of my back as he guided me through the bar and toward the door. I wasn’t the only woman in there. I was, perhaps, the only one wearing clothes, but I sensed the interest in the room, and felt several pairs of eyes on me. Several patrons acknowledged Vince as we passed. I was surprised that he opened the door and followed me out to my car.

  “Baby.” He turned me toward him. “Give me your phone.”

  “Why?” I frowned.

  “I want you to have my number.”

  “It’s in my purse.” I opened the car door and bent to get my purse. As I moved to back out I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me firmly against the front of him. I straightened, releasing a breathless laugh of nervousness.

  “Damn, baby, don’t flash that sweet little ass in front of me like that. I should have fucked you,” he said hoarsely into my ear. “I’m gonna have a hard-on all night thinking of you.”

  His rough admission sent a thrill through me, especially when I could feel the hardness of his cock against my butt. With a smile I dug around for my phone, turned, and handed it to him. He took it and easily programmed his number into it, and then handed it back to me.

  “I’ll see you again soon.” He kissed me hard, and waited for me to get behind the wheel before closing my door.

  I wanted to ask Vince when “soon” was, but remained silent. I didn’t want him to think that I was desperate, even though I was. The man had some serious mojo going on, because my libido had been running full steam ahead since meeting him. After giving him a parting smile and a finger wave I was on my way to the grocery store in town.

  Chapter 11

  Iris

  I wasn’t surprised to see two bikes parked in front of the house when I returned home. Penny had told me that since Dickie didn’t leave home except for doctor visits, members of the club came by at all hours to spend time with him. She didn’t mind, glad for the brief reprieve it gave her to do some things around the house without worrying about him. She was in the kitchen sliding a pan of brownies into the oven when I walked through the door.

  “Who’s here?” I asked, setting down the bags of groceries.

  She smiled. “Odie and Hotrod rode in right after you left.” She started pulling items out of the bags. “I’ll slow cook this brisket all night so we can enjoy it for dinner tomorrow. Dickie has always loved my corned beef and cabbage.”

  “It is your specialty,” I agreed, putting the milk in the fridge.

  “Well, I’ve had−”

  I’d been pulling the cabbage out of the bag when her pause caused me to glance up. She was looking at me in a funny way. “What?”

  “What…is that?” She frowned, moving closer to me, squinting at something on my neck.

  I leaned away from her and slapped a hand over the spot that I was surprised she was just now noticing. Vince had left a mark from the other day, and I refused to call it a hickey. A thirty-two year old woman did not get hickies! Penny yanked my hand down, her jaw dropping when she realized what she was looking at.

  “Oh, my, God!”

  I laughed. “It’s a bug bite.” I knew she wouldn’t go for it.

  She clicked her tongue. “It’s a hickey!”

  “No, I think something bit me the other morning when I was outside.”

  “Was his name VD?”

  I looked at her. “It could have been.” We both laughed. “What can you tell me about the man?”

  She shook her head. “Not much, sis. I’m just getting to know the members little by little when they come over. I’d met VD briefly a couple of times before he went to prison but we didn’t really talk.”

  “Does it ever bother you that Dickie kept you in the dark about his club all these years?”

  She seemed to think about it while unwrapping the brisket and placing it into the crock pot. “It was my choice.” I looked a
t her questioningly. “When we first got together he gave me a choice when it came to the club and whether or not I wanted to know what went on inside it. He said it was all or nothing. After seeing a little bit about what they were involved in while we were dating, I decided I didn’t really want to know, as long as he came home to me every night. I didn’t realize at the time that that also meant I wouldn’t get to know his members and their families.”

  “Do you regret your decision?”

  “Yes.” I didn’t miss the sadness in her eyes. “They’re good people, Iris. No matter what goes on in the club, they’re a family and I can feel the friendship and love they share when I’m around them. I feel like I’ve lost out all these years. I should have given it a chance. But I’m glad that I’m getting to know them now.”

  “The women seem friendly,” I commented, praying they continued to come around for Penny’s sake.

  “Yeah, I like them a lot. They’ve invited me for a girl’s night out a couple of times.” She hesitated. “Now’s just not a good time.”

  I knew Penny would never leave Dickie for a night of drinking and dancing, so I suggested instead, “Then why don’t we have a girl’s night out here? We can set up on the deck out back, put on music, light the torches, and have margaritas. Just kick back and relax for a couple of hours.” The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea. “I bet a couple of the boys wouldn’t mind coming over and keeping Dickie company.”

  “I don’t know.”

  I could tell by her tone that she wasn’t ruling it out completely. “Let me make the plans. You know you need this, sis. A couple of hours of girl talk will do you good. You haven’t done anything for yourself in months.”

  She grinned. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt anything. And I really enjoy spending time with the girls.”

  I jumped before she talked herself out of it, opening the drawer where I knew she kept a pen and pad. I ripped a sheet off. “Give me their names so I won’t miss anyone.”