Sinfully Scarred: Reckless Bastards MC

by KB Winters

  “Thanks, and yeah there are leftovers.”

  “No, there aren’t,” Max insisted with a frown, a bone sticking halfway out of his mouth. He flashed a smile at me. “Let’s see where we are when the evening is over.”

  I laughed at Max, shaking my head at his foolishness. “I’ve been promised leftovers, Max. Deal with it. You get to eat this way every day.”

  He grunted and I couldn’t tell if it was acceptance or refusal, but I knew Jana would hook me up. “There’s already some set aside for you, Teddy.”

  “Damn, mama, I love you so hard right now.”

  She beamed a smile at me, probably feeling overwhelmed with emotions again, judging by the watery look in her eyes. “You’re welcome.” Her expression changed and I felt the hairs on the back of neck rise. “So, a meat cleaver, huh?”

  I sucked in a breath and glared at Tate. “Seriously? You told her?”

  He looked unapologetic as he crossed his arms and nodded, chin daring me to challenge him. “It was a damn meat cleaver, Teddy!”

  “Yeah, I know. I recognized the face it cut right through,” I told him, circling my face sarcastically. “Look, Jana, it’s fine. I’m fine. At least I will be, if the cops do their job.”

  Tate turned to me. “What about that reality TV guy?”

  I sighed. “They talked to him but he’s been cleared, and he only sent the flowers.”

  “You can’t go back there,” Jana insisted.

  “It’s my home and I won’t let some freaky-ass weirdo scare me away. I’ll be fine, or I won’t. Either way, you have more important things to worry about,” I told her with a quick glance at her belly.

  “Dammit, Teddy! I’m going to teach you some damn self-defense.” Tate stood and grabbed my arm, “We can do it here or back at Max’s place.”

  I looked up at him, hating that even at my height, the man towered over me. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

  “My place it is,” he said with a grin and tugged me out the door.

  “Wait. I need my ribs, dammit!”

  Max and Jana laughed, but my best friend didn’t let me down, she brought me a plastic container filled with her delicious ribs and another with some potato salad. “There you go. Let Tate help you, please.”

  “Ugh, fine. Come on, Golden Boy, teach me to kill a man with my pinky.” We stopped at my place so I could change, and thankfully, there were no gifts waiting for me. The drive to Max and Tate’s house was mostly silent, except a few instances of me bitching about his high-handed ways. “Just because we’re friends doesn’t mean you can boss me around.”

  “I’m trying to make sure you can defend yourself,” he said angrily and then scoffed. “Like that makes me such an asshole.”

  “Glad we’re in agreement,” I told him as we stepped from my car. He tried to get me to leave it at Jana’s place, but I was too paranoid someone was following my car — or worse — tracking it.

  He flipped me a smug grin. “You’re a big ass ball of happy right now, aren’t ya?”

  I brushed past him to put my food in his fridge. I wasn’t risking some asshole breaking in and poisoning it. “Yep. Come on, teacher. Teach me.”

  He rolled his eyes and removed his kutte and his long-sleeve shirt, leaving him in nothing but a very tight, and nearly see-through, t-shirt.

  “Okay. Let’s see what you can do.”

  He lunged forward and I kicked him in the balls, or I tried, but he deflected that quickly. Pretty damn quickly.

  “Good try, but most men are prepared for that.”

  I nodded. “Okay. Again.” All he did was lunge forward and I tried everything I could think of, first his face, which he avoided by a quick sideways move. Then his throat, his stomach and yes, his nuts. Again. Finally, in what I can only describe as a fit of annoyance, I stepped on his foot.

  “Shit!” He lifted his foot, frowning even as his lips turned up into a grin. “Okay, well eventually something will work. But by then,” he flipped me around so my back was flush against his front, “he could have a knife in you, several bullets, or just a tranquilizer to knock you out and take you wherever he wants.”

  “Crap!” His feet swept mine and a second later I was on the floor with his big body on top of me. Not a bad position in my opinion, but, “Cheap shot.”

  “This ain’t UFC, Teddy. There are no rules. Fight dirty, do whatever you have to do to get free. And be smart about it.” His breath smelled of beer and barbecue sauce, and dammit, I liked it. “See if you can get me off of you.”

  I bucked my hips against him a few times but the man was built like a goddamn tank. He wouldn’t move until he was good and ready. I wiggled back and forth to no avail. My attempts at head-butting him only made him lean back. “I’m basically fuckin’ dead, then.” Which kind of sucked, considering how hard I’d worked to make something of myself. Twice.

  “No, you’re not. Be smart.”

  Is it wrong that I heard him say be a smart ass? I started to wiggle my body again, this time with more purpose. More focus on a central part of his body that slowly came to life behind his zipper. “Is that smart?”

  He groaned. “Probably not smart of me to challenge you,” he gritted out.

  And just for shits and giggles, and because the man felt divine between my legs, I did it again. His breaths came faster, shallower than before as I wiggled. “Or it’s the smartest thing you’ve done in a while,” I said and wrapped my legs around his waist so he was pressed right where I throbbed. A moan slipped out.

  “Teddy. Bad idea, remember?”

  I nodded. “I do, but I’ve been thinking about it and it doesn’t have to be. I’m not looking to be wifed up, Tate. I’m looking for a fucking orgasm. That’s it.” There was pause and I could tell he was thinking it over, considering it because I knew he wanted me as bad as I wanted him.

  “You sure?”

  I grinned. “See for yourself.”

  He rolled to my side, one hand propping up his head while the other slid easily into my workout pants and panties, finding me wet and slippery. “Fuck me,” he groaned.

  “That’s the plan.”

  A deep chuckle sounded but two fingers slid into me the moment his mouth touched mine, pulling a moan from me. His fingers were thick and blunt as they slid deep, stretching me out. I didn’t know where to focus, his delicious mouth, strong and firm, kissing me hungrily while his fingers brought me closer and closer to what I hoped would be my first orgasm of the night. “Fuck,” he grunted as he broke the kiss.

  “Yes,” I moaned and gripped his shoulders, letting my hands roam freely over his big, hard body. He was all heat and muscles, all man. His fingers pumped harder into me and before I could slide my hand down to the bulge in his jeans, an orgasm ripped through me. “Fuck yeah...Tate!”

  “Now that we’ve gotten that one out of the way,” he began as he slid my pants and shoes off, staring at the wet spot on my panties, “I can take my time with you.”

  I sat up and removed my shirt. And bra. “Let’s take our time later. Right now, let’s go hard and fast.” My hands were already at his waistband, tugging on the zipper when his hand stopped my own. “What?”

  “It’s been a while.”

  Oh right. Prison for six years. “Got it.” I pushed him down on his back and undressed him like his clothes were on fire. But it was me, burning up with lust. My pussy dripped, pulsed and clenched with need for the hard prick that had been pressed against me. “You are a whole lot of man, Tate.”

  “Aww, you say the sweetest things.”

  “I do, don’t I?” His words were cut off when I began kissing my way down his chest, partially for him but mostly for me. He was built with a capital ‘B’ and right now he was laid out like the perfect man buffet and I wasn’t sure where to start first, those bulging tattooed biceps, the pecs with the dark pink nipples or my personal favorite, the rock hard abs I knew would be slightly salty from his sweat. In the end, I was a greedy bitch and tasted every inch
as I made my way to the hard cock cradled between my breasts.

  I looked up at Tate who watched with gray-blue eyes, teasing him with my smile. I didn’t take him in my hand, not right away, instead I crouched down and licked him from the underside of his sac to the slit at the tip of his cock.

  “Oh, fuck,” he said on a long, guttural groan. I did it again and again, finally taking him in my mouth when his hips began to buck against me. “Fuck,” he said, over and over as I sucked his big cock, swirling my tongue around it and using my lips to create more friction. He tasted good and his cock was perfect, long and thick and straight. My pussy grew wetter just anticipating having all that man meat thrusting inside my body.

  “Teddy,” he warned, but he didn’t need to, I felt his cock harden and I felt his come working its way out under my fingers and I sucked even harder as that first salty drop hit my tongue. I sucked it all down while he grunted and thrust up, going deep and turning me on.

  I moaned when he grabbed a handful of my hair, slowly sliding in and out of my mouth as he worked out the last of his orgasm. When his body went limp, I licked the last little drop and grinned. “Now I think we can go hard and fast.”

  He chuckled. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I’m gonna need a few minutes to recover.”

  I grinned. “That’s okay because I have an idea how we can speed it along.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  I nodded and kissed my way up his body, damn near sitting on his chest. “I want to grab all this hair while I ride your face. Hard and fast. Cool?”

  He growled and smacked my ass. “More than. Come on, Cover Girl, don’t be shy.”

  Even if I was shy, which I wasn’t, I was too turned on, too eager to test his oral skills to worry about it. I slid into position and looked down with a smile. “Make me scream, Golden Boy.”

  Chapter 9

  Tate

  Hearing her say those words to me, make me scream, unleashed something primal, something animal in me. It was something more powerful than I’d ever felt because I knew Teddy wasn’t just saying it to make my dick hard or because she wanted anything other than pleasure. That just made me want to make her scream twice as loud. “Challenge accepted,” I told her, keeping my eyes trained on her as I slid my tongue deep inside her wet cunt.

  “Oh, fuck!” Her hips began to move in an up and down motion, riding my face just like she wanted. Back and forth she went and I kept my tongue flat so every drop of her burst onto my tongue and slid down my throat. “Yes,” she screamed when I sucked her clit into my mouth. She smiled down at me, grabbing my head so she could see my eyes as she rode my face. “Oh, Tate, fuck! Yes!”

  She was close and my cock was hard again, ready to pound into her dripping pussy. “I can’t hear you.”

  She looked down with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she rode harder. Faster. Her voice trembled through her screams when I grabbed her ass to help her move faster and her hands moved from my head to the floor as her hips moved lightning quick. “Oh, fuu-uuck Tate!” She cried my name, squealing as she rode out her orgasm, fast and then slow while I drank her. Ate up her juicy pussy.

  I pulled her clit between my teeth and sucked it one last time, sending her body into quaking aftershocks that made her laugh. “Maybe I should call you Cowgirl instead of Cover Girl.”

  She laughed as she slid down my body and laid one hell of a kiss on me, licking hungrily at the taste of her all over my face. “Fuck. After that, you can call me whatever you want.”

  I gripped her ass cheeks, kneading them in my hand. She was so soft and pliant, and the way she relaxed under my grip, her juices coated my cock. “Even Cover Girl?” She pretended to hate the nickname but her lips always curled up just a little in amusement.

  Her hips rolled, dragging her sweet wet pussy up and down my prick and I grew harder, ached to slide deep and make her scream my name. “Even that,” she said and tossed her head back, so her red waves cascaded down her back. Hands braced on my thighs, her hips rolled and dragged until I let out a low groan.

  “Teddy.”

  She stopped and looked at me for a long, sobering minute and then she smiled and it was full of mischief. “Want something, Golden Boy?”

  I nodded, spreading her ass with one hand and sliding a finger into her pussy from behind with the other. She let out a sexy little gasp and fell back on my hand. “Looks like I’m not the only one.”

  “Condom,” she moaned.

  In half a second I was on my feet with Teddy in my arms as I marched down the hall and into my bedroom, lying on top of her as I laid us both on the bed. Max thought it was a big fucking joke when he’d given me that big box of condoms, but now I could kiss my brother. I pulled the box from the drawer and ripped it open, feeling her eyes on me.

  “Uhm, big plans?”

  I grinned. “Max thought it was the perfect gift for a guy straight out of prison. I wanted to kick his ass, but now I’m grateful,” I told her, my gaze dark as she lazily circled two fingers around her pussy lips.

  “Let me help you with that.” She took the condom and tore the plastic with her teeth. I was mesmerized just watching her, so sexy and capable and completely unashamed of her boldness. Long fingers plucked the latex disc from the package and she held it between her painted lips as she slid off the bed to stand in front of me. “Down you go,” she laughed and pushed me back on the bed, leaning over me to slide the condom down my cock.

  With her mouth. “Fuck, Teddy.”

  “Now you’ve got the right idea,” she said and climbed on my lap, holding my cock with one hand as she impaled herself on me. “Oh fuck, I knew you’d feel like this.”

  I couldn’t help but grin at her admission; apparently I wasn’t the only one who’d been thinking about it. After that though, all I could think about was the way she squeezed me tight in her body, the drag and pull against the nerve endings of my cock. I held her hips but let her lead until it became too much. Her slow, deliberate pace felt good but I’d been without a woman for far too fucking long. “Teddy.”

  Her response was to move faster and faster, circling her hips as her pussy began to pulse. Leaning forward, she kissed me and began to ride me hard and fast, slamming down onto my cock with enough force to break both of us in two and I couldn’t look away from her bouncing tits, mouthwatering pink nipples begging to be tasted. Sucked. Licked.

  “Fuck, Tate. Yeah!”

  I couldn’t take it anymore. “Teddy, I need to fuck you.” Before she could answer I flipped our positions and gripped her thighs, spreading her wide so that pretty pink pussy smiled up at me and I thrust deep, fucking her like my life depended on it.

  “Fuck me, Tate. Hard and good. And deep.”

  I growled and gave her just what she asked for, sliding my dick deep until she clenched around me before pulling it out, coated with her juices. I gave her everything and took twice as much in return, pounding into her until my legs burned, my hips stung and my cock was so swollen and rigid my explosion was imminent. “Oh, fuck. Tight pussy.”

  “Wet pussy, too,” she purred as her hand made its way to her clit, rubbing circles furiously.

  Ah, fuck, watching Teddy play with her clit while my cock sank in and out of her, thrusted, pounded hard and deep, was enough to snap my control. I pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, wrapping her long legs around my waist, slamming so hard that the sound of slapping, slick skin mingled with her cries and my grunts. She wrapped those long, perfectly manicured fingers around my arms and let go.

  It was the hottest shit I’d seen in at least six years. Maybe forever. “Oh fuck, Tate. Yes, yeah, oh yeah. Tate!” And then she was falling apart, pussy tightening all around me as her juices made the path even smoother. Slicker. “Fuck,” she cried as one last rush of orgasm ripped through her, milking my cock to the sweet sound of her sexy cries.

  “Fuck, babe.” I pounded harder and faster until I felt my balls grow tight, my spine tingled with anticipation and then Tedd
y’s name escaped on a roar as I emptied into her still convulsing body. “Shit, Teddy.”

  Her breaths came fast and shallow, nipples hard as diamonds and skin pebbled with goose bumps; she looked like some kind of sex goddess. “Damn Tate, that was better than I thought it would be.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh at her plainly spoken words. “Didn’t you know...I’m a master?”

  She bit her lip on a moan when I slid free of her body. “I’m gonna let that slide because you dick-matized me.”

  I froze. “I did what?”

  She sat up on her elbows, tits high and perky with still-hard strawberry nipples. “You left me dick-matized, Golden Boy. As in the dick was so good I can’t think of anything else.”

  I laughed long and hard at that, even while I cleaned up and disposed of the condom. Dick-matized. I’d never heard that shit before...but I liked it. “For that one, I’ll let you rest before the next round starts.”

  Blue eyes rounded in surprise as her eyes slid down to my still half-hard cock, and she licked her lips. “Next round? You mean there’s more?”

  I nodded. “Then self-defense.”

  She pouted. “Self-defense,” she groaned. “Definitely after round three.”

  I slid beside her on the bed and pulled her close until my cock nestled between her tight, round ass. One hand caressed her breast and she was already squirming against me, making my cock hard again.

  This chick was going to kill me, and I was damn well gonna let her.

  ***

  “Damn, Golden Boy, who knew you’d be the kind of boss to order lunch for us?” Dallas smiled up at me as he looked inside the box of food that had just been delivered to the shop.

  “Lasso, what the fuck, man? I didn’t order shit.” But the guy had said the meal had been paid for and his tip was included, too. “Hey,” I called to the delivery kid before he made it out of the shop. “Who paid for this?”

  “Oh shit!” He grinned and turned back, digging something out of his pocket, a blue sticky note, and shoved it at me. “She said to make sure you read this before you, uhm, dig in. Hot chick, too.” He made sure I saw his good-natured grin as he walked away.