Nothin' But Trouble

by Nothin' But Trouble [Evernight] (mobi)

  Evernight Publishing

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  Copyright© 2014 Jenika Snow

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-818-2

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Karyn White

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  NOTHIN’ BUT TROUBLE

  The Grizzly MC, 4

  Jenika Snow

  Copyright © 2014

  Chapter One

  Lilly Winters had always heard that Court Devlin was “nothin’ but trouble.” Of course he was trouble. He was a classic bad boy bear shifter, didn’t give a shit what anyone thought, and did whatever the hell he wanted to. But that didn’t stop Lilly from wanting him with a fierceness that rivaled anything else. Of course wanting and actually getting were two very different things.

  The music was loud, and Lynard Skynard belted out “Free Bird” through the speakers someone had placed beside the lake. Lilly sat on the back of Court’s motor oil smelling and rusted-out pickup truck, her feet dangling off the tailgate, and the big muscular bear shifter right beside her. This had been a bad idea coming to this party. She was only eighteen, and if her older brother Roan found out she was here, let alone hanging out with his best friend, he’d probably shit bricks. But Lilly didn’t care. Court Devlin might have been a constant presence in her life for as long as she could remember, and he might even be ten years older than she was, but she had wanted him to be her first, had always wanted him to be her first. Shit, she had wanted him to be her everything. But Court wasn’t the type of guy that did relationships, and she had found that out when she really understood what her feelings for the huge, muscular bear shifter were.

  She looked over at him, and although it was dark and the only light that there was came from the huge bonfire across from them, she could see him perfectly. His big hands were stained with grease, as were his faded and worn blue jeans. His blond hair was on the longer side, just brushing the tops of his ears, as if he hadn’t gotten it cut in a while, but didn’t give a shit regardless. That was one of the things she liked about Court so much. He just didn’t care what others thought.

  When she had seen him at the party flirting with one of the girls she had gone to high school with, the jealousy she had felt had been so damn annoying. Of course Lilly knew she had no claim on him, but dammit, she hated seeing him with Alana. That girl was a slut with a capital whore. She watched as Court brought his bottle of whisky to his mouth and took a long swallow. He glanced over at her, and even with the shadows covering his face she saw how glossy his eyes looked, despite the redness that surrounded them from drinking all night. He was drunk, obviously. He handed her the bottle, and she was so surprised that she actually reached out and took it.

  “Roan would hand me my ass on a platter if he knew I was letting his baby sister drink.”

  Lilly tipped the bottle back, and as soon as the alcohol slid down her throat she coughed and gagged.

  Court chuckled beside her and snatched the bottle away. “That’ll put hair on your chest for sure.”

  She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “The only thing going on in my chest is that I just swallowed gasoline.”

  He was grinning at her, but brought the bottle to his mouth again and took another sip.

  “I think I’ll stick with beer.” She grabbed her cheap can of beer from beside her and held it up. “I like not having hair on my chest, by the way.” She glanced in front of her at the fire, but felt his eyes on her. When she looked back at him it was to see Court staring at her chest. The shirt she wore was a plaid, tight button up, and she had left the top half of the buttons undone since she wore a camisole underneath. Instantly her nipples tightened at the fact he was staring at her chest. There was no freaking doubt about that.

  He seemed to catch himself, shook his head, and looked away. “Yeah, your brother is going to kick my ass for sure.” His words were heavily slurred, and she saw his attention move back to where Alana was giggling with a bunch of her other equally slutty friends. Lilly didn’t know what made her do it, but she placed her hand on his thigh. He snapped his head in her direction and looked down at where her hand was. “What are you doing, Lilly?” He was holding the neck of the bottle so tight she could see the skin of his knuckles stretched taut.

  She looked down at his crotch, saw that he was most definitely hard, and swallowed the sudden lump she had in her throat. Lilly couldn’t even claim to be drunk and that that was why she was going to do what she planned on doing. Aside from that one swallow of fire-water she had just consumed, she had been nursing the same beer, now lukewarm, for the last hour. No, she was sober as all get-out, and suddenly had a set of steel balls.

  “Lilly?” There was a hitch in Court’s deep voice, but she didn’t let it stop her from doing what she had wanted to do since she was a little girl. Leaning forward, she rested her other hand on the tailgate, lifted up slightly, and had her lips on his before he could stop her. She pulled back after a second, ran her tongue along her bottom lip, and tasted the alcohol that had been on his lips. Her heart jumped behind her ribs. The kiss probably could have been construed as almost innocent, but there was this very heated look in his eyes that had a small sound escaping her. The sound of the bottle he held hitting the ground with a thump preceded Court’s next move.

  He speared his hand in her hair, gripped the strands in a fierce hold, and pulled her forward. Mouth now on hers once more, he speared his tongue past the seam of her lips and pressed it against hers. Lilly was so shocked that he was the one that initiated this kiss, and that he hadn’t just gotten the hell out of there after she made a move on him, that she was frozen in place for several seconds. But Court continued to kiss her, licked at her lips, sucked on her tongue, and had her becoming so damn wet that her panties were soaked clean through. He went to pull away, but she gripped his broad, massive shoulders, curled her nails into his flesh, and pulled him closer. At that moment she didn’t think about all the people around them, possibly watching what they were doing, didn’t think about how pissed her brother would be if he knew she was doing anything remotely sexual with Court. She just let herself feel something incredible.

  Her nipples were hard, stabbed through the layers of her clothing, and rubbed painfully against the material. He groaned against her mouth and cupped both sides of her face, tilting her head so he could deepen the kiss. Their breaths mingled together, heated, humid, and so frantic that she couldn’t decipher who was panting more harshly.

  He broke the kiss and murmured, “We shouldn’t be doing this, Lilly.” Court trailed his lips along her cheek, down her jawline, and started running his teeth over her pulse, which was beating fast and hard beneath her ear.

  “No, I really think we should.”

  He groaned against her neck, and she let her head fall back as he slid his hands from her face, onto her shoulders, and continued a downward path until he was covering both breasts with his big hands. A moan slipped from between her lips, and she held onto his shoulders tighter. It felt so good. He felt so good. Endorphins were pounding through her bloodstream, and she felt high from them,
euphoric, and courageous enough to go further. Sliding her hands over his chest, she felt his hard muscles jump beneath her palms. There was so much definition beneath his worn t-shirt that all she wanted to do was rip it off and memorize every inch of his chest.

  “If you knew what I want to do to you right now, you’d knee me in the balls and run far and fast.” He bit the side of her throat and a gasp of pain left her, but on the heels of that was this incredible spark of pleasure that slammed right between her legs. Her clit pounded with every beat of her heart, and her pussy was so wet she couldn’t stand it any longer.

  “I am so wet for you, Court.”

  That had him stilling and slowly moving back to look in her face. He looked really damn drunk, but that didn’t stop her from leaning in that small inch and kissing him as deeply as he had kissed her. Maybe she should feel shameful for pushing this. He was intoxicated, after all, but she couldn’t find it in herself to stop it. Was she taking advantage of him? She didn’t know because he was on her as much as she was on him. He would stop if he really wanted to, right? God, stop thinking and just enjoy this moment.

  “You have no idea what hearing you say that does to me.” Oh, she had a pretty good idea. He broke their kiss and looked at the bed of his truck. There were blankets strewn across the back, thick looking ones that had her thinking of all the really sexual things they could be doing on them. “This isn’t right.” He said that but had his eyes lowered so he could look at her chest. Could he see how hard she was? She looked down as well, but it was at his lap where she could see the very impressive bulge that looked almost uncomfortable.

  “It feels right.”

  He looked back at her face and a low, animalistic sound left him. There was no doubt that this guy was all bear. He may look human, but he was built like a tank, taller than the majority of the guys she had ever been around, and stronger than an entire football team. To say he was masculine was the understatement of the century.

  So, knowing that what she was about to say was more than she had ever had the courage to utter … to any guy, she took a deep breath and just went for it. “I want you to fuck me.” The sound that came from him this time was so raw, so low, that she felt the vibrations right down to her clit. She grew even more moist, swollen, and ready for him.

  He wrapped his arm around her waist, hauled her up and onto his lap, and took her mouth in a brutal kiss that had their lips pressing together and their teeth clashing. And before she knew what was happening she was on her back in the bed of the truck, the blankets indeed thick, and Court’s huge body covering hers. The way his truck was parked at an angle would make it impossible for anyone to actually see what they were doing since they were lying down, but Lilly wouldn’t have cared anyway.

  Court used one of his knees to kick her legs open. He was forceful with the action, and with his kissing, and Lilly felt highly feminine. She might only be eighteen, but she had never wanted anything more than to be dominated by this big, burly bear shifter. He positioned himself between her now splayed thighs, and her jean shorts rode up her legs. The seam right in the middle was pressed hard against the cleft of her pussy as he ground his denim-clad cock against her. Over and over, he thrust against her, pumped his hips like he was really fucking her, and having her perilously close to coming. He hadn’t even penetrated her, or touched her below the waist, and she was ready to have an orgasm from dry humping alone.

  “Are you sure about this, Lilly?” he said against the base of her throat.

  “God, yes.” Would she regret this in the morning? Hell no, but there was a little voice in the back of her head that said this could ruin everything.

  “At least one of us is.” He had said the words low, and they were muffled against her throat, but she had heard him. He had been speaking to himself, there was no doubt about that. Pushing at his shoulders was really hard, physically and mentally on her part, but she wanted to make sure that he at least was conscious of who he was sleeping with. He stared down at her with glossy eyes that were half-lidded.

  “I’m not forcing you to do anything.”

  He closed his eyes and hung his head, and for several seconds stayed that way. But when he lifted his head once more and looked at her, she was shocked to see that his normally green eyes were now black, and that had nothing to do with the shadows that surrounded them.

  “No, you’re not forcing me, but once we do this there is no going back.” His chest rose and fell, and she swore she was talking to his animal right now. His voice was deep, slightly distorted, and very harsh.

  “Just fuck me.” Maybe not the most eloquent way to put it, but she was so aroused she couldn’t think straight, and had been this way for far too long. It was all because of this guy.

  “You got a fucking mouth on you, girl. I think you been hanging around your brother and me—”

  She rose up and braced her upper body on her elbows, and cut him off with a kiss. No way in hell was she talking about Roan at a time like this. Besides, Court would think on that and decide that this really was a bad idea, because if her brother did find out he’d go Rambo on both of their asses. Bracing her body on just one elbow now, she lifted her hand and gripped the back of his neck. She adjusted her body so she could move her other hand between their bodies and undo the button of her shorts. He broke away, moved back so he was on his knees, and was undoing his own jeans, too. Lilly lifted her ass and slid her panties and shorts down. And then when she had one of her legs free from them, she lay down on her back once more and watched with heat rising to the surface of her skin as Court pushed his jeans down only past his hips, grabbed his cock and stroked himself from root to tip.

  Being a virgin Lilly wasn’t an expert on dicks up close and personal, had done the whole Sex-Ed thing in school, and watched some pornos with her friends, but nothing could have prepared her for what Court had been packing between his thighs. His dick was thick and long, with the tip round and wider than his shaft. And his balls, holy shit, were his balls big, but then again everything else on the man’s body was colossal.

  “If you keep looking at me like that I won’t be able to go slow with you, Lilly.” He reached behind him, grabbed his wallet from his back pocket, and took a condom out. Watching him roll that latex on his erection should not have been as arousing as it was. He moved back between her legs, but he didn’t push into her right away. He placed his hand on her pussy, and a moan left her at the feel of the heat that came from his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” He started moving those digits up and down, faster and harder until she licked her lips, gripped onto the blankets beside her, and bit her lip to hold off from moaning. She couldn’t speak, but she nodded at his statement. “Christ, you’re so ready for my cock, aren’t you, baby?”

  “Yeah.” She said that word so low that she didn’t even know if he heard her, but he closed his eyes and groaned, and she knew he had. For several seconds all he did was move two fingers up and down her cleft, rub her clit back and forth when he got to the little nub, and then move back down. Then when she was about to scream for him to shove his cock inside of her he lifted his hand between them, and to her utter shock brought those digits to his mouth and sucked every last drop of her wetness from them.

  Lilly could do nothing but stare at him with what she knew were wide eyes. God, he was making her wetter. He finally stopped, and she found herself sighing in relief. If he had kept that up a minute longer she would have come before he even slid inside of her. He then leaned down and kissed her, speared his tongue into her mouth so she could taste herself on him, and grunted when she nipped his lip. Pulling back from her, he gripped himself and placed the head of his shaft at her entrance. Lilly couldn’t breathe as she looked into his face, one that had this hard mask covering it, and this wild quality to it. His eyes were so very dark, and she swore she could see his muscles grow thicker right before her eyes. This wasn’t just the man she had wanted for so long, but his bear, too. And while he held her gaze wi
th his own he started to push inside of her.

  A gasp left her at the feel of him pushing that huge and thick length into her. She wasn’t going to be one of those girls that looked at a dick and said it wouldn’t fit, because obviously she knew it would, but she was one of those girls that would say he was big enough that he would have to work his cock into her body, and it sure as hell would be a tight fit.

  He was stretching her to the point that the pain and pleasure mingled as one, and this burning sensation encompassed her entire body until she felt like she would suffocate from the intensity of it. Sweat beaded along his brow, and the low grunts he made were so arousing that she lifted her ass, trying to take more of him. But he placed a hand on her hip, hard enough that it was uncomfortable, but still felt so good. He was hardly inside of her, but having him just stay there, barely lodged in her pussy, was torture.

  “You can’t do shit like that or I’ll come before I bottom out inside of your cunt.” Lord, his filthy and crass words should not have made her wetter, but they did. She hadn’t told him this was her first time, but didn’t intend on mentioning it either. To some guys that was an instant turn-off, and they had already gone too far for to stop this because he didn’t want to be her first. So, before he continued with this slow shit, she reached up and grabbed a chunk of his hair, pulled him down to her mouth, and kissed him to make sure he knew that she wanted this more than anything else. He groaned against her lips, and in one hard, quick thrust, buried himself fully inside of her. A gasp left her, but it wasn’t from the pleasure she had felt up until this point, but because when he broke through her hymen that shit hurt.

  He pulled back and looked down at her with knitted brows. Could he tell she had been a virgin? She assumed guys could, but it wasn’t like she had firsthand experience with it, well, up until now. So, before he started saying anything, she wrapped her legs around his lean hips, causing him to slide in another inch, and the way his expression morphed into ecstasy she knew she had him where she wanted him. God, Lilly almost felt bad for doing this, because clearly he had second thoughts about this, and then she hadn’t told him she was a virgin. But he was hard, had kissed her back, and what was the point of stopping it when they had gone this far? Him stopping now would only have her burying her head in the sand and waiting for the ground to open up and swallow her.