by Nicole Snow
Coolness bathed the drenched ache between my legs. My heartbeat echoed in every extremity, beating its want into my brain. The thud crashed harder inside me when he slid his cock against my folds, and I thought I'd pass out.
“You got any fucking clue how bad I've wanted this? How long I've been waiting to feel you like this?” He rocked his hips.
My pussy coated his dick in cream, and he smeared it toward my clit. My slit couldn't have been hotter, tighter, wetter.
“Just fuck me,” I whimpered. The plea in my voice caught me by surprise, but it was honest.
I needed this. I needed him, inside me. Now.
My legs curled around his hips and pinched tight. Brass let out a long growl like a mountain lion zeroing in on something irresistible.
“Just fuck you, Missy? You mean like this?” He shifted his hips, and then slammed forward, steadily pushing his swollen cock into me.
“Yes!”
It was the sweetest shock of my life. Having him inside me with rubber between us was nothing – nothing! – compared to this. My hands scratched at the stone beneath us, too used to having sheets to claw at.
Here, there was nothing between us and nature, nothing between our blood and skin.
“Fuck!” His muscular body shook when he reached prime depth, unable to go an inch more. He filled me completely. “Fuck. Babe, if you were any fucking tighter, we wouldn't even fit.”
I pushed against him, hard, clenching my teeth. The pleasure was almost painful because there was so much of it, flowing like lava through every nerve. My brain struggled to process everything.
“That'd be a real...a real shame.” It was hard to talk.
Brass grunted, pulling back and slamming himself into me, harder this time. I moaned. More current raced through my skin. My ankles burned just holding onto him.
No way. He wasn't going to do this. I wasn't in the mood for a slow, sweet loving. I started to buck, panting hot desire through my teeth, adding my feminine growl to his.
Fuck. Me.
The message must've reached him through his dick, because my lips wouldn't work after three more strokes. Nothing but screams came out.
He was like a masculine mountain plowing into me, all muscle, all need, all conquest. I threw my head back and pumped my hips, desperate to keep pace.
“Come, babe. Come and scream as loud as you want. Nobody's gonna hear it but me.”
Like I could do anything else! He quickened his thrusts, filling me harder and faster, relentlessly forcing me over the edge, until I exploded.
Pleasure gurgled through me and cut off my breath. I couldn't feel anything except the raw heat of my pussy clenching his cock, gushing on his skin, tightening while he drove into me. My head snapped back and I let it all out.
I screamed through the orgasm. I wasn't so sure about nobody else hearing us, but I didn't fucking care. My brain and body were total slaves to the ecstasy he created, the claiming fire roasting me within every time he slammed deep.
He fucked me straight through it and still kept going. I pushed my way up, keeping my legs wide for him, throwing my hands around his neck.
The first climax took a lot out of me. I needed every limb to hold myself to him now, even as my fingers and ankles dug tighter to his skin. He fucked like an animal, a runaway train powering through my legs, grunting for breath and cursing in my ear when he leaned in to sniff my hair.
“I'm gonna fucking bust, babe. You want it inside you, yeah?”
I nodded and whimpered. Thinking about him flooding my pussy with his molten heat sent me hurling toward a fresh orgasm. I tried not to scratch his neck raw, but it was really hard not to.
I couldn't deny it: I was losing my mind in this sex, losing it to him the same he'd already taken my heart.
“Do it, Brass. I love you.”
“Good. Wouldn't dream of wasting this come anywhere else. Love you, babe. Come with me. Wanna feel you milk my balls dry.” His breath hitched. “Come on! Fuck!”
He crashed against me, burying himself to the hilt. His hips thrashed against my skin, even when he was all the way in, kindling a wicked heat on my clit with his pubic bone.
I shot straight to heaven, and then I went somewhere higher when I felt his teeth on my neck. He bit me right there, marking me with one hell of a hickey. His erection swelled inside me and exploded.
The heat was intense, a firestorm all over, burning away everything except the feeling of my pussy being filled with fire. He pulsed again and again, pumping magma jets deep in my womb. My pussy clenched so tight I screamed, desperately sucking at his cock, knowing what I wanted.
I was thankful I'd never let any other man come inside me. This was all his, and God willing, we'd never use condoms again.
I came like a mad woman enjoying her strongest hit, and crashed back to earth knowing I'd never settle for anything less. I was addicted to every inch of him, from the tattooed back I'd just scratched to pieces down to the hard perfection still emptying itself inside me.
He came hard. Long. After an eternity, his body shuddered and he released me, gently settling my sore hips on the rock.
My turn to collapse. Brass held me, stroking my hair. We enjoyed the sudden quiet, the beautiful coolness with nothing except our lungs catching mountain air.
“My sis did pretty fucking well. I gotta give her props. This place isn't half bad,” he mused.
“Yeah? A girl could really settle down here if she wanted. It's so beautiful.” It was strange sitting up buck naked and staring at the dark hills beyond the lake, but I meant every word.
It certainly went beyond the landscape. Everything tonight was beautiful, a starry mountain heaven in the eye of hell.
“Do you think we'll be able to stay in Redding if everything goes right?” I asked, straightening my hair with my fingers.
He nodded. “That's home, as far as we're concerned. This place is Devils' territory. I sure as shit don't belong here. But if I can save my club, maybe coming to Prairie Pussy land with my colors for a visit will be as easy as driving over the state line. You know what else I think?”
“Hmmm?”
He reached down and grabbed my clothes, throwing them onto my lap. “Our sisters are gonna have all that sweet shit eaten if we don't hurry our asses up.”
I laughed. We dressed quickly. Just in time too because the cold was starting to make my nipples hard again in a way that wasn't so sexy.
“Dessert? Really? You're still hung up on that?” I stepped into his embrace, running my hand over his jaw stubble.
“I'm hung up on making sure you get the sugar rush you need for tonight.” He grinned. “Soon as everybody's asleep, I'm fucking your brains out 'til dawn, babe. Being my old lady's a full time job. So's taking this dick. Get used to it.”
He playfully swatted my ass. I jumped, and let him lead me back up the path through the trees, toward the cozy cabin with the glowing lights.
“Good thing I've always been a night owl,” I said, already wondering how I'd have to gag myself to stay quiet while he ravished me.
The next few days were beautiful. Mountain walks, good comfort food made by Saffron, and nights I'd never forget. Brass had to take off every day and take care of business with the Devils, but he always came back before nightfall.
Even Jackie seemed a lot more relaxed breathing the magic Missoula air. Up here, the wolves lost our scent. They couldn't follow. Or so I told myself.
But if we ever wanted to go home, or feel safe again, it all came down to Brass and his new partners removing the cancer at the top.
I tried to be supportive. It wasn't hard when he came to me every night like a storm, fucking me with his hand clapped over my mouth, leaving me to scream and bite and thrash when I came on his cock. Coming this hard obliterated all the worries.
Granted, I should've paid more attention to them. But it was such a relief here. Until we came north, I'd forgotten what it felt like to be truly safe.
Heaven
never lasts forever, especially when it's lodged in hell's cyclone.
I was laying next to him late one evening, my head resting on his powerful chest. We'd just gotten through another round, leaving us both blissfully drained and sweaty, exposed to the cool peace that always settled after sex with this man.
I'd gotten to scream my lungs out tonight. Saffron took Jackie into town for some ice cream, and also to take a look at the local high school in case we were forced to stay here a lot longer than we intended.
Having the place to ourselves should've been perfect. It certainly started out that way. Then his phone chirped on the floor, still tucked in his jeans, a jarring ring intruding on our post-fuck serenity.
Brass groaned, gently pushed me off, and reached down. I saw his face tighten when he flicked the screen on.
“Yeah?”
“We got a serious fucking problem, son.” I overheard Blackjack's gravelly voice on the other line. “The first copies of that tape just hit the other charters today. The mole we've still got in the clubhouse says Fang's mad as hell. He's swearing up and down he didn't kill the guy, promising the other clubs he's gonna get a confession out of whoever did.”
Brass gave me a dark look and pulled the phone away from me, hoping I wouldn't hear. He got up and stepped into the hall. I strained to listen.
“Yeah? What fucking leverage has he got? Sounds like the damned thing did exactly what we hoped for.”
I couldn't hear what Blackjack said. I reached for the heap of my clothes on the ground, pulling on my panties and a long t-shirt. I stepped up to the door frame and waited, hoping he wouldn't notice I was right behind him.
“Okay, whatever,” Brass said. “Send it my way. Better I see this shit for myself...”
There was a long pause. The call ended. Then his phone dinged again, and he tapped the screen to bring up a video.
The short redhead on his screen was beaten bloody. Her eyes were swollen shut, and she jumped each time the demon's hands moved behind her, his fingers flexing rough on her shoulders before he leaned down and showed his monstrous face.
It can't be. Jesus. No.
My face wanted to fall to the ground, but my eyes were glued to the sideshow on Brass' phone. I knew her. It was Jackie's tutor, Christa, and she'd been left behind while we fought our way out.
“You fucking rats are too cowardly to fight man-to-man, face-to-face,” Fang rumbled through the glowing glass. “Now, you see what happens.” He bared his teeth in a sick, angry smile.
“I'm gonna give you seventy-two hours to show yourselves at the clubhouse and bring every copy of that bullshit you sent far and wide. You'll admit that fucking abortion was a forgery on tape, and then we'll see what happens. I'm done making any promises about anyone's safety except hers.”
His fingers tightened on the woman's shoulders. “This bitch dies piece by fucking piece if you don't show yourselves. I know the Prairie Pussies are in on this. They're gonna get the first hand I lop off in the mail, assuming I don't start with these pretty tits first.”
He grabbed her breasts and squeezed. Hard. Painful. Christa jerked in his arms, but she was too bad off to fight. He'd broken her resistance awhile ago – maybe days.
Tears burned my eyes. My heart crashed against my ribs like a hummingbird trying to beat its way out of my chest.
“Seventy-two hours, assholes, 'til I carve my first piece. Then it'll be every fucking hour you cocksuckers don't show. Not a minute more. Don't disappoint me. I didn't claw my way to the top of this goddamned club passing out mercy. Looks like some people have forgotten that lately, and they're about to find out I'll do everything in my power to hang onto what's mine. Don't underestimate anything.”
The screen went dead. Brass' arms trembled, and for a second I thought he was going to hurl the phone down the staircase next to him, smash it into a million pieces the same way my heart was splitting apart.
I couldn't hold in the anguished squeal. He spun, tucking the cell back into his pocket. He was on me in an instant, had me pressed snug against the wall.
“Jesus, Brass. If only I'd known! I didn't know he had her...thought they just knocked her out when they got Jackie. I thought they left her there. We can't let him do –“
“Babe, I need you to get a grip right fucking now. If you have a stroke or a heart attack right here over this, there's no way I'm gonna be able to get her out. I'll be too busy saving your sweet ass to deal with hers.”
I wanted to wipe away the hot tears sliding down my cheeks, but Brass' big arms blocked the way.
“Can you?” I shot him a skeptical look, and it hurt to doubt him. “I mean, can you save her without killing or hurting yourself or any of your guys?”
His lips twitched. “Yes. Have some faith, babe. There's no fucking way I'm gonna let him spill more innocent blood. Not when it's all for clinging to power and fucking up my club.”
His fingers tightened on my arm. Hard. I let out a whimper.
“Shit. I'm sorry.” He ripped himself away and stepped back. “Go back to bed, Missy. I gotta grab my clothes and go. Blaze and his crew need to be in on this. They'll help me figure out the logistics...”
I slumped against the wall. My knees wouldn't work, and I kept sliding down, down, toppled by a dark gravity, slowly losing my mind.
That terrible fog that chewed at my brain while I was bound, watching Serial menace Jackie, returned. I shook my head, fighting it.
Brass gave me a look on his way out like he wanted so bad to stay, to help me up. But he was right – viciously right. I couldn't hold him back. Every second he spent dealing with me was one more second of this poor woman's life melting away, bringing her closer to the gruesome end. Everything the demented bastard promised.
I listened to my man's boots thud down the stairs, and then he was out the door. His truck started a second later, and he gunned it, pulling out of the rocky driveway.
It was like taking a huge splash of glacial water in the face. Or maybe it was pure acid.
I barely knew Christa, but she was innocent. Irony surfaced, raking her cruel nails across my face.
Jesus, dad's desperate mistakes had gotten us dragged into all this, and I'd dragged Jackie in because I'd been too stupid to throw the cash away and run for the hills.
Now, my blackness had spread, eating someone else alive. If it wasn't for dad's sins, we'd have never gotten ourselves captured. I'd never have dragged in Brass and sunken deeper than anything I imagined. My sister wouldn't have needed a tutor, and the girl wouldn't have wound up stuck in this insane biker war.
My temples throbbed. It was hard to stand up, but I managed. I dressed quickly, listening as a vehicle growled into the driveway.
I tensed up, thinking maybe it was Brass. But Jackie and Saffron's laughter at some joke as they came through the door told me otherwise. They'd gotten home just in time. I washed my face in the bathroom across the hall. Must've waited in the darkness for a good half hour before anyone came up to check on me.
“Missy? I've got some chili going downstairs if you're ready to eat.” Saffron paused. “Where the hell's my brother?”
I got up and walked toward her, refusing to turn on the light. I couldn't let her see the crazy turmoil scrawled on my face.
“I need to borrow your car.”
“Huh? We just got back. But I guess if there's something you need in town, I'd be happy to drive you –“
“No!” It came out like a bullet. Sharp. Forceful. “I need to borrow it. There's shit going on with the club...with Brass...I promise I'll get it back to you in one piece. Help me.”
I sounded like a lunatic. Damn, what was one more lie on top of everything else I'd told myself to stay sane during all this?
“Lady, you'd better take a big deep breath and tell me what the fuck is going on before I call up Blaze and find out.” It was the first time I'd heard her angry, and she definitely had the fire in her voice that told me she'd been through some crap.
St
ill, it didn't soften me one bit. “If I say anything else, you won't even think about handing me the keys. Look, I'm going to find myself a ride one way or another...but I'd prefer to have something reliable to get me where I'm going. Preferably a loaner from somebody I can trust to keep their mouth shut.”
Saffron reached for my hand and I spun her around. We were both about the same size, but I was way more worked up. She hit the bed with a muffed yelp. Annoyance foamed in her throat as she struggled up on her knees and looked at me.
“This is insane. I'm calling –“
“Don't.” We locked eyes in the darkness, and I refused to let go, no matter what she did next. “If you call him, all hell's going to break loose, and I'll never save her in time. Brass can't do it. Neither can the Devils. They talk too much. They're too slow.”
Saffron shook her head, frustrated. “Save who?”
“Is Jackie taking a shower?” I asked.
Saffron nodded, just as confused as I expected.
Good. You don't have to make a scene and upset Jackie. You've got to go. Now.
“Take care of her for me,” I said. “I know I can count on you to do that. One day, I'll find some way to repay it.”
I couldn't ignore the shrill voice in my head. I took off and slammed the bedroom door shut behind me, flying down the stairs, leveraging surprise as much as I could.
It worked. Saffron was only halfway down the staircase, screaming after me, when I pulled her purse off the kitchen table. Crap spilled out all over on my way out to her SUV, and I had the keys in my hand just in time.
I popped the door and slid in. There was no time for my seat belt. The vehicle started quick, smooth, and I was backing out as she ran after me. I felt bad watching her pound the hood. She got off one beat, and I kept going. I didn't stop, tearing toward the road through the mountains, leading to the main highway.
My hands went numb gripping the wheel. I didn't relax until I was all the way through town, constantly checking my mirrors for trucks and motorcycles behind me, trying to close in and stop what I had to do.
When Brass and the Devils found out, they'd be furious. Just one more consequence I had to face. Nobody ever said doing the right thing was easy.
