Nowhere (Crimson Outlaws MC #1)

by Bink Cummings

  “I remember you from then. I thought you were a dog.” I did for years until I came here. Wes is different than I expected. Garrett changed that for me.

  Without warning, he grabs a handful of my ass, and I jump, caught off guard. Though, my belly does a little twirl. “I am a dog.” He grins devilishly.

  My hand that’s holding his dick squeezes, and I smile victoriously when his beautiful eyes light up at the pressure. So I do it again. This time, I’m rewarded with a low growl of appreciation. “Obviously, I don’t think that anymore. Or I wouldn’t be touching you here.” My hand tightens once more to cement my statement, and he bucks his hips, fucking into my fist. It slickens with his pre-cum, making the perfect lube. So I jack him a few more times just because I can. It’s a powerful thing, holding a man’s dick, and owning his pleasure.

  Wes’s throat works. “You should.” He sounds like he swallowed a bag of gravel.

  “Why?”

  I pretend that I can’t feel his pulse racing through my fingertips. Or that his hand isn’t gripping my ass harder and harder as I tug him a little at a time. Licking his lips, his eyes roll for an instant as I squeeze the crown of his member. His breath stalls, floundering before he inhales deeply. His frame shudders against mine. Jesus. I love this. He’s so vulnerable right now. It’s doing strange things to my heart and lower places, too. When was the last time I had this with a man? Never.

  “Because … I…” My thumb swirling around his cockhead distracts Wes for a beat. “Damn, Kitten. You’re gonna make me blow if you keep that up.”

  Leaning forward, I scrape my teeth across his Adams apple, then I taste him there. “Blow? Really?” I tease, reveling in the addictive power. He controlled all of my orgasms last night. Turnabout’s fair play, right?

  “Fuck!” Wes roars, and before I know what’s happening, I’m flipped onto my back, and Wes is thrusting into my pussy to the hilt.

  Arching off the bed, nails clawing at the sheets, I wail through the sudden onslaught of rhapsody—the stretch, the burn, the connection. He takes my mouth, stealing my startled cries. Plowing his tongue inside, he deepens our kiss. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his hips as he rocks into me ever so slowly. Detaching my fingers from the bed, I grab for him, my sharp nails raking his back, as my heels dig into his taut ass.

  Flattening his palms on either side of my head, he gradually pulls away. Our lips stick together like glue before separating. I whimper at the loss. Wes’s glistening blue eyes delve into mine. “Before you get upset, I’m not wearing a condom. And I always wear one. But I’m not wearing one with you.” He’s matter-of-fact.

  I scowl at him for making that choice without my permission. Why didn’t I even think of that? Oh, right, that’s because his flawless dick is inside me. I can’t think straight where he’s concerned.

  Wes grins, shaking his head, amused. “Don’t give me that look.” He pecks my lips once, then goes back to garnering eye contact. My face relaxes a little, only because of how adorably hot he looks right now. He withdraws his cock an inch or two before sliding home.

  Happily, he sighs. “I’ve wanted to do that for years, Kitten. And I’ve wanted to kiss these lips for years…” Wes dips his head, claiming said lips for a brief interlude, before retracting. “Wanted to caress this skin.” He runs his hand along my leg that’s wrapped around him. Goosebumps surface in his wake. Fuck, why does he always feel so damn good?

  A thought I probably shouldn’t say aloud pops into my head, but I say it anyhow. “What happened to Master Wesley? Did he get sweet all of a sudden? How do you go from shoving your cock down some chick’s throat, to this?” I crack a sassy smile.

  His face twists into an imitation glare. “It’s called lack of sleep, Kitten.”

  He’s so full of himself. That’s not it at all.

  Exaggeratedly, my eyes roll so he can capture their full effect. “No, it’s not.”

  A knock raps at the door. “Ms. Gwen, have you seen my dad?!” Garrett yells outside.

  Oh. This is not good. This isn’t good at all! Today’s not the weekend. It’s Thursday. Garrett will be expecting me to work. Crap. How could I have forgotten?

  Wes must grasp how much I’m freaking out when he whispers, “Zoe already canceled your tutoring schedule with Garrett today. Calm down.”

  Is he crazy? Just because he tells me to calm down, doesn’t mean I’m going to calm down. I’m hyperventilating over here. Isn’t that taught in Women 101? Don’t order her to calm down, because she most certainly won’t listen. I can’t do that. Garrett’s outside my room. What if he has a key? What if dummy over here didn’t lock it to begin with and he walks in on us having S.E.X? I can’t be one of the blondes to Wes or to Garrett. They mean too much to me.

  Before I get a chance to gather my bearings, Wes drops the fucking Atomic bomb in my bedroom. Kaboom! “I’m in here with Gwen, Bud. Zoe’s going to make sure you get some breakfast, then take you into town. Okay?”

  I’m going to kill him! Then I’ll dump his body in the pond so he can sleep with the fishes. I hope they feast on his eyeballs first.

  “You’re in there with Ms. Gwen?” It’s not clicking. He sounds unsure. “Ms. Gwen, is Dad in there with you?” Garrett asks, and I can’t help it. I smile. I don’t want to because I’m freaking out. Nevertheless, that boy elicits another flippin’ smile from me. What can I say? Garrett is special.

  Grinning like a madman, Wes is the one to raise an eyebrow in challenge. Asshole.

  Swallowing hard, I then reply, stammering, “Ye-yes, Gar-rett.”

  “Are you and Dad playing?”

  Oh. My … God.

  Coughing, I almost choke on my tongue. How do I answer that?!

  Wes silently laughs, his entire body vibrating the damn bed and me. If I wasn’t already peeved at him, I might actually find it kind of adorable. But I don’t. Not at all. “Yes, Bud. We’re playing,” he answers with a hint of humor.

  I slap his bicep, hard. It stings my palm, spiking pain into my shoulder. Ouch! What in the hell is he made of? Concrete? “You can’t say that!” I whisper-scream, turning fifty shades of red. This is so fucked up. He shouldn’t be in here. I shouldn’t want him here. Last night should’ve never happened. I shouldn’t have his dick in my pussy while we’re talking with Garrett. This is wrong, wrong, wrong. To top it all off, the asshole is still chuckling. He’s not taking this seriously at all.

  “Are you bein’ safe? If you’re playing like I think you’re playing, I don’t want you hurting Ms. Gwen. She still has to teach me tomorrow.”

  He knows! He knows! Jesus! How am I going to face my pal tomorrow? Is he going to look at me strangely? Hate me? Ask me questions about it? Oh…

  Wes doesn’t give me much longer to prattle in my head when he drops Atomic bomb number two right on my chest. “Yes, I’m being careful with her. I’m not gonna hurt her, Bud. You know that.” Wes’s tone is oddly caring, like a sweet caress. I feel it all the way to my toes. My traitorous body shivers in delight. Damn it.

  “Okay, Dad. Love her nicely.”

  So. Stinking. Cute!

  “Will do, Bud. Have fun with Zoe today. I love you.”

  Involuntarily, my pussy tightens around Wes’s mostly hard dick like it’s hugging him for being a good dad. My body is such a damn traitor. Remind me to give it a talking to later. It’s not right.

  “We will. Love you, too. And Ms. Gwen?”

  Wes peers down at me, waiting for me to speak. Shit.

  “Huh?” I call.

  “Love Dad nicely, too. And I love you.”

  I’ve melted into a big bowl of girly soup. That’s me. Right now. Damn. I love that kid.

  “I love you more. Now go have fun. Dad and I will be okay.” I attempt to sound upbeat, when in reality, I’m on the verge of tears. He told me he loved me. Albeit, this isn’t the most ideal time. But still, he said it. To me! I blink away the tears.

  We hear Garrett retreat, and when I know he’s out of
earshot, I lose it. All of it. “I can’t believe you confirmed we were having sex! I mean, I know he’s sixteen, and he has to know about sex, but he doesn’t need to know about his tutor and his father getting it on! I … Oh. My. God. Wesley. I can’t believe that! And I can’t believe you’re still hard!” My stupid pussy clenches, again—checking. Yup. Rock solid. “I can’t believe we did what we did last night! Or that you’re so fucking hot!” I peer down his body, suspended above mine. Fuck. He’s ripped, toned, and so yummy it has to be a sin to even look. Praise Jesus. “And I can’t believe I’m sleeping with you right after you got your dick sucked by Amanda last night! And after you slept with her God knows how many times in the past week.” My hands start to flail. “You sleep with her, and now I’m sleeping with you! That’s sick! I haven’t even fucked anyone in…” I pause to think back, but the numbers aren’t computing right. They elude me. I give it an educated guess. “At least a month! Then you punished her last night! Even though she’s in love with you. And I think you might be a little bit in love with her, too. I can—”

  A mouth crashing down on mine forces me to stop talking. It growls to my lips just before thrusting its demanding tongue inside. I gasp sharply when it begins to battle. Then my brain short-circuits, and my pussy starts functioning on autopilot. The whore scratches the surface, clawing her way out, turning my nipples into sharp points. Wes slips his cock outta my pussy and slams it right back in. I squeal into our kiss, so he does it again.

  Oh, fuck. Yes.

  My nails dig into his back, holding on for dear life as Wes pounds me like a beast. Slam, slam, slam, slam! He fucks my hole until it’s trembling around him. Grabbing my legs, he shoves them above my head, resting them on his shoulders. Then goes back to hammering my pussy into submission. Breaking our kiss, I throw my head into the pillows, wailing my need as his dick hits my sweet spot on repeat.

  “That’s it. You’re so fucking beautiful, Kitten. So beautiful,” Wes pants, thrusting deeper.

  Moving one hand to my neck, he holds me there, fingers wrapping around my throat, adding the lightest of pressure. Sweat dampens his forehead as he smiles at me. It’s soft and genuine, hitting me straight in the heart as it swells, sealing our connection. I’m never going to be the same again. Not after today. He’s ruining me.

  Wes’s smile falters, and he grinds his teeth, jaw tight, nostrils flaring. His pupils blow, turning his eyes almost black. “You’re gonna make me come.” He strains, his body coiling tighter.

  “Not, yet. Slow down.” Reaching up to cup the side of his face, Wes’s scruff tickles my palm. Gently, I run my thumb over his reddened lips. He bathes it in his rampant breath. “Slow, baby. Slow down.”

  Exhaling, Wes nods.

  Unhooking my legs from his shoulders, he wraps them back around his waist, reducing his pace. It feels so much better this way. I don’t know why, but it does. Folding my arms around his back, I pull him flush with me so that I’m supporting his weight. Dipping low, he briefly pecks my lips, combing his fingers through the side of my messy hair as he regards me with caring eyes. Then his gaze turns unexpectedly sad.

  “I’m sorry.” He pecks my lips again before burying his face in my neck. I hug him tighter, wrapping every part of me around him, including my heart. He feels so good in my arms. Hard against my soft.

  “What are you sorry for?” I kiss the side of his head, my fingers caressing his shoulder blades.

  Wes slides his cock out, then glides back in, slowly, unhurriedly, perfectly. I whimper when he bottoms out once more, right where he belongs. “For wanting to fuck you into the mattress.”

  I actually bark a laugh at that one, my body vibrating with humor. “I’m not. But if you don’t wanna come, then we’re gonna take it slow.”

  My neck tingles as he kisses me there, peppering sweetness from my jaw down to my collarbone then back again. “But you feel so good everywhere, I can’t help myself.”

  “So do you.” I squeeze my thighs around him, so he understands I really mean that. That I do care for him. That I do love the way he feels. Every part of me does. There’s no denying it any longer.

  “After this, Kitten, you have to understand I’m not gonna go back to keeping my distance.” Kiss to my throat. “I’m not gonna be able to stop touching you.” Kiss.

  “Then don’t,” I breathe. That same gooey feeling takes over for the hundredth time.

  “I won’t. Ever.”

  And with that, Wes makes love to me, like I’ve never experienced before. In and out, his dick hits deep, dragging over my sweet spot. Kissing, we rock against each other’s bodies. Sweat slides between us as Wes stokes my fire from deep within. I moan, digging my nails into his shoulders as my first orgasm takes me, tossing me off a bridge into the unknown. My heart soars along with it, hitting the liquid bottom where sated bliss floats into heaven.

  Tenderly, Wes kisses me, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. I cling to him, never wanting to let go. “That’s it, Kitten. You like it right there, don’t you?” Speaking to my lips, he shortens his thrusts to caress that spot that drives me insane.

  “Yes,” I cry.

  “I’m gonna make you come again, aren’t I, Kitten?”

  “Yes!” My back arches, smashing my breasts against his rock wall of a chest, having no place to go.

  Gradually, he continues the torture, his eight pack contracting atop my stomach. Ass firm beneath my digging heels. Snapping his hips forward, he drives into my pussy. Into that … spot. “That’s it.” He does it again. “Time for number two. Tell me what you want, Kitten.”

  Eyes sliding into my skull, I sob against his mouth. “Please. Make. Me. Come.”

  Sharp thrusts explode from his hips as Wes flies me over the rainbow. Clenching around his thickness, my body convulses as light bursts behind my eyes. Lost in rapture, incoherent words slip off my tongue.

  “I can’t… Fuck!” Wes thunders alongside me, his body going rigid as he fills me with spurt after hot spurt of his cum. Just the thought of him losing it catapults my fizzling orgasm into another.

  Panting together, heartbeats racing as one, my chest sticks to Wes’s as we float down from our highs. Exhaling heavily, his body relaxes, becoming dead weight atop mine. Our foreheads connect. “You … are … incredible.” He struggles, still catching his breath.

  Internally, I dance a little jig at his compliment, and I tip my chin up to peck his top lip. “So are you.”

  Expelling a tired groan, Wes presses his hands into the mattress on either side of my head to detach his chest from mine. The sound of wet skin peeling apart is like Velcro separating. Gazing down upon me, Wes grins, his eyes now lax—sated. He kisses my nose, my lips, my chin, as he climbs down my frame, slipping his softening cock from my hole. I want to complain about our divide but don’t as he continues his descent by kissing the hollow of my neck, one stiff nipple, the next, my sternum, my stomach, all the way down until his mouth is wafting steamy heat over my exhausted pussy. He nuzzles his nose in my cleft, audibly inhaling. “I can smell myself on you.” One of his hands cups me there, holding his essence inside.

  “What are you doing?” I’m all breathy.

  Hand glued in place, Wes shifts his naked body over my legs, coming to lie his head on the pillow beside me. He yawns. “I’m bushed, Kitten. Let’s get some sleep.”

  Out of universal habit, I yawn in succession. He’s right—we could use some more sleep. After all the orgasms I’ve had in the past twenty-four hours, I’m zonked. Add the ones I just had to last nights, and I can’t imagine how much pain I’ll be in once we finally crawl out of our tiny bubble. I kinda love it here; the two of us and nobody else. It’s serene. Although, sometime I’ve gotta take a hot shower and eat something. My belly grumbles at the thought. Of course, it does. I haven’t eaten since we had dinner here last night. Thanks to the blondes, some fancy salads were prepared for us. They weren’t very filling, even with the grilled chicken and pecans.

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��I can’t sleep with your hand between my legs.” I turn my head to the side so that I can see his face square on.

  “Try.” He winks, although the rest of his enthusiasm doesn’t hit his face. He’s tired.

  “Why?”

  His cheeks pinken, going shy on me again. This is an unusual side to Wes. “Because I like knowing what I did there.”

  “That you came?” I clarify.

  Biting his bottom lip, he nods. It’s so innocent, coming from a not so innocent grown man. The admission itself makes those butterflies reappear tenfold.

  I smirk. “You can say it, Wes. For being such a forthright guy, I’m surprised you’re shy about something like this.”

  He shrugs like it ain’t no thing. It dries his shyness right up. “I can’t help it. You’re right. I am a man who knows what he wants and says how it is. But I’ve never spoken about this kind of stuff before. It’s new to me.”

  “You talk about sex all the time.” It’s true. He does. Out of all the men I’ve met, he’s one of the most outgoing in terms of performing sex and talking about it. He could teach a class.

  “Yes. But not about sex with a woman I actually care about. There’s a huge difference between some faceless fuck and a beautiful woman that warms your bed.”

  Whoa. That’s one hell of a statement. One that shouldn’t be doing strange things to me like it is. Very strange things. Things that are making me smile like a blushing fool, among other oddities, internal ones.

  “Now who’s the shy one,” he teases sweetly before leaning in to press an equally sweet kiss to my cheek. “You’re special to me, Kitten. You have been for years. This is new for both of us. I don’t know how you feel, and I don’t want to know right now. We have a few more weeks to let this sink in. But, in the meantime, I want us to get to know each other some more. That is, if that sounds okay with you? No rush. No pressure. Just two adults seeing where things might lead. What do you say?”