Once we reached the dark corner, he pushed me against the back of a building. The air smelled of city and an earthy scent still clung to the stockyards. A street lamp glowed in the opposite corner of the lot and a sea of bikes were between my dark corner and that light.
I closed my eyes then did the thing I’d avoided because once I looked, I wouldn’t be able to look away. I opened my eyes and met Rebel’s cinnamon gaze. So damn sexy. “What do you need?” His hands rubbed in circles on my breasts. My body quivered. I needed him, everything he’d give me.
“I want it all. Every bit of you until you have nothing left to give.” I hadn’t meant to say the words rolling through my mind.
“My kind of girl. I demand everything. You’ll give me more than you know you have.” His dark words created a curl of need in me.
Our lips collided and my body pressed into his. His skillful hands unfastened my skimpy bra and then it was gone.
He broke the kiss. “You won’t need this.” He threw it behind him.
My God, he’d thrown away my bra. I never went without a bra. I opened my mouth but no words came. He’d slid that masterful mouth down to my breast, teasing my nipple, pulling gasps of pleasure from me. My body thrummed, on edge needing more but not wanting to give up the exquisite delight of his lips.
Heat built inside me and I arched into him. His hand snaked down my pants, slipping aside the thong I’d worn tonight. How’d he gotten there? The spring breeze hit the bare patch of skin low on my torso. My shorts were unbuttoned, I totally missed that. His mouth suckled me while his fingers slid through my wetness.
His low groan created goose bumps along my skin. “Please, yes.” I was so close. Overflowing with need, I pushed into his hand, faster and faster.
“Take it, baby, yeah.” His words drove me on.
The force built bigger and bigger until I cracked open and the yearning transformed into satisfaction. “Rebel.” I clung to him as my body shuddered and then calmed. Never. No one had made me come like this.
I stroked him through his jeans needing to touch him, relieve him like he had me, but he pulled my hand away, holding both my hands to my side. “Don’t touch.” He grinned at me. “I want to wait, savor the hunt.”
A new flame of desire lit inside me at his words.
“Tell me now. What are your limits?”
“Limits?” I didn’t know what he meant.
He closed his eyes before refocusing on me. “What do you want to do tonight? At the party? What do you not want to do, no matter what?”
“Besides Stone?” I stalled for time because I wasn’t sure. I wanted a lot, but not too much. If it didn’t make sense to me how could it make sense to him?
The smile was back. “Yes, besides him. We’ll get back to Stone in a minute.”
“I only want you.” That was easy. After the brushup with Joey, I knew I never wanted to be one of three or more.
He nodded but stayed silent.
“I’ve never done wild, let myself go there.”
His eyebrows raised. Was that anticipation in the glint of his eye?
Damn his silence. “Could I do what I want? Tell you what I want and you do it when I want it? No stopping me, like now.” I looked down at his boots afraid to see what was reflected in his eyes.
His thumb settled under my chin and pushed up. I searched his face for a reaction, maybe even disapproval. That’s what I feared.
All I saw was satisfaction.
“I can do that. But you’ll have to use your words.” He searched my face. “Can you do that?”
“Oh yeah, I can so fucking do that.” I grinned wide.
He smiled back. “You’re like Christmas morning.”
I cocked my head not understanding what he meant.
“Christmas always holds the best surprises. Looks like my Christmas is in April.”
Heat crept into my cheeks. Why was I blushing? I didn’t blush, ever. Yet tonight I’d done it twice. Rebel brought out parts of me I didn’t even know were in me.
“So about Stone?” I had no idea what to do with that Christmas comment.
He chucked my chin. “His bike is about a third the way down the line. I got a tracker to stick under his fender.”
He had tracking gear. My level of infatuation shot up, I loved a man who was prepared.
“When we get close, I’ll say fall and you stumble. I’ll place it as you get up.” He kissed my nose. “Angels will always have us, everyone not part of their club, in their sights.”
A chill chased down my spine. The Angels of Death were serious players, and I didn’t want to screw up. “So our cover?”
“You’re my woman, we’re partying with Charlie and ended up here. We go everywhere together, get me on that?”
“You said it before, twice,” I huffed. “I can defend myself.”
“My girl wouldn’t and a girl here not in the sights of her man, well then, she’s everyone’s girl.”
I gulped. This world didn’t have normal rules. What the hell was I doing?
“I got you. You be wild, let it all out, know I won’t ever be more than a touch away.” He sealed his promise with another kiss.
Eventually we moved from our dark spot, ambling toward the noise of the party. He kissed the top of my head which was sweet. A hot sex god with wicked fingers shouldn’t be sweet too.
“Fall.” He nuzzled my ear.
One step, two and I fell. Somehow he broke the fall, not that I needed him to. He knelt. “You okay, Blondie?” His hand shot out and if I didn’t know to look for it, I’d never have spied him sticking a tracker on the bike.
“Damn you got skills.” I laughed, standing up.
“Oh I know, and you haven’t even sampled my best skills.” His arm tightened around my waist. “I can hardly wait to show you.”
“That sounds promising.” We turned a corner and the noise amplified. Music, the buzz of conversation and more met me head on. I’d never been to a biker bash, but this seemed supersized to me.
“Is this normal?” I kept my voice low.
He shrugged. “Normal isn’t part of our vocabulary.”
“Where are we going?” I couldn’t tell one group from another.
“To Charlie.” He held me tight and we walked in a slow stroll, in no hurry apparently.
We passed five naked women lying on a table, holding shot glasses in interesting places. Bikers lined up for shots and some of the men must have had talented tongues that lapped more than the liquor because the sounds of pleasure didn’t sound fake.
A bonfire blazed in the distance and the music came from there. People danced, maybe doing more, it was hard to tell from this distance, and I didn’t really want to get closer. I don’t think my wild ran toward that kind of hedonism but it definitely intersected squarely with the sexy guy holding on to me.
“Compadre, thought we’d lost you to the pleasures of the night.” Charlie’s eyes landed on me.
“Ah, Charlie, glad to know I was missed.” Rebel clasped the guy’s shoulder.
Bikers liked to touch, well he’d touched me all night, but it surprised me how often they touched each other. I’d never guessed they were like that.
Charlie glanced to the guy on his left and he moved away. Rebel sat beside Charlie, no one said a word. The whole interaction lasted seconds—it was like there was some pecking order everyone but me knew about. Maybe in a club that’d make sense, kind of like a wolf pack, but here the order was distinct. I had no idea how that happened. I wondered if anyone had ever studied MC dynamics, they had a distinct way of life.
He settled me close to him on his lap, curled into his chest, my thoughts about biker anthropology vanished. Just my useless sociology degree surfacing. Dad had insisted I graduate from college, and I�
��d ended up with a double major—sociology and criminal justice.
“You want a beer?” He spoke directly into my ear, low and private. Every time he’d talked to me around the bikers, he’d done that, like our conversation wasn’t meant for the others. He made me feel special and I soaked up the intimacy.
“Whiskey and beer for my girl.” He spoke to someone. I must have missed the question.
A few minutes later, a half dozen totally naked girls paraded over. One stopped in front of Rebel bending low and showing off her boobs, mine were bigger and better. Where had that come from? When had I become jealous?
Rebel took the whiskey and beer. The girl faded away. So was she one of the girls for everyone? I shivered. No, I’d never want to be her. I liked Rebel’s protective presence even more.
He set his bottle of whiskey down and twisted the top off the Bud Light before handing it to me. I drank down the ice-cold liquid, realizing I’d worked up a thirst somewhere in our adventures. He winked at me before unscrewing the bottle of Johnnie Walker. He and Charlie clinked bottles before he drank.
Charlie had acquired a redheaded drink girl. I glanced away. Lots of the guys had found women and in that moment, I realized two truths—some things you could never unsee and I needed more beer. Lots more beer. I finished my beer and Rebel handed me another. Where had that come from? I glanced at the dirt. An iced bucket of beer and four bottles of whiskey set on the ground. Shit, the naked girls and blow jobs had distracted me. I’d missed whoever delivered our goodies.
“Turn around here.” Again the low tone, just for me.
I wiggled around until my body faced him and my legs were on each side of the chair. The metal chair rocked while I settled in a comfortable position.
“That’s better.” He drank more Johnnie Walker, half the bottle had disappeared.
“How much of that can you drink?” I bet it was a lot.
“Charlie, what was the count last time you drank me under the fucking table?”
“You passed out at five.”
I made the mistake of glancing over. The redhead had her head buried in Charlie’s crotch, sucking him off. What did I do with that?
“Five, darling.” He showed me his dimples with the smile. “Now kiss me.”
That sounded like the best idea I’d heard since we’d left our dark spot. One minute we were kissing then he moved to my breasts. I moaned and nibbled his ear. “You’re working me up.”
He grunted but didn’t move from my breasts, I think he must be a breast man. The idea amused me. “Tits or ass?” I whispered into his ear. He kissed me. “Both, baby, why settle for one. I want it all and you got it.”
His answer set something free inside me. No one ever said that, all the guys I’d ever dated were all about my breasts, but Rebel wanted it all. I remembered his words, I demand everything. Tonight he’d said I could have anything I wanted.
Was I brave enough? Maybe.
His hand moved between my legs, rubbing the rough jeans material into me. I dug fingers into his shoulders, throwing my head back to give him better access to my body. He bit down on my nipple and I shouted out from the climax exploding inside me.
“More?” He breathed out the word.
Oh yes, I wanted more but not the kind of more he was thinking of. I slid my hands under the bottom of his shirt to touch the chest I’d salivated over all night. I rocked into him and his head fell back, eyes fluttering closed. Breathtaking.
My mind made up, I moved down to his belt unfastening it before I unbuttoned his pants. His hands stilled mine. Eyes open, the question was reflected in his eyes. Did I want this?
“What’s this about?”
I rubbed his hard length.
Desire flitted across his face. “Use your words.” His breathing heavy, eyes lidded, but he still wanted to be sure I wanted this.
Hell yes this was about me and the need I had to taste him. I’d never done this because I’d never had any desire to suck someone’s dick before. No one had driven me crazy with teasing touches until all I could think about was touching him. But that had changed. This was my night to explore all my untapped desires. “I want to suck you. Here. Now.”
Chapter Nine
Rebel
My head spun and not from the whiskey. I want to suck you. Here. Now.
The words echoed in my head. This night had turned into the best kind of adventure. I’d known I’d taste her, but I’d never expected this from the woman I’d met this afternoon. Too straitlaced, uptight and in control for this kind of play. I was wrong and I’d never been happier to be wrong. Everyone had fantasies and I was the lucky SOB who got to live out hers.
Elle’s hand wrapped around my cock to free it from my jeans. She started to move away so I lifted her, making it easy to free her legs. She knelt in my lap, stopping to kiss me with her sweet mouth. Was it her fantasy or had all the others pushed her to try this?
Once she pumped my cock, my brain shut down. I’d been hard most of the damn day because of her, which meant this wouldn’t last nearly as long as I’d like. Hell, just thinking about her lips on me was almost enough to send me over the edge like a fucking punk kid.
Sliding down me until she rested on the ground between my feet, I’d never seen a more beautiful image in my life. Our eyes locked and she gave me one of her sexy smiles then slipped her lips over my cock. I groaned and fisted hands in her golden hair while I forced my hips to remain still. This was her show.
“Lucky bastard.” Charlie spoke low.
I glanced over to where he watched my girl, a dark hunger in his eyes. No matter what he wanted, Charlie wouldn’t poach my territory, and honestly his life was beyond wild. He’d give her nightmares instead of fantasies and we both knew it.
“Don’t I know it.” My eyes closed, my body tensed, but I wasn’t ready to give in yet.
Her tongue circled my tip making me groan and thrust up. Growing braver she circled the tip again before sucking me down. I wanted it to last but my body had been primed too long. I stared down and my chest tightened. Somehow she’d squirmed under my armor and my heart stuttered to life. I’d been in high school the last time I’d felt like this—moony with infatuation.
We moved together and my knees tightened, my hold tightened on her head.
She stiffened.
I clasped my hands behind my head, giving her control to end this the way she wanted. My balls tightened and the release hit me hard and fast, a freight train racing through me. One that ripped open my scarred heart, leaving it vulnerable to the blue-eyed girl who stared up at me with a huge smile on her face. Satisfaction lit her up and made her even more beautiful.
I tugged her to me. Before she’d settled onto my lap I kissed her, not wanting space between us. Emotion had never been my friend, and I walled most of that shit up. But something in our exchange reached down and pulled it free from where I hid it. I poured what I felt into our kiss, needing to rid myself of the weakness trying to plant roots in my heart. I had no room for those kind of weeds.
When I broke our lip lock, I was grounded again. How had one blow job almost unmanned me? Elle was the dangerous kind of girl—the kind you wanted to keep. But I didn’t keep any woman, let alone one like her.
I stood her up so I could fasten my jeans and straighten her shirt, tucking those delicious tits back inside. The shirt, that’s what had my head tripping. I never claimed a woman with my clothes, put one on the back of my bike, any of that girlfriend shit. I’d done two of those things today.
I leaned back in the chair with Elle on my lap. She faced Charlie, who’d lost his chick some time ago. I swallowed the whiskey, hoping to find the perspective I’d lost.
“Tell me how you met this bastard?” Charlie directed the question to Elle.
Her eyes flicked to me, I nodde
d to her. No reason to lie and most likely Charlie knew or would know who she was soon enough. The biker had this way of having information I’d never expect him to know.
“I do the same thing as Rebel?”
“You’re a biker?” Charlie laughed at his own joke. No female was a biker in our world. Property, an old lady, our bitches—they had many roles but none were members of the brotherhood. It didn’t work that way.
“Bounty hunter.” Elle’s cheeks held a rosy hue. She had a delicious blush that made me want to find ways to heat up those cheeks.
Charlie arched a brow at me. “Am I going to have trouble tonight?”
“Nah, just letting my girl live out her biker chick fantasies.” I kissed Elle’s cheek.
“How’s that going?” He grinned at Elle. “Live up to the fantasy?”
Wow, now her cheeks were crimson. Charlie cackled and lit up another cigarette.
“The experience is so far beyond the fantasies. The fuel I have for new fantasies, now that I’m looking forward to.” There was the confident woman I’d seen this afternoon. Badass and she didn’t care who knew it. Damn, I needed to rein this shit in before I started acting like the lovesick fools at home.
I handed her another beer and the conversation turned to bounty hunting. Elle told him about her family tradition of hunting outlaws.
“Chica, your family been hunting mine for generations then.” Charlie launched into one of his favorite topics. His long outlaw heritage, going all the way back to the Wild West. His stories, as outrageous as they were entertaining, had Elle laughing. I liked to see her happy, it suited her better than the pissed off attitude she’d worn earlier today. Hell, it felt like I’d known her forever, but it’d been just a day.
She kissed my neck and bent my ear to her mouth. “Bathroom.” She whispered the word. Unlike most of us, she probably wasn’t good taking a couple steps into the darkness and pissing. Most women wouldn’t be, and I’d be a fool to suggest it.
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