The Italian: A Mountain Man Romance

by Hazel Parker

  “Oh, well,” she said sighing. “You never know. You might get lucky, even if you lose.”

  I laughed. “I’d rather not take that chance,” I said as I sunk my last two balls before lining up to hit the eight ball. I looked her over, checking her state before offering. She was drunk, but not all over the place. She was clearly in control of her faculties and could make her own decisions without regretting them. Unlike her friend, who was snoring softly against the wall. “You want a last one before we bounce?” I didn’t mind rubbing it in her face; she was taking it in stride.

  “Nope. Go ahead.”

  “Left corner pocket,” I called it out before hitting the ball. It fell without a hitch, exactly where I called it, and instead of being angry or annoyed, she laughed and walked away.

  “Where you going?”

  “To get my friend,” she said, helping Daniella stand. She was clearly four sheets to the wind. She continued to explain, “I’ve got to get her in a cab because I already have a ride,” she said, sliding her hand under Daniella’s arms. “With you.”

  “And here I was thinking you were going to try to skip out.”

  She giggled. “I don’t think so. I’m a big girl. I’ll take the consequences.”

  “I’ll still let you ride my bike,” I said, but added, “As long as I drive,” when I saw the gleam in her eyes.

  I stepped up, helping Red with her friend’s weight, and once Daniella was safely in a cab, I paid the cab as Red gave the driver her address. I overheard her friend rambling.

  “Night, Ally.”

  She kissed her forehead before pulling away. “Night, you. Sleep well.”

  I wondered if Ally was her real name or a nickname. I bet it was a nickname, and if it was, I wondered what it stood for.

  “Then there were two,” she said turning to me as the cab pulled away.

  “Don’t worry, babe,” I said taking her hand with a smirk. “You’re about to take one hell of a ride.”

  She tried to appear calm, though I could see apprehension in her eyes.

  “Ever rode before?” I asked as we stood before my bike. I didn’t have an extra helmet so I handed mine to her.

  She shook her head no. “Ok. There’s only two rules.”

  “Yeah?”

  I nodded. “Do everything I say,” I said, checking the helmet straps were on correctly and tightly before climbing onto my bike. She straddled my back, sliding down until her thighs were right under mine.

  “And the second one?” She had to scream over the growling of my bike.

  “Hold on,” I commanded as I kicked up the kickstand and gunned away from the bar onto the open road.

  Her arms tightened around my waist and I worried she was afraid before I heard her giggling in my ear.

  “Wahoo!” she screamed into the night in exhilaration. I could understand. I could remember the first time I rode my own bike and that feeling, like I just conquered the world and like nothing bad could ever happen to me, bubbled up every time I climbed back on. There was nothing like it.

  I’d had countless women ride behind me on my bike, but Red was the first to appreciate it for it was. I could feel it in the breath on my neck and the way she tucked into me for comfort, not in fear – she was experiencing it the same way I was. It was quickening her blood. She was actually having fun. I could tell by her laughter in my ear and the way her hips pushed against mine on the back. This was exciting her, and her lust for life was turning me on.

  Together, we raced along the streets in a blur, with disregard for speeding limits and other cars on the road.

  Too soon, we pulled up in front of my home, I could feel the vibrations still pulsing throughout my body. I kicked the kickstand and swung my leg over the bike. I helped her and hand in hand we walked up the short porch.

  As we got to the door, the heat in my body and her tension behind me was almost too much. I pushed her against the wall right outside my door. I couldn’t help teasing her, rubbing our crotches together.

  “Are you scared to be at a biker’s house?” I asked, one hand gripping her waist and the other holding her chin so she could look nowhere but in my eyes.

  Her breath came out in gasps, but I could see the lust in her eyes. “No.”

  Her voice was strong and confident even though I could tell she was a long way from home.

  “You know what will happen if you go in there, right?”

  “Yes,” she panted.

  A small voice in me told me to be responsible before I lost it. This was unlike me, never had I hesitated with a woman, but with Red, I wanted to make sure she didn’t regret this. “This is your last chance, Red. If you don’t want this, tell me. You have to say no right now, because if we go in this house, I’m not going to be able to stop. I’m going to do what I’ve been thinking about since the moment I saw you.” I leaned closer, until we were nose to nose. “Tell me. Do you want me?”

  “I do.”

  I stepped back and forced my key into the door. I made short work of the lock, kicking the door open, then turned and yanked her into my embrace again. I tipped her over, securing her in my arms as I stepped over the threshold and kicked the door closed behind me before my lips captured hers.

  Fuck.

  She tasted some kind of delicious.

  Chapter Three – Red

  Warren lowered his head and I moaned in anticipation, resting my head on the wall of the brick front porch before his mouth even touched me. I wasn’t ready for his face to stop inches from mine or the questions he’d ask that burned my insides. I couldn’t keep the truth inside. My body wanted him, and I knew that I wouldn’t regret getting under this man.

  “Do you want me?”

  His eyes burned, and I wondered how it was possible I so easily found myself drawn to this mysterious, handsome man.

  “I do.”

  I almost couldn’t believe where I was or what I was about to do. The woman I was now and the woman from a few short weeks ago were two entirely different people, but I wasn’t scared. Everything about Warren was different. Even though I imagined he could do damage with his body, he seemed to only protect. The way he was almost pleading with me at the door. Despite being a big guy, way over six feet and built with muscles, he was gentle as he grabbed me and swung me into his arms before I could react. It was not a brutal thing at all. He carried me close, like a bride, down the darkened hallway. He looked down at me, carrying me without any effort. A little sweaty from being outside, his muscles tensed, bunched like he was holding himself back from pouncing, telling me how much he wanted me with his eyes.

  This was the first time I hadn’t had sex with him, and I was nervous, but not scared, because it was only one night, and if it was that bad, I was never going to see him again. I was good with the consequences, whatever they were, because he was hot and I was overdue for something fun and reckless. Sex with a biker was the epitome of those words.

  “I can’t wait to get you naked,” he said, walking in the dark with confidence. “Your pussy needs my tongue. I’ve been wondering all fucking night if the curtains match the drapes.”

  “What?” I asked, it had been a long time since I had heard that. I was heated, as I’d never had someone talk dirty to me. I blushed as red as my hair, though he couldn’t see it, and laughed.

  He would find out soon enough.

  He deposited me on the bed and then reach down to undo his belt. He kicked off his boots and I decided I wanted to help. I came forward, trailing my fingers over his ridged muscles as I pulled his t-shirt off over his head. I had it off in a matter of seconds, and then his hands were on me, yanking clothes off me, as if he couldn’t wait to touch my bare skin. His hands skimmed down my sides, past my bra, down to my hips, and over a raised scar over my ribs.

  “What’s that?” he asked, his hands running back over it.

  I dismissed his question with my lips.

  It wasn’t important.

  Excitement made me breathles
s and I reached forward with more confidence than I felt. My hands slid over his chest and traced over the hard ridges of his abdomen. His hands slid my panties off my hips, pulling away from my touch until they were over my feet and gone. I tried not to drool staring at the hard lines of his chiseled chest and upper arms. His tattoos covered his body and were difficult to understand in the darkness. They looked like shadows ready to jump from his skin and come to life.

  I knew instantly that this was a man who was familiar with a woman’s body. This man clearly knew his way around a woman’s body. He didn’t search for my clit. His finger went right to it, as though he drawn to it. Missing it was not an option; he didn’t hesitate before grabbing my ass and sinking his hand between my legs.

  I rocked with the movements of his hand, writhing as he went back and forth, grinding his hand like a cock. My pussy was insanely ready for him. I was hot and soaking for him. He rocked his hand and rubbed me, showing no sign of tiring.

  “Jesus. You’re fucking wet.”

  “Sorry,” I said without thinking.

  “Don’t apologize. I love it,” he growled, seeming to go even wilder. Of course he was turned on by my pleasure. He wasn’t solely focused on his own.

  “Take it off,” he said, breathing on my skin, kissing down my neck.

  I didn’t think as I unhooked the bra behind my back. Warren snatched it down my arms as his mouth traveled down to my nipples

  I couldn’t help shrieking as his mouth clamped down on the hardened nubs.

  “That’s right, baby. Let me hear you.”

  He had never wanted me to be loud.

  I moaned; my orgasm was close to overpowering me.

  “I want to hear it,” he said, tickling my insides with fire and my clit with purpose.

  I didn’t know that I would be able to hold it inside even if I tried.

  My hands held onto his broad shoulders, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that in his arms, I wouldn’t fall. My nails pierced his skin just as the oncoming train of pleasure knocked me over.

  “Warren!”

  He nibbled my other nipple as his fingers wiggled, pushing my orgasm to its limit.

  I sighed, going limp in his arms.

  “That was insanely sexy,” he said holding me against his chest as his hands left me. Without his fingers, I felt so empty. He sucked loudly on his fingers and moaned. “You taste even better.”

  “Please, Warren.”

  “Please what?” He helped me lay on the bed, knowing exactly what I needed.

  “Please. Fuck me. I need you. Inside.”

  “You don’t have to beg, baby,” he said, leaning over me, his weight a comfort blanket on my skin. “There’s nothing that could keep me from this pussy.”

  I shivered at his words. They were so nasty, and I loved it.

  I felt his heated skin at the entrance of my body and felt even dirtier knowing this was the only other man I’d been with, and without a condom at that.

  Warren hovered at my entrance, wiping his head through my slit as if he could hear me thinking. One hand held his hardened rod, and the other, my hip. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

  Was I ready? I thought through it quickly and realized I was.

  “Take me.”

  He didn’t hesitate and penetrated my center with quick, targeted succession.

  I let out a tight scream of pleasure. I arched my back, releasing a growl like a bitch in heat. That’s exactly how I felt. It was primal. He moaned in response, thrusting his hips against me in a steady and practiced rhythm, as if he’d been waiting for this his entire life.

  It felt like I’d been waiting for him too. I’d been waiting to be this full, to feel this much pleasure, for my entire life. We rocked together in some unspoken synchronicity. He pushed harder, unrelenting as he pulled my legs farther apart. It seemed like it wanted to tear me in half, and I wanted him to.

  “Oh God,” I cried as my body heated again, in my opinion too soon.

  I felt like what I imagined I would have felt if I was on drugs. My breasts were round and bouncing, my skin tingled, and my breaths came out in spurts. I could see light in my eyes, even in the darkness, and my body felt like it was attaching at my core. I was like we were made for each other. How had I ever been satisfied with someone before Warren?

  A small moan escaped my parted lips each time he drove himself into me. Each time it felt as though he delved deeper and deeper. He leaned forward, bending me at another angle, until my ankle rested on his shoulder, tapping a place untapped inside of me. He held me tightly, rubbing his hand up and down my leg. His touch faltered on the remnant of my surgery on my knee, and I held my breath, hoping he didn’t say anything. His fingers rubbed over a few times, though his pace didn’t slow, and I realized I was being paranoid.

  I could feel the urge of his orgasm, racing forward and begging my own to join him. I didn’t want him to come alone.

  “I’m so close.”

  “Come for me,” he grunted, taking one hand from my ankle to massage my swollen clit.

  My mouth opened to say something, but the words were lost on my tongue as my insides tightened and milked his cock.

  His body froze, tightened like the string on a bow before I felt him coating my insides, groaning as he emptied inside of me before releasing my legs and falling onto me. His sweat cooling my overheated skin.

  “How did you do that?” I asked dreamily, unable to believe the sensations that crept and still swirled inside me.

  He chuckled darkly, pulling himself from my body before curling around me, pulling my back to his chest.

  “Lots of practice.”

  Chapter Four – Warren

  I rolled over, searching for the stunning beauty I’d brought to bed, and found cold sheets. I peeked and saw what my hands already knew: no one was there. My ears tingled as I listened for any sounds that she was still here – bathroom water running, refrigerator closing, or heels on the wooden floor. There were none, and against my better judgment, I laughed.

  This entire situation wasn’t normal. I was the one that snuck out of the bed, not the other way around. I was used to clinginess and the tired reasons why we should continue spending time together. Or worse, tears when they see the face – the face that says there is nothing you can say to make me want to see you again.

  I’d gotten very good at leaving girls when they brought me to their place and making it clear beforehand when I brought them to my place that we were only spending one night together. No more. No less. But I didn’t even think to give that speech to Red. And as I laid back down in my empty bed, I realized I didn’t regret that. I regretted waking up and finding her gone. I regretted I hadn’t gotten her number, or at least her real name. All I had to go by was a nickname – Red – which I gave her myself and her friend referenced her as “Ally”. Why had she left? It for damn sure wasn’t because the sex was bad. I knew what I was doing. No one could convince me of anything different. So what was it about her?

  She was a girl, like any other girl before. At this point, I’d slept with so many women, I’d lost count. She was pretty, prettier than most, sure, but looks weren’t everything. Feisty, hell yeah, and I liked that shit. It made for the hottest sex my walls had ever seen, but I’d had hot sex before. She was just a random lay, a girl a biker like me would pick up in a bar. Right? There was no reason to even be thinking of this woman. She’d done us both a favor by leaving before it got weird and awkward. She was bolder than most, and good for her. I know the world would be a better place if more women were like her, but that was it, wasn’t it? I didn’t think there were any more like her. What were the odds I could track her down?

  I sat up, frowning at my internal dialogue. Where was my head at?

  That would be entirely too invasive. Why the hell did I want to find her again anyway? That was a guaranteed way to make her clingy. I knew I shouldn’t take advantage of a good thing. The best thing to do was keep an eye out for her, and if I
ever saw her again, I’d make my move. Otherwise, despite my desire for the tightest pussy I’d ever had, I was letting her go.

  I climbed out of bed, afraid of where my brain would go next. I stumbled to my feet and staggered across the barely furnished room to take my morning piss. I passed a hamper full of clothes and made a mental note to wash them when I got back home. I wasn’t much of a housekeeper, and usually that didn’t matter. I didn’t spend much time here. My home was with my club. I was either running a job, collaborating with Gus for a job, working on my bike, or drinking with the boys. I saw this place as much as the furniture saw a duster. I saw the thin layer of dust on top of the toilet and sighed. I needed to make some time to clean before it got too nasty.

  My cell rang, and I grabbed it without looking at the ID.

  “Talk to me.”

  “Warren!” I could tell by the voice that Jerry was in good spirits. Which was good, considering he’d been in a rare mood for months.

  “Yeah, Jer?”

  “You still coming to work on my bike?”

  “Yeah, man. I said I was.”

  “I know,” Jerry said, moving around. “I was just checking. I figured you’d be balls deep in that redhead right now.”

  I could tell he was fishing for details, but I was never one to kiss and tell.

  “Did you have to toss her out this morning because she was crazy in love?” Jerry was teasing, but my skin crawled hearing him making fun of her. It was true: he was known for his stories about kicking women out, but most of the brothers had their fair share of struggles, which was the only thing keeping me from snapping on him.

  I let my silence be my response. The silence sat between us a beat too long, helping him to realize I wasn’t amused. I really didn’t like him bringing her up because knowing she left before I woke up really bothered me.

  “I’ll be at work soon,” I said before hanging up.

  I couldn’t figure out if it was because it’d never happened to me before or if I really liked her that much. Either way, she needed to get the hell out of my thoughts. My bike was the best way to distract me. I took the long way to the clubhouse before pulling up to my other home.