Deliciously Damaged

by KB Winters

  We were only about a hundred miles from home; I used that time to clear my head, even though Max’s words kept playing in my head. The way he looked when he talked about Jana and their future was a far cry from the shell-shocked half a person he’d been when he first got here. I was happy for him, but that future wasn’t for me.

  When we made it back to the clubhouse, Max stomped over to me looking as serious as I’d seen him in a long time.

  “I got sidetracked by that fucking gossip,” he grumbled and raked a hand through his hair. “Teddy said someone busted Mandy’s window out. She was cagey about it, said it was random but Teddy didn’t believe her.”

  I knew who’d done it, even if I didn’t know their names. Yet. “Thanks, Max.”

  “She all right?”

  “She will be. Let’s go handle our business so you can get home to your woman.”

  That stubborn woman was enough to drive a man to drink, and I was already a drinkin’ man.

  ***

  “So, you are alive,” I said as soon as Mandy opened the door, looking good enough to eat in short pink shorts and tight white top that cupped her tits perfectly. One little bead of sweat trickled down her jaw to her neck, making a straight line down her chest and between the little shadowed spot between her breasts. Fucking delectable.

  “Have you heard otherwise?”

  “Always the smartass. I wasn’t sure, since you’ve been doing a pretty good job of ignoring me.”

  She rolled her eyes and walked away, giving me a long look at the sweet curve of her ass. Firm but meaty, enough to hold on to when the fucking got way too good.

  “I didn’t realize you were looking for me.”

  “Even with that pretty little face of yours honey, you ain’t sellin’ innocent.”

  She shrugged and grinned. “It was worth a shot. Look, I told you I don’t need you checking up on me and I figured Teddy told you about my window and you were coming around to He-Man someone over it.”

  I laughed. “With these good looks, I’m more of a Batman.” She wasn’t far off the mark otherwise though. “Who says I didn’t come for sex?”

  “Did you?”

  Her nipples poked through the tank top and my mouth watered because I knew she had a bra on; the blue cotton peeked over the swell of her cleavage.

  She was turned on by my suggestion. “Would that be all right?”

  She shrugged. “Other than the fact it would be a massive mistake? Hell yeah.” She stood, half eager and half hesitating before her shoulders fell. “What are you doing here, Savior?”

  “Did you get your window fixed?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you going to the wedding?” She nodded and I had to clamp my teeth together to stop from screaming at her stubborn ass.

  “I am.”

  “Did you make sure you got a room at the hotel with us?” I knew she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, because it was like her fucking mantra, never wanting anyone’s help. But San Diego was a tourist town and she was a petite woman who stood no chance against a strong, determined man.

  “No. I’m coming the day of the wedding and leaving that night.”

  “Fuck no.”

  She took a step back. “Excuse me? Who do you think you are?”

  “I don’t want to hear it, Mandy. You’re not driving all that way, not alone. I’ll pick you up.”

  Why the fuck was I being so high handed with her?

  “Go to hell, Savior. I’m not your kid, not your sister and I am not your responsibility!”

  She began to push at me with everything she had, which was a lot, but we both knew I only moved because I wanted to. “Get out and go find someone else to babysit and harass!”

  “But you’re my favorite person to harass,” I told her with a wry grin.

  “Go away,” she groaned but I could see the way her lips twitched, like she was hiding her smile. “I’ll see you around.”

  “You will. I’ll pick you up at nine on Thursday morning. Don’t be late.” She grunted at me and continued to push me toward the door. When we were close I flipped our positions and pressed her against the door, pushing my body against her enough to make her react but not enough to hurt. “Got it?”

  She looked up at me and those icy green eyes darkened to jade to go along with that sexy gasp she couldn’t stop if she wanted to.

  “Don’t tell me what to do.”

  Her voice was husky because she couldn’t control how her body responded to me, but she meant what she said.

  “Damn you’re so fucking frustrating.” Her eyes lit with mischief as my mouth crashed down on hers, devouring the sweet lemony flavor on her tongue, the soft slick of her plump lips against mine. The way her fingers looped through my waistband possessively sent all the blood in my body straight to my cock. Her small, wiry arms wrapped around my neck and she jumped into my arms, wrapped her legs around my waist so her hot pussy was right where I wanted it. I squeezed her ass and she sucked on my tongue, moaning from deep in her belly.

  She felt so good in my arms that I wished we were both naked, so I could thrust deep, impale her on my cock. And I knew she’d let me and she wouldn’t even be self-conscious about being all sweaty from working out or cleaning. I didn’t care, in fact I liked her like this. My mouth watered to taste more of her. She pulled back, her eyes hazy with desire. Slowly surprise took over.

  “You . . . you are dangerous. I’ll see you when I get to San Diego, Savior. Not before.”

  She pointed a finger at me. I bit it.

  “Stop that.”

  “I’ll let you think about that kiss for the next few days. And then I’ll see you bright and early Thursday morning, sweetheart.”

  I let her slide down my body, gritting my teeth the entire time to keep from taking what we both wanted.

  “Do what you want and I’ll do the same.”

  Mandy and her smart mouth were gonna get her in trouble. “Don’t test me, Mandy.”

  “Don’t boss me around, Savior.”

  Damn she was hot when she got all pissed off, which she did a lot.

  “Nine o’clock.” I pulled the door open and walked through it. “Lock the door.”

  She muttered angrily from the other side of the door and I smiled, wondering if her skin was all flushed like it was when she got pissed off. If her nipples were tight little beads. But still, the door didn’t lock.

  “Mandy.” I gave her one full minute. A full fucking minute and still she didn’t lock the door, not even the one inside the knob. I pushed the door open and watched her eyes light with surprise as I pushed her into the wall with my body.

  “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “What you wanted when you decided not to lock the fucking door.”

  I dipped my hand into the waistband of her shorts, past the small scrap of cotton and right into the dripping nectar between her thighs.

  “So fucking wet.”

  I slid my finger deep until it was coated. She pulsed around me as I pulled it out and we both groaned.

  She watched, with her lips slightly parted as I put that finger in my mouth and sucked it clean. Mandy choked on a gasp and then licked her lips in desire. “You came back just for that?”

  “I’ll get the rest Thursday. Now, lock the fuckin’ door.”

  “Bossy,” she muttered, but she flipped the locks and I walked away with a hardon and a smile.

  Chapter 9

  Mandy

  I had everything I needed for the four plus hour drive to San Diego. I made éclairs last night for the road, packed my bags and woke up in plenty of time to pack and be gone a full hour before Savior darkened my doorstep. I hadn’t planned on spending the entire weekend with the Reckless Bastards, since they weren’t really my friends, but I knew Savior would show up today and force the issue, so I had to get up and get that worm before he swooped in and stole it from me. It was ten minutes to eight and everything was all set. I pulled the door open, arm
s laden with snacks and my purse, and slammed into a tall, blue-eyed biker wearing a smug grin offering me coffee and a grease-stained bag of pastries.

  “Trying to sneak off to San Diego without me?” He shocked the hell out of me and moved inside, kicking the door shut before I could recover my senses.

  But with his man-scent enveloping me in the tiny apartment, that was harder to do.

  “I wasn’t sneaking anywhere, just leaving. For my trip. To San Diego.”

  I could admit, only to myself, that I was impressed he’d caught on to my plan and foiled it, but I wasn’t happy.

  “At least I got a cronut out of the deal,” I told him, picking out the sweet pastry from the selection in the bag before taking a less than ladylike bite. It was from my favorite bakery. Was he a mind reader, too? “It’s a little sweet for my taste but it’ll give me the energy rush I need for the drive ahead of me.”

  He smirked. “It’s not that long, especially since I’m driving. Both of us.”

  “If you mean you and your gigantic ego, then I agree. But if I’m part of that equation, you should probably stop smoking crack.”

  His laugh boomed loud in the quiet room so early in the morning.

  “Why are you being so stubborn when we both know I could convince you? Easily.”

  I laughed to hide the truth. He could convince me if he set his mind to it, but I wouldn’t let it get that far. I hoped I wouldn’t.

  “Look Savior, I appreciate the pastry but I’m full up on bossy men, so I’ll see you around. Hey, what the hell are you doing?”

  He stole my cronut and tossed it back in the bag and set it on the table next to my purse and the coffee he’d brought.

  “I’m going to convince you that we could be the perfect road trip buddies.” He’d tossed me over his shoulder, and I heard the mischief and desire in the playful nature of his voice. I yelped when he smacked my ass, biting my lip to keep the moan from escaping.

  He tossed me on the bed with a dark, hungry look I chose to ignore for the sake of my sanity.

  “I don’t need convincing Savior and I damn sure don’t need you to watch over me.”

  He peeled my sneakers off, letting his hands glide up the legs I’d chosen to keep bare in a lightweight cotton dress for the long, hot drive.

  “Mandy, sweetheart, I ain’t trying to watch over you.”

  His fingertips kneaded my thighs, gliding up until his thumbs brushed where I was already drenched and throbbing. For him.

  “I’m trying to watch you come. You look so fucking hot when you come.”

  He didn’t wait for my acquiescence or my submission, he just stared for a long tense moment and then it was like someone flipped a switch because he moved like a tornado, taking off my panties, my dress and my bra.

  “So goddamn delicious!”

  I shivered at his words, at the hungry look in his eyes and the possessive way he touched me. It was hard not to feel special, desired when a man like Savior looked at me like that.

  And then his mouth was on my neck, the weight of his body pressed into mine, so wicked and so hot. His mouth moved with the precision of a skilled lover across my neck, scraping against my collarbone before he moved down to the valley between my breasts.

  He nibbled at the soft flesh around my nipples before sucking it deep into his mouth, making me tremble at the hot friction between them.

  “Savior.”

  His name escaped, unbidden as the pressure building deep inside me.

  He said nothing, just savored my breasts, licking and sucking, nibbling and biting. The switch from rough to gentle, soft to hard, it was too much. He’d barely touched me and I could already feel my orgasm building. When his hand slid down my belly and two thick fingers slipped inside me just as he blew against my aching nipple before wrapping his mouth around it, I fell apart with his name on my tongue. Again.

  “Shit babe, you’re so wet.”

  “Your handiwork,” I told him with a lazy chuckle.

  “Now I need to see how sweet you taste, how thick that sweet cream of yours is on my tongue.”

  I didn’t know how he said the dirty things he did with such ease, but his words never failed to get a rise out of me.

  “Unless you’re convinced?”

  I shrugged. “I’m totally convinced that I’m driving my car to San Diego,” I told him with a laugh but his tongue slipped between my pussy lips, licking me from the bottom of my opening all the way up to my swollen clit.

  “Fuck, Savior, yes.”

  I gripped his thick brown hair around my fingers and arched into him as his tongue devoured me. He grunted and growled, animalistic in his desire for me and I knew, this wasn’t about convincing me to ride with him to San Diego. This was about him and me.

  I couldn’t be mad at him or his controlling alpha ways, not when he had me flat on my back with his face buried between my legs like his only goal in life was to make me come. The rough friction of his beard against my thighs added a tantalizing sensation that was hard to describe. To make my pussy so drenched, so tight and greedy that I couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t feel enough of him. I don’t think any of the men I’d been with had ever paid such close attention to me or my pleasure, not the way Savior just stayed down there, noting every little reaction from me, adjusting his movements to maximize my pleasure.

  “Savior,” I warned him as my body clenched tight. His tongue went wild, sliding figure eights around my clit as his thumb slipped just inside me and flung me off the edge of the proverbial cliff and right into some headlong, dizzying pleasure that I could barely stand.

  “Oh fuck! Shit . . . yes!”

  My body trembled and convulsed as his tongue slowed, carrying me over the edge and keeping me hovering over the ground for so long, a thin sheen of sweat dotted my skin.

  “Damn,” he whispered as he smacked his lip. “You taste like berries.”

  His lips closed around my clit and he kissed me, pulling another long aftershock from me.

  “That . . . those were amazing, but now I need you to fill me up, Savior. Right. Fucking. Now.”

  His grin turned dark, salacious as his hand cupped my pussy, making me pulse and leak some more.

  “Since you asked so nicely.”

  His words were gravelly, thick with hunger as he stroked his cock, giving me the first real look at the long, hard piece of meat. He looked even thicker than he felt as he slid closer, sliding the tip of his cock through my slick lips.

  “Fuck, girl. You’re so hot and so fucking tight. Shit!”

  I smiled as my body pulsed around him, flooded until the friction was so delightful so all-consuming that the only thing that existed was our bodies, sliding against one another in the never-ending pursuit of pleasure. His hips picked up speed, pounding and thrusting feverishly as though he couldn’t get deep enough. It was an intoxicating feeling that set my skin —hell, my soul – on fire.

  “Savior, fuck. Don’t stop.”

  He grinned that dark, mischievous grin of his that made his blue eyes look like they had an actual twinkle in them, held my inner thighs wide open and pounded into me until both of us were covered in sweat, panting as we grabbed at each other, desperate to find something concrete to hold on to. Pleasure sending us drifting into an abyss, lost to everything but each other and our pleasure. He was close. I felt the way his cock thickened and hardened inside me and that was all it took for me to slingshot off that ledge once more, completely sated.

  Boneless.

  Spineless.

  Damn near lethargic.

  When Savior came, it was long and forceful, barreling out of him so hard, his face twisted in an animalistic pleasure that was so captivating, I couldn’t look away.

  “Fuck . . . Mandy!”

  When his big body collapsed on me, his tongue licking at the tendon between my neck and shoulder, I shivered as aftershocks rocked my overheated body.

  “Okay, fine. You’ve convinced me to let you drive. But onl
y because I am entirely too worn out to do anything.”

  His deep chuckle was the only response.

  ***

  “Damn Mandy! Who knew you had all that underneath those jeans and tees you wear?”

  Teddy basically catcalled me as I drew closer to where she and Jana sat on the area reserved for the pre-wedding beach barbecue.

  I looked down at the silky green halter dress I grabbed because Teddy had insisted it made my eyes pop and would highlight the slope of my neck, because apparently that was something that required highlighting.

  “It’s just a dress. You both look great.”

  They were both glowing the luminescent look of women in love and bringing life to the world. I’d seen it plenty, that look pregnant women had. People always talked about the glow, but I was convinced it all came from the eyes.

  “Thanks,” Jana said with a pout, rubbing her swollen bump. “But we look like fatties in fine textiles, especially compared to you. If I didn’t like you so much, I’d probably hate you.”

  I laughed. “Thanks, I think.”

  “Don’t mind her, Mandy. Jana’s just upset she’s so big she can only get it doggy style now.”

  I frowned. “That doesn’t sound like a problem to me.” Hell, I’d always thought it was the best way to have sex because then you didn’t have to look your partner in the face and remember it later. Nope. Just the memory of the cock, not the man.

  “Yeah well, maybe you don’t have a man as sexy and handsome as mine,” she said with that dreamy look on her face single women loathed.

  “Since I don’t have a man at all, that’s probably accurate,” I said casually.

  Besides, I’d never been so smitten with anyone like that. No man had ever made me smile that way or said such cheesy things to me.

  “Besides, you have to say that since you’re marrying him.”

  They both laughed at my words, giving me that “wait ‘til it happens to you” look.

  “Did you really ride here with Savior?”

  Both women leaned forward as much as they could, given their considerable baby bumps, eager to hear any gossip.

  “I did.”

  I gave them a quick rundown of his behavior lately. “He beat me at my own game and then gave me three orgasms this morning until I submitted.”