Motorhead

by Landish, Lauren

  “I don’t mind Mindy’s curves myself,” I say, rubbing her thigh. “They’re in all the right places .”

  Mindy blushes, but before the next round can start, my phone rings. I pull it out to see that it’s from Gavin. Showing Mindy the caller ID, I excuse myself and go outside to the patio, where it’s another picture perfect night. “Gavin, what’s up ?”

  “Hey, Oliver, I was just calling to see how things are going,” Gavin says with a chuckle. “Brianna and I haven’t heard from you two. We got worried .”

  “It’s going pretty good, actually,” I say, leaning against a wrought iron fence and chuckling. “We’re playing Charades, believe it or not .”

  “Really? Doesn’t sound like your style,” Gavin says. “Any sparks between you and Mindy? At each other’s throats ?”

  I chuckle. Oh, there’s been sparks all right. “Nah, we’re good. I’m not going to lie, there were a few hiccups at the start, but everything’s going well now .”

  “I'm glad to hear that.” There's relief in Gavin's voice, and I know he cares about Mindy beyond her being his wife’s best friend. “I’ll be honest, I wasn’t sure if you could pull it off. Have you checked in on your brother yet ?”

  “I need to call him after this, actually. I’ve been meaning to. Do you know if my house is still in one piece ?”

  “From what I can tell. At least nobody’s called the cops yet .”

  I shake my head. Hopefully, Gavin’s joking. “Well, I’d better take care of that then. Mindy’s mom is all about family time, so I won’t have a lot of time. Take care, man .”

  “You too. And be good to her, okay ?”

  “You know it,” I say, hanging up the call. I tap my phone against my chin for a moment, then dial Anthony’s cell. It’s a good sign when he picks up on the second ring. “Hey, Tony ?”

  “Oli, I’m dyin’ here,” Anthony says. “She’s kicking my ass .”

  I chuckle. “If she could kick your ass, I wouldn’t be worried. You doing okay ?”

  “Let’s see,” Anthony says under his breath. “I’m doing laundry, cleaned the whole house top to bottom, and so far, the closest thing I’ve had to getting laid was some late night downloaded porn. How do you think I’m doing ?”

  “Sounds just fine to me,” I crack, and Anthony laughs. “Seriously, though, Mom’s doing okay ?”

  “Yeah, we’re doing fine,” Anthony says. Suddenly, music comes on in the background, and Anthony scrambles. “Sorry, I had my game on pause. The network just put me back in .”

  “What else have you been up to in your free time?” I ask, not really caring about his game .

  “Nothing, just chilling and doing my best to take care of Mom, that’s all. She’s saying I should go out Friday night, so maybe I’ll bounce then. Hey, speaking of that, you bang that chick yet ?”

  I ignore his question, and Anthony gets the message. He changes subjects. “Hey, Martha wants me to go with her to look at some property that you said you want to look at .”

  “I think she can do that fine by herself,” I reply. “Don’t worry about it .”

  “Well, she's insisting. Don't you trust me? I looked at a lot of property for Dad .”

  I sigh, nodding as I reply. “Okay. Go on, but no shenanigans .”

  Anthony laughs. “Dude, I can be serious when I need to be. You gotta have faith in me .”

  He’s right, and Anthony needs something to do besides porn, video games, and helping Mom around the house. “That's what scares me. All right, man, you take a look and tell me about it when I get back. Take care of Mom .”

  I hang up from him and go back inside, where I find that the game’s wrapped up and everyone’s gone to bed except Mindy, Layla, and Roxy. Layla’s got a drink, while Roxy is leaning back, her legs kicked over the arm of her chair, laughing at something. “What’d I miss ?”

  “Roxy sent everyone to bed with her silliness. She answered John’s attempt at ‘John Wayne’ with ‘my sister likes anal’.” Mindy rolls her eyes. “You’re worse than me, you know that? You have no filter,” she says, looking at Roxy .

  Roxy throws her hands up. “Yeah, well, we all suck at that game. Someone had to bring the fun .”

  Mindy shakes her head, yawning. “Well, I’m a little tired too. I think I’m going to bed with my future husband .”

  The way she says those words makes my heart pound in my chest. Her future husband. Does that mean she’s going to perform her wifely duties? My cock twitches in my pants and excitement courses through my veins. Her future husband. Damn .

  I get up off the sofa and help Mindy to her feet. Her hand stays in mine, and I swear her fingers squeeze mine even after we get up. I barely pay attention until my calf bumps the coffee table, and I turn to see Roxy grinning. “Good night, ladies,” I tell them .

  Roxy’s grin widens. “Goodnight, lovebirds .”

  We walk upstairs to our room, and I’m feeling blood rush through me every step of the way. This isn’t teasing like before, and it certainly isn’t the aggressiveness that I gave her earlier. Mindy’s fingers are entwined in mine the whole way, and her demeanor seems different .

  She’s ready .

  “What’s up?” I ask softly to make sure nobody overhears us. “Charades bore you to death ?”

  “No,” Mindy says, giving me a deep, longing look. “But after earlier, we both know things are different. And I’d rather do it this way than someone walking in on us .”

  I lean in close, and Mindy pauses for only a second before putting her hand on my neck and pulling me in for a kiss. Our first kiss was nearly forced, and the second was in front of her family. Earlier, I kissed her neck and she was passionate, but it was just sex .

  This is smoldering. Her tongue slides over mine, and I taste her mouth. I feel her press her body against mine as her hand pulls me in deeper, and we’re both promising the other things with our lips that words can’t even begin to explain. She moans softly into my mouth and I groan back, my cock throbbing in my pants as she cups me, and we pull back. She turns and starts up the stairs, her voice shaky. “How’s that ?”

  “Not bad,” I grin, letting her know it was amazing. I take her hand again. “So what did you think of today ?”

  “It was an interesting day,” she says as we reach the door to our bedroom. “I loved how you handled Bertha. That was sweet .”

  We go inside, and I close the door, pushing Mindy against it, not pinning her but just keeping her there by the force of my eyes alone. “What else did you love ?”

  Her lower lip trembles as she looks at me. We both know what we want, and while it feels dangerous, I don’t care. I need her, and the rush I get from having her this close is bigger than anything else I’ve felt in my entire life .

  I place my hands on her waist, tugging her away from the door and close to me, pressing her body against me and looking into her beautiful eyes. “You haven’t answered me yet .”

  Mindy doesn’t answer. Instead, she puts her arms around my neck and I know I have her. She’s mine. The girl who has excited me since the first time I saw her picture is totally mine .

  I lean in for the kill, intent on working her body from this side of the moon to Sunday, when there's a knock at the door .

  You’ve got to be fucking kidding me .

  Chapter 15

  Mindy

  I pull away from Oliver with a gasp, my skin prickling with desire. I want him so fucking badly I can practically taste it .

  I shiver. Ever since dinner started, I felt like I was just going along, doing what came naturally, waiting for this moment. From the moment I stood up and took his hand, it was like my mind was on cruise control .

  But can I control what comes after ?

  “Don’t answer that,” I say breathlessly, leaning back in to kiss him again .

  Oliver begins to shake his head when I hear Roxy's muffled voice. “Mindy, open up. I know you're not asleep yet. You guys literally just left the living room .
”

  I roll my eyes, cursing my sister. I turn around and take the two steps to open the door. Roxy is standing there with a smile on her face while holding Bertha in her arms. “What ?”

  “Ooh, I hope I didn't interrupt anything,” she says, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes .

  I want to choke her. “Oh, yeah, I was just about to pull out my strap-on. Oli’s got a fetish, you know .”

  She slaps me playfully on the arm. “You liar!” She looks over my shoulder at Oliver. “She’s lying, right ?”

  “You’ll never know,” Oliver says .

  I nod at Bertha. “What's this ?”

  Roxy grins again. “After Mr. Dog Whisperer here showed his skills today, I thought this would be the best place for her for tonight. So . . . here .”

  She thrusts Bertha forward, and I step back, totally disbelieving. “What are you doing ?”

  Roxy nods. “Grandma was going to kill her, and Mom wouldn't let her stay in her room tonight because she had an accident or something. She kept running and pawing on Maw Maw's door. That used to be mom’s room. I tried to take her with me, but she kept whining and I want to be able to sleep .”

  “And you think she’s gonna be fine here with a couple of strangers ?”

  Before Roxy can reply, Oliver walks over and takes Bertha from her hands. “It’s fine, we’ve got this. Goodnight, Roxy .”

  I turn to glower at him, but when I see the small dog in his arms, my heart melts. “Yeah . . . goodnight, Roxy .”

  Roxy beams at Oliver. “Thank you. You have a heart of gold, unlike Miss Evanora over here .”

  “Goodnight, Roxy,” I repeat forcefully. “Love you .”

  I gently shut the door in her face. I hear her mutter some insult on the other side of the door, but I can't make out what it is. Instead, I turn to Oliver. “You must really like dogs .”

  He nods, petting her. “I always had golden retrievers. Loyal to a fault and greatly behaved. Bertha’s no retriever, but she’ll do in a pinch .”

  Bertha snuggles into his arms, and I swear she's claiming him as her own. I just can't get over how cute she looks in his arms .

  I reach out and stroke Bertha’s soft fur. She’s not as bad or as annoying as she was earlier, or maybe it’s just who’s holding her. “I love seeing you hold her .”

  A slight smile turns up Oliver’s lips as he stares down at the dog. “Do you, now ?”

  “Yes. I can see the soft, vulnerable side of you. And it makes me . . .”

  He looks up at me, and there is fire in his eyes. Fire that heats my body again in an instant. Soft and vulnerable? No, those aren’t the right words. Protective, nurturing . . . those words might be better, because I don’t think anyone in their right mind could call Oliver Steele soft .

  “Makes you what?” he asks, his voice low and magnetic .

  Sweat beads my brow as my heart pounds in my chest. “Want you even more,” I finish .

  I can't believe I admitted that! To hell with it. It’s true .

  Oliver gently sets Bertha on the floor and takes my hand, leading me over to the bed .

  “Then why not enjoy the benefits of having a fiancé?” he says, running his fingers along the curve of my left earlobe. “You know, I have a special talent .”

  “What’s that?” I moan as his fingers find the little spots along my skin that send sparks shooting through my body .

  “Let me show you,” Oliver says, urging me back. I resist for a moment, but my body can’t fight anymore, and I sit down with Oliver kneeling on the carpet. “See? You always wanted me kneeling at your feet .”

  I giggle as he pulls me down into a kiss and I’m swept away. His tongue is liquid fire in my mouth as he nibbles and sucks on my lips, his hands stroking my thighs and urging my knees apart. He pulls me close, leaving open-mouthed kisses down my neck, my heart pounding in my chest as he comes closer and closer to the edge of my sundress. “Oliver . . .”

  “Not yet,” he teases, pulling back and laying a kiss on my knee. “Trust me .”

  The bed’s just the right height for Oliver as he kisses the inside of my left thigh, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he kisses higher and higher toward the aching, quivering heat of my pussy. Just when I think he’s about to dive in, he pulls back, switching to my other leg, leaving another trail of kisses and licks that has my hips jerking before he’s even touched my pussy .

  “Lie back,” Oliver says softly, putting his hand on my chest. I don’t want to. I feel the overwhelming desire to watch him, but I find a couple of the pillows and grab them, tucking them under my head as I obey him, lifting my hips as he rolls my panties down my thighs .

  The first touch of his tongue on my pussy lips is electric, and my hips jerk all on their own as he strokes his tongue up my lips before kissing and sucking his way back down. Oh, my God, if this is what he means by a special talent . . .

  Oliver’s tongue has the devil inside as he licks and kisses my pussy, stroking me first with feather-light strokes before dipping deep inside me and growling hungrily as he sucks. I can’t control myself, my hands clawing at the bedspread and my thighs squeezing on his head. He grabs my knees and pries them apart, pushing them up and rolling me until he’s got me nearly bent in half, staring into his eyes and the glistening shine of his mouth .

  “That was just a preview,” he purrs, smirking. “Now the fun starts .”

  Grabbing my dress, Oliver pulls it up over my head and tosses it aside as he starts licking and sucking harder. My body is practically on fire, and I throw my head back, staring sightlessly above me as my body is swept out of control .

  Oliver’s lips find my clit, and I know I can’t help myself. Grabbing the pillow behind me, I quickly pull it over my mouth to muffle my cries as Oliver nibbles and sucks on my clit. I’ve never felt anything this good before. His tongue is as fast as a hummingbird's wing on the tip of my clit .

  This isn’t a build up to coming. I’ve been strapped to a rocket that just lifted off. Oliver’s hungry muffled growls are the final straw as he bites my clit just hard enough, and I’m sent into spasms as I come hard. The pillow muffles my screams as I buck and my feet kick helplessly against his broad, powerful back. Black roses bloom in front of my eyes as I run out of air, and I’m on the verge of passing out when my orgasm finally passes. Oliver pulls the pillow from in front of my face, coming up and kissing me .

  “Told you I had a surprise,” he teases lightly in between gentle kisses .

  We squirm higher up onto the bed, Oliver peeling out of his shirt and pants, giving me time to breathe as he climbs into the bed with me, kissing my lips again before kissing down my neck to my breasts. His talented mouth is put to good use as he licks and teases my nipples, not too hard, not too soft while I stroke his hair and feel his skin under my fingertips. He strokes me with his hands, his fingertips running over my hip and down my thigh to my knee before he kisses back up, nibbling on my neck .

  “Mmm,” I sigh warmly as I pull his head back to kiss him on the lips. Our lips meet again and caress each other until I urge him onto his back. He lies back, sliding an arm behind his head as he looks at me with an amused grin .

  “I see you’re recovered .”

  “Now it’s my turn to show you my special skills,” I tease, reaching for his underpants before stopping. “Wait . . . condom ?”

  “In the nightstand,” he says, chuckling. “I kinda prepared .”

  I reach over, laughing quietly as I find a pack of condoms and lube, setting them next to him on the pillow before scratching my nails down his chest and lightly kissing his lips as I reach for his boxers again. “Now, let’s see . . .”

  My words die on my lips as I reach into his boxers and pull out his cock. His cock is perfect. Long, thick, and with a head that is flared just right. My mouth goes dry as I think of how good he’s going to feel inside me. “Give it a kiss. It won’t bite,” Oliver teases. “Unless you’re afraid ?”

  Oh, you won’t g
et that out of me , I think with a light growl as I kiss down his body, biting his nipples just a bit harder than needed as I slide down his body to his cock, looking him in the eye. I kiss the head before licking, dragging my tongue over the silky soft flesh as I work my way down to his perfect, egg-shaped balls, sucking them into my mouth before blowing on them lightly and kissing my way back up, sucking just the tip of his cock into my mouth before holding my hand out .

  “Tease,” Oliver complains lightly, but he hands me the condom. Using just my mouth, I roll it down his cock, swallowing most of him as I get the condom down as far as it will go before pulling out and grinning .

  “I’m planning on your taking it out on me,” I retort as I lie on my back again, lifting a leg. “That is, if you can .”

  “Oh, Princess, you have no idea,” Oliver growls. Straddling my left leg, he holds my right leg up as he positions himself, the tip of his cock just starting to stretch me open. “You ready ?”

  There’s something in his words that reassures me, and I nod, smiling more gently than I thought I would. Oliver reaches up and takes my hand, pushing forward. His thick cock spreads me open, and it’s so good that I moan from deep in my chest. “Fuck . . .”

  Oliver slides all the way in, my pussy clenching and squeezing as I adjust to him. He’s amazing, swirling his hips as he stretches me open and setting my body on fire. He reaches up with his left hand, squeezing and massaging my breasts as he starts to pump in and out of me slowly, taking his time relishing my body. “Mmm, you are good .”

  “So are you,” I gasp as he pinches my right nipple. “Hard, Oliver. Please ?”

  “You only have to ask,” he says with a light laugh, his hips speeding up. His cock reaches deep into me with every powerful thrust, and I can hear the headboard start to bang against the wall. I’m too lost in this overload of pleasure to care, though. I just hope Roxy and the rest the family can’t hear it as Oliver starts fucking me harder and harder .

  His hips smack into mine as he holds my thigh against his chest, pounding me hard, sweat springing out on my forehead. It feels so intense, my body is lit on fire. I’m groaning again uncontrollably, turning my head to bury my face in the pillow to try and stifle the moans when Oliver pinches my nipples again .