by Madison Faye
“I’m really okay,” I said quietly, smiling.
“Okay, one sec.”
There was a second of silence before suddenly, I grinned hugely at the sound of my daughter’s voice.
“Hey momma!”
“Hey little bird!”
Tears stung my eyes, and I bit my lip as the smile broke out across my face. Goddamn was it good to hear her voice right then.
“Are you almost here? Aunt Kennedy and I are having a movie marathon.”
I smiled widely, the stress and the physical hurt from the crash and that whole night slowly fading as her voice giggled through the phone.
“That sounds like so much fun, honey!” I sighed. “But look, momma had some car problems, so I’m going to be there a little later than I said, okay? I’m going to spend the night with a friend and then come see you tomorrow, okay?”
I didn’t really even realize it before I said it that I probably would be spending the night there, with him. The thought made me shiver, swallowing back the heat that crept up inside.
“Okay!”
I smiled. “Too what movies are you and Aunt Kennedy watching?”
“Jaws. It’s about this really big, scary shark.”
“Oh really?” I scowled, making a note to tear my sister a new one. “Do you think you should be watching those, honey?”
I could almost hear the impish grin I knew was creeping over my daughter’s face.
“Yes?”
“Uh-huh,” I sighed, rolling my eyes. “Well, have fun, okay? I’ll be there tomorrow sweetheart. Can you put Aunt Kennedy on?”
“Okay, bye mom.”
“Love you sweetheart.”
“Love you too!”
There was a fumble sound before my sister’s voice came back over the line.
“Hey, so-”
“Jaws? Are you fucking serious?”
“Oh c’mon! They’re classics!”
“She’s seven, Ken. She’s not going to sleep for a fucking month now.”
“Oh, she’ll be fine. I promise.”
I sighed.
“So, look, what the f- uh, what the crap happened to your car?”
“Nothing, I-”
I glanced up to see Stone moving around his kitchen. He wasn’t eavesdropping or anything, but still, I wrapped the blanket around myself and moved off across the room, sinking into a chair he had set up next to a shelf of books under the stairs to the lofted bedroom.
“I’m okay.”
“Darrel?” Kennedy whispered.
I shook my head. “No, I- I hit a deer, or almost did. The car’s wrecked, but I’m fine.”
“What hospital are you in? I’m coming to get you,” my sister said matter-of-factly.
“No, you’re not,” I spat back. “You’re saying with Brooke and you’re keeping her safe, okay?”
There was silence for a second before I heard my sister sigh. “Okay, okay. Yes. Of course I’ll keep her safe.”
“Look, I’ll be there tomorrow…” I winced, thinking about my completely totaled car. “Maybe the day after.”
“Wait, but still tell me what hospital you’re in.”
I paused. Shit. What was I going to say? That I was at a total stranger’s cabin in the woods? That this rough, wild, sexy biker guy had picked me up, driven me up to his - what, his hideout?
“I’m, uh…I’m not.”
“Um, what?”
“A man helped me.”
“A stranger?”
I winced, glancing over to the shirtless Stone, his back still to me.
“I guess?”
“Are you fucking kidding me!?” Kennedy hissed, loudly.
“Lower you voice!”
“Brooke’s in the bathroom brushing her teeth. Hang on, this guy-”
“It’s fine, really.”
“The fuck it is!” She spat. “Where are you now?”
“I…”
“Do not say his house.”
“No, of course not!” I lied, not even really sure why I was. “We’re at the garage.”
Something told me Kennedy probably knew me well enough to know I was bullshitting her. But if she could tell, she didn’t say anything.
“God, Jackie…” she sighed. “Be safe, okay?”
“I will. I’ll be in touch.” I paused. “How is she, by the way?”
“She’s good,” I could hear Kennedy smile through the phone. “Jackie, getting her out of there and away from that asshole is the best thing you’ve ever done for her. Look, I know this is rough for you, but she just think’s we’re having an adventure. She’s okay.”
I nodded, smiling. “Thank you for this.”
“Of course. Call me- no, call me, first thing tomorrow, so I know you’re not like, skinned alive or something.”
I rolled my eyes. “Bye, Kennedy. And no more scary movies, okay?”
I ended the call, sighing and letting my shoulders slump before I turned. I startled, seeing Stone leaning against the fridge, still shirtless and gorgeous as all sin with a mug of something steaming in his hands.
“Thanks,” I said quietly, hugging the blanket around myself as I padded across the wood floor towards him.
“Anytime.”
I started to open my mouth, but I shut it, smiling sheepishly instead.
Stone cocked one brow. “What.”
“I…” I blushed. “Buzzkill, huh?”
He grinned, folding his arms over his broad chest. “Meaning?”
I rolled my eyes. “C’mon, the whole I’m a mom thing?”
Stone’s eyes burned into me, not even blinking. “And?”
I groaned, pushing my fingers through my hair. “And, c’mon, you’re immediately regretting bringing me here now, aren’t you.”
He grinned. “Yeah, no, you’re right. I’m having some serious second thoughts about saving the hot girl from the car crash in the rain and looking like a total badass.”
My cheeks burned. “Hot girl? You know you already got me up here to your lair, you don’t have to use lines.”
“Who’s using lines?” He growled, moving closer. He set the mug down and tossed his phone away, his hands moving to grip at the edges of the blanket I had wrapped around my still almost nude body.
“I’m just…” I shook my head. “Look, I get it, okay? Trust me, you won’t be the first guy to run for the hills when you realize I have a kid.”
“You see me running?”
I chewed at my lip, dragging my eyes up his muscled, tattooed chest, over those perfect, very kissable lips, to those piercing blue eyes.
“I-” I sighed. “I’m just saying I get it that having a kid is a big cock-block, okay?”
Stone chuckled darkly as he grinned. “You think you were going to get lucky, sweetheart?”
I blushed furiously, cringing at how freaking bad I was bungling this. I mean, this was like a dirty dream come to life. This was like a real life Sons of Anarchy fantasy playing out right in front of me - to me. The hot, dangerous biker, the secluded cozy cabin with a fire crackling with a storm thundering outside?
Yeah, all that and here I was saying all the wrong things.
“I- I should just go,” I blurted out, turning from him as my face burned hot. “I should-”
“No, you shouldn’t.”
I gasped as his hands gripped the blanket tight, yanking it back and whirling me into him. My breath caught as I fell against him, my hands going flat against his rock-hard chest, my body tumbling against his as my heart jumped into my throat. I looked up, my skin tingling at the way those piercing blue eyes of his blazed right into mine.
And then, for the second time that night, his lips crushed to mine. For the second time, this rough, wild, fierce biker kissed me, and for the second time, it was unlike any other kiss I’d ever even imagined. Fuck, I felt it in my toes he kissed me so hard and so deeply - this heat roaring through me like a firestorm, leaving me breathless and panting for more as he pulled away.
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sp; “Cock block, huh?” Stone groaned. His hands tugged at the blanket, and as I felt it slip from my fingers, I shivered heatedly. The whole thing dropped to my feet, and this time, when he pulled me close, it was skin to skin. This time, I could feel my achingly hard nipples dragging over his chiseled chest through my bra.
“This feel blocked to you?”
His hand slid over mine, and pulled it down and between us. I moaned quietly as I felt him ease my hand over this huge, thick bulge in his jeans, and when I felt it throb under my fingers, I whimpered.
Stone leaned close, and when his lips brushed over my cheek, I gasped.
“You ain’t going anywhere, baby girl,” he growled lowly into my ear as his powerful hands slide over my hips, teasing at the lacy edge of my panties. “Cause I’m not letting you go.”
7
Stone
I groaned as I pulled her close, my hands tightening on that soft, perfect skin. Our lips crushed together, and fuck me, I coulda sworn I’d been hit by lightning. My whole body ached for her - muscles clenching and coiling, my brain short-circuiting, and my cock pulsing thick and rock hard in my jeans.
I knew all the reasons to not get involved. The cops looking for her. Her being Larkin’s friend who was in some kind of trouble. Her kid. All of it. And I knew a rough and tumble biker like me who only ever just wanted his bike and the freedom of the open road should have just run away.
But fuck that.
I’d run for years. I’d hidden from my demons for years too. But her? Shit, she was a breath of fresh air. She was something real. And the feel of that silk skin under my fingers, the taste of her lips, and the way her body just moved against me was the most real thing I’d felt in years.
And now that I had her there in my cabin? No way was I letting her go. No way was I walking away, or “letting this be”. Not a chance. She was here, she was in my arms, and she was mine.
I growled into her lips, my cock throbbing and pulsing in my jeans as she opened those pillow-soft lips of hers for my tongue. She kissed me hungrily, whimpering as I nipped at her lips. My hands slid over her body, tugging at the lacy edge of her soaked little lacy white panties. She writhed against me, and fuck, I almost tore them right off right there, but I held back.
No, I was going to make her squirm for me first. I was going to have her begging me for more before I plunged my cock deep inside that hot little heaven between her thighs.
My hand slid up, slipping the clasp of her bra before I tugged it down, pulling the straps down her shoulders. Jackie whimpered, moaning into me as she let me pull the bra away from her, tossing it aside before crushing her body back into mine. I groaned, feeling those hard, tempting little pink nipples dragging over my chest, the feel of her full, soft tits pressing into my skin.
Her hand was still on my cock through my jeans, and when it pulsed against her, she gasped quietly.
Fuck, that was my undoing. And here I was going to make her beg? Yeah, not after that moan. Not after that soft, silky sound from her lips as she writhed against me. My hands slid down to her panties, gripping them tight.
“I thought I said to show me everything, baby girl,” I growled, pulling tight on the little lacy fabric.
“Maybe you should be more specific next- oh God…”
Jackie moaned as I pulled hard with both hands, shredding the flimsy garment off of her and tossing it aside.
“Specifically, I want you to show me that sweet little cunt,” I groaned, crushing my lips to hers. My hands slide over her thighs, teasing down those tempting creases until they brushed against her soft, pouty pink pussy lips.
Fuck. Me.
I groaned hungrily, letting my fingers tease over her slick, wet pussy. I pulled her around, turning and dropping onto the couch with her tumbling into my lap right on top of me. She gasped, her legs spreading wide around my hips as I brought my mouth to her neck and kissed it hard.
She’d have bruises from my lips. She’d having fucking marks from me, so that anyone who saw her would know she was claimed.
…That she was mine.
Jackie writhed on my lap, throwing her head back and crying out as my lips teased over her neck and her collarbone.
“Stop me,” I hissed into her ear as her fingers raked over my shoulders. “You better stop me, darlin.”
“I- oh fuck - and what if I don’t want to?” She whispered heatedly. She rolled her hips, grinding against my huge bulge as that tight little body undulated on top of me, driving me fucking wild.
“You stop me now or I don’t stop until your mine,” I hissed.
She whimpered, her hands sliding up my chest and cupping my jaw before she kissed me fiercely. Her hips rolled on me again and again, her breath catching in our kiss as those soft, full tits of her rubbed over my chest.
“I’m warning you,” I growled. The beast inside of me roared, the chains holding it back straining to the point of snapping. I was lost in her, the blood thundering through my veins as the raw, primal urge to claim her utterly and completely blazed through me. I wanted that tight little cunt to stretch around my thick cock and slide down every inch. I wanted her on her hands and knees, ass up in the air and panting for more as I dragged my tongue over soft little cunt until she screamed.
“Last chance, baby girl,” I hissed. “I’m warning you.”
“And I’m telling you,” she panted back, kissing me widely. “That I’m a big girl.”
“I’m a bigger boy, trust me.”
My cock lurched against her soft mound, and she whimpered. My hands slid down that body, teasing over her skin and over her hips before I pushed my hand between her creamy thighs. I purred deeply as I stroked my finger between her lips, and when I teased it over the hard little bud of her clit, Jackie jolted against me, panting hungrily.
I teased her soft little pussy, stroking my finger through her sticky, silken lips. More and more of her sweet cream leaked out all over my damn hand, and my cock was so fucking hard it almost hurt.
Jackie’s hands dropped to my belt, tugging at it as I groaned into her and played with her pussy. She pulled the belt free and yanked at my zipper, her moans getting hotter and hotter as I rolled her little bud under my fingertip. Her soft, teasing, small hands slipped inside my jeans, and when I felt them circle around my throbbing hard, thick cock, I groaned deeply as she whimpered hungrily.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped, her eyes going a little wide as she pulled back from the kiss. Fuck, her lips were all puffy and swollen from me, and I growled, picturing her other lips - picturing how pink and swollen with lust I’d have her pussy before I gave her my cock.
Jackie slowly pulled me free, and my big dick sprung free to slap against my abs. She cooed hungrily, her fingers not even touching around my girth as she started to stroke me up and down. My thumb rolled over her clit as I sank a finger inside of her, and fuck me was she tight as hell. So fucking tight, so fucking slick and sticky for me, and so fucking ready for me to take it all.
I groaned, pulling my hands from her and lifting my hips, pushing her up as I slid my jeans down. Jackie gasped, giggling in surprise as I suddenly stood. Her arms flew around my neck as I kicked the jeans away, my hands tight on her sweet little ass. I growled into her lips, pulling her against me and feeling her slick little pussy dripping all over the underside of me as I ground against her.
I carried her over towards the stairs to my loft. Hell, I knew I could have her on the couch, or shit, the floor. I wanted her so fiercely I’d have taken her right there against the wall. But when I sank my cock inside of this fucking raven-haired goddess? When I plunged every inch inside of her sweet, tight little cunt, it’d be in my bed. It’d be where I could claim her properly.
…But then, I didn’t make it that far before I caved.
I made it to the steps to the loft before the beast inside of me broke free. I groaned, pushing her against the polished wooden steps and setting her ass down on one. I kissed her fiercely, and when my lips dropped to
her neck, Jackie panted and moaned in pleasure. Her legs spread so willingly for me as I moved between them, her slick pussy rubbing over my abs as I kissed my way down her chest.
I took one rosy pink nipple between my lips and then the other, groaning into her skin as I teased them to aching points. I moved lower and lower, pushing her thighs apart as I dipped between them.
"Fuck, Stone…”
She shyly tried to close her legs, but when I growled fiercely and gripped them tight, shoving them wide apart as I knelt between them, she whimpered.
“Uh-uh, sweetheart,” I growled. “No hiding this little pussy away from me. Not when I’m fucking dying to taste you. Not when I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you come all over my lips like a good girl.”
I moved in, and before she could say another word, I pushed her thighs apart, and slowly dragged my tongue up every inch of her gorgeous little cunt.
Fuck. Me.
It was like gasoline on a fire. It was the last straw I could take.
…And I snapped.
I groaned into her, hungrily dragging my tongue up and down her slit again before I pushed the tip deep inside. I tasted her sweet honeyed pussy, lapping at her juices and growling as I tasted her deeply. I dragged my tongue up again, swirling it over her clit before I wrapped my lips around the little bud and sucked.
Jackie went wild.
She cried out, bucking against my face, her ass lifting off the wood step under her. I growled fiercely, teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue - swirling it around and around her swollen bud as she went to pieces for me. My hands slid down her thighs and under her ass, gripping her tight and pulling her against my mouth. My tongue pushed deep inside, and as I started to fuck her with my tongue, Jackie started to shatter.
“Oh fuck, Stone…”
“Fuck you taste like fucking candy, baby girl,” I groaned, licking the slickness from my lips. Fuck, just the taste of her had my cock pulsing with need - my precum leaking freely from the swollen, throbbing head. I could feel it dripping down my shaft, but I resisted the urge to reach down and stroke myself.
I resisted, because that was all for her. All of me was hers, and I knew that without even a second’s doubt. All of me, all of my cock, and every drop of my cum.
