Ruthless (Nomad Outlaws Trilogy Book 1)

by Tory Richards

  "Dark Menace?" I remembered him mentioning them before.

  He shook his head. "No, they came later. And why are we talking about this?"

  I shrugged, smiling. "I'm curious about you." It was more than that. I'd met enough bikers and men like Rebel to know that they didn't talk. They grunted, growled, and snarled, most of the time keeping their lives a secret because of what they were involved in. It was nice that Rebel was giving me something deeper than that.

  He found my confession amusing, I could see it in his eyes. "Why are you curious about me, angel?" He began to run his hands up and down my arms, the roughness of his warm palms stimulating me in ways that left me tingling all over.

  "You're in my life. I want to get to know you." There was no sense in lying to him. "I think you're a good man." I firmly believed that only a good man would have gone to the lengths Rebel had to help me and Della.

  My words seemed to surprise him. He snorted. "I've never been a good man, baby." His hands smoothed over my shoulders and up the sides of my neck, the rough caress dragging a whimper from me. "I'm an outlaw. I've killed. I live on the wrong side of the law. But right now all I can think about is fucking you." His words took my breath away. "But first, I want to taste you, make you scream my name when you come on my tongue."

  Fuck! I knew that he could do it, too. A voracious need surged through me for him to do exactly that, and the sooner the better. I was surprised that I wasn't melting at his feet from the intense heat that was racing through my blood. The heat between my legs grew, dampening my panties. I could feel the hard ridge of Rebel's cock right there at the crucial spot, throbbing against the bundle of nerves that would make me come. Suddenly I couldn't help myself. I shifted my hips so that I could grind against him, closing my eyes and groaning loudly.

  He gripped my hips and held me against him, burying his face against the side of my neck. His nose nuzzled me, his lips glided over my skin, his teeth nibbled hard enough to cause more wetness to escape my body.

  "Christ, angel, I'm going to fuck you right here in about two minutes."

  I laughed softly, understanding his need. "Then we'd better go home." I could feel his heart thumping against me.

  After a minute or two of continuing what we were doing, he finally pulled back with a growl. "Good idea."

  The ride home was quiet and fast. Anticipation of what I expected to happen once Rebel got me home overwhelmed me. The rumble of the bike beneath me kept my pussy thrumming with arousal. I found myself forcing down my need to come. I wanted it to be on Rebel's tongue, or with his cock inside of me, not while I was on his bike, yet the constant vibration against my pussy was slowly winning. I released a sigh of relief when he finally pulled into my apartment complex and pulled into a spot.

  He shut the engine off and sat there for a minute, taking in a deep breath. "Did you come?"

  He knew! My eyes grew big, even though I knew that he couldn't see me. "I'm waiting for you," I said softly.

  I felt his silent laughter shake his body. Then he helped me off before dismounting himself. Words weren't necessary. He took my hand and led me to my door. Suddenly, recalling the way I'd left my apartment earlier, I stiffened and pulled back slightly, not wanting to go inside. I didn't know if I could face the blood again. The memory of that was still too fresh in my mind.

  Rebel glanced back at me, unlocking the door, but he didn't open it. He turned to face me, sensing my concern. He reached up and cupped my cheek with his hand. "Baby, I had your apartment cleaned up while you were at the hospital. Della's, too."

  I stared at him in awe. The man was too much! He was a good man, I didn't care what he believed. "Thank you."

  "I told you, I take care of what's mine," he said simply, his eyes holding mine captive. "And stop saying ‘thank you’."

  I closed my mouth, smiling, because that's exactly what I'd been about to do. "You know, you never did tell me what you said you had to tell me," I reminded him.

  I sensed the change in him almost immediately. His expression turned serious as he rubbed a hand over his lower jaw. I got the impression that he was trying to make up his mind as to whether he should tell me now or later. I waited patiently.

  "All I can think about right now is getting you naked and under me, baby. We can talk any time." He reached forward and ran his finger over my bottom lip. "Are you down for that?"

  Oh, I was so down for that. I opened my mouth and sucked his finger inside. A hiss slipped through his teeth, and a spark glittered in his dark eyes. He grabbed me and pulled me inside my apartment, slamming and locking the door behind us.

  Chapter 24

  Rebel

  I don't know how I managed to keep my hands off Ginger the second we were inside her apartment, but I did. As much as I wanted her, I realized that there was an order of how the night needed to go, and doing things right was a lot more important than getting her beneath me. She deserved it, and my patience. Her reaction to walking inside her clean apartment had been worth it. A quick glance revealed that the Max brothers had done a top notch job, even going so far as to add a fresh coat of paint on the wall by the door where most of the blood had been located. It hadn't been necessary, but the light paint fumes helped mask the scents that lingered from what had really happened there. The deep purple color didn't match the rest of her walls, but it made for an interesting accent wall, and Ginger liked it.

  As soon as I closed the door behind us, I rushed her into the shower. Fuck, I'd wanted to join her for a replay of what we'd done earlier in there, but again I held myself back. She needed the alone time, and I didn’t want to come off as a totally insensitive ass. I'd made her aware of my intentions, I was pretty damned certain that she was on board with them, but I needed her to know that it wasn't all about fucking.

  Hell that was a new concept for me. Fucking was the only thing that I'd wanted from women in the past, a quick, no-questions-asked relief from the stress of being on the road, of being on a dangerous mission, or hell, just the plain fucking pleasure of emptying my balls. It worked perfectly for me, as long as the woman didn't ask questions and left afterwards. I had to admit that ever since I’d met Ginger, the sexual encounters with club whores or the loose women that I met on the road hadn't been enough to satisfy me, not when all I had been able to think about had been long hair that felt like silk in my hands, sparkling eyes clinging to mine, soft with arousal, and mouthwatering curves that I could fill my hands with.

  Ginger had remained on my mind, like an addictive drug that I couldn't get my hands on.

  And now I had an abundant supply at my fingertips.

  Fuck. I was so screwed. I'd chosen the life that I lived but, and I couldn’t understand why I suddenly wanted something more. Maybe it was because I was getting older, and more and more of my biker friends, men like me, were finding their mates and having families. Christ, I hadn't even known that I was missing that. I had never wanted it. Reconnecting with Ginger was making me think about things that I wasn't comfortable with.

  I knew that I should just walk away. But I also knew that I wouldn't. I wanted her too fucking badly, and not just for fucking, contrary to what my hard dick was indicating. I ran my hands over my shoulders and chest and down to the enlarged muscle, washing away the soap. I lifted my dick to make sure the suds beneath it and my balls were washed away. I was still hard as a rock when I turned off the water and stepped out of the tub.

  Ginger had slipped on a tee after her shower, but I had no qualms about drying off and walking through her apartment naked. A noise in the kitchen drew me there, and I walked in in time to see Ginger ending a call. She set her phone down, her surprised gaze shooting down to my erection, before rocketing back up to meet my eyes. I gave her a wolf grin, watching her cheeks flush with a pretty blush.

  She didn't owe me an explanation, but she gave me one anyway. "I called to check on Della."

  "How is she?"

  "Still sleeping, according to the nurse. She said they wo
uld be keeping her sedated during the night so she didn't move around too much."

  "Good." I went to her, for the first time noticing that she had something in her mouth. "What are you eating?" I grinned.

  A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. "A peppermint patty. I'm addicted to them."

  I'd seen the bag of them in her fridge. I caged her in against the counter. "Let me taste."

  "It's almost gone," she laughed lightly.

  "Give me your mouth," I insisted, leaning in and taking what I wanted. As soon as my mouth closed over hers I forced my tongue past the seam of her lips and thrust it into her mouth. The strong taste of mint and chocolate exploded on my taste buds and fuck if it wasn't the best taste I'd ever had. I leaned against Ginger so she could feel the head of my dick between her thighs. I moaned around the tasty mint coating my tongue, taking as much of it into my mouth as I could.

  I was a greedy bastard.

  And she was so fucking tasty.

  I ended the kiss with several gentle tugs of her bottom lip, reluctant to release my prize. The sting of her nails on my biceps sharpened my hunger. My hands transferred to her hips, sliding beneath her tee to her silky skin. She wasn’t wearing any fucking underpants. I glanced down with surprise, taking in the pretty butterfly tat right above her pretty, pink pussy. Sweet Jesus, I was going to devour her. Suddenly, hearing her scream my name was all that mattered.

  "You stole what was mine." Her soft voice drew my gaze up to hers. The sultry smile on her swollen lips and the tiniest bit of chocolate in the corner of her mouth suggested that she was talking about the peppermint patty I’d tasted in her mouth.

  She was so fucking cute. "I'm about to steel more." I moved my hands upwards, taking her shirt with me until the enticing peaks of her tits popped free. I zeroed in on the bounty that I'd exposed. For such a small thing, her tits were heavy and full, her rose-colored nipples the size of berries when they were hard. I had to have a taste. I pulled her shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it away, and then took her tits into my hands.

  It was only fair that she was as naked as I was.

  I leaned forward, eager to take a nipple into my mouth. Ginger gasped before I had even reached my prize. I glanced up, meeting the arousal in her eyes, the slight flare of her nostrils, and the sexy part of her lips. My dick punched forward, eager to be inside of her tight, little cunt. But I had other plans first. I wrapped my mouth around the tip of her tit, sucking in as much succulent flesh as I could.

  "Oh!" Ginger's hands clenched onto my arms as she arched those lovely mounds toward me in eager offering.

  I growled around the tit in my mouth, chewing and sucking on it, and drawing back until nothing but the nipple remained between my teeth. I rolled the sweet bud carefully, hearing her sharp gasps above me. I moved on to the other tit, repeating the action until she was panting heavily. Fuck, she was so receptive and responsive, and I was about to spill my seed on the floor between us, I was so turned on. When I began lapping at her tits and squeezing them in my hands, she cried out and clawed at my shoulders.

  The bite of her nails was almost my undoing.

  "Please, Rebel!" she pleaded in a breathy tone. "Fuck me!"

  I abandoned her tits and trailed kisses up her chest. "Oh, I intend to, baby. When I'm ready." Fuck, who was I fooling? I was so ready that my dick was leaking a pool of pre-cum. I reached her collarbone, losing my fingers in her hair to pull her head back. "I'm going to fucking claim every part of you." It came out in a hoarse threat.

  She rolled her head back, giving me access. With my hands shaping and squeezing her tits, my thumbs raking over her rock-hard nipples, I moved in, teasing both of us by brushing the head of my dick against her clit. The pleasure was so intense that I shuddered, groaning weakly. If anyone could bring me to my knees, it was this woman. She grabbed my dick with a frustrated sound. I knew what she wanted. She tried to draw me close, to force me into penetrating her, but I was stronger than her, and all she managed to do was caress the head of my dick with an up and down motion that had me gritting my teeth.

  When I couldn't take any more, I grabbed her wrist and forced her arm behind her back. I followed it up with her other arm, holding her hands captive at the small of her back. She was at my mercy, and she clearly didn't like it. I laughed as she strained to get free.

  "Rebel‒"

  "Mike," I said, wrapping one hand around both of her wrists so I could free up one of mine. "Use my real name," I growled.

  "Michael," she gasped with a wild shiver. Fuck, even better. "I need you inside me!"

  I fisted my dick and ran the head up and down her slit, just past the seam against her swollen, slick labia. Her clit was a hard little bundle of sensitive nerves, and each time I touched her there she quivered, as if in the throes of a mini orgasm. Little puffs of air passed through her parted lips as I teased her without mercy.

  Sweet Jesus, it was torture for me, too, and I lost control. With a grunt, I thrust forward, seating myself inside her tight pussy, as deep as I could go. We both sounded out our pleasure. Ginger rolled her head back on her shoulders, a satisfied look crossing her face. I leaned in against the side of her neck to take a moment to gain control. I wasn't ready to end it by coming like a school boy. I didn't move, just enjoyed the feel of her slick flesh surrounding my dick like a tight sheath. She had other plans, tightening her muscles around me.

  I groaned, shuddering.

  She did it again.

  "Don't," I warned tightly, biting her hard enough to show that I wasn't kidding. My dick was literally pulsing inside her, and I knew that it wouldn't take much to make me come. "You make me come when I'm not ready and you'll be sorry."

  She had the nerve to laugh, backing it up with another squeeze of her muscles. She didn't believe me? I pulled out, and Jesus Christ, she was so tight that I almost lost my load. I ignored her unhappy sound of protest, giving her wrists a squeeze and pulling back to meet her eyes.

  "Don't fucking move those hands." I kissed her to dampen the sting of my tone. We were both panting. My hands moved to her thighs, right above her knees. I began to massage them, gradually working my way toward her pussy.

  Her breath caught when my thumbs brushed over the swollen lips of her soaked mound. I glanced down, parting the plump flesh. Christ, she was slick with arousal, and I wanted a taste. I dropped to my knees, looking up at Ginger to gauge her reaction. She had to know what was coming. The arousal in her slightly glazed-over eyes made her look soft and inviting. She tugged her bottom lip into her mouth, releasing a little whimper.

  "You're going to learn to listen to me." My gaze was focused on the dripping bounty before me.

  "Michael . . ."

  That was a fucking start. I liked the sound of my name on her lips. Using my thumbs, I parted her flesh even more before burying my face against the sweetest, plumpest pussy I'd ever had. Her flesh was swollen, soft, and coated with her cream, so thick and tasty, better than honey. Fuck, better than ripe strawberries and whipped cream. I thrust my tongue inside, using it like my dick, bringing her to the edge.

  Her breath turned heavy, the tensing of her muscles revealing that she was about to come. I drew back, grinning at her moan of frustration, giving her body time to back track. This time I entered her body with two fingers while locking my mouth onto her throbbing clit.

  "Michael!" she cried out as she moved her hips to my thrusting fingers.

  I licked, sucked, and lapped her clit and the outside of her cunt, letting my fingers fuck her deep. I curled my fingers up into the patch of nerves located just past her entrance, but not long enough to get her off.

  "I need to come!" she hissed, moving her hips. "Please!"

  "You'll come when I let you," I said, resisting the urge to let her. Every time I sensed that she was close, I stopped, letting her body calm down. "I want my dick inside you when you come," I rasped around her clit. I took it in my mouth and sucked hard.

  "Damn you!" she swore, her v
oice trembling. "Put your cock in me and fuck me right!"

  My hands clenched around her fleshy thighs before sliding beneath her bottom and pulling her up tight to my mouth. She was close, too close, and so was I. My dick was swollen and throbbing, my balls were drawn up tight against my body, aching for release. I gave Ginger's pussy several more hard licks of my tongue.

  "Hold on, baby." I pulled her away from the counter and she wrapped her legs around my waist automatically. As I turned to head to her bedroom, we came together in a clash of lips, tongues, and teeth, grinding our mouths together as our need escalated to dizzying heights. We rapidly became drunk on each other.

  My objective was to get to Ginger's bed before we collapsed to the floor to finish what we'd started. Feeling her hot, juicy cunt against me almost lured me to press her up against the nearest wall and bury myself to the hilt, and then I thought, Why the hell not? There was no way I was going to make it to her room anyway. She had a small apartment, but her bedroom suddenly seemed miles away. I pushed her up against the nearest wall, devouring her wet, swollen mouth with my harder one.

  "I'm going to bury my dick inside you so deep you won't know where I begin and you end." I didn’t know what I was waiting for, perhaps driven by the knowledge that sometimes the anticipation was just as sweet as the release. "Do you want that, baby?"

  "Michael‒" she panted in between kisses, her arms circling around my neck. "Fuck me!"

  I continued my attack of her mouth, grinding my dick between her legs, my hands roaming up and down her body from her hips to her heavy tits. I strained my body against her to keep her against the wall. We were both breathing hard, hearts pounding as one, lust controlling every move. "Tell me what you want," I demanded, feeling her hard little nipples digging into my chest.

  "I want to fuck," she said with breathless desperation. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. "I want your cock inside me," she continued, running her open mouth along my shoulder. She put her mouth against my ear. "I want your cum inside me."