by Marie James
Tossing the used rubber on the floor, he finds my cock once again.
“Messy.” Without releasing me, he shifts from between my legs, turning, so his mouth is so close, I can feel the warmth of his breath on my come covered cock. “Let me clean you up.”
The initial sweep of his tongue is a live wire of sensation. I can fuck all night, and it never feels as good as his mouth on me. We’ve been back from Costa Rica for just over a week, but our mutual shower plays on a constant loop in my mind. I pray I never forget the way his cock pulsed in my hand as he came with me buried in his ass.
“Beautiful fucking cock,” he mutters before taking me to the back of his throat.
With no shame or embarrassment, his eyes watch mine as I struggle to breathe in regular rhythm. Pulling back, his tongue flicks against the head.
“Dude,” I say with incredulity. “Don’t call my cock beautiful.”
“It is,” he counters.
“It’s manly,” I correct. I mean, how can cock be anything but masculine?
“That too,” he concedes. His tongue traces the throbbing vein from the head until I lose sight of his eyes. “This part is my favorite.”
“Do I need to leave the shower going?” Darby asks from the other side of the half-open door.
On instinct, I rip from his mouth wondering if the nip from his teeth as I pull out is intentional.
“Yeah, doll,” I say, ignoring the disappointment in my lover’s eyes as I climb off the bed and will my cock to deflate.
I stand, back to him at the edge of the bed, giving myself the minute I need to calm my racing heart. He doesn’t touch me, but he’s close enough that his whispered words are all I can hear.
“You can touch me; fuck me even in front of her.”
How do I explain to him that sharing him with her is the last thing I want?
“We can tell her what happened in Costa Rica; she’ll love it.” I sigh and take a couple more steps closer to the shower. “We don’t have to hide anything from her.”
I turn then to look at him, search his eyes for the answers I can’t seem to find on my own. Hell, at this point I don’t even know what the questions are anymore.
“Can I trust you to keep your mouth shut? With her and everyone else?”
His eyes narrow at my tone, anger tugging the corners of his mouth into a sneer. “Sure thing, brother. It’s our dirty little secret.”
“All yours,” Darby says walking out of the bathroom with a cloud of steam following behind her.
Without another word, I head into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me. The last thing I want is Darby following me for more attention than we gave her all night and then again this morning. As a self-proclaimed nympho, she’s rarely satisfied unless she’s got dicks buried in her. ‘The more, the merrier.’ Her words, not mine.
By the time I step out of the shower and walk back into the room, I find Itchy gone and Darby in my bed as if she owns the place. She doesn’t have a room to herself, but she seems to enjoy bouncing around the clubhouse. No room of her own means she never sleeps alone, and I know she loves the shit out of that.
“He thinks you’re ashamed,” she says unprompted as I tug a pair of jeans out of the dresser.
“He tell you that?” I know he didn’t say a word to her. He’d never betray the trust I’ve placed in him, just as I would never do it to him, especially over a woman.
“He didn’t have to,” she answers. “I can see it in his eyes.”
I scoff at her diagnosis of the situation. “I didn’t realize you got a degree in psychology while I was in the shower.”
“Don’t be an asshole to me,” she hisses.
Sighing, I drop my ass to the edge of the bed to tug on my socks and boots.
“Listen,” I begin. “I’m sorry. This just isn’t something I want everyone knowing.”
She chuckles at that. “You wouldn’t believe what some of the guys in this clubhouse are interested in. Believe me when I say you liking your dick sucked by Itchy is far from devious.”
My mind flashes to the story Ace told about blowjobs and fingers in assholes. If she knew what I did to my best friend in Costa Rica, she’d change her fucking tune really fast.
“You can’t tell anyone, Darby.” I look up at her, eyes pleading.
“I won’t,” she promises. “It’s just not something to be ashamed of.”
Shame? Is that what I feel? The reason I don’t want my MC brothers knowing I suddenly have an urge for gay sex?
“Your secret is safe with me,” she vows again before walking toward the door.
I know she can’t be trusted with something as epic as this. She was seconds away from spilling the beans on what the other guys like. She has no loyalty to Itchy and me, no real faithfulness to the club or anyone in it.
I have no reason to explain to her Marine mentality or shit as simple as Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, but I find myself wanting if only to cement my need to keep this under wraps.
“Darby,” I call out just as her hand reaches for the door joining mine and Itchy’s room.
She turns toward me with a lost look in her eyes. “I know I haven’t been here long, but I’ve spent a lot of time with the other guys in the club. Well, not all of them because I know Kincaid and Kid are off limits and Shadow won’t even look my direction, but homophobia isn’t a trait I’ve noticed in a single one of them. They’re not going to care that you’re gay.”
I shake my head, automatically rejecting her words. “I’m not gay.”
She nods, an appeasement only since the look in her eyes tell a different reality.
“You don’t know them like I do.” I’m referring to Marines in general, not just my brothers in the club.
“True,” she says softly. “But I know homophobic assholes. I was a hooker for the mob, remember? The men here are incredible, Snatch. They’d never turn their backs on you because of your sexual preferences.”
I run a frustrated hand over my hair, exasperated that she’s just not understanding. “The last thing I need is them treating me different, wondering every time we hit the showers on a mission that I’m checking them out or thirsting after their dicks.”
“Would you?” she asks.
“What?” I look up at her.
“Would you want to fuck them?”
My neck snaps back at her question. “Fuck no. I’m not attracted to men.”
She raises an eyebrow at me. “So just Itchy then.”
Not a question, obvious fact assessed from our interactions together.
“I can’t explain it,” I begin, but pull my words back before admitting anything else to her. “I just… I like his mouth on my cock.”
“Right,” she says. “And holding his hand when you fuck me, the scratch of his beard on your thighs. Maintaining eye contact with him when you come.”
It appears we haven’t been as secretive as I’d hoped. The incredible passion I feel with him is to blame for my inability to separate fucking her from wanting to fuck him.
“No shame,” she whispers before the door clicks softly behind her.
Chapter 13
Itchy
I hitch my head at Kincaid, acknowledging him on my way out to my bike. I shouldn’t be pissed that Snatch has once again shut down any idea of letting even Darby in on what we’re doing, but that doesn’t keep the emotion from sitting heavy in my gut.
“You busy?” Kincaid asks as I walk past.
“Not really,” I reply, hoping for a distraction from my thoughts.
“Hoping you could head into town for a beer run. Couple of the guys want to play some poker later. Fridge is all but empty, and the bar has about run dry,” he says adjusting the ball cap on his head.
I shrug. “No problem.”
“Thanks, man,” he says with a slap on my back before disappearing down the corridor to his and Em’s room.
Grabbing a set of keys from the hook near the door, I step outside into the
dry New Mexico heat. The weather here is so much nicer than that coastal humid shit we had for over a week in Costa Rica.
“Hey,” Snapper says looking up as I walk out on the small porch.
Smiling around a deep drag of her cigarette pulls a similar grin from my mouth. I’ve been so focused on Snatch, I realize I haven’t spent time with her lately. She’s devious as hell, but at the same time she’s funny and a wildcat in the sack.
“Hey, Red,” I greet taking a seat beside her on the concrete steps.
“Heading out?” She stubs the tip of her smoke out in the small ashtray at her hip.
“Beer run. Guys are playing poker later,” I answer. “Wanna go?”
She huffs a humorless laugh. “Sure you don’t want to take Darby?”
My skin prickles at her jealous jab, but I choose to ignore it. “Even if she was going, sweetheart, you could still come along.”
Silence settles between us as she looks out over the parking lot filled with bikes and a handful of SUVs, cages not many of us ever enjoy being trapped in.
“Are you feeling neglected?” I bump my shoulder with hers, thankful my playfulness pulls a small grin from her lips.
“A little,” she admits.
“I thought you and Darby were friends.”
“We are.” More silence. “I just haven’t spent much time with you and Snatch lately.”
“You’re welcome anytime,” I lie. Snatch isn’t interested in Snapper other than the fact that she’s down for double penetration more often than some of the other girls.
“I guess I’m just worried you guys are going to go gaga over her pussy and stop fucking everyone else.”
I don’t correct her. I would never tell Snapper anything about my preference is leaning more to my best friend these days than any particular woman in the clubhouse, including Darby.
“Kincaid barely tolerates my presence since Emmalyn showed up.” I blink at her, trying to think of a way to handle this situation.
“Come on, Red. Kincaid wasn’t interested in club pussy long before Em came along. He’s happy, you should be happy for him. He’s your President.”
I don’t miss the quick shake of her head as if she’s rejecting his leadership.
“Bunny sucked his cock once,” she counters. “Kid hates me. It’s like fucking him when he wanted it is all my fault.”
Funny how her memories are different from everyone else’s.
“Snapper, you knew he had amnesia. How he felt about Khloe was clear long before he left for Vegas.”
She turns her head, looking me in the eye, hers shining with tears. “You’re turning on me, too?”
I shake my head, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her to my chest. “I’m not turning on anyone. You both fucked up that night. What’s done is done, but I’m not going to placate you and minimize the situation. Khloe is his soul mate. They’ve moved on. You should too.”
She nods, but there’s no telling what’s going on in her head. Snapper isn’t one to think in a straight line like most people. She had a rough childhood and even worse teen years. Fending for herself, even at the expense of others will always be her go-to tactic, even to the detriment of herself at a later time.
“Let’s go grab some beer. The guys are dangerously close to running out, and the last thing we need is a clubhouse full of sober bikers.”
She laughs and follows me to the nearest SUV. I open the door for her, making my way around to the driver’s side once she’s settled in.
“I get it,” she says quietly a couple of minutes later, keeping her eyes on the tree line outside of her window.
“What’s that,” I ask turning down the radio so I can hear her better.
“Darby’s appeal. She’s pretty perfect.” Her head turns to look at me, smile on her red lips. “She’s got a mouth on her like no other.”
“Oh yeah?” I can’t help but smile. Darby could make me come in less than a minute, so I know exactly what she’s talking about. “You gals sneaking around?”
She laughs, but it’s laced with something I just can’t quite put my finger on. “Believe me, baby. I’m not the one sneaking around.”
My pulse pounds in my ears, hands turning clammy as I grip the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white. She doesn’t say another word until we’re pulling into the parking lot of the liquor store.
She doesn’t make to move out of the vehicle, so neither do I.
“You said earlier that Kid found his soul mate, and it’s obvious that Kincaid has done the same. Do you ever want to find that one woman who makes you stop all of your wild ways? The one who is so fucking incredible you can’t imagine yourself touching any other pussy but hers?” Her eyes follow a man with a case of beer to his car.
“Nothing against anyone I’ve met thus far, but I’m certain there isn’t a single woman in the world that would make me want to stop fucking the way I do,” I answer honestly. A man covered in tattoos with a pierced cock so perfect I want it in my ass every day for the rest of my life? Now that’s not what she asked, is it?
“Playboy for life,” she mutters opening her door and finally climbing out.
“Maybe when we get back, we can grab her and head to your room.” I nod in agreement as she switches gears back to our conversation on Darby. I grab a flat cart from the row where they’re lined up against the outside of the building keeping my back to her so she can’t see the fear still in my eyes from her elusive comment about sneaking around. “She can give you a few pointers on how to please a woman.”
She’s turned playful once again, slapping my ass as she walks ahead of me into the store. I laugh at her words, exactly what she expects at the moment.
“Are you saying I don’t know how to please you?” I tease, hoping she can’t hear the tremble in my voice. I can’t be sure she honestly knows anything, but you never know with Snapper. She always has something up her sleeve, always planning the self-destructive act.
“Not at all, baby,” she answers with a wide grin.
She holds the cart while I start piling on cases of beer before we head to the bottle shop in the back.
“You sure?” I help her as she struggles to push the cart to the next brand. “Sounds like I don’t please you.”
She shrugs, mood shifting ever so slightly once again. I wonder if she’s bi-polar but I’m pretty sure second to second changes from manic to depressed isn’t a characteristic of the disease.
“It’s been so long since we fucked, I can’t even remember what skills you have.”
I grin, thankful for the opening for distraction she’s just given me.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I look around, thankfully finding the store sparsely populated this early in the back. One hand cups her braless tit while the other wanders down to the jean covered V between her legs.
“Sounds like you need a reminder,” I say in her ear, already feeling like I’ve won when she sighs and leans back against my chest. “And you know I love a challenge.”
She pants, worked up almost immediately at my embrace. “We can fuck in the bathroom before we leave.”
As appealing as the chance to reroute our conversation is, I know it won’t be enough to satisfy her need to feel wanted, and short-lived distraction isn’t going to help me in the long run.
“And miss the opportunity for Darby to teach me how to properly take care of you?” I hiss when her hips rotate against my thickening cock. I may be freaking out, mind racing to figure out just what the hell she hinted at earlier, but I’m still a man with a warm pussy and big tit in my hand.
“We can do both,” she offers.
I laugh in her ear, pride filling my chest when goose bumps race down her arm. She may have something planned, but at the end of the day, she just wants to be fucked. She’s almost Darby’s twin in that sense. Fill her with cock and show her enough attention and she’s as happy as can be. Unlike Darby though, Snapper has the potential to ruin lives when she’s fe
eling neglected.
“You’ll wait,” I say releasing her breast and cupping my hand at her throat, the mild pressure making her pulse thrum against my fingertips. “And you’ll take my cock however I want to give it to you.”
She nods as a longing filled whimper escapes her mouth.
I’ve got her right where I want her. The problem is Snapper never does what she’s told.
Chapter 14
Snatch
“You keep playing shit hands like that, and you’ll never sit down at this table again,” I snip at Kid as he throws down another winning set.
My words don’t even make sense. Not much does for me these days. If he was playing like shit, he wouldn’t be scraping another pile of chips across the table toward his even larger pile. The urgency to slap the smirk off his damn face hits me hard, but I can’t blame his winning ass on my bad mood. The cards I’ve been dealt, both literally and figuratively are what’s shitty. The four beers I’ve drank since we sat down to play half an hour ago are doing nothing to ease my mind after the conversation I had with Darby earlier.
I look around the table. Shadow, Kincaid, Ace, and even the smug ass Kid sitting across from me does nothing for me. I’m secure enough in my manhood that I can acknowledge they’re a great looking group of guys, but I don’t have an ounce of sexual attraction to a single one of them. It’s what’s fucking with my head the most, not knowing exactly what it is about Itchy’s bearded ass that makes my cock swell anytime he’s within eye sight of me, and why now? Why after years of friendship, after sharing hundreds of women does the thought of his lips wrapped around my cock or the tightness of his ass make me want to forsake all women and spend my days inside his body in one way or another? And why the fuck does the thought of him bending me over in the shower and taking me like I took him a week ago make my nuts ache more than they ever have?
“You’re just pissed you’re losing,” Kid taunts as he separates the chips by color and piles them higher than necessary before scooping up the cards to shuffle.
I feel Shadow’s eyes focused on the side of my face, but I keep my eyes on Kid’s hands as he works the deck. I know he wants an explanation for my outburst, but how do I bring up the fact that I’m fucking another member of the club at the poker table with four other guys? Doesn’t really seem like a proper poker conversation right now… or ever.
