“Tell me!” he repeated in a gravelly voice.
“I’m not leaving.”
Admitting that turned him into an untamed beast. He wrapped an arm around my waist, and stepped away from the vanity. I gasped, because now I was able to see him fucking me in the mirror. See how erotic it looked when he pulled his cock out almost to the tip, and then pounded back inside me. The sight of Bowie’s cock disappearing inside my body was mind-blowing. The sound of our flesh slapping together, and the glistening wetness where our body’s connected dragged another orgasm from me.
“Bowie−” I lost my breath.
The smirk on his face told me he knew that I was climaxing. “I want to feel you come around my dick,” he grated, slamming into me harder and faster. “Your pussy is fucking mine now, babe,” he rasped.
“Yes!” I cried out, meaning it. I wanted Bowie to own me.
“Say it!”
“You’re the only one, Bowie, the only one I want fucking me!”
“Son of a bitch!” Bowie ground out, holding himself deep inside me as he came.
His hands clenched painfully where he held my hips and I knew there would be bruises. I could feel his cock become snug as it expanded inside me, feel every ripple as his cum traveled from his balls to where it ejected out the head. Then I caught my breath and watched some of it leak out and run down the inside of my thighs.
Bowie’s head fell forward on my shoulder, a shudder racked his body, and we both groaned when he slowly slipped out. I could feel his fast heartbeat against my back. Our bodies gradually calmed, breathing returned to normal.
“Bed.” His breath was hot against my flesh. He turned, and I followed him to the bed, which, thank God, was already turned down. Bowie took my hand and we collapsed down upon the mattress.
I was surprised when he pulled me against him and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “I would never have pegged you for a cuddler,” I laughed softly.
“I’m not, usually.” He looked down at me. “You’re the first woman I’ve been with in a long time, the first one that I’ve fucked more than once. Most of the time when I’m done I send them on their way.”
That sounded cold. “Why?” I couldn’t help asking.
“It’s the way I roll, babe. I made up my mind a long time ago that I didn’t want any ties. I’m a biker and I like my freedom, to come and go as I like, fuck who I want, drink when I want. It’s not much of a life but I like it. Most of my brothers live the same way. We all hold down jobs, mostly in businesses we own. But I’m not going to lie, some of the shit we do is illegal.”
“Sounds kind of sad, and lonely.”
“Life’s what you make of it, baby,” he grinned. “The point is, any woman who gets involved with me, she’s going to have to understand that I’m too old to change. I’m the president of an MC, and in my world the club and my brothers come first. Don’t get me wrong, I’d protect her with my life, give her the best life I can. But she’d have to learn that I’m a hard bastard, and there might be times when I get caught up in shit I can’t control. She could get hurt.”
I listened quietly, convinced Bowie was trying to frighten me away, and after he’d got me to say that I wasn’t leaving Four Corners. I knew very little about biker clubs, mostly from what I’d seen in the news, and a few episodes of ‘Sons of Anarchy’. I doubted the TV show was a true example of what really went on.
A few minutes went by before it dawned on me that Bowie had stopped talking. “Why are you telling me all this?” I didn’t want to make assumptions, or take anything for granted. “I was serious about staying, Bowie, but it seems like you’re purposely trying to scare me away.”
“I’m telling you this shit because I think we’re going to be involved.”
A snort escaped me. “You think? I’d say we’re as involved as two people can get.” I turned more fully into him. “I’ve had more orgasms with you in two days than the last five years with Greg.”
“Baby,” Bowie leaned down as if to kiss me. “There’s still more to be had before morning. I have some papers to sign and then I’m out of here. You’re coming with me.”
Just like that? He sounded so sure about me. I’d like to challenge him. Say something to make him sit back and think that maybe he didn’t have me all figured out. But I couldn’t deny the slight thrill of hearing him say that I was going with him as if I didn’t have a say in it. Why did I like him going all alpha on me? Maybe it was because he wanted me, and not just as a possession.
“I can hear you thinking.”
“I don’t know you.”
He rolled until he was half covering me. “I don’t know you either yet I’m willing to take a chance.” He began to pluck at my nipples, turning them hard.
“It’s not the same thing and you know it. You’re a man. I wouldn’t stand a chance if you should lock me up in a sex dungeon somewhere.” Bowie chuckled and I continued. “I don’t even know your name. Your real name.”
“My name is Marcus ‘Bowie’ Ford. Bowie is my road name.”
I took the hand he offered, returning his smile. “Gwendolyn Louise Myers.”
“Now we know who we are,” he said smugly. “Any other concerns?”
“Well, about that sex dungeon−”
“Look, baby,” All of a sudden Bowie was completely on top of me, pressing his hard-on between my thighs making me gasp. “I don’t have to pay or force anyone for pussy. We have sweetbutts at the club house that will do anything a brother wants. You should know by now that I won’t hurt you. If you decide to come with me tomorrow, and the day after you realize you’ve made a terrible mistake, I’ll bring you back here.”
“That easy?” My hands trailed down his back, over the curve of his ass, and down the back of his thighs.
I didn’t want to think that Bowie could say goodbye with no trouble. And then I realized that what we really had was nothing more than physical, and some feelings we couldn’t understand. If we were going to have a chance we needed more time together.
“I won’t like it, I’ll be disappointed as hell, but I’ll fucking do it.” He moved his hips as if he was fucking me. Our breathing began to sound harsh. “I fucking want you, Gwendolyn Louise Myers. I want you in my life. I want you in my bed. There’s something about you, I don’t know what the fuck it is. It might just be physical now, but I’d like to find out if it can mean more.”
I was trying to focus on what Bowie was saying but he made it difficult. His cock was rubbing against my pelvic bone, causing a slight ache of need in my clit. I sucked in my breath. “Fuck me again.” I squirmed a little, hoping to make him lose control.
“Not until we finish sorting this shit out,” he grinned. “So what do you think? Are you willing to take it one day at a time, and see if this fucking goes anywhere?”
He held my gaze, his eyes dark and serious. Could I do that? Could I try and make a life with a biker? Bowie made it so tempting to say yes. The fact he made me feel alive when he touched me, special almost, and that I felt safe with him, didn’t hurt. I had a feeling that with Bowie there would be no surprises. He wore his life on his sleeve.
“I guess I can do that,” I finally responded. As long as he didn’t ask more than I could give. I watched a flicker in his eyes, realizing for the first time that he’d been worried about what my answer would be. His body relaxed against me, the heat radiating off him engulfing me in a pleasant cocoon of awareness. I arched my pussy trying to capture his teasing cock. “Fuck me Marcus!” I pleaded softly, biting his chin afterward.
He growled, “I like hearing my name on your lips. How do you fucking want it baby?”
“I want it every way,” I laughed softly, going out of my mind. His cock was so close to slipping into my hungry body but no amount of squirming and arching provided what I needed. “Give it to me every way.”
His face moved closer to mine, and he said against my lips, “Good thing we have all fucking night,” he grumbled, kissing me with uncont
rolled passion.
Yes! Finally the man got down to business. As he devoured my mouth he pulled back, and thrust into me, bottoming out until his balls were against my ass. I moaned low with pleasure, thrusting my tongue against his.
Who knew what tomorrow would bring? All I knew was the here and now, and after the last five years of hell, this was heaven.
The End
Please continue reading for a snippet of Dark Menace MC…coming 2015!
Dark Menace MC
Stone
Blurb - Rachel offers herself to Stone, President of Dark Menace, as collateral for her family’s debt, and becomes the target of a rival motorcycle club, the Red Devils. Wildman, their president wants her, but so does Stone, and he’ll do whatever it takes to protect her.
Stone - unedited excerpt
The door opened and a group of college aged kids came inside. I glanced at the clock. Yeah, it was about time they started showing up. Things were about to get loud and busy. Rachel should have had time to shower and change by now. I got up and headed back to my room. It didn’t even occur to me to knock when I reached my door. I opened it, pausing in the threshold when my gaze fell on Rachel. She was jumping up and down to get into her skin tight jeans. Her large tits were bouncing, too. Nice. If they’d been naked it would have been fucking nicer.
“Don’t you believe in knocking?” she bitched, zipping up her jeans.
I closed the door with a smile, taking in her shiny complexion, and the soft thickness of her hair. Black hair and green eyes, what a fucking combination. “I don’t knock on my own doors.” She was wearing a black shirt with the shoulders cut out, and it tied at the waist. Sexy as hell but I wanted sexier. She’d need new clothes.
Her gaze focused on the front of my pants. “I see you’ve been relieved.”
“Rita has a tight cunt.” Something flickered in her eyes but it happened so fast that I wasn’t sure if I imagined it. I walked further into the room. “Sit.” I indicated the bed.
She moved hesitantly, like she was nervous of being on the bed with me. Good. I wanted her nervous. No, I wanted her frightened of me. I did bad shit, and though I didn’t want to break her spirit I needed her to listen when I said something. I patted the spot next to me.
“Well,” she slowly began to lower her sweet ass down. “Since Rita has already taken care of you I guess that I have nothing to worry about.”
The second her ass settled on the bed I grabbed hold of her and pushed her down onto the bed, rolling on top of her. She sucked in a breath, her eyes growing round, and her curvy body was straining beneath me.
“Get off me,” she said between her teeth.
Green fire sparkled in her eyes, as she tried to twist free. “You seem to be worried about my needs, and you should be. I’m not an old man, sweetheart. I like sex, and believe it or not, I can get it up more than once an hour.” I was beginning to wonder if she was even listening to me, she was so focused on getting me off her. “I’d stop wiggling if I were you.”
“Then get off me,” she hissed again. She arched her lower body against mine in an obvious attempt to throw me off. Didn’t she know that never worked? Stilling instantly, she glared up at me, breathing hard.
Oh yeah, she definitely knew I was hard as fuck, and that worried her.
“Have I got your attention, now?” She nodded. “Let’s get some shit settled, sweetheart.” Fuck, it was hard to think with my dick nestled nice and snug between her legs. “If I wanted to fuck you, I would.”
“You said you don’t rape women—”
“I don’t. When the time comes you’ll want it as much as I do, I’ll make fucking sure of that.” I watched her mouth tighten, which I took as a challenge to do something about. I leaned in closer and ran my tongue over the tight seam, tasting her angry defiance. “Loosen up, sweetheart. It won’t be that bad.”
Her lips parted on a gasp, and I slipped my tongue inside her warm mouth. She bit down on my tongue sharply, sending a current of quick lightning straight down to my aching dick. I jerked back, and glared down into her eyes for a second. She wanted to play rough? I took her bottom lip between my teeth and tugged on it, ignoring her whimper of pain. Then, because she tasted so warm and sweet, I ground my mouth down on hers.
Fucking hell, I wanted more, and Rachel did, too, because after her initial stiffening she softened beneath me and began to kiss me back. I knew I could easily persuade her into letting me fuck her. I wasn’t vain, but I knew how to please a woman in bed, and something told me that she was fighting herself more than she was fighting me.
I ground my dick into the crevice between her fucking thighs. Her responding moans just revved my engine to full throttle. If we had time I’d strip her bare and make her scream my name. I pulled back reluctantly.
“You’re a fake, sweetheart,” I whispered against her swollen mouth. “I could have you naked and riding my cock in a fucking minute.” She began to shake her head, causing me to smile against her lips. “Yes.”
“No.” Her tone was low and weak.
I laughed out loud. She could say no all she wanted, but her soft, welcoming body was screaming yes. For now, though, I wouldn’t force the issue. I’d let her have her small victory until a better time presented itself. I didn’t want to rush our first time, as thoughts of licking, kissing and nibbling every fucking square inch of her luscious body was worth the wait.
Besides, the club’s needs came before my needs. It always had, and always would.
I pulled back far enough to meet her eyes, which looked cloudy with arousal. “Time to go, sweetheart, you’re going to be working behind the bar. What you don’t know Ty will teach you.” I pushed myself away from her body, and got to my feet. She took my hand and let me pull her off the bed.
“Is that what I’ll be doing while I’m here?”
“Among other things,” I replied, noticing the slight trembling of her bottom lip, which was still swollen from my nibbling. “You’ll do what needs to be done. Right now Ty needs help behind the bar.” I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You ready?”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tory Richards often describes herself as a grandma who likes to read and write smut. Known for her hot erotic romances, she’s also penned erotic paranormals, and contemporary suspense romance. Writing is a hobby for Tory. It thrills her to be able to share her stories, and she loves seeing her characters come to life with each new book cover. Though published with a few epubs like Ellora’s Cave and Liquid Silver Books, she also self-publishes her stories on Smashwords.
Tory began writing short stories on notebook paper when she was only ten. At thirteen she received her first manual typewriter, a few years later an electric one, and not until she was forty-five did she get her first computer. For many years writing was a secret hobby as well as therapy for Tory. She didn’t submit to a publisher until her daughter and niece encouraged her to pursue her dreams.
Originally from Maine, Tory has spent most of her life in Florida. She’s retired from Disney and spends her time between family, friends and writing. Besides writing her likes include: spoiling her grandchildren, any kind of sandwich, sweet iced tea, good coffee, traveling, going to the movies, watching Syfy, taking care of her four cats, and naps.
She loves to hear from readers so you can email her at: [email protected].
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Book list
Wild Marauders MC
Passionate Encounters
Hot Spot
The Mercenary Way
All the Right Moves
The Promise
Out of Control
The Mating Ritual
Touch Me
Scent of a Wolf’s Mate
Bishop’s Angel
Up in Flames
Someone to Love Me
The Cowboy Way
Instant Attraction
Happy Birthday, Baby!
SEAL of Approval
Kiss Me!
Th
e Evans Brothers Trilogy
A Perfect Fit
Wicked Desire
Breathless Surrender
Her Hands-On Man
Talk Dirty to Me
Yield to Me
Nothing but Trouble
Surrender to Desire
Serve and Submit Series (1-5)
Pulled Over
On Fire
Under Cover
Party Time
Lovers
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