CONTROL: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Blackened Souls MC)

by Naomi West

  “What do you really want out of life?” Liona asked after a few moments of silence had passed.

  He shrugged. “Well,” he started, “I got most of what I want already. Not much more I could ask for.”

  “You're happy, then?”

  “Right now?” he asked as he rested his chin on her shoulder. “Yeah, I'd say so. What about you?”

  She considered her words. “I don't really know,” she said finally. “I enjoyed yesterday.”

  “The balls to the wall, insanely crazy, this-is-fucking-awful lunch rush?”

  She nodded and laughed. “Yeah, that. It was intense. Not exactly fun, or anything, but I at least felt accomplished at the end of the shift.”

  He laughed. “Well, maybe when this is all over and done with, we'll see what we can do about getting you on board.”

  She grinned. “I think I'd like that. It'd be a nice change of pace, I suppose.”

  “Here,” he said as he shifted her around a little and pulled her into his lap.

  “What are you doing?” she asked as he swept her hair away from her neck.

  “Nothing,” he said. “Just getting comfortable.” He leaned down and kissed her neck, took a deep sighing breath.

  “Oh,” she moaned a little at the touch of his lips. Her round little behind, now situated in his lap, wiggled a little as she readjusted to the new seating arrangement.

  “Like that?” he asked, chuckling a little.

  “Maybe,” she said, coyly. “We probably shouldn't, though.”

  “Shouldn't what?” he asked and kissed and kissed her neck again, this time higher, closer to her ear.

  “This,” she said. But, he could hear her smiling through her words.

  His hands began to roam, seemingly of their own accord. The day had been warm, so she hadn't worn much more than a light top and tight jeans. He slipped his hand beneath her shirt, ran his palm across her flat midriff. He kissed her neck again, this time more wetly. “This?” he asked.

  “Cutter,” she said, a note of warning in her voice, even as she tilted her head to the side to give him better access. She moaned a little louder than before as his hand rode a little higher beneath her shirt and brushed across her upper stomach. He could feel himself getting excited from all the warmth, and the wiggling, in his lap. Slowly, he was growing in size and beginning to press against her firm backside.

  “We really, really shouldn't,” she said again. “And you shouldn't be doing that either.”

  “This?” he asked as he reached higher beneath her shirt, making it ride up higher around her stomach, and cupped her breast. “Or this?” He ground himself into her backside and kissed her neck again, his tongue trailing over her hot skin.

  “Both,” she moaned, wiggling herself into his crotch and pressing herself into his hand.

  “Guess I'll just stop, then,” he said playfully.

  “Don't you dare,” she replied, her hand reaching down and grabbing the one he'd snuck beneath her top. She held it in place, making sure he couldn't retreat.

  “So many confusing signals,” he chided as his other hand slipped down between her legs and began to rub her mid inner thigh. “A guy just doesn't know what to think anymore.”

  “Just shut up and keep kissing my neck,” she said, moaning again as he slipped a big hand inside her bra and moved the other higher up her thigh. She reached up behind her and wrapped a hand around behind his head. Her fingers stroked his face, entangled themselves in his hair.

  He tweaked her nipple, twisted it lightly between his fingers as she pressed herself into his hand. She pushed herself back into his crotch, grinding herself on his manhood. He'd grown to full size now. “That for me?” she whispered.

  “All for you, babe,” he growled back, pinching her nipple again as he said it. “Here,” he said, gesturing for her to get up.

  They both stood and, quick as lightning, their hands flew to each other. They began to pull off the other's clothes, stripping their bodies bare for all of nature to see. She looked just as beautiful in the warm sunlight, her skin creamy and perfect beneath its rays. Their clothes surrounded them in a scattered, haphazard circle, like a makeshift shrine to the two lovers. His hands ran over her smooth, firm body, kneading her flesh one moment, scratching with blunt nails the next as they kissed in the sunlight. His tongue slipped into her mouth, playfully flicking hers, as she worked her hand between them and found his cock pressed against her belly.

  She wrapped her slender fingers around his shaft and began to stroke, her thumb dipping into his pre-cum and swirling it around the head. Her grip felt amazing. So firm, yet so soft. After so few times together, it was like she knew every inch of his body now. He groaned into her mouth and tightened his grip on her as he bit her lower lip.

  She moaned and began to work her hand faster up and down his shaft. He broke away from the kiss. “Not yet,” he said, panting with desire.

  She grinned a little and released him. Her hand dipped lower and cupped his heavy balls, squeezed him gently. “That better?”

  He groaned. “Know what would be even better?” he asked.

  On cue, she began to slide down his body, her erect nipples brushing down his front. Her lips left a trail of kisses on his abs, all the way down the V they made at the bottom of his belly. Her breath was hot, bathing his cock in its warmth. He ran a hand through her hair, brushing the bangs from her eyes so he could watch as she slowly, deliberately began to slide her lips over him.

  She looked up at him as she took him in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, flicked it on the bottom, and grazed her teeth lightly along on his shaft. He moaned again, his knees weakening as she bobbed her head, as she sucked lightly and swirled her tongue around his member. He tightened his hand in her hair, careful to not take away too much control from her.

  She moaned a little as his fingers wrapped themselves in her locks, pulled him from her mouth and began to slowly, languidly stroke her hand up and down his shaft. She dipped her mouth down the bottom side of him till she reached his heavy balls and began to give him a good tongue-lashing.

  “Goddamn, woman,” he breathed as he felt his balls swelling with a need for release. He could tell he was close already, but he wanted to make this moment last. “Don't make me cum, yet.”

  Grinning, she pulled her lips from their play, and smiled up at him. She beckoned him down to her with a crooked finger. “Well, come down here, then,” she said, sitting back on the blanket with her legs outstretched in front of her.

  He joined her on the blanket, pulling her into him as he braced himself with one hand and ran the other over her body. His hand dipped down below her waist and found the treasure between her legs. She was gushing as he slipped a finger inside her.

  She raised her hips into his hand as she moaned beneath his lips. “Right there,” she groaned, moving herself on his fingers.

  He stroked in and out of her with his fingers, rubbing across her g-spot as his thumb deftly circled her clit. He bit her lower lip again, sucked it into his mouth as she began to shake under his attention.

  “Yeah,” she groaned again, her hips moving faster on his hand, “that's it.” Her whole body shook and rocked, tensed like she was at the end of a live electrical line. “That's it, Cutter,” she nearly yelled.

  He watched as she shook and moaned, and he realized he'd never seen anything more beautiful than those wide-open, pleading, pleasure-filled eyes. She was in ecstasy, and he loved her. There was something about making the woman he loved cum like that, the way her whole body writhed beneath his touch.

  She spread her legs wider for him, kissed him again as she put her hand down below atop his. She lightly stroked her fingers over the back of his hand, then stopped and pulled them away. Her eyes were filled with need, with passion, as she silently told him what she wanted next. Before he could say anything, she reached down between his legs and grabbed his manhood and gently pulled it to her.

  He wrapped his ar
ms around her and slid his body between her legs. He held her up as he guided his cock to her vulva. She lifted her pert ass up off the blanket, giving him a better angle as he began to slide into her. She was like velvet inside. Warm, wet, wanting. She wrapped about him like a tender vice as she slid into her, filling her with his hard flesh. He lowered his lips to hers and they kissed again, their bodies entwined as they moved against one another beneath the spring afternoon's sun.

  Liona met each of his thrusts with one of her own, groaning as he went deeper and deeper with each stroke. She scratched her nails up and down his back, shaking and panting as he filled and emptied her in rapid pulses. Her nails were like fire as they gently tore at his skin. He didn't care, all he wanted was to feel like this forever, to feel like they were this close. His whole world seemed to disappear as they made love, as the pleasure overrode all sense of time and place.

  She wrapped a leg around his waist, pulled him in deeper. She moaned loudly into his mouth as he fucked her faster. “Desmond,” she groaned, “I'm so close.”

  He grabbed hold of her ass with one hand, nearly smacking it, as he pulled her more roughly onto him. She cried out as he continued to fill her, begging him for more. She tightened around him again, her limbs like steel beams as they clung to him. She cried out, her whole body arching in ecstasy on the blanket.

  Cutter crushed her lips one more time as he, too, felt his pleasure build. He drove into her, holding himself as deep as he could, and moaned as he exploded. It was like he was truly alive for the first time ever, and a white heat filled him as he began to unload inside of her. They kissed again, their lips smacking wetly, as they both shook in rapture under the spring sun.

  Spent, they collapsed onto the blanket, a mass of tangled limbs and limp muscles. He rolled off of her, tried desperately to catch his breath. Sweat covered his body, despite the cool breeze caressing his damp body. “Good?” he gasped.

  “Amazing,” she breathed.

  He rolled over and propped himself up one arm, still winded, and ran a hand over her naked body. He idly pulled at a nipple, and she ineffectually slapped at his hand in protest. Smiling, he leaned down and kissed her. She felt sacred under his touch, like something eternal and everlasting. No matter what happened later that day, he wanted to remember this moment, beneath the sun.

  She smiled up at him as she ran her hands over his chest, over the scars and tattoos that covered him. “Someday,” she whispered as she first touched one scar, then the next. “I want to know what all of these are from.” That day would have to wait.

  Off to the west, though, they heard a twig snap and break. “Hey,” called a voice, “what y'all doing on my land?”

  Liona's eyes went wide. “Oh shit!” she squealed.

  Chapter 31

  Liona

  Giggling like school kids, the pair ran back down the path through the woods. The angry-sounding farmer from the edge of the trees had appeared just as they'd finished pulling their socks and shoes back on, and he'd shaken a fist at them as they went running back down the hill. They'd abandoned their remaining food and Cutter's tattered old blanket in favor of getting away.

  Now they ran carefully back through the trees with one eye on the forest floor and another on their destination. “Come on,” Cutter called, “he's gonna catch us!”

  She glanced back over her shoulder, eyes wide, but the farmer had long since given up his pursuit.

  “Oh, shut up!” she huffed back at him between gasping breaths.

  Up ahead of her, he laughed loudly at her having taken the bait. A few minutes later, the two of them were bent over, panting and wheezing for breath like they'd just run a marathon. Both were red-faced from the exertion. “You need to get out more,” he choked out, grinning.

  “You're just as out of breath as me,” she replied, slapping him playfully.

  Together, they hopped on the back of his chopper and tore off down the back road. Liona wrapped her arms around Cutter's waist and pulled herself close as he revved the engine, really letting it rip and roar, as they whipped off down the broken asphalt with a whooping yell from them both. The wind rushed past them, tearing at their clothes as they raced back down the roads, laughing the whole way. A little while later, they pulled up in the empty clubhouse parking lot and Cutter parked the bike near the metal building. Cutter checked the time as they hopped down off his hog. He muttered something, a half-formed thought.

  “What's up?” she asked.

  “Almost two o'clock, that's all.”

  “Have somewhere important to be?” she asked as she slid her hands around his waist, beneath his patched vest.

  “Actually,” he said as he leaned down to kiss her, “I do.”

  “Oh?” she asked after his lips brushed hers. “Who ya meeting? Another lover?” she asked, giggling a little at the implication.

  “Not quite,” he said with a laugh as he shook his head.

  “Well, can I come along for the ride? I love being on the back of your bike.”

  He bit his lip and shook his head again. “No,” he said, “not to this meeting.”

  Liona laughed again, thinking it was another bad joke but she realized as she looked into his eyes there wasn’t anything humorous about it. “Oh. You're serious, aren't you?”

  “Yeah,” he growled. “Sorry, but you can't come along.”

  “Well, who is it, then? That you can't bring me along?”

  He glanced away with a sigh. “Look, I don't think you really need to know.” There was something about the way he said it, the way he seemed almost ashamed of what he was doing.

  “No,” she said. She snatched her wrist out of reach as he went to grab her hand, to presumably pull her toward the clubhouse. “I think I absolutely need to fucking know what's going on. And I need to know right now.”

  “Let's just talk about this inside,” he said.

  “Why?”

  “Why?” he asked, frustrated. “Because I need Smalls and Squirrel to watch you while I'm gone.”

  Then, somehow, it all clicked in her head. What he wanted to do, where he was going, why she needed to be watched by the two remaining Vanguard. How she knew, she couldn’t say – only that there was only one obvious conclusion to be drawn. “You're going to meet him, aren't you?” she nearly hissed. “You're going to meet with that fucker Wyland!”

  He sighed. “Babe,” he said, “I really need you to listen to me on this. I have to meet someone, and I've gotta be there in about thirty minutes. Okay?”

  She crossed her arms and put her foot down, feeling a little like a petulant child as she stamped in the dusty parking lot. “You tell me what's going on right now, Desmond Hawes. Or, so help me God, this is over.”

  He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it, then closed it again. Like a poor fish out of water. Which, Liona supposed, he was. From the way he'd described his life, he'd steered clear of romantic attachments. Cutter had wanted a life that was beholden to no one, man or woman.

  “He offered me a deal, to testify against another gang in court, but I've got a plan to flip it back on him,” he said. “Even our lawyer thinks it'll work, if we can get some hard evidence.”

  “So, that's why the guys are coming home?”

  “That's right,” he said, nodding. “Because I agreed to meet with him.”

  “He's going to fuck you over,” she said. “You know that, right? Wyland gets his shits and giggles from jerking people around.”

  He nodded. “I know. But, this is the best plan we have, Liona.”

  “I don't like it.”

  “I don't like it either,” he reminded her. “But, ain't no one else coming up with a better, foolproof plan that I've heard.”

  She looked down at her shoes, scuffed them against the gravel lot. She took a deep breath and looked up at the pale blue sky, at the vault of heaven that stretched from horizon to horizon. “I want to go with you,” she said, finally.

  “No,” he said. His voice was flat, firm. “
That right there, that would be playing right into his fucking hands. I need you here, safe, in case this is some kind of switcheroo-fuck-you that he's trying to pull. If something happens to me, I want to know you're safe where he can't touch you.”

  “Cutter,” she said, a little frustrated that it was perfectly fine for him to put himself in harm's way, but it was somehow anathema for her to do the same, “you can't just expect me to stay here safe. I got you into this problem, I want to go with you.”

  “You didn't get me into this problem,” he said as he got up off his bike. He came over and pulled her into his arms. “I did.”

  She looked to the side, out to the nearly deserted road that led up to the Vanguard clubhouse. “It's my fault he got away with breaking your leg in the first place,” she whispered.