by Amber Burns
I leaned down to drag my tongue over her, from the bottom up so I could swirl my tongue against the little bead of nerves at the top of her sex. I heard a sharp intake of breath, and I started lashing my tongue against it, her hips bucked up against my mouth. Clue enough that she liked it. I sucked the little bit of skin in, and I heard the first moan, it came out breathless, and I looked up to see her watching me pensively. I slid a finger into her damp opening, and her muscles immediately clenched around me. I curled my finger upward, and her head fell back onto the bed. I worked her until her moans rose in volume, I inserted another finger and curled them both up until her hips started rolling against my face. I knew she was close when her fingers dived into my hair and she pressed my face into her pussy.
“Don’t stop,” it came out like a plea, and it quickly turned into a chant.
I reached up with my free hand to toy with her breasts. I watched as her back arched, her breath caught, and I felt her seize around my fingers before she started to gush around them. I released her clit and scraped my teeth against her hipbone, she was laid out across the end of my bed, and I had to think which way I wanted her most. She looked like she was still recovering from that orgasm when I decided I’d roll her over. I shucked my jeans and edged up onto the bed on my knees, I pulled her ass up into the air and pressed her back down, so it was up at an angle.
Without further warning, I pressed into her sweet heat. She moaned, and I saw her hands clench at the bedsheets. I didn’t give her opportunity to adjust to it, I thrust into to the hilt then started a hard and heavy rhythm. The angle must have been good because she was louder this time. Her hips worked back against mine in time with the pace I had set. She arched her back further. It wasn’t long before I heard her begging me to not stop already after she had one orgasm she was close to another. She was so responsive and seemed to react to every thrust I made. The muscles that gripped me tightened then began pulse, and she let out a long moan, I wasn’t done. I didn’t want to cum, yet.
When I pulled out, she uttered her first protest, “Not yet!”
I rolled her over and speared her tight cunt again.
“Not yet,” I growled back at her and kissed her.
I wanted to be face to face with her when I came. It didn’t take me long to work her back into a frenzy, her legs went around my hips and latched on as if she would be able to keep me from pulling out again.
“You like this?” She nodded, but that wasn’t enough for me. “Say it,” I demanded against her lips, I needed to hear that she liked me fucking her.
“Yes,” she gritted out holding onto me. “Don’t stop,” her breath was hitching, and she was throwing her hips against mine.
She bared her teeth at me as she worked on getting over the crest of another orgasm. She squeezed me tightly before releasing a strangled cry, clinging to me and digging her nails into my shoulders. It took everything in me not to bust in her there, I was so close that I began to tremble as I tried to stay together.
“You’re supposed to scream my name,” I informed her with a grunt.
“I didn’t know,” her voice was breathy. “Pretty sure I screamed.”
I worked in a slow, shallow pace, struggling to maintain some control.
“Wasn’t my name,” I informed her.
“I can’t feel my toes, and I can barely feel my fingers,” she huffed. “Are you really going to keep going until I do scream your name?”
“Considering it.”
She rotated her hips against mine, and her inner muscles squeezed me until I groaned.
“Can you last that long?”
“Fuck,” I growled at her.
I probably couldn’t. My cock was throbbing, and my balls felt tight; I was ready to explode. I pressed my brow to hers.
“Just means you’ll have to do it next time.”
“There gonna be a next time?” her brows were up, and this question was loaded, I knew it.
I couldn’t keep from falling for it, though, because I wanted a next time; even while I was still in the middle of fucking her. I wasn’t ready to shrug this girl off, not when she fit me so good and she made my chest tight.
“Yea,” I gulped for breath and swallowed hard, the trembling was getting harder to ignore. “Yea, gonna have to have a next time.”
She arched her back and shifted her hips, so I went in deeper, “Next time I’ll scream it. You want me to scream Jeremiah?”
I wanted to shake my head, but I ended up just burying my face against her neck. I couldn’t talk, it was too much all that I could do was let out guttural sounds the couldn’t be taken as a confirmation or not. Fuck me, it was too good. I erupted in her because I couldn’t hold it back anymore and her sweet cunt just milked me for all I was worth. I was still trembling on the high of that exertion when I felt her hands combing through my hair, running down my neck and shoulders.
“You’re so good, Jeremiah,” she murmured against my ear. “You fucked me so good, and I can’t wait for you to do it again.”
I groaned, no one got to call me by my given name. I didn’t like it. I preferred going by my last name. But hearing her voice whispering it was enough to make me not care. I wanted to hear her cry out Jeremiah while I fucked her again.
I already knew this time wasn’t enough. Next time probably wouldn’t be enough either. I had her scent in my nose, and the flavor of her sex was still on my tongue. I wanted her to stay with me. I wanted to stay in her.
What if I couldn’t get enough of her?
11
I was a light sleeper. Every move she made in bed I was aware of. It wasn't enough to actually wake me until I felt her pull away. I made a noise of protest, I had been comfortable with her weight against my side. She got up, and I figured she was going to the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush, and I waited for her to come back. I wanted to go back to sleep with her against me. When it was more than enough time for her to cuddle back up with me, but she hadn't, I sat up.
“Where you going?”
She was already fully fucking dressed.
“I have some errands to run before my shift.”
She sat down to put her shoes on and as soon as she had them on, she was up again. I don't know what possessed me, I sure as hell didn't intend to grab her. But, I caught her wrist before she got too far from me. She looked at me, surprised.
“What?”
“How old are you?” Because looking at her I really didn't know. She could have been thirty, she could've been twenty-five.
“Are we going to do this?”
I didn't answer. Instead I just raised an eyebrow. She sighed and sat back down on the bed beside me.
“Twenty-eight,” she purses her lips as she eyed me. About right in the middle, not a bad guess. “And you?”
“You had my license before, you didn't bother looking?”
“It's been a busy week,” she thumped my chest with her fingers. “Well?”
I couldn’t help but be amused by her.
“Thirty-four.” Against my better judgment, I brought her hand to my mouth and kissed her palm. “Last name?”
“Yates,” she tilted her head at me as I started to kiss my way down to her wrist. “Anything else you want to know?”
I hummed as I considered it, then I decided to bite the bullet. To ask the question I wanted to know the answer to, but was afraid of the answer.
“Boyfriend?”
“Are you asking to be it or are you asking if I have one?” She twisted to look at me, not taking her hand from me. “You were taking care of a dry spell for me, so no… I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“I’m not really boyfriend material,” I admitted.
“I had a feeling you would say something like that,” her lips twisted up and I thought for a second she was going to pull away from me. I tightened my hold on her hand, not ready to relinquish it yet. “What is this then? We just going to screw around?”
“Gotta problem with that?”
“No,” her eyes narrowed. “But is it exclusive screwing around?”
I met her narrowed gaze, and the first thought that occurred to me was that she would be with another man. Jealousy would have me seeing red, I narrowed my eyes at her in response, and it was as if she could read my expression.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” her lips pulled up into a smirk. “What you need to do is decide what you want from me. If this is just sex, fine. However, if I get a better offer don’t get your feelings hurt when I go with that,” she pulled her hand out of my grasp.
“Do you have other men flirting with you?” I would beat all their asses if I had to. I didn’t even question my need to stake my claim on her, but it was there burning in my gut.
“No,” if anything her smirk widened. She walked to the door of my bedroom, still looking at me. “But I get the feeling if any guy does that they’ll be in trouble.” I sat up, contemplating going to her and dragging her ass back to bed. Sending her to work thoroughly fucked was as good as putting my mark on her, wasn’t it? “Decide what you want,” she interrupted my thoughts. “If you want this to be exclusive then it needs to be worth my while. Good sex can only get you so far.”
“Just good?” I started to get up, not bothering to cover myself. “Talking like that sounds like a challenge.”
Her gaze went south, and I could see a flush spreading from her cheeks, going down her neck.
“A challenge for next time. I have some things to do. But, honestly. If that’s all this is,” she shrugged her shoulders. “That’s not going to be enough for me, great sex won’t get us very far for very long.”
My eyebrows furrowed as I studied her, trying to figure this out. I wanted her, why wasn’t that enough? “Why beat around the bush? What do you want?”
“The same thing everyone wants,” she shrugged at me again like it should be obvious. “To be loved.”
She walked out of my bedroom, and I heard her clear the living room, getting out the door before I could even process what she said.
She wants me to love her? We hardly knew each other.
I sat back down on my bed and brushed my fingers through my hair as I considered her request. For as old as I was and all the shit I hacked through to get here I didn’t think I could manage it. I didn’t know what love was. I knew women were nothing, but fucking trouble. I was better off cutting my losses and carrying on without her. But could I do that?
I flopped back on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Her scent seemed to invade my senses unwarranted, along with the stink of sex. Even now, with only a few hours of napping with her, my cock was hardening at the prospect of being with her again. I was fucked. She was going to set up camp in my head, and there was shit I could do about it. Fucking her again hadn’t helped this time, it probably wouldn’t help me in the future.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do?” I asked the empty room, as if voicing the thought would give me an answer. It just bounced around the emptiness, I wasn’t going to get any help by myself. My only hope was that I would be able to find someone that could understand this bullshit.
12
It was a bit after eight when I rolled into the clubhouse on my motorcycle. Van Cleave was just outside the door smoking and looking like he wasn't waiting for me. I took off my helmet and adjusted my cut, it has some holes in the right side that needed mending I just hadn't gotten around to it yet. I walked up to the door and lingered.
“Going for a ride tonight?”
“Yep,” he fiddled with the cigarette, sending ashes flying. He was trying to put his game face on because we were likely to run into trouble. “Already hollered at Suzy, she said she’d have some special brownies for us when we got there.”
“All yours man,” I assured him. Messing with drugs just wasn't my thing.
He rolled his shoulders and nodded, “Got your head in the game?”
“You getting serious?” I rubbed the back of my neck as my head went back to what I did with Dylan that afternoon.
“Gotta, I'm expecting trouble. You should, too. You got your piece loaded and ready?” He took a look at me then tugged his glasses off as if he didn’t get a good enough look at me. “Uh oh,” he stepped away and started eyeing me. I suddenly felt self-conscious under his scrutiny.
Was I that obvious? How could he see through me?
“You do not have your head in the game. Do you?”
“How the fuck can you tell?” I couldn’t argue because he was right.
“Christ, man,” he came close to me, and his voice lowered. “Do you still have this bitch in your head?”
“How the fuck can you tell?” I demanded, glaring at him now.
He drug his hand over his face then huffed out a sigh, “You’re walking up here with your fucking heart on your sleeve, man. You’re not even you. You’re so off version of you.” He shook his head as he eyed me. “What happened? Did the bitch shoot you down?”
“No,” I was curt.
“Then, what’s the problem?”
I didn’t want to talk about this not right now.
“How do you expect me to get my head in the game if you’re going to ask what my problem is? Can’t it just be my business, like it is?”
“Fine,” he threw up his hands in defeat and turned to go into the clubhouse. “Just make sure whatever has your head fucked up doesn’t affect us tonight. Make sure your head is in the game because it’s probably not going to be a nice easy ride.” He turned back like he couldn’t make up his mind as to whether he wanted to go in or not. “Suzy and Tony had a run in with one of them, in town out by their farm. They tried to pick her up. Lil’ ole Suze. It rubbed her the wrong way, and when Tony spoke up, they acted like they were gonna swat him down. Now,” he cleared his throat. “When another man hits on my lady, he’s asking for trouble. And you know how Tony is. He’s about as bad as Wilson.”
“That just tells me we need to get our route back,” I chirped back.
While I didn’t have a soft spot for our growers like Van Cleave did, I could see the trouble he was implying was waiting for us. The club wasn’t like ours, they weren’t raised on respect and didn’t follow the same code as we did. Sounded like trouble was definitely going to be headed our way.
“Let’s go suit up then,” I said as I moved toward the door. “We can pay Suzy and Tony a visit while we’re out that way.”
He nodded, and we both went inside, though we didn’t linger in the main bar part of the clubhouse. There were a few of the guys there to unwind, but it wasn’t a concern. We ventured into the office where Tillman and Wilson were waiting. There were already two vests out on the desk as well as a bit of heavier artillery.
“About damn time you got here,” Wilson was checking out a nine millimeter, having taken it apart and in the middle of cleaning it. “You’re cutting it close if you’re wanting to hit the route before dark.”
“I thought dusk could probably work in our favor,” I shrugged out of my cut then went ahead and pulled my t-shirt off, too. “I thought we would just hazard with a couple of vests, you have all this weaponry out like you’re expecting a war.”
“He talk to you?” Tillman asked from his seat in front of the desk. “Because what he said to me seemed like reason enough to be extra cautious. Anyone wants to fuck with Suzy and Tony they might as well be fucking with us.”
“He mentioned it,” I said as I picked up an armored vest. “But, isn’t going in guns blazing going to bring us more unwanted attention. This could start a war, is that something we can handle?”
“We’re familiar with war,” Wilson said as he carefully and expertly put the gun back together. “If you think about it, you’ll realize how stupid that comment is.”
“War at home is different than war in the sandbox or in the jungle,” I said without missing a beat. “These are people that speak our language and can find us a whole lot easier than any asshole from the desert can. Are you going to be okay with these assholes comi
ng to knock on our door?”
Wilson stood and met my gaze with a frown, “We protect our own. As far as I’m concerned Tony and Suzy are ours. Now, are you going to do your job or not?”
“Consider it done,” I said as I started to strap on the vest. “I only asked to make sure you’re prepared for the heat this is going to bring us.”
