Bolt (Storm Runner's MC 1)

by Lauren Devane

  As they drove through the parking area, she saw what she’d missed on the way in. Her car, destroyed, with a blonde stick figure painted on the hood. Her eyes were X’s, but that wasn’t the worst part. Her head wasn’t even attached to her body.

  The pleasure she’d had against the cool stone wall seemed like distant memory when Jack cursed and peeled out, heading north toward the highway.

  Thunder was a classier bar than she’d expected, all chrome and steel with black leather accents. It wasn’t open yet, but Jack used a key and entered, calling for someone named Tom. A slim man with dark hair and hooded eyes appeared on the catwalk above the bar.

  “Hey man,” he said, grinning down at Jack and Anna. “You take this girl out carving and now she wants to meet a man who really knows how it’s done?”

  Jack laughed. “The day you carve better than me is the day I’m a stain on the pavement. This is Anna. Can she stay in one of the spare rooms for a few days?”

  Tom’s face grew serious, and he studied Anna. “Sure man. Anna, why don’t you grab a drink and go check out the second room on the right up on the third floor. I’ll come and check on you in a little bit.”

  She nodded and left, not stopping for a drink. Before she’d gotten out of earshot, she heard Jack explaining what had happened to a serious Tom, who asked what they were going to do.

  She was sleeping when Jack came through the door later that night.

  “Sorry I made you wait so long.” He sat down on the edge of the bed and started unlacing his boots. “I had to talk to some of the other members. I was hoping to get you a car today, but that’s out the window. I didn’t think about Anthony having your damn purse.”

  Anna cringed. With her purse, he’d have access to her mobile phone, credit cards and ID. Even if she cut out for Maine, there was no guarantee that they wouldn’t try to tie up loose ends later and take care of her. “What am I going to do?”

  He put an arm around her. “Don’t worry. We’re going to talk to them. Tom already spoke to Ace—he’s our president—and he set up a meeting to negotiate. Next week, everything will be better.”

  “I need to get some clothes if I’m going to go to a meeting,” she said, shaking. “I don’t even have panties.”

  “You’re not going.” His words were final. She knew there was no arguing with him, so she didn’t bother trying. She never wanted to look into the shark-flat eyes of the monster in the diner again, anyway.

  “Thank you for doing this,” she said, kissing Jack’s cheek. “It means a lot to me.”

  “I want you safe,” he said.

  “I just want you.” She put a hand on each of his cheeks and forced him to look at her. “We never finished what we started earlier. I’d like to finish now.” Before he could say anything, she straddled him and started pulling his shirt out of his waistband, wanting to touch the warm skin underneath.

  He sat back and let her remove it, let her stroke the muscles of his chest that leapt reflexively at her touch. She scratched her nails down his pecs, tracing his tattoo and then exclaiming when she saw the one that covered most of his arm for the first time. She pulled back to look at it more closely, but he grabbed her by the shoulders.

  “There’s time enough to look later,” he said. “I want you to touch me.”

  Something in her chest squeezed as she looked at his face, his intense eyes locked on her. He was real and strong and kind. And right now, all hers.

  She grinned and unsnapped the button on his fly, teasing her finger under it. He growled and moved to seize her, but she moved back and slipped to her knees on the floor. She licked the ridged muscles of his torso, traced the trail of hair below his navel to his pants, which she unzipped. Once they were loose, she pulled them and his briefs down so that his erection was bared to her.

  “Yes,” she said. “Your cock is gorgeous.” It was long, thick and already hard, the tip flexing as her hand neared it. A drop of precum appeared on it, and she ran her finger through it, then used the moisture to coat the head of his penis, making his hips tighten with the effort it took not to thrust at her.

  “Touch me,” Jack growled. Anna fisted her hand around the hard shaft and moved it up and down experimentally. He was fucking gorgeous like this, head thrown back, muscles tense. She wanted to eat him up.

  She leaned down and took the hard head of his erection between her wet lips, letting them slide over the taut skin. He was hot in her mouth, heavy against her tongue and she took as much of him as she could into her mouth before she began to work him with her fist. The bottom of his shaft was stroked in her hand; the top part was enveloped in her mouth.

  He tasted so good that she moaned around him, felt the vein that ran the length of his erection pulse in response. She moaned again and he lightly thrust into her mouth. Anna used her fist and mouth in tandem to stroke and cover his shaft. His head pulsed, and she took a deep breath to prepare for him to orgasm.

  When he came, the sounds he made, the way his face tightened, made her instantly wet. She swallowed him down and kept lapping at the opening of his cock, licking away the cum that dribbled out and onto his head.

  Once his breathing had settled, she leaned against his legs. “Thank you. That was fun.”

  “Don’t thank me yet,” he said in a raspy voice.

  “Why?” It was all she could get out before he seized her and threw her on the bed, spreading her legs roughly with his hands, exposing her bare pussy under the t-shirt she’d worn to take a nap.

  “Turnabout is fair play,” he said. “You make me crazy? I make you crazy.” His tongue made contact with her sopping pussy and she came up off the bed on a yell. “Stay down.” Jack spoke against her skin, sending little bursts of air over her swollen flesh.

  While he licked long, wide strokes up her pussy, he reached up to take her hands and set them on her breasts. “Pinch your nipples,” he said, moving his eyes to meet her’s. “I want to see you.”

  She pinched her pink nipples between her fingers, rolling them in a way that made her moan and grind herself on his face. He fucked her with his tongue, exposed her clit and ran a finger lightly over it so that she shuddered. When her body had tightened like a spring and she was close, he switched so that he could tongue her clit and work his fingers into her sopping pussy.

  “I love your fucking pussy, Anna.” His voice was thick against her. “I love the way it clenches around my fingers. I love the way it tastes. You’re so fucking hot.”

  The rough words, the weight of his tongue on her clit and her own fingers snapped hard on her nipples pushed her over the edge. He used a hand to hold her hips down so that he could keep licking at her clit while she came, sending sparks up behind her eyes when another, longer orgasm ripped through her unexpectedly.

  He moved up to hold her when she was weak and pliant, and then they both fell asleep on the soft mattress.

  Jack spent the next few days with his friends, coming in late and falling into a restless, exhausted sleep besides her. The hours moved quickly and suddenly it was the day of the negotiation. Before the men left for the meeting, Jack told her to get ready because he was taking her to the store. She climbed eagerly on the back of his cycle, excited to be wrapped up close to him and feel the wind in her hair again.

  In so few days, she’d begun to feel something for the taciturn man, with his dreamer’s eyes and luscious mouth. The night when he’d sucked on her clit and she’d come apart against his tongue, she imagined a future where she spent every night shattering under his touch or riding the wave of power that came with leading such a strong man to orgasm. Spending time alone during the day, unable to go out for fear of the thugs, she’d explored the feelings that deepened with every touch, every conversation.

  He revved the engine and she shuttered against him, immediately aroused. He turned to grin at her. “Hold tight, baby.” She wrapped her arms around him, pressed her full breasts against his back and got ready to enj
oy the ride.

  When they pulled back into the lot, he set down the kickstand and helped her off. Looking at the other bikes parked in the lot, he pushed back her hair and took her face in her hands. “This should be fine. It’s just a bunch of guys talking. But if it isn’t—if I’m not back tomorrow morning—I want you to take Tom’s car and get out of here. Go west. Don’t go home.”

  “Why would a talk end that badly?” For the first time since Jack pulled her onto his bike, she felt real panic stir in her throat.

  “It won’t,” he insisted, kissing her forehead. “I just believe in contingencies.” They walked into the building and he introduced her to some of the members of Storm Runners that she hadn’t met yet. Ace, Tom, Wilder, Crash and Breaker all shook her hand and greeted her. They were a rough, handsome bunch of men who towered over her. But she still felt safe.

  “Thank you for talking to these men for me,” she said. “I’m sure the police will catch them eventually, but it’ll be nice to feel safe until they do.” She saw Breaker turn his head swiftly to Jack, who shook his head in the negative.

  All the men bid her goodbye and walked out the front door, leaving her to make a drink and go up to her room to wait. Maybe she was just worried and letting the situation get to her, but as they’d walked out, they’d looked like heroes.

  Hours later, night he came in smelling like copper and sweat. “I’ll be out in a minute, baby,” Jack said. “I need a shower.”

  She waited on the bed, staring at the bathroom door. Her spirit felt lighter, knowing that he was okay.

  “They’re gone,” he said.

  “What about the negotiation?”

  “There was no negotiation.” Jack poured himself a finger of bourbon, took a long swallow. “If we’d negotiated over you, someone would have taken you eventually. I couldn’t let that happen.”

  “What did you do?”

  “We took care of them. They were bad men, Anna. Your friends weren’t the first innocent people they’d killed and I doubt they’d have been the last. They deserved what they got.” His face was tense, his body coiled, and she knew he was waiting for her to leave.

  Once upon a time she’d have been out the door, gone, as soon as he’d admitted to killing someone, even if it was for her. But her life had changed in only a few days and things weren’t as black and white as they’d once been. She agreed with Jack. Those men deserved whatever fate befell them.

  “Come to bed,” she said, taking his hand in hers. “I need you in me tonight.”

  He opened his eyes, looked at her, then smiled.

  He pushed her back against the soft sheets and then reclined next to her, leaning over her on an elbow, staring at her face.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said. “Your eyes haunted me when I went in to get coffee a few weeks ago.”

  She smiled. “I wondered if you were ever going to tell me that.” His lips quirked and then he leaned forward and kissed her, his tongue sliding between the seam of her lips to dance with her own. He tasted like mint against her, sharp and sweet. Their first two encounters had been so erotic, but so rushed and she wanted him slow tonight. Hard in her, but soft on her.

  When she pulled away from his lips, he moved to kiss her torso right above the navel, pushing up her t-shirt as he went. The wet spots he left behind were cool on her overheated skin. He moved over her. The hair of his legs brushed against the soft skin of hers and she lost herself in the sensation of his body, the gathered strength in his arms, the rough glide of his palms over her.

  When her breasts were bare to him, he took a deep breath and just stared. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. “I’d do anything for you, to be with you like this.” He took a breast in each hand and felt the weight and shape of them, then slid his hands down to cup them and offered one to his mouth.

  His lips took the bud into the wet heat of his mouth and he sucked slowly, running his tongue around it. She arched her back, offering him everything. Anything.

  He moved to the other breast, gave it the same pleasure he’d given the first one. Her center was growing warmer, melting in the heat of his embrace. His tongue worked over her skin, every second of contact making her wilder to have him inside her.

  She moved so that her legs were between his and arched up against him, rolling her pussy against his jeans. The heat from her body must have reached him, because he growled and lowered himself to grind against her. The friction of his pants made her shake, and she spread her legs wider, pulling back her knees to give him more room.

  “Lose the pants,” she said, panting, wanting him skin to skin with her.

  He was up in a flash, pulling off the jeans he’d put on after the shower before returning to her and settling between her legs. He took his cock in his hand and pressed the head against her clit. The heated contact made her cry out.

  “You like that?” He ran his erection up and down her cleft, spreading her wetness over her sensitive skin. “What about this?”

  “Yes, Jack. Please.” She fisted her hands in the sheets. “Please.”

  “Not yet,” he laughed. “I’m going to fill your pussy when I’m ready.” He returned his head to her breasts and rasped his tongue over her nipples while he slowly stroked her center with his hard erection. She knew he was covered in her arousal, she could feel it dripping out of her faster as he licked her harder, took her ass in his hands to press her flush against his cock.

  When she was ready to beg, he changed the angle of his hands and without warning drove into her body. Anna almost wept with gratitude when his big cock bottomed out in her, stretching her around it. He didn’t wait for her to adjust, but he didn’t have to—she was so wet and slick and hot. She could feel herself around him, clenching him as he moved deeply into her, then pulled almost all the way out. Back in. Out again.

  He set a punishing rhythm and Anna matched him stroke for stroke, reaching out to run her nails over his chest, pushing her hips up to meet his thrusts. When she rolled her torso so that he entered at a different angle, he groaned and started moving faster.

  “Touch your clit,” he growled, kissing her almost before the words were out.

  She reached down and circled the hard nub, close to overwhelmed. His mouth was hard and his cock was making her come, driving her closer—crazy, hot, shattering.

  She pinched her clit and fell over the edge. The ripples of her muscles around his cock must have been too much for him, because he drove deeply into her one more time and then came, exploding inside her.

  The next morning he came in with coffee and toast from the kitchen. “We can go get something to eat if you want.”

  “That’s right,” she marveled. “I’m free to come and go as I please again. I need to get to my apartment, get some of my things.” She looked out the window and smiled at the sunny street, at the day full of possibilities.

  “Where do you want to go?” Jack studied her face, waiting to see whether she’d leave his life as quickly as she’d entered.

  “Nowhere,” she said, sitting back down on the bed. “I just want to be here with you.” He smiled and leaned down to take her mouth in a passionate kiss.

  About the Author

  Lauren Devane lives in the US with her husband. You can reach her at writinglaurendevane@gmail.com. She also blogs at http://writinglaurendevane.wordpress.com.

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  Other Books by Lauren Devane

  Exposed (A Curvy, BBW, Romantic Erotica)

  Exposed 2: On Vacation (A Curvy, BBW, Romantic Erotica)

  Exposed 3: At Work (A Curvy, BBW, Romantic Erotica)

  Exposed 4: To Another (A Curvy, BBW, MFM Romantic Erotica)

  Sleeping Sexy (Erotic Fairy Tales)

  Seized by the Billionaire

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  Lauren Devane, Bolt (Storm Runner's MC 1)