by Lane Hart
The tidy girly room, of course, reminds me of when I was in so much pain I thought I was going to die. I never thought I would be in this room again with Joanna, at least not unless I was shot again.
“Let’s get you out of these wet clothes,” Joanna says as she pushes my leather cut down my arms and off before helping me get my t-shirt over my head. After I toss the shirt on the floor, I notice Joanna’s eyes and hands are on my chest, her fingertips rubbing in soft circles as she stares at me. I remember her doing the same while I was in and out of sleep that week I was hurt. Her touch is so soothing, like she could’ve healed me with her hands alone.
I let her keep at it until her fingers lower to undo my belt and the front of my jeans. Then she pushes them down my legs as she sinks to her knees. Seeing her in that position, fuck, I know I won’t last even a second in her mouth, so I pull her up.
“What…” she starts to say, but then I untie her robe and pull it apart to find a short, white satin gown underneath. The thin material can’t hide how amazing her tits look; nipples so hard it looks like they hurt. I drop to my knees to cover one of them with my mouth, making Joanna cry out above me. My legs are sort of trapped in my pants around my ankles thanks to my boots, but I don’t give a shit right now.
“God, Phillip,” she says softly. Her fingers thread through my hair, pressing me to her body and not away as I flick my tongue over one nipple and then the other. Then it’s Joanna who is getting out of her robe like it’s on fire to lift the satin over her head so that she’s standing naked in front of me in nothing but a pair of matching white satin panties. I give those sexy panties the same treatment as her gown, covering her mound with my mouth through the material.
“Oh my God, please!” Joanna moans, her fingers tightening on my hair. She doesn’t take off the panties, so I don’t either, enjoying teasing her pussy with my tongue through them until Joanna’s hands let go of my hair to slap against the mattress behind her for balance as her legs give out. I lift her by her thighs to help her sit down. Then, I hook my fingers in either side of the elastic waistband to slowly pull them down her legs and off.
I run my palms up both of her smooth legs, then spread them wide so I can fit my shoulders between them. Leaning forward, I run my tongue up her slit, making her squirm and try to close her legs. I dig my fingers into her thighs tighter to hold them where I want them while licking every inch of her.
“Oh! Please! Oh God!” Joanna moans and writhes before she finally lays back on her bed.
Her hips try to bounce all over the place, but I keep holding her still, flicking my tongue over her clit until she’s thrusting her body toward my mouth faster and faster. It doesn’t take long for her back to arch. She screams wordlessly to the ceiling while her body jerks uncontrollably. I keep her pleasure going for as long as I can, watching her, tasting her, so fucking hard I may come from eating her pussy.
But then Joanna is urging me up off the floor. I get to my feet and quickly yank my boots off so I can remove my pants and boxer briefs. Then, when I’m finally naked, I stand between her legs. Taking myself in my hand, I rub the head of my cock through her soaking wet folds making her squirm further back on the bed, so I have to chase her.
“I need you, Phillip,” Joanna says breathlessly.
I’m nearly lost to the lust as I look down at her beautiful sexy body laid out ready and waiting for me. But I do remember to grab a condom from my discarded jeans and roll it on before I crawl up the bed.
When I’m holding myself up above Joanna, her legs spread for me to fit between them, I hesitate before I kiss her since some women don’t like that after oral. I should’ve known that Joanna wouldn’t care when she grabs the back of my head to pull my mouth down to hers. I go eagerly, kissing her with a frantic tongue while my cock pushes against her entrance. I need to know how tight she is first before I slam inside, so I slip my hand between our bodies to ease my middle finger inside of her.
Joanna gasps into my mouth as I thrust the digit in and out of her a few times before adding a second finger.
“Mmm,” she says before breaking our kiss. Reaching down herself, she fists my cock and says, “You. I want all of you.”
I remove my fingers so she can guide me inside her heaven. Fuck, she’s so hot and tight, clenching around my cock and lifting her hips to work me in deeper.
“Slow, angel, slow,” I beg her. “You feel too fucking good.”
“Okay, slow,” she agrees and lets me set the pace.
Usually, I’m all for fast and furious, but not this time. With Joanna, I don’t want to hurry up and reach the finish line. I want to make it good for her, have her come on my cock first.
Chapter Sixteen
Joanna
Nothing has ever felt as good as having a big muscular man like Phillip on top of me, pinning my hips to the bed as he moves inside of me. Each stroke hits so deep that I cry out in pleasure as my body tightens all over, so close to another orgasm while I’m still so incredibly sensitive from the last. I can’t remember the last time a man went down on me, and wow, I’m not sure if it ever felt as good as when Phillip’s tongue was inside of me. This second orgasm keeps growing and building until it’s nearly painful before the hot warmth inside of me finally bursts open.
“Yes! Oh, Phillip! YES!” I scream as I tremble under his body and around his long, thick cock.
“God, Joanna,” he whispers against my ear before he shoves deep one last time. His large frame stills on top of me before I feel his entire body shudder and groan with his release.
All of his weight presses down on me like a heavy blanket before he climbs off and lays down beside me on his back. I roll to my side to face him like he’s the sun and I want to be as close to him as possible.
“That was…” I try to find the words to describe being with him but there aren’t any. “It’s been so long since I…but it was never like that,” I tell him as I run my fingertips up and down his smooth, muscular chest that’s still rising and falling rapidly as I cuddle up to his uninjured side.
“It was…different,” he says.
“Different?” I repeat since I can’t tell by the tone of his voice if he means that in a good way or a bad way, making me feel suddenly self-conscious.
“Better,” he amends. He throws his arm around me and his fingers play with my hair. “The best ever.”
That makes me smile. “Best ever? I bet you say that to all the girls.”
“Not that I can remember,” he replies. “And right now, I’m having a hard time remembering any woman I was with before you.”
I smile even wider but don’t press him further since my ego is satisfied with his words.
We lay there together, listening to the rain pounding on the windows and roof outside. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here with him. For a moment, I wonder if he’s trying to figure out a way to leave, so I decide to just ask him instead of wonder.
“Do you want to stay the night since it’s raining and messy out?”
“I would stay even if it was beautiful and sunny out,” he says.
“Good.”
“Nash probably won’t like me being here with you, but I don’t really give a shit.”
“Me either,” I agree. He holds me to him a little tighter and then kisses the top of my head.
I wait for him to say more; and when he doesn’t, I decide to ask what I’m dying to know. “Hey, Phillip?”
“Yeah, angel?” he asks while brushing my hair over my shoulder and running his fingers through it.
“How violent is the MC?”
“Why?”
“Just wondering what sort of things you all do. I mean, I knew you were not saints when people shot at you and almost killed you.”
“The shooting was a misunderstanding with the Irish. It’s all worked out now.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“But it’s not the first time the MC got violent, right?”
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sp; “God, no.”
“I assumed as much,” I say, and then I can’t help but ask the question still on my mind from earlier tonight. “Did Nash kill someone?”
Phillip’s hand freezes in mid stroke, then falls to cup my shoulder. “Why would you ask me that?”
“Because you’re his friend and you’re in the MC together.”
“Please don’t make me answer that question.”
“Why not?” I push myself up to look down at his face.
“Because if I answer honestly, then you might ask me the same question. I don’t want to lie to you. I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.”
“I don’t want you to lie to me either. Could you please just tell me the truth? Earlier tonight, when I was confronting Nash, I mentioned that I would always want to know my brother, unless he was a serial killer. It was a joke, but then he told me I should leave and stay away.”
“Oh. Are you going to stay away from him?” he asks, his brown eyes sad because he thinks that if he answers truthfully about Nash that I may not want to be around him either.
“Should I?” I ask. “None of the guys in the MC that I’ve met made me nervous or scared, like I should worry about them hurting me.”
“None of us would hurt you.”
“Then answer the question, for you and Nash,” I tell him.
He stares at my face for several long seconds, and I expect him to say no. But then his large hand cups the back of my head and pushes it back down so my cheek is against his chest. “I’ll tell you, but I don’t want to see the disgust on your face when you find out the truth.” His other hand wraps around my back, pressing me to him. “I’m not sure I could let you go even if you try to leave either.”
“Okay,” I agree since I’m not sure if I would be able to leave his arms no matter what he says, which is a scary thought since we haven’t known each other that long and tonight’s the first night we’ve slept together. I shouldn’t feel so close to him so soon, but I’m not sure my heart had a choice in the matter.
“Devlin is another member of the MC. I think you met him,” Phillip says. “He had just started dating this girl, Jetta, and then we found out that her brother had some gambling debt with the MC.”
“Oh my god! You killed her brother?” I ask and try to lift my head. His strong hand won’t let me.
“No, no. That asshole is still alive, I swear,” Phillip says. “Just listen to the whole story without jumping to any conclusions, okay?”
“I’ll try,” I agree.
“Jetta paid off her brother Sean’s debt, but the idiot got in deeper with a bad guy, a man known for drug trafficking and sex trafficking. So, Sean made a deal with the bad guy – his debt would be paid off if he could have a night with Jetta. We don’t think he ever intended to give her back after one night, and we didn’t give him the chance. The MC went in and got her out, killing the bad guy and all but one of his guards and the chef. Dev and Jetta are engaged, so are Silas and the chef. Malcolm is married to the bad guy’s daughter and they have a daughter together, so it worked out for everyone in the end, but I think Nash still feels guilty because he took out more of the assholes than the rest of us combined.”
I consider all of that for a while then ask, “So, Nash killed bad men to save an innocent woman.”
“Yes.”
“And you…”
“I did what I had to do to keep the guys safe and get Jetta out. We all knew what would happen when we decided to go into that house. It was us or them, and I’m glad it was them that died.”
“Me too,” I say with a sigh. “Thank you for answering honestly.”
“Thank you for asking me to stay,” he replies, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “I hate to move, but I need to clean up and get this rubber off.”
He lets me go so that I can sit up again and he can climb out of bed. “Do you have any more condoms?”
“Yeah, why?” he asks, standing in front of me naked and not the least bit embarrassed. Not that he should be. He’s built like a Roman god. “Oh, fuck,” he says when he figures it out for himself and chuckles. “I’ll be right back.”
“And I’ll be waiting.”
Chapter Seventeen
Fiasco
“You’re in a good mood today,” Devlin says, which is when I realize I was whistling. “Feeling better?”
“Hell yes,” I reply. Sex with Joanna felt like it healed my body and soul, making me feel invincible. Sleeping with her in her bed and in my arms was the best night of my life.
“You got laid,” Devlin remarks. “Who’s the, um, lucky lady?”
“Joanna,” I reply with a grin.
“Nash’s sister Joanna?” he exclaims.
“Yeah.”
“Fiasco, man, you better talk to him before you go any further down that road!”
“I don’t know what the big deal is,” I tell him. “It’s not like they grew up together. Joanna didn’t even know she was his sister until last night.”
“She knows?” Devlin asks.
“Yep.”
“You told her?”
“It was an accident.”
“And what did Nash say about you spilling the beans and fucking his sister?” Devlin huffs.
“He doesn’t know I slept with her,” I admit. “And I didn’t fuck her.”
“So, you haven’t had sex with her?”
“Oh no, we definitely had sex last night. Twice, then again this morning,” I tell him with a grin.
“Then why did you say you didn’t fuck her?”
“Because I didn’t. She’s better than that. I didn’t slam her into the wall while trying to ram my dick through her body. We were in her bed and kissed almost the entire time, slow and sweet.”
“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Dev mutters. “You’ve lost your fucking mind.”
“No, I think Joanna must be insane,” I say with a sigh. “She knows everything there is to know about me, all of the embarrassing and bad shit, and she still wants me. I don’t understand why, but I’m just really fucking happy that she does.”
Joanna
“So, are you ready for some fun tomorrow night?” Casey asks when she catches up to me leaving the hospital after my shift.
“Tomorrow night?” I repeat in confusion.
“The bar in Wilmington? Hot bikers?”
“Oh, right. I don’t think I’ll be able to go with you,” I tell her.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not sure how Phillip would feel about me going to a biker bar trying to pick up men after sleeping with him last night.”
“You what?” she exclaims as we, thankfully, escape out the back door that leads to the employee parking lot. “You slept with the big, blond biker?”
“Yes.”
“Last night?”
“Uh-huh.”
“And? How was it?” she asks.
“It was…really amazing.”
“Yay!” Casey exclaims as she gives me a side hug. “I’m so happy you’re getting out there and getting yours again.”
“Yeah, but when he left this morning, he was in a hurry to get to work and didn’t say he wanted to see me again. I still don’t even have his phone number!”
“Don’t worry. He’ll be back. Now that you gave him the good shit, he won’t be able to stay away.”
“The good shit?” I repeat with a smile.
“If it was amazing for you, then it was probably spectacular for him,” she says.
“How do you know?” I ask.
“Did he get you to the glory land?” she asks with a smirk.
My smile widens. “Yes. Several times, in fact.”
“That’s what I mean. Men always come when they have sex, right? If they put in the time and effort to make it good for you too, then it’s even better for him, not just the sex but for his ego. He’ll be back for more, I guarantee it.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
“He will,” she says like it’s a c
ertainty.
“I hope you’re right. It was more than good sex, it was nice just being so close to him, falling asleep in his arms, waking up to him kissing my neck…”
“And poking you in the ass with his morning wood?” Casey finishes.
“That too,” I agree with a bark of laughter.
“Ah, to be the object of a man’s desire morning, noon, and night. What more could a girl want?”
“Exactly,” I agree. “And you want to see if you’re still who Hunt desires?”
“That man probably has a different woman in his bed morning, noon, and night,” she says with a shake of her head. “I was nothing but a little afternoon delight for him that day in your bathroom.”
“Then why see him again?” I ask. “Because he got you to the glory land a few times?”
“Yes, that, and because he’s a challenge. If I could make him roll over and beg me for another round, then no man would be safe from me,” she says with a grin.
Chapter Eighteen
Fiasco
As soon as I get off work, I take a quick shower and then drive over to Joanna’s house. I don’t let myself think about what I’m doing for too long, scared that I will talk myself out of seeing her. If she doesn’t want to see me, then she won’t answer the door. But after last night and this morning…well, I hope she wants to see me too.
I knock on her door and don’t have to wait long before she opens it smiling, letting me inside.
“Hey,” she says, looking happy to see me, happier than anyone has ever looked when I show up. Usually, it’s the opposite, a worried frown like people are wondering what shit I’ll fuck up.
“Hey.”
We stand there just staring at each other until there’s a whine from the living room.
“Is he okay?” I ask before I start walking in that direction. Ace is curled up in his bed, so I squat down and rub his head.
