Flicker (Dixie Reapers MC 11)

by Harley Wylde

  “I was just cooking,” she said. “My dad’s not awake yet, but you can come sit and keep me company if you want.”

  Oh, hell yeah, I wanted to! I nodded and stepped into the house, then quietly shut the door behind me. I followed her into the kitchen and pulled out a chair at the small square table. Her phone was on the counter with music playing at a low enough volume it wouldn’t wake Sarge, but it was still loud enough that she shook her ass to the beat. I pressed down on my cock as it lengthened in my pants.

  “I’m Pepper,” she said. “We didn’t really get a chance to officially meet last night.”

  “Flicker,” I said, watching her ass swish side to side when the song changed over.

  She picked up an egg and it slipped through her fingers, cracking on the floor at her feet. Pepper bent to pick it up, and that was as much of the torture as I could handle. Her shorts rode up, showing off the lower half of her ass cheeks, perfect globes that made me want to take a bite. I stood and pressed myself against her, placing my hands on her hips. There was only so much temptation a man could take, especially when I’d had a six-month-long dry spell.

  I heard her breath hitch and she looked at me over her shoulder, that gorgeous red hair sliding across her face. She didn’t seem repulsed, nor did she shove me away, and she didn’t stand up, just pressed that ass back against me more. The heat of her pussy rubbed against my cock and I trailed my hands down to the hem of her shorts, then eased my fingers underneath. Her eyes dilated and her lips parted as I brushed a finger across her slit. So. Fucking. Wet.

  “I think you want me as much as I want you,” I said. “All this cream for me?”

  She nodded, her gaze never leaving me. She remained bent over, gripping the counter in front of her, offering up that sweet pussy. I toyed with her, sliding my finger up and down her slit before rubbing her clit. She gasped and pushed back. The little bud hardened as I stroked it. Her body shuddered and I knew she was already close to coming, something that just made me even hotter. Christ! I’d never had a woman come apart so easily. I plunged my finger into her hot, tight channel and it was just enough to send her over the edge. I thrust in and out, letting her ride out her orgasm, and when she was panting and squirming in my arms, I knew that no matter how fucking pissed Sarge would get, I was going to have Pepper in my bed.

  “Such a good girl,” I murmured, then slid my other hand up under her shirt. Her breasts were bare and her nipple hardened against my palm. I squeezed her breast, not enough to hurt but just the right amount.

  She moaned and her pussy got even hotter. I started fucking her with my finger again while I pinched and rolled her nipple. I added a second finger and my cock damn near exploded at how tight she felt. Teasing one nipple, then the other, I slid my fingers in and out of her pussy faster. In a matter of seconds, she was coming again.

  “If we were in my house right now,” I said, my lips near her ear and my voice low, “I’d put you on the counter and eat out this wet pussy, then I’d bend you over the table and fuck you so good and hard you’d be feeling me for hours.”

  I slipped my fingers out of her and trailed them up the crack of her ass, then pressed the wet digits against her tight little hole.

  “And then I’d take you here. Make you beg me for it.”

  She was so fucking hot, and so turned on, I wondered if she was going to detonate again in my arms just from the brush of my fingers against that forbidden spot. I tugged on her nipples again while I rubbed her rosette. She trembled in my arms and I wished like hell I could strip her bare and feast on her all day and night.

  “That’s it, baby. You going to come for me again?” I murmured.

  She squirmed and whimpered. I released her nipple and slid that hand down into her shorts, playing with her clit again. I’d barely started rubbing when she came, bucking against me and making the sweetest sounds. If Sarge weren’t somewhere in the house, I’d pull her shorts down and fuck her right here and now. I knew I was playing with fire. That the man could walk in anytime. It only made the moment sweeter. I had to wonder if I wanted her so much because I couldn’t have her, but then I remembered my body’s immediate reaction last night before I’d even known who she was. No, it wasn’t the forbidden that tempted me, but it did turn up the heat a bit.

  I pulled my hands from her shorts, then pushed her against the counter, shoving her down so her breasts were against it. I glanced over my shoulder and listened intently. Not a sound in the house other than our ragged breathing. I tugged her shorts down, just needing to see her, to feel her without anything between us. Christ! She had the sweetest, roundest ass! I ran my hand over one cheek, then nudged her feet apart so I could see that gorgeous pussy.

  She was glistening from how wet she was, and I couldn’t resist sliding my fingers back inside of her, watching as she took them. I unfastened my jeans and pulled out my cock, knowing I couldn’t have her, not right this moment, but I needed to feel her. I removed my fingers and ran my cock the length of her wet slit, bumping her clit with every stroke.

  “You make me feel completely out of control,” I told her, gripping her hips as I thrust against her. “You want this, don’t you? Want my cock?”

  She nodded and spread her legs a little more, but her shorts hampered the movement. If at all possible, she got hotter and wetter, and I knew I needed at least a little sample, just enough to get me through until I could really have her. My mind was in a haze of lust and need. I notched my cock at her entrance and pushed inside. The way her body tensed and her eyes went wide made me freeze. As I slid out of her, I looked down and noticed a smear of blood on my shaft. My bare shaft. Fuck me. I hadn’t taken a woman without a condom since I’d learned how to put on a rubber.

  “What the fuck?” I asked, my voice harsher than I’d intended. “You tease the hell out of me, let me finger fuck you and play with your ass, but you’re a damn virgin?”

  She struggled to get up, but I flattened my hand against her back, holding her still. If she moved too much, she could hurt herself more.

  “Dammit, Pepper,” I muttered.

  Her pussy squeezed the head of my cock and I groaned, my eyes sliding shut a moment. When I opened them, I noticed that she looked a little scared, and a lot embarrassed. I didn’t like that look, especially not when it was aimed at me. I’d already crossed several big fucking lines. Might as well keep going, right? I knew I should pull out and at least put on a condom, but the moment would be lost, and quite honestly, I loved the feel of her.

  I slowly thrust, loving the tight clasp of her pussy.

  “I’m upset that you didn’t tell me and I hurt you,” I said. “I’m angry that you let me pop your cherry in the middle of your dad’s kitchen.”

  Thrust. Thrust.

  “Makes me want to tie you to my bed, paddle your ass until it’s red, then give you a proper fucking. Do you have any idea how much I like knowing I’m the only one to feel this incredible pussy?”

  Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

  “My dick will be the only one you ever have,” I said, the words ending with a growl.

  Thrust. Thrust.

  “God, baby. You feel fucking perfect.”

  “Flicker, please,” she begged. She no longer looked scared, just turned on. “It only hurt for a second, and I…”

  “You want to come with my cock inside of you?” I asked.

  She nodded.

  I reached around the front of her, and started rubbing her clit in fast, tight circles. I’d make her come, then I’d pull out and we’d get our clothing back the way it should be, and I’d try really damn hard not to think about being inside of her. Since she was a virgin, it wasn’t likely she was carrying any sexually transmitted diseases. Little late to have that conversation anyway.

  “If your daddy comes in and I’m balls-deep inside of you, he’s going to lose his shit,” I said.

  “Don’t care,” she said. “Just need you. Need this.”

  I pinched her clit and she
came, jamming her hips back against me. Her pussy squeezed me so fucking tight, I nearly blacked out from the pleasure. Without conscious thought, I fucked her hard and fast, slamming into her as she rode out her orgasm and before I could think better of it, I came inside of her. I kept thrusting until every drop of cum had left my balls, and some caveman part of me wanted to shove it deep inside of her.

  “Please tell me you’re on birth control,” I muttered. It wasn’t like me not to wear a condom, or to fuck a virgin for that matter. Even when I did wrap my dick, I’d always asked if the woman was clean, but this girl had me so worked up all reasonable thought had left me the second I’d seen her bend over in those tiny shorts.

  Hell, the thought of her pregnant with my kid didn’t scare me in the least. I wanted it, more than I’d wanted anything. I hadn’t even known her name until this morning, but I’d never wanted a woman more than I wanted her. One way or another, she was going to be mine.

  Her body locked up and I had my answer.

  “I can go get the morning after pill,” she muttered.

  I tightened my hand on her hip and stroked in and out of her a few more times. I didn’t like the thought of killing our possible child. I’d given up on the dream of a woman and kid after one after another of my brothers had fallen in love, and I’d yet to have anyone want forever with me. The way Pepper’s pussy clasped me, the scent of her filling my nose, made me feel like the ground was shifting under my feet. I’d told myself for years I didn’t want those things anymore, but even then I’d known I was lying, just trying to make myself feel better. The thought of Pepper leaving, of her killing our kid, made me want to do something insane, like lock her away and keep her all to myself. I could tie her to the bed, fuck her until I knew she was carrying my kid, then convince her to stay.

  Now that I’d had a taste of her, I wanted more. Even though I’d just unloaded enough cum that it had filled her to the point it was gushing out around my dick, I knew I could go again. And again. And again. As long as the woman under me was Pepper. Bull had once told me that he’d known Darian was meant to be his, even though he’d tried to hold out. Now I understood exactly what he’d meant. I’d been insanely attracted to Pepper from the second I saw her, and now that I’d been balls-deep inside of her, I never wanted to let her go.

  “Um, shouldn’t you pull out?” she asked, looking at me over her shoulder.

  I withdrew from the tight grip of her pussy and she winced a little. I wet some paper towels to clean up her and myself. She really needed to go soak in a hot bath to ease the soreness. She pulled up her shorts and I adjusted my clothes, wishing we were removing them instead.

  The home phone rang and Pepper jolted in surprise, looking around. I pointed to the corner of the kitchen and a cordless phone and stand. She picked it up and answered hesitantly. I tried not to pay attention to her conversation, but she seemed familiar enough with the person on the other end that I wanted to know what fucker was calling her here. Did she have a boyfriend where she came from? I’d never been the type to go after a woman who belonged to someone, but Pepper made me want to wrap her up tight and snarl at everyone to back the hell off. It was insane! I was too damn old for this shit.

  She hung up the phone and turned to face me. “So that was my dad. It seems he left the house long before you got here. Some personal emergency or something.”

  Had I seriously been so out of it I hadn’t even noticed his bike was missing? Must have been one of the Harleys I heard start up earlier. Fuck. That didn’t bode well. This tiny woman had me tied up in knots, and that thought alone made me think of tying her up in knots -- to my bed. And now I was fucking hard again. Perfect.

  I’d never wanted a woman as much as I wanted Pepper. I had this insane urge to bare my teeth at any other guy who came near her to warn them away. To mark her, claim her. Fuck a baby into her so she’d have to stay with me.

  Yep. I’d fucking lost my damn mind.

  She looked around the kitchen, then her gaze locked with mine. “You have breakfast stuff at your house? I don’t think I can salvage this mess.”

  The skillet on the stove had smoke coming from it and whatever meat she’d been cooking looked charred. Until this moment, the smell hadn’t registered with me. Fuck. The house could have burned down around us and I was so focused on how good she’d felt we probably would have burned alive. What the hell was this little pixie doing to me?

  “Yeah, I do.”

  “Just let me dump this stuff and put the dishes in the sink, then I’ll come cook at your place.”

  I ran a hand through my hair and watched her buzz around the kitchen. Had the pixie just invited herself over? I’d had women try to get into my house before, but for the first time, I didn’t mind the thought of a woman I’d fucked being under my roof. Granted, I’d mostly been with club sluts the last decade or so, and no one wanted forever with those women. But as I thought about having Pepper in my home, I hoped Sarge stayed away for a while. Maybe I could convince her to go for round two. Maybe after that, I could think logically again, have worked her out of my system enough I didn’t want to do something stupid.

  Pepper had me wondering if maybe the right woman just hadn’t come along until now. Yeah, Sarge wasn’t going to be the least bit happy. Too fucking bad. I suddenly understood exactly why Venom had pissed off Bull and taken Ridley to his house, then fucked her until she’d been carrying his kid. Because I wanted to do the same fucking thing to Pepper. Tie her to my bed and fuck a baby into her.

  I was in so much fucking trouble.

  Chapter Three

  Pepper

  What the hell was I doing? I’d saved my virginity all these years, not wanting to be like my mother. Then what happened? Some good-looking biker jerks off where I can see him and I’m suddenly craving his cock? Hell, even before that I’d wanted him. What the fuck? I’d always sworn I wasn’t that type of girl, the kind to give it up to just anyone, but I’d let him do whatever he wanted while we stood in my dad’s kitchen, knowing Sarge could walk in at any moment. Or at least thinking he could, since I hadn’t known he wasn’t home. If anything, it had given me a secret thrill that we might get caught. Maybe the apple really didn’t fall far from the tree and I was my mother’s daughter after all. I’d given up my V-card without a second thought, just letting Flicker take what he wanted, and I’d had to fight not to beg him for more.

  I’d cleaned up my dad’s kitchen, then made omelets at Flicker’s house. The meal had been good, though quiet as he watched me without saying a word. Now the dishes were washed and in the drying rack, because for some reason this man didn’t believe in owning a dishwasher. My stomach fluttered and I pressed a hand to my belly. It had been incredibly stupid to have unprotected sex. I had no idea if he was clean or if he fucked everything that moved. Not to mention I could be pregnant. I didn’t think I was since I’d just had my period, and while I hadn’t finished high school or ever taken Sex Ed, I thought I remembered reading somewhere that it was before my period that I was most fertile. I could hope anyway. If it was afterward, then I was in trouble. I doubted this guy wanted to play the part of doting daddy to a kid he hadn’t planned.

  Of course, my dad seemed upset that he hadn’t had that chance with me. So maybe I was wrong. Flicker could be like Sarge and would be more than willing to take on the responsibility of a child. Or he could kick my ass to the curb and tell me to fuck off. Only time would tell, since he didn’t seem to be in any hurry to go to a pharmacy. I’d mentioned the pill again while we ate, and he hadn’t said a word. I didn’t know if he was avoiding the issue and pretending we didn’t have a potential problem, or what the hell was going through his mind.

  Flicker moved up behind me, his body heat pressing against me and his hand settling at my waist. My breath caught and I automatically leaned into him. I didn’t know what was wrong with me! I’d never been like this before, and it was scaring me a little that this man could completely own me with just a touch. I coul
d feel the length of his hard cock pressing against me, and my clit pulsed as I remembered how it had felt to have him inside me. There was a slight twinge between my legs since he’d taken my virginity, but I hadn’t lied to him earlier. It had surprised me and there’d been a quick flash of pain, but it hadn’t hurt nearly as much as I’d thought it might.

  “Seeing you in these shorts is making me crazy,” he said. “Especially knowing what’s under them. You were very naughty last night.”

  “Didn’t see the point in changing since you’ve had me partially naked.”

  “You were wearing a thong last night until right before you shut off the lights.”

  I bit my lip. “I took it off because I was going to bed.”

  He turned me to face him, then crowded me against the counter again. “And why did you need to take it off?”

  “Because I ached from wanting you, and every time I shifted, the material rubbed against me. It made me hurt for you even more,” I answered honestly.

  “You don’t speak or act like any virgin I’ve ever known.”

  “Yeah, well, I guess having a whore for a mother will do that to a woman. I walked in on her having sex, sucking men off, being part of an orgy more times than I care to think about. Sex was never a mystery for me.”

  He backed up a little. “Is that why you were a virgin? Were you saving yourself for someone special?”

  “I guess I was worried I’d end up like her. The boys at school always thought I’d follow that path and considered me a sure thing. I dropped out when I was sixteen, but I worked hard to get my G.E.D. and went to cooking school.”

  He took three more steps back and released me. I wanted to reach for him, to tell him how much I’d liked having his hands on me, but there was a warning going off in my head. Is this how Mom started down her path? I’d always thought she took that step out of desperation, but what if that wasn’t it at all? What if she’d just enjoyed sex, liked being touched, and it had snowballed? Plenty of women had sex without becoming prostitutes, I knew that. But what if I was exactly like my mother?