Cowboy Bikers MC #3

by Esther E. Schmidt

  “Why don’t you guys check into it? It’s you who found out Jay lied, only seems logical to dig a little deeper. I really want to know why.”

  I slide my arm around her waist to hold her close. We almost reach the cabin and it’s the reason why I briefly come to a stop. “Nick can handle it the correct way. If we interfere it would harm the case he’s building and it can let the stalker slip through the law’s fingers. We don’t want that. It’s not just a stalker, it’s a damn killer. And if the MC handles it and something happens, either get caught or it wasn’t the actual stalker who killed the model, we risk both the MC and you…your career. We risk everything. So, for now we’re taking the road to justice by letting Nick handle it.”

  Her head bobs and she’s staring at the dust on her opal colored cowboy boots. “You’re right. I didn’t think. Being here makes it easy to forget the danger and what happened before I arrived.”

  I place a finger underneath her chin and slightly tip her head back. “As it should. And believe me when I say that I’m pretty sure Weston asked our other MC charter to keep an eye on Jay. Let everyone else handle the outside world so we can enjoy the right here, right now. It’s the only thing that matters.”

  A smile tugs her lips and she pushes up on her toes while her arm sneaks its way around my neck to drag me down for a kiss.

  My hands slide to her ass and I lift her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and I take her with me into the cabin. Hammer jumps onto the couch and when I’ve closed the door behind me I head straight for the bedroom, locking everything out. To make sure I flip the lock and stroll to the bed to gently place her on it.

  She perches herself on her elbows, eyes filled with lust and desire and I’m pretty damn sure mine mirrors the same longing. I slowly pull off her boots and every single inch of clothing until she’s naked before me.

  My breathing is erratic as I shrug out of my cut, shirt, boots, and jeans. The only barrier I’m keeping in place is the boxers I’m wearing. Because if I don’t, I’ll be balls deep inside her the next instant.

  Her skin is so damn soft. I’ve longed to lick each and every inch; and now I can. I place one knee on the bed and lean in. Our eyes stay connected while I feather kisses on the inside of her thigh, slowly finding my goal within reach.

  I bury my face between her legs and inhale deep.

  “Decker,” Muriel gasps and buries her nails into my scalp.

  I take my time to taste her as I slide my tongue through her folds and ultimately cover her clit to suck and flick. I have her panting and pulling my hair, chanting my name as a strangled plea within seconds. I raise my head and lick my lips.

  “You smell and taste so fucking good, darlin’. Sweet but tangy. All woman. My woman.”

  She flushes adorably. I dive right back in, already knowing I won’t ever get my fill from this woman. She’s so wet already but when I slowly slide a finger inside her it becomes abundantly clear how tight and innocent she really is.

  “Mine to taint, mine to enjoy, mine to please: mine to devour and to never let go,” I mutter as I watch my finger getting sucked right back into her pussy when I slowly push in and out. “Magnificent.”

  “Decker, please,” she gasps and clenches around me.

  I cover her clit and flick it with my tongue to stimulate her bundle of nerves. Ragged breaths along with moans and the sweet taste of her pussy let me know she’s close. Hell, I’m fucking close and bound to come in my damn underwear.

  “Come for me, darlin’. Let me taste your pleasure,” I rumble against her pussy gently sliding one finger out and filling her back up with two, making her explode into a white-hot frenzy of ecstasy.

  It’s right there, in her eyes until they close as her spine curls and her pussy convulses around my fingers. The sight, the feel, everything shoots straight to my groin and makes my balls draw up. I can barely manage to push up, drag my boxers down, and fist my dick as I shoot my load all over her pink and puffy pussy until I have nothing left to give.

  My heart is pounding, chest heaving, as I fall forward and balance myself on one hand to slowly sink down on top of her. Skin against skin, my dick half erect on top of her pussy, and I don’t even care if I’m sticky with my own cum gluing us together. Though I’m thinking she might have issues with her need for cleanliness.

  I can barely lift my head and gaze down on her. “We made a mess.”

  Her hand slides into my hair and she pulls me against her chest. “Hush, I need to catch my breath for my brain to work enough to worry about those things.”

  Her heart beats against my ear and my body recognizes it as my own personal life’s tune.

  And it’s then I realize I’m lying on the softest and most perfect tits. “Fuck. How can I have neglected these pretties?”

  Surging up, I cup both and knead them.

  “Gorgeous,” I murmur.

  I can’t resist, leaning in I swirl my tongue around her nipple and softly blow, watching it turn into a hard peak. Quickly mirroring the same action with the other one, Muriel arches her back to press her breasts closer to my face. I can feel myself grow fully hard again. It would be so damn easy to slide inside her without thinking, but I can’t. Not like this.

  Fucking hell, I just came all over her sweet pussy and my one and only thought is to make her mine in every way. Carnal. Possessive. Dominating. What-the-fuck-ever, as long as my claim scorches her heart and settles in our veins.

  CHAPTER SIX

  — Muriel —

  The way his eyes are hooded and swirling with something carnal is making my breath catch. I’ve never experienced the pleasure he released inside my body and the attention he’s giving my breasts is as if he’s recharging me all over again.

  I squeal when he suddenly grabs me and turns us around. He scoots back so he’s sitting against the headboard while he’s making me straddle him. There’s no time to think about his hard length pressing naked against my pussy because one of my nipples is between his teeth while he rolls the other one between his skilled fingers.

  He’s playing my body as if it’s his favorite instrument and loving the new music he’s creating. All I can do is surrender to the sweet tunes. Surrender and watch how his massive hands—rugged and raw by all the work he does—knead my breasts.

  I rotate my hips, pressing down on his hard length to seek delicious friction. I might never have had sex but I’m not oblivious; I know what it all entails and read plenty of books and watch hot movies. Wanting more, I reach between us and palm his dick, placing the tip at my entrance.

  “Muriel,” Decker hisses and moans. “Fuuuuck.”

  His hands leave my breasts and are now gripping my hips.

  “Darlin’, we should discuss condoms. I’m clean. I always have regular checkups, and you’re a virgin, so we have that part covered.”

  I trust him completely. These weeks living with Decker showed me how this man would never do anything to hurt me. Not intentionally. And I’m protected against pregnancy. It’s for this reason I let myself drop to fully impale myself, knowing the first time would hurt no matter what.

  Even if my pussy is slick—making it easy to take him inside me—the tearing of the thin membrane rips the air straight from my lungs. I bury my head into the crook of his neck as I plaster my upper body against him in an effort to breathe through the momentary discomfort.

  One of his hands is sliding up and down my back in a soothing motion while the other one is palming one of my ass cheeks to keep me in place. Hot, ragged breaths are flowing right next to my ear. The pain is slowly fading and I shift, lifting slightly up, but Decker is holding me in a tight grip.

  “Give it a minute,” he groans as his lips go to my neck trailing my skin while he nips and sucks, making my pussy clench.

  He groans and releases some muttered curses. His fingers dig deeper to keep me in place and I now realize he’s not keeping me pinned to him for me, but for himself. Mischief crashes through me at the thought of all the
power I’m wielding with him underneath me; completely under my control.

  I roll my hips and relish in the way the uncomfortable feeling has now turned into something else. Something I need to chase through these building tingles starting up low in my belly.

  Remembering how Decker made me explode with his mouth it makes me wonder if I can explore our bodies to experience it again. Ignoring his tight grip, I raise myself and slide down. Repeating it a few times, shifting the tingling feeling into a dire need to orgasm.

  “Fucking hell, Muriel,” Decker groans and catches one of my nipples as my breasts bounce from the way I’m impaling myself over and over on his hard length.

  His growl rumbles through his body as he grips my hips and helps me bury his dick inside my pussy. His hips thrust off the mattress as he roughly pulls me down. Sweat is mingling, breaths rushing out in between gasps and grunts until I’m overtaken by overwhelming pleasure.

  I’m completely taken by surprise when my body starts to tremble through my orgasm. Decker throws one arm around me to keep me in place, thrusting up to bury himself deeper while his fingers sink into my hip.

  My name is a plea grunted in awe as he buries his head in the crook of my neck. I can feel his dick thicken and pulse inside me, the feeling releases another surge of euphoria racing through my veins as the both of us slump into a boneless heap.

  Decker places soft kisses wherever he can and murmurs, “I never imagined, or experienced, this kind of perfection.”

  A giggle escapes me and in this moment I feel carefree.

  “I don’t have anything to compare it with, unlike you. But I do have to agree...I never could have imagined sex to be this good.”

  “You’re stuck with me, darlin’. No one else will have what belongs to me. And if our first time is like this? We’re bound to break the bed by the end of the week.”

  We both snicker and he keeps me in a tight hug until I shift and he slips out of me.

  “We didn’t use protection. The both of us clean or not, there’s still the risk of getting pregnant. Now I’m not saying I don’t want kids, but—”

  I cut him off because there’s no need to discuss the risk of getting pregnant. “My menstrual cycle is pretty messed up and my doctor suggested shots. I’m protected against pregnancy. We can explore each other before talking about adding more to our relationship.”

  “But I like the sound of adding more to our relationship.” The way he’s faking a pout is absolutely adorable.

  I give him a slow kiss and the way he gives back equal—sweeping me away in a sensual dance of our tongues—forces me to pull back.

  Completely out of breath I tell him, “Keep kissing me like that and I swear my ovaries will explode.”

  A rumbled laugh vibrates through his chest. “Come on, let’s hit the shower.”

  I follow him and I’m loving this cabin even more because of this bathroom. The cabin might not be as big as my penthouse but this rainfall shower? Big enough for two people to dance in while being sprayed by warmth. I even prefer this to taking a bath.

  All too soon we crawl into bed and Decker is sleeping as soon as his head hits the pillow. Sleep doesn’t come for me; my mind is too active. There’s a new song strumming in my brain I can’t ignore. It’s been weeks since I touched my guitar and only enjoyed the serenity Decker created for me here at the ranch. But I’m itching to play and sing; work out this song because it’s too loud inside my head.

  I slip out of bed and pick up Decker’s shirt from the floor and tug it on. My first trip is to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. Eyeing my guitar, I suddenly realize I don’t have my phone. Normally I use the recording app, making it easy for me to write down the lyrics and tweak them later. Retracing my steps, I search for Decker’s phone and return to the living room.

  My ass is on the edge of the seat and Decker’s phone is in front of me on the table. I place a pick between my lips and grab my guitar. I absolutely love the sound of my Gretsch Rancher Falcon. Rancher. A huge smile spreads my face at the thought of my very own rancher.

  I snatch the pick from my lips and start to hum and strum the lower strings, at this point I’m just tuning my guitar and focusing to get into the right set of mind. Though I have to admit, I’m way passed the right set of mind after having sex.

  I’m still sore and my whole body is vibrating with the knowledge of recently found pleasure. I hit record and instinctively want to tap my foot but Hammer is holding me hostage. Another smile warms my chest and I release a happy breath. I close my eyes and hum while my fingers start to move, filling the air with the tune and words that were roaming around in my head.

  The glow of my soul.

  The touch of love.

  The reasons why my body hums to the beat of our raging hearts.

  Bright as daylight.

  Entailing like heaven at midnight.

  This glow will never fade, because it hums to the beat of our raging hearts.

  The words pour from me without a single thought, wrapping around the tunes my fingers pull from my guitar. Emotion courses through my veins and I’m feeling liberated. Until the room falls silent and I have to swallow due to the feelings of the song still humming through me.

  “Fucking hell, that was magnificent,” Decker’s voice is filed with awe.

  I hit the button on his phone and place the guitar in the case on the couch next to me. I stalk to him and he automatically takes me in his arms, kissing me furiously while he presses me tighter against his naked chest. The only thing he’s wearing is his unbuttoned jeans, hanging low on his hips.

  I roam my hands all over his body and even if I’m sore, my body is vibrating to explore some more between the sheets. I start to pull at the belt loops of his jeans, but he places his hand over mine, stopping my advances.

  “I bet you’re already sore, darlin’. We need to give your pussy some rest before we can have all the fun. And when I lose my pants, I won’t be able to keep my dick from sliding home.”

  A disapproving sound erupts from the back of my throat.

  His soft chuckle flows over my skin before he says, “But I can sure as hell lick you, give you an orgasm or two and then cover that sweet pussy with my cum.”

  Now this makes my body sing. I’m about to drag him off to the bedroom—demanding he makes good on his promise—but his phone starts to ring.

  Decker mutters a few curses and stalks to the table. “Decker,” he snaps and his eyes find mine while he listens. “You’re shitting me?” He listens some more to the person calling him until he finally grumbles, “We’ll be right there.”

  He shoves his phone into his jeans and plows his hand through his thick, dark brown hair. “We need to head to the main house.”

  “Did something happen?” I subconsciously rub my arms and for the first time my mind wanders back to the moment when I saw the cutoff limbs my stalker gifted me with.

  The note about how no one should touch me. The mere thought of Decker getting hurt because of me is ripping my heart into unrepeatable, jagged pieces. What have I done? I should have kept my distance and yet I let myself fall. And I did fall hard and fast for this man.

  “Hey.” Decker places a finger underneath my chin and tips my head up to connect our gaze. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

  “I shouldn’t have come here and started something with you,” I croak.

  The air rushes from my lungs when he grabs me in a tight hug and kisses the top of my head. “Best decision ever made in life, Muriel. Don’t ever fucking doubt that shit. One day with you makes life worth living and we’ve barely started with the handful of weeks behind us. I’ve told you I’m not letting you go and I’ll make you understand you can’t run from me or push me aside because you think you’re saving my life by doing so. We’re solid. You and I can, and will, face anything and come out stronger.”

  He places a soft kiss on my lips and the emotion behind it makes me feel as if his words ring with truth.


  “Promise me,” he murmurs. “Hold strong. You might feel as if life is fragile but standing united gives double the impact and double resistance.”

  “Double the impact, double resistance,” I echo.

  He gives a tight nod. “I once thought I was better off alone and turned my back on everything and everyone.”

  His words come back to me where he explained how he left the FBI and met Weston. The change in his life.

  “Until you ran into Weston and had his back.” I give him a smile in understanding. “Seeing, and experiencing loyalty and support to have each other’s back at a time in life when you desperately need it.”

  He swallows hard and croaks, “Exactly. And to have the MC, all my brothers...the world...standing strong behind me, shifting the weight instead of everything weighing solely on my shoulders.”

  He’s right. Why should I step away to protect what I hold dear while I should embrace and never let go.

  “Even if the weight is solely on my shoulders, you’re willing to hold me to carry the load with me.” The words flow as the tears slide over my cheeks.

  “Damn right,” he growls. “And between me and my brothers, there’s no weight massive enough to make us falter.”

  I hug him tight for a few breaths and let his warmth and comfort seep deep inside my bones before I step away.

  “Okay. Now, how long are we going to be there? I’m itching to work on the song I just recorded on your phone. Can I bring my guitar to the main room of the clubhouse?”

  Decker chuckles and lets his knuckles brush my wet cheek. “Weeks without touching the guitar and all of a sudden you can’t do without. Bring your instrument, darlin’. No need to ask. It’s a part of you and walking into you singing just now was fucking phenomenal.”

  A blush captures me by surprise. I’m used to compliments since I’ve received so many ever since my career surged into overtime, but coming from Decker it adds to the feelings he already releases inside me.

  He takes my face in his hands and murmurs against my lips, “You’re fucking phenomenal.”