Doin' a Dime

by Vale, Lani Lynn

  “Need things clean so I can fuck them,” he growled into my ear.

  I licked my lips, getting a mouth full of soap and water as I did.

  “Okay,” I bit my lip, no longer in the mood to argue.

  Now, I was in the mood for other things.

  Things that required him to be slipping his cock into my…

  “I’m done!” Sin announced. “Just let me get dressed.”

  I squeezed my eyes shut and turned to look at Hunt over my shoulder just as he reached the apex of my thighs.

  His fingers slid between the folds of my sex, sliding easily as he soaped me up down there.

  “Okay,” Hunt called out.

  His fingers, though, didn’t seem as sedate as they found their way inside of me.

  I dropped my head to rest on the tile wall in front of me, then braced my arms above my head, allowing my breasts to fall and sway below me.

  “Fuck,” Sin cried. “I can’t find my pants!”

  The door opened again, and this time it was to hear Zach say, “Why the fuck does not having your pants require you to sound so frantic?”

  “Because they’re about to have sex, and I haven’t had a warm, willing pussy in about eight weeks. And no others will do but one. This is torture!” Sin replied. “And they won’t even let me join in or watch.”

  “Who?” Zach asked, sounding bored.

  Hunt’s fingers scissored inside of me, then pulled free so abruptly that I squeaked.

  “Hunt and Wyett,” Sin answered.

  Just as I was about to ask him why, or stand up and turn around, or both, he lined his cock up with my pussy and sank inside.

  It was so sudden, so unexpected, that I opened my mouth to cry out.

  But just as I was about to voice my surprise, his hand found my mouth and covered it.

  The only thing that came out was a muffled moan.

  “Hmm,” Zach said. “And your pants are right there under your towel. You dropped it on the floor.”

  “Fuck, they’re wet,” Sin grumbled loudly.

  “So are you,” Hunt said into my ear. “Very, very wet. I slid right in. No resistance at all.”

  I closed my eyes as I bathed in the feeling of delight.

  He felt so good inside of me.

  So, so good.

  Like he was exactly where he was always meant to be.

  That was always how it was with him.

  In the sixteen times that we’d done it—and yes, I was keeping count—it never once was bad.

  Never. Once.

  Hell, there wasn’t even the possibility of it being bad.

  It was only perfection each and every time.

  “You make me feel like a fucking king,” he said into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Like I’m on top of the world.”

  He punctuated that statement with a thrust of his hips.

  I bit down on the fleshy part of his palm, causing him to grunt in surprise.

  “Jesus, what you do to me,” he snarled. “Dreamed about you, about this, for so long that it’s been a week and I still can’t believe I finally have it.”

  The shower in the next stall over turned on, causing me to jolt in surprise.

  Hunt grunted right along with that surprise, but not because of the sudden state of the shower next to us. The sound of surprise was because of the fact that I’d clamped down on him so tightly that he couldn’t help but to let air escape with his tensing muscles.

  He pulled out, then slowly sank back inside, trying to keep it sedate and careful—likely to keep my moans and squeaks and cries at bay.

  But let’s face it.

  Hunt’s cock was too good, and I was too vocal. Unless he kept his hand over my mouth the entire time, and at this point it was already slipping, the people in the bathroom with us were going to hear.

  It was inevitable.

  “Oh, God.” Sin clapped his hands. “Seriously. You could at least try not to make noises. I can hear you over the shower!”

  I wasn’t aware that we were making noise. But then again, I was so focused on what I was feeling—i.e., Hunt’s big cock filling me up to the point of almost pain—that I couldn’t focus on other things.

  Hell, even the opening and closing of the door had escaped my knowledge until a third male voice sounded.

  This one not belonging to our party.

  “Excuse me, but are you done in there? And could you put some pants on, please, sir? This is a public restroom and I don’t want my child walking in here seeing a naked man,” the hoity-toity voice grumbled loudly.

  “If my state of undress bothers you,” Sin drawled. “You may not want to stay in here. This is, I’d like to point out, a restroom changing room. This is pretty tame.”

  I would’ve laughed had Hunt not pulled out of me right at that moment.

  I gasped, turning around when his hand fell off my face, and glared.

  He laughed.

  Straight up laughed.

  Loudly.

  I reached out and caught his nipple, giving it a small twist.

  “Ouch!” he cried out, his face still full of smile.

  I wanted to punch him.

  But the ass would probably find that amusing, too.

  Just as I was about to open my mouth and let him have it—I mean, how could he just pull out when I was headed toward O-town?—he reached for me and hauled me toward the bench that was inside the shower.

  Before I could tell him that I wasn’t sitting on that bench with my bare ass, he picked up a small hand towel from his bag, laid it over the bench, and then sat down on it.

  Catching on finally, I hurried toward him and straddled his lap, my face only inches from his as I reached behind me and guided his cock to my entrance.

  Once it was in place, I slowly started to sink down on top of it, and he growled.

  “What was that?” the unfamiliar voice asked.

  “What was what?” Sin tried to cover for it.

  But then the slap-slap of our skin—I mean, there was only one thing the sound could be at this point—started to fill the bathroom air.

  I would really try harder to never do this again, but the way he was rubbing me so deliciously in just the right places, I couldn’t think about anyone else. Let alone some man that I would likely never see again in my life once we left the campgrounds.

  Zach and Sin I’d feel really embarrassed in front of for a long time to come.

  But at that moment in time? Yeah, there was no embarrassment. There was no nothing but the way Hunt made me feel.

  And the orgasm that I could feel coming at me at a million miles an hour.

  My hands clamped down on what I thought were Hunt’s shoulders, but I would find out later was his actual neck.

  Long moments later, when we were both coming down from our high, Hunt’s voice sounded like a bomb in the still air.

  “I’ve never been into erotic asphyxiation before,” Hunt drawled. “But at one point there, it was weird. Floating while orgasming. I’m not saying that I’ll ever ask you to do it again but, wow.”

  I blushed seven shades of red.

  “I’ve never been into it either,” Sin called out. “And I still can’t find my pants.”

  “I think you’re just staying now because you find it enticing.” Zach’s smooth, velvet dark voice called out. “And your pants are literally sticking out of your bag right there under the towel. I can see them. I think you’re not trying too hard.”

  The door to the bathroom was yanked open, yet again.

  “Are you assholes ever going to finish?” Trick’s rough voice asked. “Who the fuck are you?”

  “I’m trying to get out of this den of sin,” the interloper coughed. “But none of the shower stalls are open, and I need one. I don’t want to lose my place in line. So I’m subjecting myself to this disgusting behavior. I’ll be truly letting the campground know of this behavior, however. Having sex in public is against the law.”

  “We’re
an outlaw motorcycle club,” Trick snorted. “We don’t really do the ‘law.’ Considering we’re all convicted felons and all, it’s obvious that the law really doesn’t apply to us. But, just sayin’, even I who try not to look at other men’s dicks can see that yours is hard. If you didn’t find whatever was going on in here ‘hot’ then why is it hard? Also, who the hell wears silk pants to camp in? I bet that million-dollar motor home is yours, isn’t it? Why aren’t you taking a shower in it?”

  I was panting against Hunt’s collarbone, and the smile on my face was growing.

  Hunt slapped my ass and urged me to get off of him.

  I did, my eyes going to our laps as I stood up on shaky legs.

  When I looked at his cock as I was standing, I licked my lips and felt a familiar throb between my legs at the sight of him.

  He was covered in our combined juices.

  It was honestly the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

  Which was when it hit me.

  I wanted his release inside of me to take root.

  I wanted his babies.

  For the first time since I was a kid, the thought of being pregnant didn’t scare the absolute crap out of me.

  The thought of having his babies filled me with utter joy.

  Years ago, when I’d entered this farce of a relationship, I’d had no clue just how much I would come to depend on the man.

  How much I would want him in my life.

  How much I would need him.

  How much I loved him.

  Oh my God.

  I loved him.

  I loved the man that I’d married sight unseen. I loved the man that was a nerd and wore glasses and turned me on with just a glance over said glasses.

  Glasses that were adorably fogged up and streaked in his haste to look at me through the fog.

  I grinned at him.

  “Your glasses are fogged up,” I said quietly.

  Obviously not quiet enough because Sin said, “Of course, his glasses are fogged up! You’ve fogged the entire room up with what y’all just did! Even our bikes are fogged up outside!”

  I covered my mouth and darted back into the shower.

  Hunt walked up behind me, sans glasses, and pressed himself bodily against me.

  “I love you,” I said quietly.

  Again, not quietly enough because Sin said, “I think I love you, too!”

  There was a loud smack, and then, “Ow! Fuck! Zach! You’re a doctor. You’re not supposed to cause people harm. Isn’t that against the warrior’s creed?”

  “Doctor’s oath,” Zach corrected. “And I think I proved that I wasn’t all that doctor-like when I killed that kid for running over my girlfriend. Remember?”

  “Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. Did it feel good to do it in the moment? Because when I almost killed that man for hurting my girl, I thought for sure it would feel better when I was done. It didn’t. It felt worse, because I made it end too quickly.”

  “Oh my God.” The obvious millionaire who should really be in his motor home groaned. “Y’all are sick. Sick individuals!”

  The man still didn’t leave.

  I reached for the soap that was on the stall between Zach’s shower and mine and yanked it down toward me.

  “I was using that,” Zach drawled.

  I used some and rubbed it into my hair.

  “It smells like man,” I called out. “Where did you buy this? It looks salon grade.”

  “I don’t know,” Zach said as I handed it to Hunt. “My mom orders it for me and has it sent to my house.”

  I felt my lips tip up into a smile.

  Hunt replaced the bottle as I washed the shampoo out of my hair.

  I did the same with Zach’s conditioner.

  But when I reached for his razor, he took it off the shelf.

  “There’s a lot of things that I will allow,” Zach drawled. “And you using my razor isn’t one of them.”

  I snickered.

  “You can use mine!” Sin called. “I’m throwing it out after this use. Blades are dull.”

  I took the one that was handed to me over the shower stall on the opposite side.

  Then proceeded to shave my legs and bikini line with it.

  I shook my head when I was done.

  “Sin,” I called. “This razor is perfect. There’s no reason to throw it away.”

  “Keep it,” he called as the sound of his bag zipping sounded.

  Then the clink-clink of the shower curtain zipping backward on the metal pole it was attached to sounded, and Sin said, “Wow. You really are in silk house pants.”

  “You’re disgusting,” the interloper hissed.

  The shower turned on next to me and Trick said, “You could at least make sure that the shower curtain is closed all the way, man. Nobody wants to see your flat ass and taint!”

  There was a sound of indignation, and then all the men’s laughter, including Hunt’s.

  I finished up what I was doing, then headed out to the dry part of the stall where our towels were poking out of Hunt’s bag.

  He turned off the shower right behind me, and together we dried off and dressed.

  When I once again was clothed, my face fully flushed because I knew that Sin hadn’t left, I exited the stall.

  And, of course, he was there at the bathroom counter brushing his teeth.

  One look at me had me exiting the door and going into the girl’s bathroom.

  There I brushed, flossed, and moisturized.

  When I was done, I walked to the campsite where Six was making s’mores.

  “You banged someone in the bathroom?” Six called out.

  I flipped her off. “I banged my husband. Not ‘someone.’”

  There was an indignant huff behind me, and I turned to see a man in silk pants, a silk t-shirt, and a perpetual sneer staring at me in disgust.

  He walked past me in a tizzy toward his million-dollar camper—for real, it had so much flash it was gaudy—and stomped up his steps.

  “One would think that in a camper like that he would be able to get a shower,” Trick grumbled.

  He sat down on the log next to his wife but grinned wickedly at me.

  I felt my face heat.

  Sin and Hunt walked up seconds after that, taking a seat on either side of me, Hunt much closer than Sin.

  I leaned into him and tried not to be embarrassed for what I’d just done.

  The bad thing was, I wasn’t embarrassed at all.

  Not even a little bit.

  We spent the next two hours making dinner by the fire, eating s’mores, and having a wonderful time.

  It was the best night I’d had in a very long time.

  It was when we got back to the cabin that I picked my phone up for the first time.

  I was so fucking relaxed that I didn’t think at all when I saw the voicemail, then placed the phone to my ear to call the number back.

  I hadn’t even given it a second thought.

  One second, I saw the missed call, then I realized that they’d left a voicemail and I’d pressed ‘call back.’

  It was as the hate-filled voice answered that I realized my mistake.

  “I can’t believe you took my fucking money, you evil, conniving, sniveling brat!” Stella’s hate-filled voice filled my ear.

  I froze, and the man that was so in tune with me tensed when he recognized my stillness.

  He pulled out his phone from his jeans pocket and tapped some things, then placed it to his ear.

  “I’m sorry, what?” I asked.

  “You know what you did.” Stella growled. “You stole everything! How am I supposed to live, you stupid bitch?”

  I frowned hard when I realized what it was that I was hearing.

  “You mean, how are you supposed to live on nothing like you’re expecting me to do right now?” I asked tonelessly. “If it wasn’t for my husband, I’d be up shit creek right the fuck now.”

  Stella made a growling sound in her throa
t. “You’re just like your father and mother,” she ground out. “Always about you, you, you. Never thinking about the little people that don’t have it all. Do you think I have a sugar daddy out there waiting for me? No. I have a regular life. Do you think that it’s normal to just have someone that does that for you? It’s not. Most normal people have to come by their fortunes on their own. Like I did.”

  “You stole from a child,” I said. “And I wouldn’t have to rely on my husband if you weren’t fighting us tooth and nail.”

  “You only thought I was fighting before,” she hissed. “Well, game on, Wyett. Game on.”

  CHAPTER 15

  Did you realize that if you sit on the toilet at 11:59, and the clock strikes midnight, it’s the same shit, different day?

  -Text from Six to Wyett at 12:01 am

  WYETT

  Camping was great, but sadly it was time to go back to reality.

  Hunt had work to do—work for both the MC and for himself—and I had a job to get back to. A job that I was required to do for a certain amount of time before I could apply to the nurse anesthetist program that was really my end goal. I had a year of ICU/ER prerequisites until I could actually apply for the program.

  The alarm went off promptly at five in the morning, and I squinted my eyes at the clock to make sure that my mind wasn’t playing games.

  “Nooo,” I groaned and rolled over, my hands automatically going to the bed beside me to feel for the man that hadn’t slept anywhere but at my side for the last few weeks.

  It was not only empty, but it was cold and still made, as if the man hadn’t ever come to bed.

  I came up onto an elbow, instantly awake now.

  “Hunt?” I called.

  No answer.

  I got up and walked to the bathroom, taking care of business and washing my hands before brushing my teeth and hair.

  I picked up a hair tie and walked to the closet for my scrubs, coming out five minutes later fully dressed in my pants, long-sleeved top because the hospital liked to keep it just this side of frozen hell, and my scrub top.

  After filling up my pockets with the essentials—pen light, cell phone, stethoscope, Snickers bar and twenty dollars in cash I pilfered from Hunt’s wallet on the nightstand—I headed out to the main part of the house to look for my man.

  I found him in his office, his gaze on his computer screen, his hair a mess as if he’d been running his fingers through it for the last couple of hours, and his glasses slightly tilted on his face.