Keep It Classy

by Vale, Lani Lynn

  Which led to then, me folding a pair of his underwear, when he walked into the house with his guitar in one hand and a bag of something in the other.

  I carefully laid the folded underwear down on the rapidly growing pile of his clothes and stared at him.

  The narrow-eyed look on my face was lost on him.

  Upon seeing me, his face lit up, and he started in my direction.

  I wasn’t sure what to think about that as he stalked in my direction.

  I also expected him to stop at a respectable distance.

  He didn’t.

  He swallowed up the space between us, not stopping until the entire length of his body was pressed to mine.

  I dropped my head back and stared up at him, making him smile as he stared down at me.

  “I’m sorry I left you so long,” he rumbled.

  My brow rose.

  He wasn’t even going to deny it. He knew for a fact that he’d been gone too long.

  Which made me look over at the bag in his hand.

  “What’s in that?” I questioned.

  He gently tossed the bag to the sofa behind me, then leaned sideways and propped the neck of the guitar up on the wall that I was standing next to.

  “Essentials,” he said once he’d straightened.

  I blinked. “What kind of essentials?”

  I sounded snippy, even to my own ears.

  But shit! He’d left me alone half the morning in his house and hadn’t answered a single text message!

  “The kind that we need later,” he answered cryptically, but also warily. “How bad do you want to kick me in the nuts right now?”

  My lips twitched. “Somewhere between kind of contemplating it and somewhat contemplating it.”

  He chuckled then brought his hand up and ran his fingers delicately across the length of my cheekbone.

  “I didn’t have any cell reception,” he admitted. “And when I started driving, I was too focused on the road because I’d never driven an RV of your size before.”

  It took me a few seconds to understand that he wasn’t gesturing to my actual size, but my RV’s size.

  “You went and got my RV?” I squeaked.

  He nodded. “I did.”

  I frowned. “I would’ve gone with you.”

  His eyes went soft as he looked down at me, changing the direction of his stroke to encompass my chin, too.

  The sensation was weird, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to pull away from him because it was tickling me or lean into his touch because it felt nice.

  “I didn’t want you to change your mind, so I went and got your RV,” he said. “I need you to take me back to my bike once we’re done.”

  I frowned, panting slightly. “Once we’re done with what? I can take you now. My clothes are clean and dry.”

  The rough, wide palm of his hand not stroking my face slid up the outside of my thigh, making my heart start to speed up.

  Okay, now I completely understood what he meant.

  All doubts were knocked from my mind, and I was left thinking about one thing, and one thing only.

  Him. His hands on me.

  His mouth on me.

  Me riding him.

  All of those things went through me at once, and I was practically panting seconds later as I found myself pressing up against him.

  His body was hard all over, including the arousal contained by his jeans.

  It was like a long, steel bar that ran down the left side of his pants.

  I licked my lips as I shimmied my hips, causing his hand to curl around the curve of my ass and pull me in just a little bit tighter.

  I was considering unbuttoning his pants, and shucking my shirt, when I went from standing on my own free will to wrapping my arms around Castiel’s waist. I went from standing to laying down in the next instant, Castiel’s big body pushing my thighs apart as he settled in between them.

  Before I could gasp at the cool air kissing my now-overheated pussy, he was pressing his hard cock to me, grinning down into my face.

  “Glad we’re both on the same page now,” he teased, swiveling and pressing down hard.

  I moaned and felt my eyelids go heavy.

  “It took me a few seconds,” I admitted. “But yes, I’m definitely on the same page now.”

  He dropped his mouth to mine, startling me with the intensity of his kiss.

  He didn’t lead up into a hard kiss but instead took it like it was his to take.

  And it was.

  I’d give it to Castiel freely any time he wanted it.

  Any. Time.

  Which he knew based off the grin on his face as he pulled away.

  Then a thought occurred to me, dousing me with a dose of cool reality.

  “We don’t have any more condoms,” I breathed, feeling something crunch underneath of us as he pushed me upward on the couch.

  He reached over and yanked the paper bag out from under me, grinning while he did it.

  “I had to pull the damn RV over in a convenience store parking lot to stop and get these,” he said as he dumped the bag’s contents out onto the coffee table beside him. I glanced over as he did, seeing not one but four boxes of condoms. I grinned and turned back to him as he said, “It was totally worth pulling out across five lanes of traffic thanks to that look right there.”

  He sat up from my body and started stripping out of his clothes.

  Using my time advantageously, I stripped off what I was wearing—his t-shirt and pants—and tossed them onto the coffee table next to the pile of condoms.

  While he was working on his jeans, I reached for the first box I found and ripped it open, causing condoms to fly everywhere.

  They were shades of neon.

  I chose the brightest one—the hot pink—and ripped it open.

  Before he even had his pants all the way down his legs, I was fitting the condom to his cock.

  The move was still so awkward that I fumbled slightly, but he saved my bacon by helping guide my bumbling hands. Once his cock was sheathed in the bright pink, I couldn’t help the wide smile that lit my face.

  “I like it,” I teased, running the tip of one finger down the underside, causing his abs to tighten.

  He started to crawl back over me, but I quickly slid away, and then patted the couch.

  He grinned and took a seat, and I nearly moaned as the length of his hard cock bounced but ultimately stayed perfectly straight.

  I crawled over him, sliding myself up over his chest and making sure to graze the tips of my nipples along the hard planes of his chest.

  His own nipples tightened in response, causing me to grin wickedly.

  “You like what you do to me?” he asked, pulling me even closer to him.

  I widened my legs and sat directly on top of him, looking down to see his cock poking out from between the gap in my thighs.

  I couldn’t help myself from rocking forward and backward on him as I answered his question.

  “I like everything about you,” I admitted. “Even when you were being surly and mean, I liked you. Which pissed me off because I didn’t want to like you. I wanted to hate you because you were an asshole.”

  He grinned at my blunt words, lifting one heavy breast and bringing the tip of my nipple to his mouth.

  I felt the tickle of his beard hairs on my breast as he sucked the turgid peak directly into his mouth and gave it a good, hard suck.

  I nearly bowed right off of his lap in reaction.

  The sensations that poured through me were unreal.

  “Jesus,” he said. “One more arch like that and you’ll have me inside of you before you’re ready.”

  He was right. I could already feel him at my entrance, and it wasn’t a bad feeling at all.

  But, what he said was right. I couldn’t just go sticking his cock in me all willy nilly. The act took preparation because he was so big. He’d have to work me up to
taking him.

  I’d never in all our sexual experiences taken him without at least first having his fingers in me to help stretch me.

  But when he took my breast back into his mouth and flicked the tip of my nipple with his tongue, I couldn’t help myself. I arched all over again, this time successfully notching the head of his cock to my entrance.

  Seconds later, I was wiggling and fighting to breathe as he filled me and sucked on my nipple.

  It was a magnificent experience, the dual sensations. He was stretching me, filling me so full on one end, and making me feel sparks of euphoria as he sucked.

  I panted as I slowly straightened my thighs, leaning forward so he would slip back out of me.

  Once he was at my entrance, I slowly sank back down, this time taking more than half of him before I had to repeat the process.

  We did this over and over again until finally he was fully inside of me.

  I felt so full—and so right.

  Nothing had ever felt this right before.

  Not a thing.

  I knew without a doubt that all the worrying I’d done that morning was for nothing.

  I’d worried, nitpicked, and ultimately told myself that this was a bad idea and talked myself out of the entire thing, and for what?

  The only thing I’d accomplished was ruining my morning.

  “Ride me, baby,” he ordered, pinching my nipple and causing me to snap out of my thoughts. “Or I’ll be forced to take over.”

  I grinned and leaned forward so that both breasts were pillowed on his chest, and then wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face into the crook of one arm.

  Then I started to ride him, slowly at first until he urged me faster with his hands on my hips.

  The slapping and harsh breathing was the only thing that could be heard in the small cabin around us, making me highly aware of every other sound that occurred.

  When I went to slow down, Castiel urged me on, going as far as to take complete and utter control of the mating act by thrusting his hips upward and pushing mine down.

  I moaned into my arm and started to twist my hips upward, allowing him to hit that perfect spot inside of me that never failed to make me come, and make me come hard.

  It was as the second one hit that Castiel squeezed my ass cheeks so hard that I went from there to there. My orgasm flowed over me like a shallow wave, pulling me under at first until I hit some sort of current that continued to hold me under. On and on it went as Castiel continued to fuck me through it.

  It was only after I’d come, and finally stopped, that he allowed himself to go, too.

  His entire body stiffened underneath of me. Like a rock-solid wall of granite.

  When I felt his cock pulsing, I said what was at the tip of my tongue instead of thinking it all the way through.

  “I want to feel you explode inside of me next time,” I whispered against his neck.

  He stiffened even further as a grunt escaped his mouth.

  Then all was still as the only thing that could be heard any longer in the quiet cabin was our breathing.

  After what felt like minutes, but was only seconds, he pushed my hips up, allowing him to fall free of me. His cock hit his belly with a meaty thud, and I couldn’t help the smile that graced my lips.

  “I was being completely serious, too,” I whispered. “I want to feel your release inside of me. I want it running down my leg…”

  “Do you want to be fucked again so soon?” he asked. “Keep talking about it, and it’ll happen.”

  I laughed as I lay limply on his chest.

  “I have no control of my faculties yet,” I admitted. “You’d have to do all the work, but I wouldn’t be opposed.”

  He chuckled and turned until I was lying on the couch lengthwise. Seconds later, he was up and moving toward the bathroom, snapping the condom off his penis as he moved.

  I watched his ass flex and bunch as he did, continuing to watch it until he disappeared into the bathroom.

  He closed it behind him, but I could still see a sliver of him through the door.

  And when I did, I frowned at what I saw.

  Him leaning over the sink with his head hung, arms stiff on either side of the porcelain bowl. He looked contemplative. Sad, maybe.

  And I got up and walked toward the door before I could think about what I was doing.

  “Hey,” I said, cracking the door open a little more. “Are you okay?”

  He nodded. “You have no idea how much better you made it. I wasn’t okay…but now I am.”

  I frowned.

  “And before you ask, that’s all you’re going to get out of me today. One day, I’ll give you the whole sordid tale…but not yet,” he said. “Not today.”

  I nodded once.

  “How about we go get your bike, then?” I asked, voice sounding hopeful. “I’d love to go for a ride.”

  He grinned.

  “Unfortunately, that ride’s gonna have to wait,” he murmured. “Easton got a hit on the email account that our unsub uses to upload his videos. Once I get my bike, which does have to be now, I have to go there and see what I can help him with.”

  I immediately went back out to the living room and started putting on my clothes. Once I was ready to go, I gestured to the door with my chin.

  That was when I saw the cat at the window, looking in like he was pissed for being forgotten.

  “You do have a cat!” I said as he walked with me toward the door.

  “Told you I did.” He laughed as he opened the door. “But don’t go tryin’ to pet him. He really is an asshole and will take a swipe at your fingers before you touch him.”

  I admired the cat from afar, always cognizant of people with more knowledge than me warning me of something.

  “I’ll have to feed him good stuff so he likes me,” I offered. “Hey, why are all the blinds open in my RV? And why is the television on?”

  He looked over at it and shrugged. “I only stole your keys and closed the pop outs. The television was on when I got there. The blinds were open, too.”

  I frowned harder. “Maybe Bud went over there before he left.”

  “He was watching your porn files then.” He laughed. “Because those were what was on the television as I made my way inside.”

  “I don’t even know what to say to that.” I shook my head. “I’d rather not even think about it, either.”

  Chuckling, he led me to the passenger side of my truck and opened it for me.

  I rolled my eyes as I got inside, finding it funny that he was driving but just assumed that I realized that since he drove us to the Thanksgiving dinners. It wasn’t that I cared, but he could at least tell me he was.

  But, as Castiel rounded the front of the truck, the only thing I could see of him was the top of his shoulders, his bearded chin and the side of his face, and I realized that that was just who Castiel was. He was a man’s man and wouldn’t ever make apologies for it.

  “Ready?” he asked as he started my truck up.

  I nodded.

  “Something wrong?” he asked as we pulled out of his driveway.

  I shook my head, unwilling to give him shit for a habit that was probably ingrained into him from childhood.

  Speaking of childhood.

  “Your parents ever get ahold of you?” I asked.

  He frowned as he pulled out onto the main road and headed in the direction of the campsite.

  “No,” he grunted. “How do you know about them trying to contact me?”

  I shrugged. “Why do you still have a home phone?”

  He grinned. “Because it was a package deal. Get the phone with the cable and internet. They called on the landline then? Did you answer it?”

  “No.” I shook my head and leaned into the middle console as he took another turn. This one down a much bumpier road. “I listened to the message, though. Your mom called and said she was sorry.”
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  He snorted. “She’s full of shit.”

  I shrugged. “Whatever the reason…I think you should hear her out. She sounded awful on the phone.”

  He sighed and continued to drive, not stopping to talk until we were at the gates that led to the campgrounds.

  After nodding at the attendant, he made his way past before he said anything to my reply.

  “I’ll talk to them when I’m ready,” he admitted. “But, just sayin’, they pissed me off. It may not be until next year some time that I get over it.”

  I pointed out a toddler that was rushing fast toward the road, with what looked like the toddler’s big brother fast on his heels.

  Castiel slowed and waited for the big brother to catch the toddler before taking the last turn that led to where my RV had once been located.

  “I think you should…holy shit.”

  Chapter 18

  I burned 200 calories by avoiding my aunt at the supermarket.

  -Text from Turner to Castiel

  Turner

  The first time that I was meeting Castiel’s crew of misfits, better known as the Bear Bottom Guardians MC, as Castiel’s new girl wasn’t supposed to be like this.

  But as we were all staring at his destroyed motorcycle in the barn at Castiel’s house, I realized that I’d have to get used to the MC’s intensity.

  They were there to stay, just as I hoped Castiel was.

  “Any idea what happened and why?” Wade asked.

  Castiel shook his head and touched the tip of his toe to the bent exhaust pipe.

  “Nope,” he said. “There’s absolutely no surveillance in the park. Not even a person that monitors the area. That part of the park is rarely used due to the size of the spots. They’re the last to be filled, and only when it’s absolutely necessary since that particular other lot that is next to hers is the owner’s private spot that is never used. Not even during busy season. It’s always left open upon explicit orders via the owner.”

  I frowned. “If that’s the case, what’s with the man that was staying there camping out of his car?”

  Castiel’s eyes went from the bike to me.

  “What?” he asked.

  “There was a man staying at the other campsite,” I said. “He slept in his car.”