A Rebel In The Roses (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 8) (6 page)

Fuck me
.

I can’t look away.

Her hips raise and she unbuttons her shorts, revealing her red panties.

I need to get up and shut my door or go to the kitchen.

I need a cold shower.

Dawn smirks and shoves her hand in her shorts, inside her panties, rubbing her pussy, playing with herself for me.

My fingers dig in my palms.

My dick is ready to pop the seam out of my jeans as I watch her hand gliding in and out the top of her panties. She pinches her other nipple, rolling it between her fingers. She’s exotic, erotic, forbidden.

She holds her other hand up, curling her pussy soaked finger in a come here motion. I shake my head, gathering the strength to put a pillow over my face. I try to think of shit to make my dick stand down.

I go to a dark place. It’s the only way to get the image of her out of my head.

I remember the day my father showed me the kind of man he really was.

I’m standing behind the counter of the bakery.  I was saving up for college. I had so many plans. I thought I was going to get out of that small town and move off to a bigger and better city. I thought a lot of things.

I never thought the man I had looked up to my whole life was anything other than my Uncle Paul, a ladies’ man. Damn was I wrong. Anyway, a man came in with his two kids and seemed comfortable with the question he needed to ask me. It was embarrassing, but I felt sorry for him and the girl. He said she needed some womanly effects.

I told him about Sunshine, my new aunt being upstairs. I thought it was weird she hadn’t been down since her and Paul had gotten married, but I figured they had enjoyed their first few nights as husband and wife a bit too much. I remember thinking how pretty she was and that I couldn’t blame him. 

I wasn’t expecting to see her come down the stairs appearing as if she had been in a terrible car wreck. She resembled something out of a horror movie.

I was stunned. I couldn't believe Paul had done that to her, beat her so badly, but he had and he was about to do a lot worse to me.

I’ll never forget the expression on his face when he came into the shop. He slammed the door so hard he nearly shattered the glass in the windows. I should have run out the door, but I didn’t know the fate I was about to meet.

He jerked me forward by the collar of my shirt. “You some kind of idiot boy? Why did you let that fucker take one step out of here with what’s mine? He took your mother…my wife, and now you are gonna pay for letting them walk away.”

I tried to say I was sorry, but my brain couldn’t process the words he had spoken. He called Sunshine my mother. That couldn’t be. I was still trying to understand what he had said as he dragged me to the kitchen and squeezed my mouth.

I didn’t realize what he was doing until it was too late.

He told me to stick out my tongue and I did like the idiot he knew I was. I didn’t even see the pocket knife in his hand. I didn’t even register the blade as it dug into my tongue.

I don’t even cry as I remember the pain, as I remember laying on the floor with a kitchen towel pressed to the wound.

Bringing my fingers to my mouth I touch my tongue, well what’s left of it.

Touching my scar reminds me I’m not worthy of anyone’s attention. I’m probably the butt of a joke for her friends.

When I hear a door close and a lock click I’m afraid to see if it’s my own.

When my bed dips under her weight and her perfume hits me I know I am fucked. She smells of cotton candy, so sugary, so sweet. It drives me crazy.

I want to hold her.

The thought of touching her is driving me mad.

I don’t even know her.

She doesn’t even know me.

If she knew the things I have done, she’d never come near me again.

I could tell her to get out.

I should make her go, but I don’t.

When her fingers touch my thigh, I swear I can’t breathe.

I bet her pussy is as pretty as the rest of her.

I’d love to find out if the drapes match the carpet.

I’d love to find out if her pussy smells and tastes as sweet as that cotton candy smell.

6

Dawn

I rake my nails over Mute’s thigh. He’s so shy with his pillow over his eyes. Like that could stop me.

Sunshine had to run back to town, she said something about needing eggs.

“It’s just the two of us. Your mom had to run to town,” I tell him, trying to encourage him. “She’ll be gone at least thirty minutes. Don’t you want to have a little fun with me?” I steal his pillow and he turns away from me.

“I know! You need one of the whores from the clubhouse to come get you off. Or I can suck your dick. You want me to suck you off Mute? I bet I can make you moan.” I lick my lips only half teasing.

I grab his crotch and he’s hard.
Shit
, he’s big, thick. I can hardly wrap my fingers around him.

“You think I’m pretty? Want to feel how wet I am? Want to smell my fingers?” I bat my lashes and laugh as I bring my hand to my nose.

His hand comes over mine, gripping my fingers so hard I fear they may break. “Nu.”

He can talk! “You fucking liar. You can talk, can’t you?”

He shoves away from me, and I lose my balance toppling to the floor.

“Don’t be mad, I want to give you a good time. I want to see if you ever smile.” I roll onto my stomach. His boots are level with my nose. I’m almost afraid he’s going to kick me until he squats down and offers me his hand.  I go to my knees, my eyes level with his. He licks his bottom lip, the scarring by the left corner begging for me to kiss it.

The scar is thick, raised, red, puckered and ugly. The left side of his face is mapped in similar lines.

I want to touch them, trace them with my finger, but am afraid it will hurt him. I’m afraid of what he will do if I try.

I take his offered hand and he helps me off the floor. He takes his shirt off and hands it to me.

“Cother op,” he says and his voice is so soft, caressing me straight to my pussy. He wants me to cover up, at least I believe that is what he was trying to say.

I don’t know why I am so drawn to him, but he fascinates me. 

There’s a dark sadness behind his eyes.

One I am good friends with.

“I like it when you talk Mute.” I toss the shirt he just gave me to the side and run my hand over his chest. He has scars, so many beautiful and painful scars. His outside matches how I feel inside.

“Your dad do this to you?”

He nods.

Rolling my head to the side I study his face. “Can I see your tongue? Will you show me?” I know I shouldn’t have asked him, but I can’t help but be curious. It was rude of me, but somehow I don’t think he truly minds.

I can’t help but wonder how much is missing.

Can he still kiss someone?

Could he kiss me?

Would he try?

He sucks in a breath and shakes his head.

“It’s okay you don’t have to.” I try to touch his face and he pulls my hand away, but he doesn’t let me go. My body is flush with his, my chest presses against his. I can smell the mint of his toothpaste as his breath tickles my face. “I think we’re going to be good friends Mute.” I stand on the top of my toes and kiss his good cheek.

He swallows hard.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

He nods. I touch my free hand to his soft dark hair. Most of it has been shaven off, but he’s attempting to grow it back.  He even has a beard thing going on, some places are bare, but I know he wishes it would cover his scars.

“Tell me,” I dare him.

He takes a step back dropping my hand. His eyes travel the contours of my chest. Just watching him take me in is about enough to get me off.

I take his hand back in mine.

“Touch me. I know you want to.”

He shakes his head.

He’s so frustrating.

He’s dangerous, forbidden.

I want him and I will have him.

Not today though.

“Whatever Mute. It’s cool. You wanna smoke a joint with me later?” I ask knowing I am pushing him too far too fast. He only just got here, and I am throwing myself at him—invading his personal space.

He cocks his head to the side, and for a moment I can only see the unmarked side of his face. He’s so handsome. He’s sort of beautiful in a weird and mesmerizing way.

He steps forward invading my space and I think I’ve won. His hands rub over my stomach, grazing my panty line. I roll my lips inward anticipating his next move. He grabs the top of my shorts with both hands and jerks me forward.

I’m trembling with desire. My clit rubs against the crotch of my shorts, the friction feels so good.

He buttons my shorts and spins me toward the door.

“Gu,” he barks the word at me like a slap to the face.

I don’t want to go but I do, but only because I hear Sunshine pulling up.

Kurt

I don’t want this night to ever end. I’ve got my woman and my brothers around me. We’re drinking and having a damn good time. Christa has loosened up after a few drinks and being sociable with the top bitches who are hanging around tonight.

Amy is here, but she isn’t drinking. Her and Truth are expecting. I’m real fuckin’ happy for him, but damn if I’m not envious. Not that I want to knock Christa up, but I wish I was going to have the chance if it were something we wanted.

I’d love to make her mine, put my claim on her properly. If she married me in the morning, we could have conjugal visits. Wonder if she’d ever go for that. She’d have my cut of the club’s pie if we were married. I know Tread said he’d look after her, but I want her to have my name, not only for protection, but because I love her.

I’ve never felt this way before.

I need this woman like I need the air in my lungs to breathe.

I need her like I need to feel the freedom of the open road.

Not only is she gorgeous, but it’s her heart that draws me near.

She has so much love to offer.

The way she cares for her Gram and puts her needs before her own is admirable. She doesn’t do it out of obligation, she does it because she wants to out of love.

Even with her brother, JT, she watches over him as a mother would, not only because he is her brother, but because she loves him as if he were her own.

She’d be the best mom ever.

I’d be so lucky to make a child with her, someday.

I down my jar of moonshine trying not to think about creating a child with the woman I love. It isn’t in the cards for us.

Maybe once I am released, but I don’t want to be a dad while I’m on the inside. Missing out on it all would kill me.

Christa laughs at something Truth said. I try to file the sound away for later, for a darker day.

I place my hand at the small of her back and guide her through the crowd, trying to avoid being sucked into pointless conversations.

I’m a man on a mission. A mission to fuck his woman good and proper.

“Tired already,” Christa purrs in my ear.

“Something like that,” I whisper and grab her ass.

“Kurt we can’t,” she says with wide eyes, pausing at the top of the stairs.

“Period weeks is what I like to call anal weeks, babe.” I laugh as she scowls.

The look on her face is priceless. She’s ready to cut my cock off and stuff it down my throat. “If you want that, then march your happy ass back down these stairs and go find you a whore.”

“Only woman I will ever want is standing in front of me.” I’m telling her the truth, there’s no one else. No other woman will ever compare. I want to slip my ring on her finger so damn bad.

I take her hand, caressing her ring finger, imaging how it would look and lead her down the hall to my room.

Inside my room, I push her against the wall, making my intentions clear. I want her and I intend to have her.

“Don’t be shy,” I tell her when she tries to squirm away from me as I kiss her neck.

“Kurt…,” she starts to tell me no.

Clamping my hand over her mouth, I tell her, “Stop trying to deny me woman or I’m gonna shove my cock down your throat. I want ya and I’m gonna have ya before the night is through. You can fight it, but you want me too. It’s our last night. Let me love you.”

She stops squirming and drops to her knees.

That’s what I’m talkin about.

Fuck,
I want her.

“Gonna shove that fat cock down my throat are you?” Her mouth is curved in a seductive smile.

I grin as she unzips my jeans and springs my cock free.

She licks her lips and shoves my denim to a pile at my ankles.

Her red nails wrap around my length with a gentle tug.

“Don’t take it easy on me woman. Put your mark on me.”

“Oh, I damn well plan on it.”

Her other hand cradles my heavy balls, massaging them, before she sucks them into her velvety mouth.

“Goddamn!” I rock back on my heels. She might just kill me before they can lock me up.

Her tongue runs over my sensitive skin, precum, beading at the tip of my dick.

I’m about to blow down her throat.

Christa

I’m down on my knees with Kurt’s strong hands buried in my curls. He’s pumping his fat cock in and out of my mouth fast, fucking the small hole I have him suctioned in. My tongue brushes against him and he stills. The salty taste of his precum coats my tongue. I know he’s so damn close.

I suck him hard, hugging my arms around his hips and squeezing his rear for support, and because I love his ass.

Kurt pulls back. “I know what you’re doing ain’t gonna work baby. I’m only cumming in that pussy.”

He pops from my mouth and I wipe my lips on the back of my hand. I shake my head.

“I’m on my monthly.”

“And you said you were almost off it. Do whatever you need to do. You have five minutes until I expect you on my bed naked and ready for me to make love to you.”

I’ve never had sex on my period, but something about the thought turns me on. Maybe it’s the forbidden aspect or just the fact that this is it. Come tomorrow night, I’ll be sleeping alone again.

I was just getting used to sharing my bed, and now it will be so cold and empty.

I smile at him trying not to think about goodbye.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I say trying to give him an out.

“Noted. Clock’s ticking.” He looks at his wrist as though he’s checking the time. He’s not even wearing a watch.

I shake my head. “I’ll be back.”

“Hurry woman,” he calls out as I shut the door.

I walk down the hall and to the bathroom. I dispose of my panty liner since I wasn’t bleeding that heavily anymore. I clean myself and dash back to my man after washing my hands.

Without thinking too hard on what we are doing, I shed my clothes and slip under the dark sheets next to him.

His hands and his mouth are on my body instantly as he rolls over top me. His hard cock is resting against my stomach as he kisses my mouth so damn tenderly.  His tongue brushes against mine as he deepens this kiss.

It’s a kiss that says I love you.

His eager lips move down my throat as he pushes his knee between my own. My legs fall to the side and I guide him inside me. He rocks into me slow and steady, his mouth never breaking free from my skin.

When he looks into my eyes, I see nothing but love radiating in his gaze.

The balls of my feet dig into the tight muscles of his ass as they clench with every thrust.

How am I going to let him go?

How can I give this up?

“Stay with me baby, stop thinking. Just feel. Feel how much you mean to me.” His forehead presses against mine as he draws out to the tip and slides back in.

I suck in a deep breath and let out a low moan of pleasure.

“I’m right here with you,” I whisper running my fingertips over his soft lips, needing to memorize every crease, savoring every second.

When he cums deep inside me I can’t help but wish we’ve created a life together. Something for me to hold on to. A piece of him, a piece of me, forming inside me.

He stays inside me as I milk every drop of his essence praying for strength to let this night end.

We stay locked together until we fall asleep.

I awaken later in the night with him ready to take me again.

And God does he take me to places I’ve never been, and I give him every piece of me to take with him when he goes.