Exquisite Redemption (Iron Horse MC Book 3) (6 page)

“So what do you do, Mr. Beach?”

Snapped out of the porno running in my head, I ran her question through my mind and hesitated. I didn’t want to go into detail about my job, not when we’d just met. It might freak her out, or she could be one of those bitches who would fall to her knees as soon as she figured out just how much influence I have in the world. And how much money. Unfortunately that kind of easy pussy didn’t do anything for me for beyond a fuck and I’d reached the point in my life where I wanted more from a woman than sex.

Still testing the waters, I answered her question with one of my own. “How ’bout you, sugar. What brings you to Sturgis?”

She rolled her eyes with a grin. “Evasive much?”

Smirking, I had to resist the urge to run my hands along the endless expanse of her toned thighs. This woman seriously had a body better than anything I’d ever seen. Add to that her drop-dead gorgeous face, and my desire to have her moaning beneath me had me edgy. When I returned my gaze from her amazing tits, again, to her eyes, I found her smirking at me.

Playtime was over.

Staring her down, studying each nuance of her expression in the flickering light of the fire, I leaned closer, liking how her breath caught. “Why don’t you ask me what you really want to know?”

“And what, exactly, do I really want to know?”

I’m sure she meant those words to come out snarky, but instead they came out all husky with arousal. “You want to know what it’s gonna be like to fuck me.”

Her long lashes fluttered and she pursed her lips, obviously trying to decide if she should be offended. “What makes you think I want to fuck you?”

“Right now, your nipples are poking out of your shirt, beggin’ me to suck on them. Your pulse is bangin’ in your neck and your pupils have almost swallowed the beautiful blue of your eyes.” Leaning forward, I took an audible sniff, my hands instinctively clenching on her firm thighs. “And I can smell your pussy. Bet if I touched it you’d be wet for me, your clit nice and swollen. I’m gonna make you come until you pass out in my arms, then I’m gonna fuck you in your dreams.”

She licked her lower lip and I was dying to taste that plump flesh myself. Without a doubt, she had the most perfect dick-sucking lips I’d ever seen. The more I studied her, the more obsessed I became with her, until I could have been in the middle of Niagara Falls, ’bout to go over the side and plunge to my death, but I still wouldn’t have looked away from her until the Grim Reaper took me.

Her fingertips rested against my thighs and I swore I could feel the heat burning through the thick denim of my jeans. “A lot of guys say they can go the distance, but few can. What makes you think you can even make me orgasm once?”

The gleam of mischief shone in her gaze and I liked the sparkle it put there. No fucking way did she not feel this insane connection between us. Besides, if there was one thing I was confident about, it was my ability to please women. “I make pretty little girls like you beg for mercy, make them please their
Papi
before I give them my dick.”

“
Papi
?”

“Love it when you call me that.”

“
Papi
?” Her eyes widened. “You mean like you enjoy women calling you essentially Daddy in Spanish?”

“Yep. Nothin’ too crazy, I just like to take care of my woman.” Well, actually, with sweet butts I didn’t give a fuck, but with the rare woman I’d dated, it was different. Sarah was different. “It satisfies me to know my baby girl is taken care of, that she lives an easy life.”

She jerked her head back and frowned. “Are you into age play?”

“What?”

“You like me to call you
Papi
, and you sure call me baby a whole lot, you’re not into that absolutely wrong and foul incest play?”

“No.” My gut clenched at the very idea. “Fuck no. It’s a cultural difference, the slang meanin’ way different from the direct translation. Like when I call you baby it’s not ‘cause I think you’re a baby, not with those tits-”

Giving my arm a soft smack, while laughing, she said, “Hey now!”

“Just trust me, I am more than aware you are a woman.”

She stroked my shoulders with a gentle touch. “Sorry, didn’t mean to offend you. I’ve run into some guys with some super-weird fetishes and I just wanted to make sure. I have an identical twin sister and some men have a sick thing about it. Fucking nasty and it pisses me off. Especially when it happens to her. My sister is the sweetest, nicest, kindest, most naive woman in the world. To hear someone talk to her like that is offensive. I’ve kicked more than one guy’s ass because of it and let me tell you, I bet they’re too scared to even
think
about us when they jerk off anymore.”

It took some effort, but I managed to keep the laughter off my face as she scowled at me, so fucking cute. “I don’t blame you. I don’t have any brothers or sisters by blood, but I have ’em by friendship and I’d do the same damn thing. No one talks to family that way, you did the right thing.”

“Thank you!” She threw her hands up in the air, her breasts lifting and moving as she gestured wildly. “Some people don’t understand that just because we’re conventionally pretty, doesn’t mean we’re inanimate objects with no feelings. When you say those things to my sister, you’re not talking to someone like me who can handle your shit. You’re talking to a high-functioning, brilliant autistic woman who is a way better person than you can ever hope to be.”

Her hands finally settled back on her lap and she let out a little huff as I examined her. “Sounds like you love her a lot.”

“I do.” Tears suddenly filled her eyes and she abruptly sat straight up. “She’s special, innocent, and it’s my job to protect her. Too bad I screwed that up as well. Shit.”

Not liking the utter desolation that filled her face, I couldn’t resist reaching out and smoothing her hair back. “What happened?”

For a moment I thought she was going to open up to me, then something flashed through her eyes too quick for me to identify, and she shook her head while laughing softly. “Fuck, that weed is really strong. Thorn said it was strong, but wow, it’s strong.”

I allowed myself one touch of her cheek with the back of my knuckles, unable to be near her without wanting a physical connection. “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” She gave me a brilliant smile that didn’t reach her now cool and guarded eyes. “Sorry, I get really chatty-ranty sometimes when I’m high.”

“Chatty-ranty?”

“Yeah, you know, go off on a tangent and babble.  Swear to me right now you will never, ever talk politics with me when I’m high. It really isn’t pretty and I tend to get a little heated.”

“Alright,” I said with a chuckle while she relaxed further. “Though I happen to like it when you rant. Your tits shake when you start swingin’ your arms around. No man is gonna give a shit what you’re sayin’ when he’s got those beauties in his sites.”

For a moment she stared at me, then burst out laughing when I winked. “Dick. So basically if a woman is naked she can throw a fit and you wouldn’t notice?”

“Oh, I’d notice. Then I’d spank her and fuck the shit out of her until she calmed down. Give a woman enough orgasms and you can screw the bitch out of anyone.”

Giggling, she smacked my leg lightly. “You’re such an asshole.”

“Why? You know it’s true. And you know just as well as I do that when a man is in a shitty mood, nothin’ will turn it around like a hard fuck.”

“Mmmm.” Her gaze went a little hooded and the coolness thawed from her icy eyes. “Good point. And sometimes a
man
needs a good spanking in order to behave.”

I couldn’t help the growl that escaped me. “Let me make one thing clear right now. I like control, I like to lead. It is who and what I am, and that extends to the bedroom, sweet Sarah. Doesn’t mean I won’t let you have fun, doesn’t mean I won’t let you tie me up once in a while if that’s what gets you off, but it does mean I’m gonna take you how I want and make you come so fuckin’ hard, just the brush of my breath on your overworked clit is gonna make you see stars.”

The shiver she gave me lit me up inside as arousal brought a flush high on her soft cheekbones.

Grinning, I slid my hands up her thighs until they were beneath her skirt, my thumbs resting close enough to her pussy that I could feel her heat. “And I’m gonna punish you when you’ve been bad.”

Instead of being offended, or disgusted, her fair brows rose up and a tremble ran through her. “Seriously?”

I couldn’t help but grin at her interested yet apprehensive expression, then leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “I like to take care of little girls who need a firm hand.”

She jerked back as if I’d breathed fire on her skin, but her hands now gripped my thighs tight. “You’re seriously into that kind of stuff? BDSM?”

Leaning closer, her perfume once again teasing me, Imurmured,
“
Corazón,
I like all kinds of stuff, but I don’t label it. I like what I like, and that’s to have control.”

She dropped her gaze to where her hands were now stroking my legs, playing with the muscles there. I kept myself in shape to keep me alive, not to look pretty, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t aware bitches liked a guy who took care of himself. Her continued quiet tweaked at my self-control, but I had to let her figure this out for herself. I had no idea what was goin’ on between us, but it was powerful and I wondered if she knew how unusual our connection was.

And fuck me, she was hot.

For this girl, I’d try vanilla if it was the only flavor I could get her in and fuckin’ love it.

What I wasn’t expecting was for her to look up at me, bold as hell, and whisper, “A man after my own heart.”

My cock jerked in approval. “Is that right?”

“Mmm-hmmm.” She lightly ran her nails up and down my forearms. “And I’m not afraid to ask for what I want, either.”

I couldn’t help but grin, loving the hell out of her ability to surprise me. “And what do you want?”

“I want a good, hard fuck. Think you can help me out with that?”

“Absolutely.” Then I forced myself to play this right, even if I wanted to just drag her off right now and screw her bowlegged. “How hard you want it?”

She looked up at me through her lashes and I groaned low in my throat as she gave me this somehow super-cute yet totally seductive pout. “As hard as you can give it to me,
Papi
.”

That word coming from her lips hit me right in the dick. I wanted to throw her down right on this bench and strap her arms to it with my belt, but that wasn’t the best idea I’d ever had, no matter what my dick said. “You better mean that, little girl, because I’m the kind of man who will make all of that happen.”

“But only for one night.”

I’d play her game, agree with her, but she was crazy if she thought I was gonna be satisfied with one evening in a hotel room with her. I live by my instincts and they’re telling me she belongs to me. I gently grasp her slender throat in one of my hands, amazed at how unblemished and smooth her skin looks compared to my scarred and tattooed skin.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good you’re never gonna want another cock again.”

“Promise?”

She knew just how to goad me, exactly what to do to make my already strong need for her turn savage.

My voice came out rough as I said, “Promise.”

Instead of speaking, she slowly nodded and her hips twitched as she wiggled with desire. Fuck yeah, she felt it. I swear even though we were a good inch apart, I could still sense her body against mine as if we were pressed skin to skin. In my thirty-two years on earth, I’ve been with my share of women, but I’ve never felt this kind of chemistry with anyone.

I closed the distance between us, the front of our bodies pressed lightly together. She sucked in a quick breath and shifted slightly, rubbing her breasts against my chest. “Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“I’ve got a hotel room.”

Her lips curved into a smile that slammed into me like a burst of sunshine in my chest. Damned if I wasn’t grinning back at her like a fool. A quick glance confirmed we were being watched closely by the crowd and I inwardly snarled. They were staring at us as if we were some fucking reality show for them to observe. Sometimes, being President sucked as far as privacy went. Everyone wanted a piece of me all the time. Even now I could see some high-ranking members of some of our affiliate clubs partying with us, and I should go shake some hands and drink some beers, but nothing short of a nuclear war could draw me away from the exquisite Sarah.

“Prez,” Hustler, one of my Enforcers, called out.

I didn’t even bother to look at him, just yelled back, “Not now.”

Obviously not catching my mood, Hustler strode up to us with a dark look twisting his face. His hazel eyes were a little glassy and his black hair messy, but his usual joking smile was missing so I knew whatever was going on was gonna be a fuckin’ pain. “We got a problem.”

“Handle it.”

He stroked his short goatee, a sure sign of anxiety. “No, we got a
problem
.”