Merrick: Harlequins MC (14 page)

Poppy grinned. “Never mind. What about your mother?”

“Beats me. I haven’t seen her in years. She and Dad divorced while I was still in high school. I wanted to stay with Dad, so she washed her hands of me. Last I heard she was living in Dallas. Married to a doctor, I think. What about you?”

Poppy shrugged. “Nothing to tell, really. Born and grew up in LA. Mom’s a choreographer, and Dad’s a scriptwriter. Went to school to be an actress. Did a few commercials as a kid, landed the gig on
Pool,
and here I am.”

Stacy sat their food in front of them. “Anything else?”

“Another beer for us, when you have a chance. No rush.”

“I’m good,” Poppy said, covering her almost mug with her hand.

“Bring it anyway. Once she bites into these tacos, she’ll want another.”

Stacy snickered and walked away.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?”

Merrick grinned. “No. Trust me. You don’t seem all that excited about being an actress.”

Poppy bit into her taco. It was scorching hot so she chased it with the beer, the flavors mingling and bringing out the flavor of both the meal and the beer. “Hot!” she gasped. “But you’re, right, the beer with the fish is really good.” She paused then looked at him. He was surprisingly perceptive. “I love being an actor. It’s all the other stuff I don’t like.”

“Like what?”

“Everything. Like tonight in the motel room. Everybody wants to run your life. Everyone wants something from you.” She paused as she looked at him. “You’re one of the very few people I’ve met who doesn’t seem to want anything from me. You treat me like everyone else, and I appreciate that.” She paused then decided to level with him. “I don’t have many friends because I can’t tell if they are being friendly because they like me, because they are being paid to be that way, or if they want something from me.”

He nodded. “Like Blake?”

Her mouth pulled down. “Like Blake. That really pissed me off he’s trying to use me. I hate that. And it’s not the first time it’s happened. On
Pool,
once my character started to take off, people started treating me different. At first I liked it, but then I found out they were saying one thing to my face then something else behind my back, or were trying to hitch their star to mine. Not one person on the set I thought was my friend actually cared about
me.
They only cared about what I could do for
them.
That was a hard lesson to learn. So now I don’t let people who can use me get close to me.”

“Which is why you come off as a ball-busting bitch.”

She looked down. “Yeah, I guess. I don’t mean to be that way. I respect the people in the cast and crew for what they bring, I really do. I couldn’t do my job without them. But I know they are being paid to be friendly and nice to me. I thought I was past that with the cast, then I find out about Blake. That’s why it was so refreshing for you to come in and be like you are. I feel like I can trust you. Can I trust you?”

Merrick grinned. “Poppy, I am who I am. If you don’t like it, that’s your problem.”

“It’s Pernella.”

“Pernella?” he asked, trying to keep up.

“Pernella Charlese Landry. Pernella was my maternal grandmother’s name, Charlese my paternal grandmother. Mom and Dad call me Perty. Poppy Landrieu is my professional name.”

“Okay, Perty it is.”

“Poppy is fine. That’s what everyone calls me, but I wanted you to know my real name.”

“What do you think of the tacos…Perty?”

Poppy grinned. “They’re great. Tell me what else the Harlequins do. It is like
Sons of Anarchy
?”

He grinned. “Being in the business, you should know better than that. We have around a 150 members. They pay dues to the club, and for that, they get the privilege of wearing the patch. We run occasional security gigs, like this, and a few other odd jobs here and there. Mostly we just hang out, drink beer, and shoot the shit. Unlike you, I
know
I can trust my brothers. I feel sorry that you’ve never had anyone you can trust to be there for you.”

“So if someone wants to join, and is willing to pay the dues, they can be a member?”

“No. To be a Harlequin, someone has to sponsor you. Then you’re a prospect for a year. Once the year is up, the club takes a vote. If seventy-five percent of the members vote to accept you, you’re in. Otherwise, you’re out. It’s a privilege
to be a Harlequin. We won’t accept just anyone and you have to earn the patch. We’ve had a couple people try to buy their way in, but that shit won’t fly with us.”

Poppy was pushing her plate away, having eaten only two of the three tacos, when Stacy sat two more beers on the table. “I’m stuffed.”

Merrick grinned. “Want to go work some of it off? You shoot pool?”

“Never tried.”

“Come on, I’ll teach you.” He picked up the two fresh beers and carried to where the five pool tables were clustered. He sat the beers on the shelf, then picked up a pair of cues, looking them over, before putting one back and selecting another.

They spent the next two hours shooting pool. Poppy was terrible, laughing hysterically at some of her worse shots, dancing around with her arms in the air when she accidently made a good one. Not one person had approached her for an autograph and, even better, nobody even seemed to recognize her, though she did catch several men admiring her ass as she bent over the table.

The best part of pool, as far as she was concerned, was having Merrick leaning over her, his crotch pressed into her ass, his big hands on hers, as he taught her to stroke the cue. He smelled wonderful, like sunshine and leather and dust, the way she thought a man should smell.

“You ready to go?” he asked as she drained the last of her second beer.

She sighed. “No, but I suppose we should. We have an early call tomorrow.”

He paid the tab then escorted her out, his arm around her waist, his hand resting lightly on her hip.

“I’ve had a simply wonderful time tonight. Thank you,” she said as they stopped at his hog.

He turned her to him and tipped her face up. He kissed her, slowly, gently, giving her plenty of time to pull back or turn away before his lips took hers, but she didn’t, her mouth opening for his exploration.

She felt the kiss all the way to her toes, a tingling wave of heat pouring over her that made her feel weak in the knees. If this had been the movies, she would have popped a leg to show how good it was.

He pulled back from the kiss, smiling slightly as her eyes slowly opened to look into his. “There is something I want from you,” he breathed. He felt her stiffen in his arms.

“What?”

“You sitting on my cock.”

Stared at him a moment as his lips pulled into a grin, causing her to burst into giggles. She decided to play along to see what he would do. “Because I’m Poppy Landrieu, number two on the
Hottest Female Actors in Hollywood
list?” She watched as his grin slowly faded.

“No. Because your Perty Landry…and I don’t give a shit about some list.”

“And it doesn’t bother you I’m black?”

“Does it bother you I’m white?”

“No.”

“So why should it bother me?”

She watched him, watched his eyes, and she saw no deceit there. “I’m going to be a mess on set tomorrow,” she whispered before pulling his mouth back to hers.

As the Harley thrummed between her legs, Poppy leaned in and held Merrick’s waist. The second kiss had been even more electrify than the first, and she couldn’t wait to get him back to her room. It has been almost a year since she’d had something between her legs that didn’t run on batteries, and she was afraid when she stood up she would look like she’d peed her pants. She smiled, unable to believe how much she was looking forward to having Merrick fuck the shit out of her, and she hoped his skills lived up to the promise his kiss made.

She walked through the front door, her helmet in her hand and a swagger in her hips. She was the personification of the badass biker bitch who was going to fuck this stud until his cock was shriveled and useless.

They rode to the second floor in silence, and she smiled as the door dinged. The moment the gap was wide enough, she slipped through and pulled her door card from her back pocket, swiping it through the lock and opening the door.

Merrick followed her through, placing his helmet beside hers on the table just inside the door. He was playing it cool but smiling to himself that Poppy was still turned on. She turned on him even before the door latched, melting into his arm and bringing her lips to his for a torrid kiss. As they kissed he began tugging her shirt out of her pants then opened the front. There was no seduction, both of them wanting the same thing. She gasped softly as he sucked on the curve where neck met shoulder as she worked to loosen his belt.

She stepped back and skinned out of her jeans and blouse, toeing her shoes off at the same time. She was so fucking horny she was afraid she was going to have an orgasm just from his kissing. She knew the Hollywood stereotype of people fucking and doing drugs at the drop of a hat. She didn’t think it was true, but even if it was, it didn’t apply to her. She wasn’t into drugs, and she’d only taken four lovers in her twenty-six years. She didn’t do one-night stands, but she couldn’t wait to get Merrick in her bed and between her legs.

Dressed only in panties and bra, Poppy threw the linens back on the big bed as he draped his colors over the side chair and pulled his shirt over his head. He finished opening his pants and sat down on the bed to pull off his boots, then stood again and stepped out of his pants, sliding his protection from his back pocket.

She almost gasped as he turned. Not only was he impressively endowed, the largest man she’d ever personally seen, but he was also cut and chiseled to perfection. She allowed her gaze to wander, admiring every bulge and valley of his body. Merrick was built like an Olympic swimmer, every muscle clearly defined but without the bulk of a body builder.

He watched as her eyes roamed, then met his, a smile coming to her lips as she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, holding it over her chest before allowing to fall slowly away. She slid out of her panties, turning as she did to allow him to see her ass, and a very fine ass it was, too. He felt a heaviness in his cock, as if he were approaching orgasm already. He smiled as he slid into the bed, sure that tonight would be one to remember.

As Poppy slid into the bed, he drew her into his arms, kissing her slowly, fully, then rolling her over to pin her to the bed as he began a slow exploration of her body.

She writhed and moved, his fingers and lips creating flairs of pleasure everywhere they touched, and they seemed to touch everywhere. She began to pant in anticipation as he kissed down her stomach, moving lower, ever lower, his breath hot as he kissed her most intimate area.

He smiled as her back arched, her hands coming to his head as he teased her with tongue and lips, her soft moan of pleasure making him ache for her. She was already on edge and he pressed his tongue in harder, opening her flower to find the hard point inside. She moaned again as she pressed up against his mouth, holding his head tight to her. He pressed in harder, then flicked her clit hard several times, enjoying her gasp.

“God, that feels good,” she whispered, placing a foot on his back for leverage to thrust slowly at his mouth. She’d been eaten out before, but in her overheated state, it had never been like this, the pleasure almost overwhelming in it intensity. She could feel her orgasm coming and she reached for it, straining for its cleansing rush, aching for its relief.

He continued to lick her slowly, not wanting to push her over the edge too soon, wanting to draw out her pleasure, when she grunted quietly, her body going stiff as she curled up, her shoulders rising off the bed as she softly jerked once, twice, three times before falling back to the bed with a gasp.

“God, what are you trying to do to me?” she giggled, before panting and blowing.

He smiled. She was quick off the mark, that’s for sure. He began to kiss up her body, reaching her lips and taking them slowly, giving her time to recover from her orgasm. She seemed content to kiss, but he was aching for her, so he rolled over to his back pulling her with him. She smiled at him and began to kiss down his length. She moved quickly, fleeting touches of her lips, before she took him into her mouth.

She wasn’t good at giving head, she knew that, but it appeared to be what he wanted, so she licked and teased the head of his cock. He was far too big to take more than only the first bit into her mouth before she would gag, so she covered him with licks and butterfly kisses. He was watching her and she smiled at him, taking him into her mouth, swishing the head of his cock with her tongue.

He allowed her to work him over. She was sexy as
hell,
but she couldn’t suck cock worth a shit. He started trying to help her out, moaning when she was doing something right, but she didn’t seem to get the message.

His soft moans had put her on edge. She didn’t want him to come, wanted to save him for fucking, so she stopped pleasuring him with her mouth before reaching over and taking the condom from the table, tearing it open, and unrolling the barrier over his shaft. As soon as his sword as sheathed, she swung a leg over and slowly settled over him, gasping softly as he slid into her.

“God, you feel good,” she breathed as she settled on his hips.

As she began to thrust, he cupped her breasts in his hands, caressing them slowly as he teased the nipples to hard point.

“I’m going to come,” she whispered, thrusting harder for a moment, then stopping, her face twisting in pleasure. She rose off of him and flopped to her back, inviting him between her legs.

He moved with her, tucking her knees behind his arms as he slid into her again. He pumped into her slowly, trying to keep her on boil but not push her over the edge.

“Harder,” she begged.

“What’s the rush?”

“I need to come. Make me come.”

He dropped her legs, and settled onto her, supporting most of his weight on his elbows as he began to drive into her with purpose. He took her lips, settling more fully onto her as she wrapped him in her embrace and held him tight with her arms and leg as her toes curled in pleasure. Again he felt her go stiff, her grunt higher pitched as she clamped down on him, holding him as he pressed in deep and held himself there, allowing her to take her orgasm, before she relaxed with a gasp and a giggle.

“Oh God,” she giggled, panting as her orgasm washed out of her. “Did you come?”

He rose up and looked at her to see if she teasing him. “Not even close,” he grinned.

“Really? Why not? Is something wrong?”

Her question surprised him. “Why not? Because I didn’t want to,” he said as he began to slowly thrust into her again.

She looked at him, trying to read him. “Nothing’s wrong?”

He realized she was serious so he gave her another leisurely kiss. “Nothing is wrong, but I’m in no hurry for tonight to be over,” he said murmured, stroking her face with a thumb. “Are you?”

“No, but…”

“But what?”

She smiled up at him as his slow, measured, thrusts began to thrill her again. “It’d just been a long time.”

He grinned. “Better now?”

She nodded with another giggle. She closed her eyes, the pleasure of him moving inside of her exquisite. All her previous lovers had been able to only last a few minutes, and she’d thought that was normal. Once again, Merrick was showing her there was more to him, and she wondered how long they could go. She opened her eyes and smiled at him.

“Okay, cowboy. Show me what’cha got.”

He smiled at her, liking the fire he saw come to her eyes, and began to drive into her harder and faster. He only had one condom with him, so he was going to have to show her what he had all at once.