Nomads' Fall: Burning Bastards MC (20 page)

“While Knight and I were overseas, the old man checked on my mother for me, and when we got back, they were living together. I took the money I saved while I was deployed, and bought into a tool company that manufactures maintenance equipment for several different areas of manufacturing. Knight bought into the same company, and we don’t have to do a thing there but collect our checks. So we started buying houses at auction, and without being falsely modest, we made a shit ton of money rehabbing and selling them. We got the club in on that gig, and when the market crashed on housing, and people were losing their houses right and left, we snapped a bunch up. Rentals are a main source of income for the club now.”

Demon wondered what she thought about him telling her his life story, well as much as he could share with her for now. He stood, and winced every step of the way to the fridge to nab another beer.

Jolly winced from watching him, thinking he was a typical macho asshole. They jump right into doing some heavy work without stretching or working up to the challenge. She knew she could help alleviate the pain he was feeling right now, and the pain he’d deal with tomorrow wouldn’t be as intense as it would be if she left him to suffer. She sighed, it wouldn’t be a hardship to work over those thick muscles covering his body, in fact, she could feel that slut inside of her grinning in anticipation.

She stopped him from heading back to the porch. “I’ll tell you what, big guy, since I can’t stand to watch you groan and grunt with every step, why don’t you wait a minute and I’ll grab a sheet to cover the carpet.” She hurried into the hallway and came back with a large flannel sheet, and a bottle of body oil she’d picked up today, thinking about rubbing out her legs after a long day of working in the campground as Gladys had warned her.

She spread the sheet on the carpet, and, “Okay, you’ll need to buck down, so I can work on those tree trunks you call legs.” He nodded and made his way over to where she’d set up shop. “You don’t have to worry that I’ll hurt you. I have a certification in Massage Therapy, and two years of college, where I planned to get a degree in Nursing.”

Chapter
Nineteen

Demon did his best not to groan while getting to his knees, and had to hold onto the couch cushions while he lowered his naked body to the floor. “You can’t hurt me, princess, bigger men than you have tried.” The groan that escaped him when he finally settled on his stomach, with his arms at his sides, embarrassed him, but right now, he couldn’t care less. He still couldn’t resist teasing her a little. “I think it’s only fair that if I have to be naked, you should at least ditch those ugly shorts. Don’t you have a bikini or something?”

She knelt next to his side and poured a generous stream of oil down his spine. “Yes I bought a bikini, but I’ve gained so much weight in the last two weeks I can’t wear it. Thing is, you don’t seem to understand something here. I offered to give you a massage to ease your pain, not as foreplay. Giving a man a massage doesn’t mean I plan to play the whore. You can get other benefits from what I do. So why don’t you shut it and let me do what I can to help these muscles you abused today?”

She spread oil over his shoulders and the small of his back, giving them a light rub, before crawling down to his feet. Oiling up her hands she started working from his toes up into his calves.

He startled her with his demand, “Tell me about you. Why were you on the run, and what’s the deal about just finding out William Kelly is your father? It’ll help take my mind off the pain.” He wanted her story, and he told her the truth, listening to her sexy voice talking did help take his mind off his body aches and pains.

It kind of bugged her that Demon and Knight kept calling her princess. She wondered why they’d picked a name like that to tag her with, but his request for information about her life seemed harmless enough. There was no reason for her to hide anymore. William had made sure she understood that Porter and James wouldn’t be harming anyone again.

“Well, my name was always a mystery, it’s not like people really name their kids Jolly. Other emotions make good names, like Cherish, but now that I think about it, that’s not a great name either. Hope, that’s a good name. Anyway, it seems William used to call my mother Jolly when they had their fling, because she was always happy and smiling.”

She dug her fingers into the tight muscle of his thigh, finding the knots and holding pressure on the knot until it released its tightness, and she moved on to the next one. “Since this is going to take a while, I’ll give you the long boring version of my story. By the time I’m done, you’ll probably be asleep.”

She started her tale at the tender age of six, and by the time she’d gotten to the reason for her stint as a pole dancer, he was asking questions, in between moaning and groaning. Her hands seemed to love the feel of his glutes, they were more than a handful of solid muscle, and she thoroughly worked on those delectable rounds, before working her way up his back and shoulders. Her hands made long slow strokes over his smooth back. The oil made the tattoos on his skin almost come alive with her manipulation of the flesh and muscle beneath them.

“So you’ve been running for over two years with little or no money, and no one to help you? How in the hell did you survive?”

“Time to roll over, big guy, I can get to the front of your thighs easier and your chest has muscles that need to be stretched too.” She patted his ass, and sat back from his side so he could move. Shaking out the cramping in her fingers while he warned her.

“You gave me a chubby, so don’t freak out when I roll over and you get to see what you caused, princess.”

She was impressed with his ‘chubby’ as he called it, but no way that thing could be called merely chubby. She looked at his prick, and looked back at his face to talk. If she didn’t look at his face she might give into temptation and rub the tension out of
that
muscle, and after her lecture about therapy massages, that wouldn’t do at all. It would be too hard to convince him that she hadn’t wanted to get him excited, all she wanted was to take his pain away. She tossed a hand towel over his hips. His prick tented the terry cloth, but at least she was fighting the good fight.
Taking the high road, and it sucked
.

Jolly shook her head, “If that’s what you call a chubby, then you haven’t been watching as much porn as you bikers are reputed to watch. Don’t you guys sit around whacking off and watching women lick each other while you have a woman giving you oral sex? Or is my education lacking in biker lore?” She began again at his toes, working her way up his thick calves and thighs. “The pervs used to jack off in the dark corners at the Lady, we all saw them. I tried not to look, but sometimes it’s like a train wreck. You know?”

Her descriptions weren’t much of a surprise to him, but if she was a stripper, “How did you stay almost innocent with a job like that? I know it sounds like I’m judging, but truth is, I’ve been in strip clubs, and never had a stripper turn down cold hard cash.”

She dug her thumbs into his chest muscle and didn’t let up until he grunted. “Not every stripper is a whore or prostitute, for your information, it wasn’t a job requirement to fuck the patrons. Some of the girls did, I wasn’t one of them. I told you, being a discarded fuck toy was never high on my list of things I wanted to do with my life. I danced, I stripped, and I collected my money, then I went home, alone, in that order.” She sat back on her knees, and stood.

Demon knew he’d fucked up, but he had to know. Some jealous little bug crawled up his ass, and he had to hear it from her. He reached a hand up, and she thought he wanted help getting off the floor, so she reached down to grasp his hand and found herself on his wide chest.

“I wasn’t implying a damn thing. Do you think I couldn’t tell that you weren’t a whore? Even if Knight hadn’t told me about your first meeting, and even after talking to you, the little bits of conversation we’ve had, there was no signs of you ever being a whore, so stop thinking like that. If nothing else told me what you are, the difficulty in sticking my cock inside your little pussy would be more than enough for any man to know you had very little experience. The only thing indicating your non-virginal status was that I didn’t feel a hymen when I finally got inside of you.” He stroked her back and held her to his chest with the other arm.

“As for this shit about becoming a fuck toy, you’ve seen my body, what is the first thing a woman thinks of when she sees me with my clothes on? I’ll tell you, because I get told all the time, they want to fuck me. They want to see me naked. Hell, one woman wanted me to let her lick chocolate off my chest while she fucked me, and her old man wanted to take pictures of us like that.

“When women see me naked, they either back off fast, or look at my prick like it’s a fucking challenge. They don’t give a shit about me, my packaging is attractive to them. Remember you telling us that we don’t know you? Try being a horn dog like me and Knight. After a while, fucking is just a bodily function, it doesn’t matter if you know the snatch or not. Hell, it don’t matter to her what my name is, she’s there and eager to have my dick. Afterwards, she goes to her friends and brags that she fucked a guy with a big cock, and I move on until the urge and opportunity hits me again.

“I saw you, and something twisted in my guts, Knight said you have that special something for him too. We had some things to iron out between us before the storm came up, and once we took care of that, the next subject was you. We both want you, I think you figured that out already. We weren’t exactly smooth when we offered to make you our old lady. The truth is, we already let one woman like you that had a special appeal for us slip right by. We didn’t want that to happen again. Our offer wasn’t worded like it should have been, and we sounded like a couple of caveman assholes to you. We rushed it, and I’m sorry, but you need to understand we don’t want you to slip past us. Women want love and hearts and flowers and shit like that, but until we can call it love, would you settle for commitment and great sex while we get to know each other better?”

All the while he was talking, his hands had been rubbing her skin. Jolly realized her shorts were down around her knees, and her t-shirt was pulled up in the back almost to her neck. While she thought about his explanation for their offer to make her an old lady, his fingers were pulling her thighs apart, and the shorts slipped off one ankle and he pulled it over his hips. Her clit was mashed against his thick cock, and his hands held the cheeks of her ass as he slid her up and down his length slowly. The glide was easy because she was soaking both of them with her body’s juices.

“If you don’t want this, say something now. I want inside you more than I want to breathe.” His hands clutched her hips continuing the sensual massage of their bodies.

Jolly had to agree with him, she wanted to feel that thick prick deep inside, stretching her vaginal tunnel and kissing her cervix causing that small shock of biting pleasure. “Demon.”

He interrupted her. “My name’s Nail. I want to hear my name coming from your lips when we’re together like this.”

Why’d he have to say things like that? Every word he said made sense and gave her hope, because in spite of the short time she’d known him and that arrogant ass Knight, she knew she’d consent to doing whatever she could to make their arrangement work without totally debasing herself and becoming a mindless fuck toy. If she didn’t at least try, she knew she’d always wonder what if. She was stronger than her mother, she would live her life to the fullest, with or without the two men. It might kill something inside her if they couldn’t love her like she deserved, but she would survive.

She raised her head, and waited for his eyes to open and meet her own. “Make love to me, Nail.” She gripped his wide shoulders and pulled herself up to meet his lips with her own, licking the seam. “I love the feeling of your skin against mine.” She kissed his jawline. “I love the way you taste on my tongue.”

The feeling of his thick cock entering her was amazing. There was no hurry or force, her body absorbed him inside, and she felt the big body beneath her shake. His hands gripped harder on her hips and she braced herself up and back to bring him deeper. Her breath hissed out between her teeth, even as his thickness slid further in, she felt the burn of her channel widening to accommodate his cock. She raised herself up halfway to her knees and slowly lowered herself back over him. On her next down stroke she swiveled her hips to one side slightly and then the other. His hands took possession of her breasts and nipples.

The scrape of rough thumbs rubbing over the tops of her nipples made her gasp and him moan.

“Oh fuck, Jolly, you’re driving me crazy, woman. That’s right, baby, take all of me you want, just don’t fuckin’ stop moving, don’t stop.” He propped himself on his elbows and leaned up to take a hard nipple into his mouth and sucked it strongly mashing it on the roof of his mouth with his tongue. He allowed that breast to bounce back and latched onto the other one. He was moaning and she could feel the vibration travel through her breast. Knowing she was bringing this giant man such pleasure made her body gush even more of its juices and she pushed back harder trying to take the entire length and breadth of his prick.

She sat back onto his hips and sealed their bodies. There was no choice, her body demanded she grind down hard while he was as deep as he could go. The pleasure hit her and she jerked her hips screaming his name and digging her short nails into his wide chest.

Demon had momentarily stopped all movement of his own while he watched her head fling back and the scream come out of her wide mouth.
Fuckin’ beautiful
. The little scratches on his chest made him smile. He was entranced by the sight and feel of her pleasure, unaware he was still rubbing her ass cheeks and verbally praising the beautiful woman with the tightest pussy in the world. “You’re squeezing me so fuckin’ tight I can’t move. I can feel the way your pussy is grabbing me, fuckin’ awesome.”