Nothin' But Trouble (14 page)

“I’m
used to it.” The tone of his voice wasn’t arrogant as he spoke. He looked at
her. “But I’ve never gotten pleasure from it until you did it.”

Wow.
Gritty biker and a smooth
talker, too.
She cleared her throat and stared out the front
windshield. Lilly couldn’t look at him, not when just staring into his eyes had
her feeling she was back in high school and unable to control her hormones. “So,
where are we going?”

“I
thought we could have a picnic.”

That
had her turned to face him and lifting a brow in surprise.
“A
picnic?
Won’t it be getting dark soon?”

He
nodded and reached over to take her hand in his. “Yeah, but the picnic we are
having isn’t outside.” They drove for another five minutes before he pulled off
of the main road and moved up an incline. Finally he pulled to a stop in front
of a small house on a cleared out strip of land. There were trees on all sides
of them, but they weren’t too far out from town, and not deep into the woods.
This place was just a small house in its own little sanctuary. It was perfect.

“Is
this your place?” It might have seemed obvious that it was, but then again
nothing in Steel Corner should be considered obvious. She looked over at him.

“Yeah, bought it a couple of years ago.”
He stared at
the house, but then looked at her. “It was really nothing more than a corpse of
a building, but I had a lot of help from the club in fixing it up. It’s small,
with two tiny as shit bedrooms, but it works for me.” He leaned in, and she
knew he was going to kiss her, but the sound of an approaching car had him
pulling away from her and looking over at the driveway.
“Perfect
timing.”
He spoke to himself, but before he got out he leaned in, gave
her a quick peck on the lips, and headed out of the truck.

A
small and rusted Toyota made a U-turn in the gravel driveway, but the way he
stopped had the headlights flashing right in her face. There were some murmured
voices, but she couldn’t hear what was being said over the heavy bass coming
from the car, or see who Court was talking to because of the headlights. After
a few minutes the car left the property. Before Lilly could get out Court was
opening the door for her. He held two brown bags in his arm, and the scent of
chicken filled her nose. “You ordered food for our picnic?”

He
grinned and didn’t look sheepish at all. “Believe
me,
you do not want me cooking for you. I manage to burn toast.”

That
had her laughing. She grabbed his hand he held out and got out of the car. They
made their way toward the front door, and once he had it unlocked and opened he
allowed her to enter first. He turned the light on, and she heard him close the
door. Inside was what she would have expected for a bachelor in terms of
furnishings. It was clean, but it smelled of lemon, and she had a feeling he
had cleaned it before she came over. That had her chuckling. He hadn’t been
lying when he said the place was small. There was one couch that looked the worse
for wear, but the TV was big and looked expensive.

“I’m
going to get this shit together. Make yourself at home.” He had an eloquent way
with words.

She
turned to face him. He was in the kitchen, and the entryway allowed her to see only
partially, but she saw stainless steel appliances and a black and white décor.
The sound of him grabbing some plates and of the dishes clanking together could
be heard. She didn’t see any decorations aside from a few framed pictures of
motorcycles, and even one with a half-naked chick on it. Lilly moved closer to
that one and saw that it was actually a painting—a very realistic painting, but
one nonetheless.

Minutes
later and Court was coming back into the living room. She grabbed the dishes
from him, but didn’t know exactly what his plans were, so she stood there and
took cues from him.

He
grabbed a blanket off of the couch and set the bags of food on the coffee
table. “I hope you’re ready for some home cooking.” He gave her this devilish
grin and motioned for her to come closer. Once they were seated on the blanket
and he had the food out and dished onto the plates, they ate for a few minutes
in silence. Court grabbed a bottle of champagne from beside her that she hadn’t
even seen him carrying, and produced two glasses.

“You’re
full of surprises.” She took one of the wine glasses and brought it to her
mouth. Taking a sip of the light yellow liquid, she let the bubbles dance along
her tongue “So, home cooking to you is fried chicken and sides that are
delivered to your door?” She was teasing, and fortunately he grinned.

“Baby,
compared to what I could have cooked for you, this is gold.”

“Maybe
one of these days I’ll cook a real meal for you?”

He
stopped eating, and there was this strange expression on his face.

“What’s
wrong?” She set her food down, too.

He
shook his head.
“Nothing.
It’s just having you cook
for me is a pretty special fucking thing.” They stared at each other for a
moment, and although there was silence between them it didn’t seem
uncomfortable or strange given the intensity with which he had just said those
words.

“Well,
I never thought someone would think my cooking would be that special. You must
not have tasted it before.” It was like this man could look at her and she felt
like no one else mattered in the world to him but her.

“No
one does.”

Had
she said those damn words aloud?

“For
me, there
is
only you, Lilly.”

Suddenly
she didn’t want any food. All she wanted was Court, and seeing the way she
could make out the long, thick length of his erection as his pressed against
his jeans, told her that food wasn’t on his mind either. “I was afraid of going
out tonight because of my face.” She lifted her hand and touched the tender
spot right under her eye.

“I
wouldn’t have taken you anywhere public, because I could sense that you were
uncomfortable. Besides,” he leaned in until their breaths mingled together.

She
smelled the slightly fruity flavor of the champagne on his breath, and her
pulse pounded hard and fast between her legs. She wanted him desperately,
wanted to feel his callused hands slide along her body as he took off her
dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but her panties were nothing more than a strip
of fabric right up the center of her ass. She felt the material move along her
now soaked pussy lips, and nearly closed her eyes as her pulse beat heavily
right in her clit. It felt like she had two hearts, one in her chest and
another between her thighs.

“I
saw you wearing this dress and instantly got so fucking hard.” His mouth was so
close to hers that she felt his lips brush along hers with every word he
formed. “All I could think about was taking you back to my house, stripping
this dress off of your body, and feasting on you.” He tilted his head and ran
the very tip of his tongue along her jawline. “And I’m starving, baby,
so
damn hungry for you that if I’m not careful there
wouldn’t be anything left of you when I get finished.”

Chapter
Nine

Court
was having a hard time keeping his bear under control. The beast wanted out,
wanted to claim Lilly right now. But he needed to remind himself that she was
still healing, and that although she told him she wanted this, if he took her
in the way he really wanted to, he might hurt her further. Court liked the
rough kind of sex, the one where he kept a female’s hand pinned at the base of
her spine. He liked to push the hair off of her shoulder so he could see the
long, smooth column of her throat, and plunged his dick into her tight, warm
heat. No, that was a lie. He didn’t do that to anyone he fucked. In fact, this
was the first time he had thought about looking at the smooth arch of Lilly’s
neck as he fucked her deep and hard and claimed her the way a male did his
female. And she was
his
female,
irrevocably.

“Court?”

“Yeah,
baby?” He continued to run his tongue along her jawline and groaned at the
sweet flavor of her skin. His cock throbbed behind the zipper of his jeans, and
his bear paced right below the surface of his skin. He was feral, territorial,
and wanted to possess every inch of this female until she acknowledged that she
was his, and that she always would be.

“Take
me to your
bed,
remind me how powerful you can be.”
She pulled back and looked in his face. “Remind me of how powerful you can be
between my legs.”

A
low, needy growl left him, and in a matter of seconds he had her in his arms
and was striding to his bedroom. Forget about dinner, because he was about to
eat her alive until she came so fucking hard his ears would ring from her
screams and his bear would be able to sample the nectar that would surely flow
from her lush, curvy body. He set her on the center of his bed and took a step
back and just stared at her. Her dress had risen up, and the majority of her thighs
were visible. They were smooth and creamy in color, and all he kept thinking
about was parting them and watching as her pussy lips spread wide so he could
see her wetness. Court’s mouth literally watered when that image slammed into his
brain. He reached down and pressed his hand right over his dick, applying
pressure and trying to ease the ache in his shaft.

“The
way you’re looking at me is a little frightening.” She said this on a whisper.

Court
inhaled, but didn’t smell any fear. In fact, all he smelled from her was
arousal and the need to be with him. “You should be frightened of what I want
to do to you.” He removed his cut and set it on the dresser, and grabbed the
hem of his shirt. Once he had the t-shirt off and tossed it to the floor, he went
for his belt and undid it, and once his zipper was down he took off his pants.
Was he rushing this along? Maybe, but he had never wanted a female as much as
he wanted her. To be honest, ever since he had taken her at that field party it
had been hard to be with anyone else. She was all he thought about, all he
pictured when he closed his eyes. He should have taken that as a big fucking
red sign that he was being a dumbass in staying away.

“Court?”

He
blinked and realized that he had been thinking about the past, and there was no
more time for that. Now all he wanted to focus on was this hot fucking female
right in front of him. “Take off the dress and sweater, Lilly.” Court could
hear his bear in his voice. It had a rough, harsh quality to it, one that was slightly
distorted and on edge. Even through the blue material of her cardigan he saw
her hardened nipples. They were so fucking erect that he wanted to bury his
face between her breasts and rub his cheeks on the stiff peaks.

She
sat up and went for the lone button that was keeping the two halves of the
cardigan together. Once that was removed and tossed aside her stared at the
huge mounds that were all but spilling from her the top of her dress. She had
always been a thicker girl while growing up, and once she hit high school that
baby fat had turned into womanly curves. But it wasn’t until that damn
graduation party that he fully appreciated the fullness of her thighs, or the
way her tits were well over a handful.

“Although
I am all about you teasing me and removing the dress slowly, right now I am pushing
my will to stay in control.” Fortunately, she didn’t try to be a little
seductress, although he knew she could do that without even trying.

When
the straps of her dress were off her shoulder, she reached behind her back and
he heard a zipper being lowered. She looked up at him with her big blue eyes,
and swallowed. Keeping her gaze right on him, she pushed the top of her dress
down. Her breasts bounced free of their confinement, and Court couldn’t stop
himself from grabbing the base of his cock and stroking himself from root to
tip.

“Touch
yourself, Lilly. I want to see you grab those big tits and roll them around.”
His chest rose and fell violently, and he couldn’t help it. “Imagine it’s me
touching you, baby.” A drop of pre-cum lined the tip of his dick, and he spread
it around his head, adding lubrication as he jerked himself off and watched
Lilly. He could have easily gone over there and touched her himself, but
watching her lift her hands and grab the mounds like she was doing right now
was a much better visual, and arousing all on its own. He would go over there
and touch every inch of her, lick every part of her body, and feel her writhe
beneath him, but he wanted this visual temptation first.

“Like
this?” Her voice was low, and he watched as a blush stole her cheeks and
covered her chest. She ran her palms up and down her breasts, and then curled
her fingers into the giving flesh.

“Yeah,
baby, just like that.” That was it. He couldn’t take any more of this delicious
torture, and although he wanted to be really fucking rough with her, wanted to
feel her surrender as he took her, they had many, many more times for that. He
climbed up on the bed and reached for the straps of her panties on either side
of her hips. Slowly bringing the thin material down, he stared at her chest as
she continued to touch herself. The scent of her arousal slammed into his nose
once the underwear was gone, but he didn’t need to tell her what he wanted. She
was already lying back and spreading her thighs, Then again this was what she
wanted, too. That much was clear, and it still stunned the hell out of him that
he was lucky enough to have her as his female.