Raw: The Ultimate Mc Collection (86 page)

“Hey.” He smiled a lazy smile at me, and my insides melted. I must have died and gone to heaven! There was no way this happened twice in one lifetime, let alone one week! One minute I was bitching out the president of The Outlaws on a public sidewalk, and the next I'm in bed with his incredible half-naked, smiling-at-me-like-it-just-walked-out-of-Playgirl body? No fucking way. This was too good to be true, and it probably was.

Who was I kidding? This was a dangerous man, who did dangerous things, and hung out with dangerous people, and I had just screamed at him like a fool, not to mention the fact I had kissed him like a total harlot. This would probably not end well at all.

I looked around and noticed I wasn't tied up this time. He was lying next to me, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, his tattoos looking like shadows on his arms in the dark. His window was open, and the smell of pine trailed through the window.

“How's your head?”

How's my head? How's my head?! Certifiably crazy, that is how my head obviously was.

“I'm so sorry, River.” I mustered all the seriousness I could, knowing it was probably a good time to start pleading for my life. My stupid, idiotic life! What was I thinking? That was just it. I didn't think. When I was within five feet of this man, thinking was an impossible task.

“You don't have to apologize. I should apologize, actually. Colby shouldn't have told the other guys what happened between us, and I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry for Spider's behavior, as well. Neither of those guys are much on manners. I'm sorry you had to go through that.”

“Oh.” My head was swimming. Not just in pain from slamming it into concrete like a water balloon, but from trying to figure this man out. One minute he was white-hot, and the next he was hiding behind the vault of his cold eyes. I preferred white-hot, no matter how much it scared me.

“Don't worry. Both Colby and Spider are now sporting new matching black eyes, courtesy of my right hook.” He held up his right hand so that I could see it in the moonlight, and I saw the cuts on his knuckles, the thin skin already beginning to bruise.

“Oh.” My stomach quivered with the thought of him protecting me, and the writer in me regretted missing it. That would have been something for the books, for sure.

“You are something else, you know that?” His gruff little laugh causing goosebumps to rise on my arms.

“Oh?”

He laughed again.

“Yes! Oh! Is that all you can say? You sure had a hell of a lot to unleash on me earlier. Now you haven't even answered one question. How is your head feeling? Do I need to get you to a doctor or not?”

“Oh! I mean – um....no! My head is fine. I think I'm fine. Thank you.” I reached out, grabbing his hand and bringing his battered knuckles to my lips, kissing them gently. “Thank you. I know you could have just left me there, and it's very nice of you to not do that. And thank you for bringing me here again.” I smiled at him, suddenly wanting him on me, in me, around me, and touching me everywhere.

“Dixie, I know you don't know me very well, but if you think I'm the kind of man that would just leave you lying there on the ground, with a wig hanging half off of your head, your tits hanging out of your torn dress, your mascara smeared on your face and your skirt hiked up around your naked hips and flashing half the members of my club your stunningly gorgeous pussy, then you are sorely mistaken.”

He groaned deeply and I felt his cock harden on my thigh. Pressing into me, he brought his head down, his lips meeting mine as he kissed me, softly at first, and then rougher, harder, his hard tongue sliding deep into my hungry mouth as he pulled himself up and over my outstretched body.

My torn red dress was the only thing separating our flesh. River's electric blue eyes flashed as he tore it from my body in one violent, swift motion.

“Now, let me show you just what kind of man I really am.”

His cock sunk into me smoothly. I couldn't help but smile and stare up into his mirror as the moonlight allowed me the perfect view of his beautiful ass flexing and grinding into me as he thrust into me wildly. Wrapping my legs around his powerful thighs, I pulled him closer, wanting him deeper, needing him deeper, needing him to consume me with his strength.

Slick and wet with our juices, his massiveness stretched me delightfully, filling me with every inch of his hardness. His smile disappeared as lust poured over his face like sweat. He eyes met mine, and savage desire was all I could see. He wasn't dangerous, he was determined.

He began pounding into me with a vengeance. Ferociously, he slammed into me, stopping after each stroke to rake the velvety head of his cock across the top of my cunt. I shivered with each caress, my skin on fire and still raw from our earlier blissful encounter. But I didn't care.

I didn't care about anything at that point. I didn't care that I had made a complete fool of myself by putting myself in this situation. I didn't care what the rest of the MC thought of me. I didn't care what anyone in town thought of me. All I cared about was River. River and his perfectly hard, obscenely skillful cock that was fucking into me and making feel more like a woman than I ever had at any point in my life.

My moans drifted out the window as I submitted to his pushing and pulling, his hands grabbed onto my hips, his hot fingertips digging into my sweaty flesh. My head fell back onto the bed, and I arched my back, opening my pussy to him, giving my entire body to this spectacular, perfectly sculpted man as he pistoned into me, bring us both to the edge of pleasure and pain.

River pulled back slightly, and brought his hand to my face. He cupped my chin and lifted it.

“Look at me, Dixie.” I opened my eyes, gasping at the rawness I saw there as he continued to pound into me. Gone was the smiling man that I had woken up to. Gone was the man that tenderly cleaned my wound after finding me spying on him outside of his bedroom window. The man in front of me was pure animal.

My fear returned, slowly crawling back into my consciousness as I stared up at him. I dared not break his gaze, and I knew to respect that he was demanding my attention.

“Yes...” I whispered, my body shuddering with each forceful thrust of his hips. He had not let up for a second, and looking at him at the same time was very difficult. I wanted to lose myself in the deliciousness of his savage fucking and yet he clearly had something else in mind.

When he spoke again, he punctuated each word with a powerful push inside me, each push reaching deeper than I ever thought he could be.

“Don't.”

“Ever.”

“Fucking.”

“Talk.”

“To.”

“Me.”

“Like.”

“That.”

“Again.”

I collapsed under each thrust, lost to his rhythm, his words pounding into my subconscious to not only understand but to retain every sensation, every slide and push and every whisper that escaped from his beautiful lips. He looked like a god above me, slamming into me, demanding that I do as he say, impaling me on his marvelously strong cock and I wanted nothing more than to obey his every word. I would do anything he wanted, as long as he never stopped fucking me.

“Yes, yes, yes....” I whimpered and squirmed underneath him, any resolve I ever possessed completely melted away. His pace quickened and with quick, short focused strokes, he steered us both over the edge, our bodies exploding together in a thunderous roar that echoed into the woods outside his window. His thrusting seemed to continue for hours, our bodies not easily able to part for very long, and his youthful cock staying hard all night long.

Happily succeeding at blocking out all thoughts of the outside world, I spent the night wrapped in his arms, our legs intertwined and sliding slickly together, our hands and mouths searching in the darkness for something we would probably never find in the daylight.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I don't remember when we feel asleep, but at some point we drifted off, and before I knew it I had those same birds chirping outside of his window and the sun shining on my skin. I smiled, and stretched, knowing this time, after last night, exactly what I would find when I opened my eyes.

River's scent lingered in the air, and after inhaling deeply, I opened my eyes and turned to embrace him.

The sound of crinkling paper filled the room as my hand landed on his empty pillow. A note. No sign of River.

Sitting up, I unfolded the paper. A hundred dollar bill fell out into my lap.

“Your purse is in the kitchen. I left you some clothes on the chair, but I threw away those shoes of yours, and that awful wig. Call yourself a cab. It was fun. Take care. ~J”

“Motherfucker!” I screamed, my cracking voice echoing throughout his empty cabin, as I fell back onto his bed.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I sat on his couch, fully dressed, my back rigid and tense as I stared out the window of his cabin, patiently waiting the half hour it took for the taxi to arrive.

The fact that River obviously thought I was a whore did not set well with me. His crisp new 100 dollar bill was lying in my lap - a clear indicator of his opinion of me, despite his sickly sweet words from the night before – and I grew angrier and angrier. It took days for the sadness to set in, but in that moment, it took all of my resolve to calmly leave his home the way I found it.

I had played out all of my options in my head, though. I could have stayed, forced him to talk to me when he returned home. I could have trashed the place in anger. I simply could have left a note. But I did none of these things. I was an adult, after all, right?

Right.

So I left. I took the taxi to the bar to get my car, and then I went home. I stuck River's stupid hundred dollar bill on my fridge so that I wouldn't forget what a jerk he was, and I went about my business. Well, almost.

I stayed away from the salon, because I couldn't handle seeing him ride up and down the street and pretend I didn't exist. So I stayed home and licked my wounds. I didn't have any appointments anyway, and my phone wasn't exactly ringing off the hook, so I took a little vacation, a little me time, a little hibernation.

But after a couple of days of moping around my apartment in my underwear, I got the itch again.

More than anything I wanted to see River, feel his arms wrapped around me and to feel safe again. But I had been an idiot to think it could ever turn into a real relationship, and his actions had helped me see that. I hated it, sure. But what was I going to do? Make some head-strong man into something that he wasn't? Was he going to marry me and come home and let me watch him from outside of our bedroom window? I wasn't exactly the cookie-making, stay-at-home type. I probably could be, for a little while. I could pretend for a spell. But before long, it would come back. I would crave it. I would need to go out, and see what I could stumble upon. I knew I would never be able to stop watching people, and what kind of man can take a woman like that seriously?

I had come to the conclusion long ago that if I shared my secret with anyone, they would think I was a freak.

And maybe that's why I fell so hard – literally and figuratively – for River. He knew my secret right away, and he still seemed to like me. He even seemed like he might understand, that he got the 'why' part of my stupidity.

But again, who was I kidding? He hated me. How cruel of him to leave that money with his very abrupt note. He made me feel like a woman, and then he made me feel like a fool. It pissed me off that he thought so little of me. That's why I vowed to myself to just forget about him. If I saw him again near the salon, I would just pretend I didn't know him. Give him a taste of his own medicine!

I needed a distraction, and like I said, after a few days, I got that itch again. That itch to watch someone, to see something new, to glimpse into a stranger's life to see what I could learn from it, and find something new to write about.

I set out as soon as the sun had set, the best time to see interesting things. The cover of darkness brings out the most interesting human behavior.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I drove for hours, aimlessly searching for something to catch my attention. But I kept getting distracted. River's expressive blue eyes had been haunting me for days and I found my thoughts drifting off, the precious few moments we spent together playing over and over in my head. My feelings towards him went from righteous indignation to desperate yearning. Again and again, I had to remind myself that I was angry with him and that he had indeed treated me like crap.

I kept driving, my mind lost and not really focusing on my task at hand. Before I knew it, I found myself along the same road I had followed River on, the road to his cabin in the woods. I hadn't consciously meant to end up there, but there I was, pathetically parked on the side of the main road and staring at the private turnoff to his cabin.