Sex Piston (Biker Bitches) (8 page)

Chapter Ten

Stud stared out the window, watching as the sun began to break through the darkness of the night. He had come to dread the morning light as dawn approached. His eyes went to the bed where Sex Piston was lying on her stomach among the tumbled covers. The blanket barely covered the curve of her ass, making him want to return to the warm bed and wake her. The only reason he didn’t was because he knew she would leave. She always left.

In sleep
, the gentleness of her face was readily apparent, unmarred by the usual guarded expression she wore when she was awake. Dealing with Sex Piston was like trying to reach a rose among a garden of thorns. Every time he reached out to her, he was nicked by a thorn and would have to start over in a different direction to try to reach her. He was beginning to worry he never would.

His whole life
, women had been easily attainable to him, yet Sex Piston remained just beyond his reach. He didn’t know why she affected him the way she did, just that each and every time he had seen her the last few years he had seen something in her green eyes that had drawn him in and tugged at his world weary heart. She had gone passed his defenses, making him want the unattainable prize of her heart. If he hadn’t tricked her into believing that he had fucked her when she was drunk, he knew without a doubt that he would never have gotten to first base with the woman.

Meri had broken
down and told him about the fight at school where she hadn’t come to her sister’s defense, and about Sex Piston’s talk with them. A reluctant grin tugged on his lips at her unorthodox talk with his daughters and what it had revealed about her own past. With Sex Piston’s attitude, he would never have imagined that she would have been bullied in school. In fact, he would have assumed the reverse to be true.

His friendship with her parents became solidified at his discovery of their handling of the situation of Sex Piston’s plight by giving her support and lightening a traumatic event with laughter. Those girls
, who had given her the nickname, had sought to humiliate and instead, Sex Piston had turned it into a barrier against her and the world.

Stud remembered the dress
es that Sex Piston and her sister had worn during their parents’ wedding. Diamond’s had been the sexier of the two, but Sex Piston’s had been more refined and modest. Sizzle was keenly aware of the differences between her daughters, despite her seemingly haphazard way of raising them.

Stud turned back to the window
, not for the first time, noticing that she had parked her bike in front of his truck to be hidden from anyone passing by his house. She kept their involvement a secret, not letting anyone know she had been in his bed the last couple of months. Each day, he saw the wariness in her eyes increase as if they were on borrowed time where they were concerned. She thought she would walk away from him if he made a mistake and proved whatever misconception she had going on in her head.

He moved from the window
, sliding into the bed by her side as he lay down next to her fucking beautiful body. His hand slid down her sleek back, curving over her ass as he slid the blanket away, leaving the luscious globes bare to his gaze.

“What time is it?”
she asked groggily, not opening her eyes as she buried her head into the pillow.

“Almost six
,” he replied, his fingers sliding forward, finding her clit. He began to rub it until his fingers felt the wetness in response to his touch.

Yawning
, she stretched and pushed her hips to his touch, her responsive body moving to deepen his touch. He gave her what she wanted, plunging a finger deep within her damp pussy. Her green eyes sleepily opened, desire apparent in their depths as her fingers grasped the pillow under her cheek, her need rising.

Sex Piston was like a cat
; she loved to be petted and stroked. She responded to gentleness with a natural seductiveness that had his cock hardening and his balls tightening. He wanted to fuck her senseless, yet he restrained the wildness that was coursing through his bloodstream to dominant this woman and bring her to heel. Instead, he gave her another finger, driving her desire higher by stroking her inner walls in a movement that would heighten her sensitivity to his touch.

A small moan came from her lips just before she buried her face in the pillow beneath her. He removed his hand and
, turning to his nightstand, grabbed a condom before ripping the package open and rolling the condom on his cock, barely managing to control the instinct to bury the naked length into her waiting pussy.

He knew she was on birth control
, but she refused to let him fuck her bare, even after he had offered repeatedly to show he had a clear bill of health.

Condom in place
, he slid his length between her legs. Burying his face in her neck, he took his time sliding his cock inside her slick warmth. Her back arched beneath him, pulling him deeper as he began thrusting inside her. His hands slid underneath her chest, seeking and finding her breasts. His fingers latched onto her nipples, gently rolling the tips until her felt the nubs harden.

She tried to spread her legs wider
, but his thighs held her still, keeping her pussy tight. He stroked her harder as she began thrusting her ass back at him.

Another moan rose from the depths of the pillow.

“You’re pussy is the best I’ve ever had,” he murmured in her ear. She tensed underneath him and he began fucking her harder. “It’s the last pussy I’m ever going to have.” He felt her begin to struggle underneath him at his words,giving her exactly what she didn’t want from hi
m—
a piece of his soul.

“While you’re at work today
, I want you to remember how it felt to have my cock in your pussy and my hands on your tits, and know that I’m the only one that’s ever going to have you. Ever.” His hands moved away from her breasts, sliding down her body, past her taut stomach, finding her clit and stroking it as his cock plunged faster inside her.

He felt the walls of
her pussy clench as she came; his balls tightened until he couldn’t control his own climax and then he pounded his orgasm out into her sweet as sin pussy.

She barely let him finish before she tried to throw him off her.
“Get off, asshole.” Romance was definitely not in the woman’s arsenal.

Stud laughed as he moved to the side
, letting her have the freedom she needed. She climbed out of bed as soon as she was freed, throwing him a stubborn look that let him know she was far from agreeing with him that he was going to be her one and only.

“Sex Piston
, just once I wish you would let me finish coming before you’re calling me an asshole,” he mocked her as she scrambled into her clothes.

“Then don’t piss me off
,” she retorted as she pulled her top over her tumbled curls. He wanted to drag her back into the bed and kiss her until the stubborn look disappeared, but knew she had to get to work and he had to get the girls ready for school.

Stud climbed out of bed
and threw a grin in her direction. “How did I piss you off by telling you that you’re never going to fuck another man?”

“Because I’ll fuck anyone I want
. You might have been my first, but you’re sure as shit won’t be my last.” Pulling her boots on, she then grabbed her bike keys from the nightstand.

Zipping his jeans closed
, he gave her a look that had her freezing in place. It was a look that left no doubt of his intentions, and gave her a warning that while he let her have her way with keeping their relationship a secret, it was only because he let her.

“Sex Piston
, I’m going to give you a warning and you better listen up because I’m only going to give it once.” Putting on his own boots, he faced the woman staring at him with an expression of stubbornness. “I’m not a man who is going to let you cut off his balls to keep you happy. There’s room for only one man in this relationship and that’s me.” He raised his hand to stop her undoubtedly nasty response to his words. “I’m not Ace or those other fuckwads who have let you have your way to keep you happy. Try to make a move on another man and you’ll see a whole other side of me.”

“What
cha going to do, Stud?” Sex Piston went to the bedroom door, her hand going to the doorknob.

“
He won’t be able to fuck you with every bone in his body broken, and you’ll never doubt me again.” His words rang in her mind as she left Stud standing with his hands on his hips, leaving do doubt in her mind that he meant exactly what he said.

The ruthless intent on his face reminded her o
f the night he had seen her in The Last Riders’ clubhouse. No, Stud wouldn’t like sharing. That was kind of a point in his favor. Nevertheless, the jerk would eventually screw up and then she would kick him to the curb. Of course she had to get tired of doing him first.

Going outside and getting on her bike
, she maneuvered it onto the road, going home to get changed before work. She let herself quietly into the house, not wanting to wake her parents. However, as she closed the door, Skulls came out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Morning.”

“Hey, Pops.” Sex Piston felt the blood rush to her cheeks at his knowing look.

Rushing to her room
, she took off her clothes and then took a quick shower. Getting dressed, she put on a red dress that clung to her figure, a pair of heels and her black, swing jacket.

Ready for work
, she went out of her room to find Stud dropping off Star. Her pops was holding the wiggling toddler as Fat Louise came in the front door.

Star was fussy and
she was fighting going to Fat Louise, squirming against Skulls hold. At Sex Piston’s movement, the little girl’s eyes lit on her.

“Sexy
,” she bellowed, reaching out.

Sex Piston thought seriously about walking by the child with everyone’s surprised gaze on her.
Yet, unable to resist, she reached for the little girl, feeling chubby arms circle her neck. A dollop of her drool landed on the front of her dress, leaving a damp mark, but she didn’t notice it as she turned away, leaving startled gazes following her as she went into the kitchen.

Sitting the little girl in the highchair
, she gave Star a cracker to tear apart as she began making her oatmeal. Fat Louise came into the kitchen, taking a seat and began playing with Star.

“I got offered a job at the hospital.” Fat Louise had been out of work for the last year since her last job had ended with the business closing. “I can’t turn it down
, Sex Piston.”

“I know.” She poured the oatmeal into two bowls
, setting them down at the table. She gave one to Fat Louise and blew on the other sticky mess for Star.

“I start Monday
,” Fat Louise continued, looking at her friend carefully as she blew on her own oatmeal.

“Okay
,” she said, feeding Star the spoonful of cooled oatmeal.

“What are we going to do?”
Fat Louise asked.

“I don’t know
. I’ll think of something,” she answered, making her voice more confident than she sounded.

The kitchen door opened and her ma came in wearing her housecoat.
“I’m sorry, girls. I overslept.”

Sizzle
went to the counter and poured herself a cup of coffee before taking a seat at the table. Sex Piston fed the child another cooled bite before sliding the bowl in front of her ma.

“I have to go or I’m going to be late.” Taking a napkin
, she cleaned Star’s mouth and then leaned down to brush butterfly kisses on her soft cheek, producing giggles from the little girl that had Sex Piston smiling before leaving the room. Her smile disappeared when she went to the table to get her purse and saw that Stud was still there talking with Skulls.

“Later
, Pops.” Refusing to acknowledge the arrogant ass that was staring at her, she ignored the amusement in her pops eyes as he stared back and forth between the two.

“Later
, Sex Piston,” Skulls replied.

She had the door opened and had almost managed to make it out the door before Stud opened his mouth.
“Sex Piston, you left your cell phone at my place this morning. Your dad put it in your purse so you wouldn’t forget it again.”

Slamming the door behind her
, she almost turned back, wanting to wipe that smug expression from Stud’s face, but dammit, she had dressed like a lady today and she was going to act like one, even if it fucking killed her.

*
* *

Sex Piston motioned for Crazy Bitch to finish blowing out Mrs. Graver
’s hair as her next appointment walked in the door.

“Ready
, Allison?”

“Yes.” Allison Staff
’s narrowed gaze ran over Sex Piston’s stylish red dress and heels as she followed her to the chair.

“Wha
t would you like done today?” Sex Piston was all professional as she consulted her nemesis from middle school.