Chapter 9

9

NEVADA

I've been with a lot of women. More than I can count or remember. But it's never felt like this before.

It's never felt so fucking good.

I groan as I slide out, then slam back into the hilt, my baby's pussy clenching around my dick and I'm tempted to rip the condom off. It'd be so much better without it, but I'm sure I'd get a punch in the face for my efforts. I love that she made the first move, well, kinda. I did drag her in here, but it wasn't like she was kicking and screaming.

Now I'm slamming in and out of her, I wonder how I've lasted this long since I first saw her. If I'd known it was gonna be this good, I would've tossed her over my shoulder a little earlier. I'm sure she'd love that. I imagine her clawing at my back, kicking and yelling at me to put her down. Oh, Estelle likes to be in control, but she can't have it all ways.

"So tight," I mutter. She wraps her legs around my waist, digging her fuck-me boots into my ass. An ass she spanked. I didn't mind. I'm up for any kind of kinky shit, and I'd gladly go over her knee if it meant she'd put her hands on me.

I look to where we're joined and I almost shoot my load. I know this won't be slow, we're fucking hard and I won't last, but as she digs her heels in further, she also leans back on her hands and her tits are right there in my face. I reach down and take a nipple in my mouth as she reaches one hand into my hair, holding me there. She likes these babies played with, and I've got the time. I've got more than enough time to do whatever it takes to make her sing like a canary.

"Say my name when I make you come again," I growl against her flesh. "My real name."

I rock my hips back and forth, my mouth moves to her other nipple as I suck and nip, enjoying the way she mewls and claws at my head. Man, oh man, my girl is a wildcat, just like I thought she would be.

I can't even imagine what we'd get up to if we had a bed. The positions I'd love to have her in… But this will do for now. This is better than I'd ever imagined.

"You talk too much," she gasps as I bite down on her nipple. " Oh, God."

I glance up, still pistoning my hips back and forth. "That ain't my name. You wanna come, Mama?"

"Yes." She's breathy and needy and I love it. "Yes, I need—" She cuts off when I slam in harder, lifting her ass slightly so I can go deeper. It feels oh, so good.

I ram in and out and her head falls back, her cheeks pink and her mouth parted as I feel her pussy gripping me like a vice.

" Asher!" she cries. " Oh, oh…"

"Again."

" Asher… "

"That good, Mama ? You like my fat cock inside you?"

" Ash… Don't stop…"

She grips my ass and I fall over the edge, spilling again just as violently as the first time, except this one goes on longer because I'm inside her tight hole. The feeling is so strong I see stars. I still, my heart beating so fast it might burst out of my chest. We both stop, panting like a couple of crazy people who didn't just fuck on the desk in Cash's spare office.

My forehead presses against hers. "You talk like a bad bitch, but you take it like a good girl," I mutter.

"And you're full of shit."

"Beats being full of my cum, I'd like to rip this condom off. Everything feels better without one, my piercing included."

"You dare and I'll kick your ass."

I smirk, still buried inside her. "That was just a warmup. I can go all night, pussy cat ."

Her eyes round ever so slightly as she tries to slow her breathing. "You're an ass."

"Speakin' of which, the ass slappin'? I was into it."

"How about I shove a stick up there, see how you like it then?"

"Into that, too. But I'd prefer your finger, not a stick."

"Get off me."

"Make me."

She shoves at my chest and I don't move. I just grin. "Stronger than you."

"We've had our fun, now I need to get back to my friend."

"What, no cuddlin' after?"

"If you wanted cuddling, you picked the wrong girl," she parrots.

It's all white noise. All I see is her. Disheveled. Tits hanging out. Skirt rucked up around her waist and her legs spread with my dick still inside her. And I shut that smart mouth of hers up for a few minutes.

"You keep talkin' trash with that mouth of yours, I won't feed you any more dick."

Her lips move slightly, like she wants to laugh. I mean, she seems to be the only person on the planet that doesn't find me funny.

"Pull it out of me. Now."

"No." I move my face closer, my lips hovering over hers. "Kiss me and I'll pull out."

"Fuck you."

"Yep, just did that, but I'm happy to go again."

She leans forward and takes my bottom lip between her teeth and bites down. My softening dick perks up again. She tugs on it and I cup her chin, my eyes boring into hers. If she thinks she's hurting me, she's delusional. When she lets go, I bring my thumb to my lip to find blood.

"You saucy little minx." I'm still gripping her chin. "This sexy little act of hatin' me is gettin' old, Mama. You better think of somethin' new by the time I see you again."

"I'll call you when I feel like a mercy fuck."

I grin. "You do that. Next time I'll do the courtesy of rammin' you into a mattress."

"There won't be a next time."

I lick my lip, but the taste of blood is gone. "Right. We both know you want more of this, and like I said the last time; all you gotta do is ask." I reluctantly slide out. If I had my way, I'd sling her over my shoulder and stalk upstairs to my bed up there. Some of us have rooms that we use from time to time, usually when we're too drunk to drive home. I pull the condom off and tie a knot in it before tossing it in the wastepaper basket.

She starts tucking her tits back into her bra and looks around for her panties. When she doesn't find them, she looks up at me. "What did you do with them?"

I smirk. "Trophy, sweetheart. I'm keepin' them."

"So you can re-imagine this all over again?" She rolls her eyes.

"Yep. I'll be strangling my cock using these to get off until I can do it again for real."

Her eyes narrow. "Give them back."

Goddamn that perfect mouth. She tastes like lust and forbidden fruit all rolled into one. I can't get enough of her. "Nah, not today, Beautiful. Or you could fight me for them."

She makes an exasperated noise as she hops off the desk and pulls her skirt down. "You're so annoying, has anyone ever told you that?"

"Funny how you weren't sayin' that when my cock was rammin' down your throat. Nice, by the way. You look good with a mouth full of my cum."

Her lips part and then she swallows. Somehow I don't think she's used to men talking to her the way I do. And that makes me all the more smug.

I'm also in fucking love. That's the best lay I've ever fucking had and I want more of it. I want more of her spanking my ass.

"Well I hope you got a screenshot in that Pretty Boy brain of yours, because there won't be a repeat."

I put a hand over my heart, not even bothering to tuck my dick back into my boxers. Nope. She can have a good long look at what she's throwing away. Not that I'll let her do that, of course. "Once again your words cut me deep. I know you liked it, Mama. You don't have to act all weird. You can have dick on demand, you just gotta say the words."

"Dick on demand?" She's still tucking herself in. "Jesus Christ."

"He won't help you."

She glances at me as she rights herself. "Will you put that thing away already?"

I look down at myself; my jeans pooled around my ankles with my boxer briefs. "Fine, but I'm good to go again if you change your mind? Goin' once… Twice…"

" Again? "

I'm pleased that it sounds like this isn't the norm for her. Good. It might make her think twice about all the average dick she's ever had before. "I'm twenty-seven, remember? Younger guys can go all night, buttercup." I laugh, pulling my jeans and boxers up as I do up my fly. "Three times a charm."

She makes a noise in the back of her throat that only makes me laugh harder.

Funny, I had this idea that she might be a little nicer after having a couple of orgasms. It seems I didn't do my job properly. I'll have to remedy that next time. Despite what she says, she's not gonna say no to more of that. I'm cocky enough to put two and two together, and if all she wants is sex then that's fine by me.

She levels me with a glare. "Do you ever stop talking?"

I grin, pulling on my t-shirt and cut. "Oh, I'm gonna be talkin' in my sleep now, sugar muffin."

"Urgh! Would you stop with the damn names?"

"Why? You have nicknames for me." I don't need to remind her of what Halo told me. The more I think about it, the more I realize her friend wanted me to know. Like my girl needed a little push. Well, she definitely got that.

"One nickname. And I'm changing it to parrot."

I snarf a laugh. "Don't I have two? P retty Boy and Blue Eyes. Which do you call me in your sleep?"

"You're insufferable."

"This is me on a good day." I run both my hands through my hair and gesture toward the door and give her a wink. "You don't wanna see me on a bad day."

She stomps to the door, then taking a deep breath, she unlocks it and stalks out. It's like she's mad at herself for enjoying my body. I mean, it's fine. I'm fine with it. Like I said, I'll be her cabana boy if that's what she wants. If she thinks I'm not capable of more, then I can only surprise her.

I watch her ass all the way up the hall as she continues to straighten herself out. She struts across the room, the music still blaring and nobody seems to notice our sudden departure or arrival. Halo is still sitting at the bar with Riot, and I can only be thankful that the Nomad Brothers weren't here tonight or Riot might have lived up to his name.

"Are you ready to go?" I hear Star say as Halo turns her head our way.

Halo has a little smirk on her face as she looks over Star's shoulder at me. It's pretty obvious what we've been up to. "Uh, sure. I guess we have a big day tomorrow."

Ah yes, tomorrow. I know the girls are gonna be making plans to go to Mississippi and I need to make sure Cash is on board if I need to call on the Hellions. It's not ideal, last I heard they weren't legit, but there's also nothing wrong with knowing a 1% club when you need illegal shit done. Like taking down a trafficking ring. I just hope for Star's sake that this isn't a dead end.

Star meets my gaze as Halo begins to gather her things and she and Riot exchange numbers.

"I'm gonna be seein' you real soon," I tell her.

"Listen." Her voice is low as I lean in a little closer. "That was really… Look, it was fucking fantastic okay, but this," She gestures between us, "This thing isn't serious. I can't let complications get in my way. It'll slow me down."

My heart thuds in my chest. Fucking fantastic? That's all the fuel I need on my already smoldering fire. If she thinks that's going to put me off, she's sorely mistaken.

"Lucky for you I'm patient. I'll call you tomorrow with whatever else Rock and Jett dig up with the staff at the club." I need to make sure she answers. "So make sure you answer."

She nods. Something crosses her face; regret? I can't tell. Her eyes look unsure and wary, and she shifts her gaze to the floor, biting down on her lip. This is the vulnerable Estelle yet again. I'm pumped that this side of her exists, I just didn't think I'd ever see it. She's got heart underneath all that bravado. I should know, because I do exactly the same thing. I never let people in; that way I can't get hurt.

I've seen what love does to people and it fucks with them. I always thought my brothers were all a bunch of idiots getting tied down, not that you can turn tricks forever, but now I get it.

I'll let her go thinking that I'm not gonna do shit, because I know for a fact that she's not going to Mississippi alone. Or with just Halo. Or this ‘team' she speaks of which I think is a load of shit. Estelle has a way of making sure everyone around her believes that she's tough, and trust me, it's believable. But I know better. I can't put my finger on how, but I know that she's hiding something and I want to know what it is. Did someone do a number on her?

It's more than just finding her sister. There's a sadness hanging over her because of that, and it's affecting every aspect of her life.

I can't say I've had a bad life. I'd be lying. My childhood was great. I had loving parents and my only qualm is I never saw my dad much because he worked a lot. My parents grew apart. When they said they were getting divorced, I knew it was coming. I wish I could see my dad more, or that he'd be happier about my choices in life. The one thing I always wanted was to hear that he was proud of me. But I never have. I didn't follow in his footsteps of being a lawyer; I couldn't imagine anything worse. When I dropped out of college he was disappointed, and when I joined the MC he thought I'd lost my mind. My mom did too, but she came around. Now she loves the club.

Star waves a hand in front of my face, breaking me from my reverie. "Thought I'd lost you there for a second."

I shake my head. "It's nothin'."

She gives me that same look that says she doesn't believe me. It's a look I'm starting to know well. "You gettin' all sentimental on me?" When my eyes meet hers, her smile fades. I don't know what she sees, but she blurts out, "What's wrong?"

"I'm good." I give her a lazy smile, but she ain't buying it. She narrows her eyes and I motion towards the door. "Pumpkin time."

I dodge a punch in the guts from Riot and walk the girls through the clubhouse. I need to make sure she gets in her truck safely, not that there's anything to worry about within these walls, but my momma raised me right.

"I had a nice time." Halo, who didn't just get fucked like a rabid beast, claps her hands together. "It's been ages since we went anywhere."

"What do you do in Star's business?" I ask. I've done my homework, I know she works for Star.

"I run the office, take calls and set up meetings, that kinda thing."

"She organizes my life," Star retorts. "And she's damn good at her job."

I scratch my chin. "So when did you both decide to become Charlie's Angels?"

Halo giggles. Star shoves me in the shoulder. "Very funny."

"I'm serious."

With Halo up ahead a little further, Star drops her voice. "You don't have to keep doing this."

I frown. "Do what?"

She points between us. " This. Be this nice. We both got what we wanted, right? And it's out of our systems now."

I'm not slow, but I'm not following. "Was what we just did your way of tellin' me we're doomed before I even get a shot?"

"A shot at what?" she whisper-shouts.

"Us!"

"You can't be serious?"

I'm a little insulted, to be honest. I thought she'd be begging me to do this all again tomorrow. "You know, you say that a lot. I should call you John Fuckin' McEnroe."

"I meant, you're a biker. You get a lot of women. Easily, judging by your looks." It could be me, but I'm sure her gaze darts down quickly to my crotch. "And we banged. So you can brag to all of your fellow bikers about what we did. That's what you all do, right?"

"You're makin' an awful lot of assumptions about me, Estelle. Would it surprise you to learn that I haven't slept with anyone since the night I met you at the Whiskey Straight?"

Her eyebrows shoot up. "That was?—"

"Three weeks, fourteen hours and six minutes." I flick my wrist to check my watch. "And thirty-eight seconds ago."

"A world record for you?"

"It's been longer, actually, but that's when I saw you last. I knew I didn't want any other woman, Star. You had me from hello."

She laughs and for the first time, her eyes crinkle at the sides. It's one of the few times she's let her guard down and I like it. I know this woman doesn't need saving, and I'm not that guy, but something tells me that she's had to stand on her own two feet for quite some time. Call it a gut instinct. "You watch too much TV."

I smile behind her back. If I can make her smile, then there's a way through that frosty exterior.

When we reach the front door, it feels like she's slipping away. I don't want it to be over with tonight, not just yet. But I find myself escorting them both all the way to Star's truck.

When she climbs in, I stand in the way of the door so she can't close it. Halo's not far behind, so I know I've got seconds. With my mouth to her ear I whisper, "You'll be seein' me, Mama. Real soon."

Her lips part, but she doesn't say anything and I pull back, shutting the truck door as I tap on the hood. Then I step back. She reverses, then takes off leaving dust in her wake.

I stare after her retreating vehicle until she pulls out of the gate. My right hand moves to cover my chest, directly over my heart.

"I'll be seein' you," I say out loud. She has no idea how true those words are, and despite what she may have falsely surmised in that pretty head of hers, I'm not that guy.

I'm capable of more.

I want more.

I'm in love with this woman.