Chapter 11

11

ESTELLE

I'd be lying if I said I couldn't sleep when I got home last night. It's not like I jump every guy — or any guy — who looks my way. But last night was intense.

In fact, it was fucking insane.

I'm also not gonna lie about the fact that Nevada is not only well endowed but he knows how to move those loosey goosey hips. I press my thighs together just thinking about everything we did. The way he ate me out. The way I sucked on his dick like a woman who'd been deprived for way too long. And I let him bang me on somebody's desk… We didn't even wipe it afterward. I screw my nose up at the thought. Jesus. I'm losing my marbles over this guy, and we only screwed once.

And then there's that piercing. I'm fascinated by it. I wanted to play with it, tug on it, make him feel everything. I wanted to please him, and though I'm not a selfish lover, I've always found it hard to just enjoy myself. Guys always expect so much from you in the bedroom. They expect you to be down with whatever they want, but they barely give you any foreplay and never give oral. But Nevada lapped me up like his favorite meal and I can't get the thought of his sexy face and pretty eyes out of my head while he was doing it. He rocked my world with that big dick of his, just like he told me he would. And here I was thinking it was just another line. It seems he can live up to his promises. To say I'm pleasantly surprised, and gagging for more of it, is an understatement. I also thought I'd shake him out of my system, but it seems like he's the one shaking me. Every which way.

Now it looks like he'll be smug all over again, because for a repeat of last night I know I'd probably get down on my knees and beg for it. Well, there's no probably about it.

I think about me slapping his ass and how he was into it. I'm not exactly a Dominatrix, but I liked spanking him. And it turned him on. I like it when he looks at me with that fire in his eyes. Like he sees me… Really sees me, even if that is ridiculous because how much could he really know at his age? I guess I'm finding more out about Nevada than I first bargained for.

I was also surprised to get a text from him this morning as I was packing. I didn't text him back straight away. I've made plans to head to Mississippi later this morning along with Kyle and Halo. I also got a call from Haze, and he said he and Brew were gonna come and check things out, courtesy of Cash. And I got an address from Rock and Jett.

I hope that Nevada has some news about the staff who work for the club where Tilly was last seen, but that will have to wait.

I haven't even downed my coffee when my intercom buzzes. I smile to myself. Good luck trying to get up to my apartment. It's why I pay the fees in this place. A girl can't be too careful in any city, but in my line of work, there can be crazies all over the place.

"Hello?"

"Ms. St. Clair? It's Darryl from the front desk."

"Hello, Darryl."

"I've a… uh… a man named Nevada here asking for you, ma'am."

I roll my eyes. Of course he does. "It's fine, Darryl. You can send him up."

"Certainly, Ms. St. Clair."

I hang up a little smug with myself that he couldn't come barging up here without me being notified. Still, he did know how to find me and I should be more unsettled than I am about that. I'm sure it's got nothing to do with the fact I can still feel where he's been. We were hot and rough and he was big, I'm bound to feel it. I bite my lip… Goddamn, that was the most reckless thing I've done in a long time.

A few minutes later, there's a knock at my door.

I don't know how I truly feel about him being here, or knowing where I live without giving him the address, but I guess I do know more about him than I'm letting on. So I guess you could say we're even.

I open the door to Nevada leaning one arm on the door frame, taking up all the room. He's freshly showered, the scent of pine needles and that cognac, smokey scent that I can't get enough of permeates my senses. It's all I could smell on myself last night, hence why I did not shower until this morning. I know. I've questioned my sanity on more than one occasion since last night, and I'm still questioning it now.

He's smiling, of course. It reminds me a little of the cat who got the cream.

"Mornin' Mama."

"Why do you call me that?" I fold my arms over my chest protectively.

"Because you're older than me and it's hot."

"So it's not a weird fetish?"

The ridge between his eyebrows pinches together. "Weird fetish? The only fetish I have is you, Estelle. On a platter."

Why do I only hear the pounding of blood in my ears? I force myself to not outwardly groan. He's not that good. Okay, that's a lie. He is that good, but he doesn't need the ego trip.

"Did it take you all morning to think of that one?"

He ignores me, looking over my shoulder into my apartment. "You gonna let me in?"

"I'm busy, what do you want?"

"I told you, got some shit to tell you. Just got back from the clubhouse and met with Cash."

I take a breath, then open my door wider and step aside. I'm not in the business of having private conversations out in the hallway, and if my neighbors see me, they'll have something to gossip about. Seeing Nevada in his MC cut won't exactly fare well for either of us. I close the door behind him as he steps in.

He whistles low between his teeth as he looks around. "Holy shit, nice crib."

I roll my lips. Crib? Do people really talk like that these days?

"Thanks."

"Nice neighborhood. Checked out the security. Gated in the city, I like that."

I give him a pensive look. "I already checked that out before I bought the place." Of course, it was a number one priority.

"You're tidy."

I walk to the kitchen to turn the dishwasher on. "I don't have a lot of stuff. I like to keep things neat and uncluttered." Why am I explaining this to him?

"Me too."

I glance up at him, surprised. "You do?"

He leans on the counter, his smile lazy. "Does that surprise you that I'm not a slob?"

I push the switch and the washer starts. I switch tact. We don't need to go getting all sentimental just because we had sex once. "What are you doing here?"

"I told ya, I'm comin' with you to Mississippi, and Rock and Jett said they'd visit the Viper's Engine and sniff around while we're gone."

"You're not coming with me."

"Like hell I'm not. You can't go there alone."

"I won't be. I have Kyle and Halo…"

"Who the fuck is Kyle?"

"A friend of mine. He works for me sometimes."

"Have you slept with him?"

I stare at him, my mouth gaping. "That is none of your goddamn business!"

He palms the back of his neck and my eyes drop to the white short sleeved wifebeater that's clinging to his chest, it pronounces every single muscle on his finely tuned body. His sleeveless MC cut just adds to the whole ‘bad boy biker' vibe he's giving off.

My mouth goes dry.

"You don't mean that."

"Do you think you have some weird biker claim over me because we had sex one time?"

"You don't count oral as sex? Interesting." He grins. "The fact you count it as foreplay is hot as fuck."

Nothing I say to this man puts him off.

"Well that was last night, and this is now. Like I said, it was fun and all, but we're not a thing."

"Okay."

I frown. "What?"

"I said okaaaay."

I narrow my eyes. Just like that? Of course I know he's full of shit. "Well, if you've nothing else to add. Thanks for?—"

"The best night of my life?"

"You're not getting the memo."

He bites down on his lip, narrowing his eyes like he's trying to understand what I mean. "The memo that you're nuts about me?"

"You're taking this a little too far."

"I've been thinkin' about it, and we're not fuck buddies, nor are we friends with benefits. A situationship insinuates we're seeing other people as well, and I'm not, by the way, so I don't really know what to call this."

I stare at him blankly. " Situationship? "

He waves a hand. "Millennial talk for fuckin' around without feelin's."

My heart skips a beat and all I really heard in all of that was, he's not fucking anyone else. Though how long that'll last is anyone's guess. "You've obviously spent way too much time pondering this."

"Unless I'm the guy that doesn't get it?" He folds his arms over his chest defiantly. "You tryin' to let me down gently, Mama?"

I move around the counter and past him toward the dining table where I have my large weekender and a duffel bag with clothes spilling out. "Now we're getting a little closer to home."

He turns, following me to the dining table. Resting his hands on the back of the chair next to me he says, "So you don't wanna do any of that again?"

Yes! I want to scream. Yes, I want to do it all again because being with you made me forget everything for a while. It's selfish, but you make me feel like I matter…

But instead, I say, "It's probably best if we just call it what it was; a good fuck that we both enjoyed."

He snorts. "You don't want me to nibble on that clit ever again, Estelle? Suck on your pretty pussy and let you come all over my face?"

My breath catches in my chest as I turn to meet his gaze. He's not laughing this time, but he's definitely gauging my reaction.

"I didn't?—"

He chuckles. "Can't stand me, huh? I've got an idea, just hear me out."

"Jesus," I mutter. I begin to shove my clothes into the bag they've spilled out of as he babbles on.

"We could be like a betrothal-ship."

I blink at him incredulous. "You're just making shit up now."

"Nope. It exists. It's where two people are monogamous but they're not committed in the heavy sense. They're together, but not together if you get my meanin'."

"So let me get this straight. This word — that you just made up — is when two people are essentially betrothed?"

He winks. "You're catchin' on."

It never crosses his mind that I may not be into it. That I could be friend-zoning him without actually doing it. Not that anyone in their right minds would friend-zone Nevada when he's offering up oral as foreplay and lots of it.

"They don't see anyone else, but they also don't commit to each other?" I try not to laugh as I'm saying it.

He leans closer. "Yep."

"What did your last one-night stand say to that proposal?"

His voice is sincere when he says, "I've never asked anyone that before, but if I'm bein' honest, Estelle, if I even imagine you with another man, I'm afraid I'd have to legitimately rip his eyeballs from his head for even looking at you."

All my life I told myself I never wanted a man like that. Who wanted to fight battles for me and essentially protect me. I've always looked out for myself and my sister, I've had to. Mom had a lot of health problems growing up, and the fact she was an alcoholic didn't help much. I've never had a father figure before to compare anything to.

My lips part. "And his hands?" I find myself saying. "What would you do if he touched me?"

His face is deadly serious. "I'd cut them off and deliver them to you as a gift."

I screw my nose up. "That's pretty morbid."

"You're right. I hate blood, plus I'd probably have to borrow one of your sharper knives. So maybe I'll just shoot them off instead."

My heart thunders in my chest. I know he's not being serious, but there's something that turns me on about him defending my honor.

Without even getting to the next part of my question, he cups one side of my face and steps closer. "And his dick? I'd make sure he never got to use that for the rest of his life, Sweet Mama."

I want him to tell me I'm his. Why do I crave that so badly?

I take a shallow breath, my skin pebbling at his touch. I don't pull away.

"His tongue?" he breathes. "He won't ever talk again if that tongue touched you."

Holy shit. This guy is nuts, but he's my kinda nuts.

I curse myself for my ragged breathing. "You're unhinged."

"For you, I am. Does that scare you?"

I shake my head. "I sleep with a gun."

He grins, his lips brushing against mine. "I can't stop thinkin' about you."

"Asher…" I don't mean for his name to slip out like that. It just does.

He pulls me closer. "Say that again."

"We… We can't. Halo is coming over, she'll be here any sec?—"

His lips crash against mine and I don't stop the moan that escapes. Lord knows I've been holding it in for far too long. All of it. With Nevada, I can just let go. He doesn't care how loud I moan, or how I pull his hair or smash his face against my pussy because I don't want him to stop. He'll do it. And I don't necessarily want a little bitch to boss around. Heck, I've never even had that before. But something about him taking charge, bossing me a little... I like it. I never thought I would enjoy something like that.

His tongue greets mine and I open my mouth wider. His other hand snakes up my body, cupping my breast. Our kiss intensifies and he massages me and I grip onto his forearms for dear life.

I don't want to become unglued like this, in all things Nevada, but I can't help it. I can't help the feeling that we may both be a little nuts, but this feels right. My pussy tingles and right on que, he releases my breast and slips his hand down to the front of my jeans and underneath the waistband.

He hisses when he slides under my panty elastic and finds me so slick that it's embarrassing.

"Always so ready for me, baby ," he mutters against my lips. Wasting no time, he dips two fingers inside and I let go of him and undo my jeans, lowering the zipper so he has more room. I look down to see his hand moving around inside my panties and I pull him back into a kiss. I need it so much. I need this. To feel. To really feel.

The groans he makes melt the shards around my heart. I turn him on. I make him feel like this; like I'm the most beautiful thing in the world.

Suddenly, my phone rings. It's Kyle. I go to reach for it but Nevada knocks it away.

"You want to talk to another man while I fuck you with my fingers, princess?"

"I…" Let's face it, I have no words. His fingers move in and out of me as I lean my ass back on the table.

He bites down on my lip. "Cat got your tongue?"

"Kyle and Halo will be here any second."

"Then you'd better stop talkin' back to me."

The phone rings again. I close my eyes as Nevada leans over and brings the phone back.

"Answer it."

My eyes go wide. "I can't…"

"Yes, you can." He swipes the phone to answer and presses the speaker option.

Yanking my top up, he pulls my bra down and clamps his mouth around my nipple while his fingers still thrust inside me.

"Uh, Star?" Kyle says. "Are you there?"

"Y—Yes." I try not to pant, I really do, but this man is sending me to heaven and back. "I'm here. The line is… um, bad."

"We're almost there but Hales had to stop and buy camo boots because she thinks we're going into some kind of war zone."

I want to laugh, but the intensity of Nevada fucking me senseless with his fingers stops all rational thought. " Oh… Okay."

"You sound weird, is everything okay?"

I can't hold on my longer, not when Nevada brushes his thumb over my clit and sucks harder on my tit. "Yep! See you soon."

Before Kyle can say anything else, I hang up and then my orgasm escapes me in a loud shout as I climax hard. Nevada's hand works double time and he suckles me like a fucking God as I come undone, goosebumps rising on my skin at the intensity.

"I wanna fuck you so bad," he mutters.

" Asher ," I moan. "God, don't stop."

He yanks me off the table, pulls my other tit out and then leads me across the room toward the door, my back to him. Planting my hands against it, he says, "I'm gonna eat you out while your friends wait outside for you to answer. And you have to be quiet or they'll hear you."

"Halo has a key."

"Keep it latched."

"Nevada—"

"The longer you keep arguin', the more likely it'll be for them to catch us." He yanks my jeans and panties all the way down and spreads my legs. "Won't it?"

I shamelessly stick my ass out, needing his touch like I need air, and when he spreads my ass cheeks and whispers, " Holy Mother of God." I almost come undone right there.

He licks my asshole first and I jut forward in surprise. I turn to look over my shoulder and I almost die when I see him with his eyes closed, devouring me like he can't get enough. He does it again, then sucks on my pussy lips one by one, his fingers brushing against my sensitive nub as I try to chase another orgasm. It's right there…

He blows on my pussy and I stick my ass out even farther. When the tip of his tongue finds my clit, I detonate on impact as he flicks it back and forth. I roll my hips, my breathing labored and messy as I come again, rapidly this time. But Nevada doesn't let up. Nope. He isn't done.

He laps up my release and then his fingers slowly move to my entrance, he coats them, then moves back to my ass and coats the little bud. Oh, God.

His mouth against my ass cheek he mutters. "I can't wait to take this ass."

" Asher," I moan. "Please, hurry…"

"Take a deep breath, my angel. This will prepare you for my cock, because make no mistake, your body belongs to me now. Got it?"

I breathe hard, my eyes squeezed shut at how hot this is and how dirty he is. Then I feel a sharp smack against my ass cheek… Did he just…

"Answer me, Mama."

"Yes," I groan. His two fingers still fuck me and his thumb starts to move against my asshole. "Oh, my…"

And here I was thinking that I'd be shoving him off my doorstep without even letting him in. What an idiot…