Chapter 18

18

AMITY

I lie with my head in G's lap while Nevaeh talks to him quietly. My eyes are closed, but I'm awake. I'm way too comfortable to move, speak, or even be human anymore. I'm just going to pretend I'm a dog and let him call me a good girl while he pets me.

When we got back, Nevaeh was tapping away on her laptop. I offered to leave again if she wanted quiet, but she insisted she needed a break because her brain wasn't absorbing caffeine fast enough to remember how to use the English language correctly.

I filled her in on our day so far, skipping over the issue with Blade because I felt G tense up when I mentioned his name. By the end of our talk, G had relaxed again, and Nevaeh had decided that Legs would be our new friend. We'd show Midas what an idiot he was—Nevaeh's words, not mine. I was thinking something a lot stronger than ‘idiot.'

"I feel like it's time for me to threaten to kick your ass if you hurt my bestie."

"You gonna carry a step stool around with you just in case, Tinkerbell?" he teases.

"Now, why would I need a step stool when I'm the perfect height to junk punch you?" she asks sweetly. I bite back my grin as G laughs.

"Good point. But you don't need to worry. We both know if I hurt Amity, she'll kick my ass herself."

"That's true, but don't think I didn't notice you didn't actually say you wouldn't hurt her."

"Alright, I'm gonna be brutally honest with you here, Tinkerbell. I'm a guy who's never had to work at getting pus—er—women. I haven't dated… well, ever."

"I know that feeling," she grumbles.

"So, yeah, I'm gonna fuck up. I'll make her mad and maybe even make her cry. But I promise I won't do it on purpose, and I'll learn from it. I don't know what the future holds for us, but I'm all in. Truthfully, I'm just trying to hold back so I don't scare her off."

There's silence for a moment, and I process his words.

"You're pretty sweet for a biker, you know. I can see why she likes you."

"Fuck, not you too. I'm not sweet. I'm scary. Grr."

"I'm terrified. Truly," Nevaeh deadpans. "Anyway, I'm gonna leave you two alone now."

"See, I scared you away," he chuckles.

"Uh, no. I hate to burst your manly bubble but I need to do some grocery shopping because I can't eat the crap she eats."

"I thought she ate pretty healthy?"

"Exactly! But a woman can't survive on eggs and lean meats alone, G. I need carbs, ice cream, pasta, pizza, and anything else that'll make me regret putting it in my mouth the next morning."

There's silence again before G bursts out laughing, and I can't help but giggle, too.

"Yeah, yeah, I realized how that sounded after I said it. Alright, Little Miss Faker, I'm heading out. Do you need anything?"

I open my eyes and roll over. I look up into G's amused ones as he pushes my hair back.

"Sure, Nevaeh. Thanks so much, Nevaeh," she mutters.

"Sorry. I was distracted. I'm good, though. I can't think of anything I need."

"I can think of something," G says with a smirk.

"And on that note, I'm out. Be safe, and I mean that in every possible way." She slams the door behind her, leaving the RV in silence.

I feel the electricity crackle between us, and my pulse races wildly as I see his eyes darken with need. He licks his bottom lip, his tongue ring poking out for a second, and I swear to God, I whimper.

"You're so fucking beautiful. I want to hear you make that sound when I'm inside you. If you don't want that, tell me now?—"

I reach my hand around the back of his neck and pull his mouth down to mine. The moment our lips meet, he takes control, deepening the kiss until I'm suddenly on my feet. He quickly strips me naked, then steps back and admires me like I'm a piece of art he can't quite believe he's seeing.

Somehow, I manage to stop myself from squirming and melting into a puddle.

He removes his cut and places it on the chair, then takes his gun and sets it on the counter next to mine. Pulling his T-shirt over his head, he reveals a canvas of lickable skin covered in tattoos. My eyes roam over all the ink and muscle, not bothering to hide the hunger in my gaze.

"Keep looking at me like that, and I'm going to come in my pants before we even start." I bite my lip to hide my smile as I look up and continue to watch him.

He kicks off his boots and socks before popping open the button on his jeans and lowering the zipper. I walk toward him, adding a little extra sway to my hips. His eyes skim over my scars like they're invisible and go straight to my boobs.

I've got quite a few scars, more than most women my age. The ones from the accident have mostly faded, but I've collected plenty more over the years. I wouldn't say I'm self-conscious about them. It's hard to be disappointed in a body that's fought so hard for me. Still, that doesn't mean it didn't cross my mind that he might be disappointed in what he saw. The last time, we were in such a hurry that he didn't really get a chance to take me in. Now, he has all the time in the world, and I might as well have flawless skin because he hasn't noticed a single one.

"You really are obsessed with my boobs."

"Have you seen them? They're fucking spectacular. Trust me, if guys had you on their bedroom walls, they'd be jerking off non-stop over how amazing they are."

I shudder. "I'm glad I don't get that kind of attention."

I grab the cushion from the couch and place it on the floor at G's feet before I kneel on it. I reach into his back pocket, pull out his brass knuckles, and slide them on. Hooking my fingers in the loops of his jeans, I drag the material down, taking his boxers with them. Once he steps out of them, I toss them on the chair beside us.

"You want to suck my dick, Amity?" His voice is rough with need, making my nipples pebble.

I nod as I wrap my hand around his hard length and start stroking him. I won't lie and say the piercings don't intimidate me. They might feel amazing inside my pussy, but my throat is a whole nother story. Still, I know G won't get pissed off if I need to stop.

He groans, his hands sliding into my hair, but he doesn't force my head down. He lets me set the pace, holding himself back. Silly man. Doesn't he know there's nothing sexier than a man coming apart at the seams?

I lean closer and circle the head of his cock with my tongue as I stroke him. His body is tense as hell as he tries to maintain his control, and I can't resist glancing up at him with a sweet, innocent look.

"It's so big. I'm not sure I can handle it all."

"Baby, I don't care," he says through clenched teeth. "Just do what you're comfortable with. As long as you don't bite my dick off, there's nothing you could do that I wouldn't like."

I smile.

Holding him still, I run my tongue along the thick vein on the underside of his cock, then trace over each of his silver stars, making him hiss. I tease him a little longer before I take him into my mouth.

His hands tighten in my hair as I find my rhythm. I'm relieved the piercings aren't a problem; the metal bars add a unique feel, sliding smoothly against my lips and tongue. I adjust my movements to make the most of the sensation, enjoying how the cool metal contrasts with his warmth.

After a few minutes, I pull free and look up at him. "You know, I've learned a lot of random skills being a stunt person. Some I know I'm never using again. But some come in really handy, like that time I learned to swallow swords."

Too lost in the sensation of my hand moving up and down his cock, it takes him a moment to process my words. When his eyes widen, I take him back into my mouth and keep going until I feel his cock in my throat.

"Fuck!" he curses as I swallow and look up at him with a wicked smile in my eyes.

I slide him in and out of my mouth, taking his dick all the way down my throat each time. His grip tightens on my hair as he fights the urge to take over.

I pull back. "I don't have a gag reflex, G. You won't hurt me. Take me as hard and as fast as you want."

With a snarl, my words having the desired effect, he guides my mouth back to his cock. "Open."

I do as he says, moaning around him as he thrusts in deep.

"Jesus, I must've been a fucking saint in a past life to deserve you."

He picks up his pace, and I hold still, giving in to the sensation. I feel myself getting wet and start to squirm.

"Stroke your clit, baby. I wanna see you touch yourself."

I widen my knees. Using the hand with the brass knuckles on, I slide two fingers inside myself before pulling them out and offering him a taste.

"Are you turned on from sucking my cock, baby?"

I moan my agreement as he leans down and sucks my fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. My pussy spasms in response, wanting that tongue in other places.

"Stroke that clit, baby. I want you nice and wet for me."

Reaching down, I do as I'm told, quickly soaking my hand, knowing I won't last long. I'm already too worked up. I whimper with need, a sound that seems to drive him wild. Wrapping my wet hand around the base of his cock, I press the cool metal of the brass knuckles against his hot skin.

He curses my name as cum shoots down my throat, but he doesn't give me all of it. He pulls out and watches me stroke him to completion, the rest of his cum hitting my breasts and dripping down my hand, coating the brass knuckles.

"I need to be inside you," he growls. "I'm clean. I always use protection."

"Me too. I'm clean too. I get tested because of work."

"Good. You okay with taking me bare?"

I nod, words failing me as I imagine what it'll feel like to have him come inside me. I've never had sex without a condom before. I never wanted to risk it, but it seems there isn't much I won't do for G.

"Lay back."

I hesitate for a second before thinking, fuck it . I get off the cushion and lie back, taking it and sliding it under my head.

"Now bend your knees and spread your legs."

This time, I don't hesitate. I want him, and I want him now.

He gets down on his knees and moves between my thighs, but he doesn't slide his dick inside me like I thought, much to my disappointment.

"Hand," he says, not taking his eyes off me.

I lift my hand, knowing what he wants, and watch as he takes the brass knuckles from my hand and slides them on. He drags his fingers through the cum on my chest, sending tingles through my body before lifting them to show me how wet they are. I open my mouth to suck them, but G has other ideas, plunging his fingers inside my slick pussy with a hard thrust.

I arch my back and cry out as the brass knuckles bump against my clit. The carpet beneath me is sure to leave rug burns on my skin, but I couldn't care less.

"I can't wait to come inside you. I want to watch it drip out of your pussy so I can fuck it right back into you."

He twists his wrist, and stars explode behind my eyes. His words and the way he's working my body have me crying out, my orgasm barreling down on me like a runaway train. He lowers his head and swirls his tongue around my clit while his fingers keep driving in and out of me.

When he lightly grips my clit with his teeth, my brain short-circuits, and I hear myself begging. "Please, I need to come."

"You want to come on my fingers or my cock?"

"Your cock," I answer, then immediately regret it. He's just come, so I'll have to wait.

But then I feel him pressing against my entrance and realize he's hard again already. He rubs the tip against me, and I sob.

"Please, G. I need to come."

"Then come, baby. Squeeze the fuck out of my cock," he commands as he thrusts inside me, ripping a scream from my throat as I explode around him.

Growling, he doesn't let up. He fucks me hard and deep, dragging out my orgasm until I can't tell if I'm coming down or if I'm about to peak again. I grab his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I hold on for dear life and sob his name.

He leans over me and skims his lips over my breast before his mouth moves to my painfully erect nipple. He flicks it with his wet tongue before blowing on it, making it harden further. My head spins and my pussy throbs like I didn't just come.

"Again, Amity. I want to shoot my cum inside you and feel your pussy flutter around my cock as it milks me dry," he growls with desire.

His teeth tug at my nipple as he thrusts into me hard. The mix of pleasure and pain is more than I can handle, and I gasp as my orgasm hits, leaving me shaking and gasping as my pussy pulses and squeezes around him. The speeding train has officially derailed, leaving me wrecked and ruined for all others as G groans, pushing deeper, then with a roar, he stills. I feel him come, his warmth filling me up before he collapses on top of me, his weight comforting.

It takes us a few minutes to catch our breath.

"I don't want to move," he tells me softly, his voice deep and gravely, rolling over my skin like thunder.

"I like where you are too, but I think I've got carpet burns on my ass and shoulders," I admit, making him chuckle.

He lifts himself up and braces his weight as he looks down at me, brushing the damp hair from my face. He kisses the tip of my nose before he pulls back and eases himself out of me. I start to move, but he presses his hand against my pubic bone to hold me down.

"Just wait a minute," he murmurs, his eyes on my pussy.

I flush when I realize he's watching his cum drip out of me.

He slides his fingers inside me, then pulls them out and strokes my sensitive clit with them. "You look so fucking sexy with my cum leaking out of you."

"You're kinda kinky, G." I sigh sleepily.

"You have no idea."

"Maybe not, but I'm willing to try anything once," I say, reaching up to stroke his cheek. "You show me what to do, and I'll tell you if I like it or not."

His eyes light up with that familiar grin.

"You've got yourself a deal. Just know, I'm not gonna go easy on you."

"Lucky for you, I've always been a little fearless."