***Crane***

 

I’ve felt her tits pressing against my back and sliding down my body, now I’m about to see them. I lick my bottom lip as she grabs the hem of her sweatshirt and pulls it over her head.

Just as I imagined, perfect set of tits. More than a damn handful and my hands are fucking big. This woman has a body that’s made for my kind of fucking. Grab those hips that are lush, dig my nails in while I bounce her tight cunt up and down my cock. Full breasts dancing in my face. Dream. Cum. Through. And it is a dream because I’ve never had a woman who could handle all of me.

She doesn’t even falter when she slides down her yoga pants and stands before me naked. No shame, no damn emotion on her face whatsoever. As if her whole life she’s been a rock in the sand. Bounced around so many times that the rough edges have been numbed. Fuck. I might be twisted inside, but that shit even pulls at my heartstrings.

I snatch up her clothes and leave her in the tub to soak. She’s naked, wet, and there’s nowhere to go anyway. Throwing her stuff in the washing machine, I set the program and head toward the tiny kitchen.

I’m a nomad, so most of the time I ride from one town to the other. I’ve got five cabins like this scattered across the country. It’s where I pull back to grab some alone time. I never do well when I’m around people for more than one day. I mean, I can grab a Club party a few times a week, fuck whores, and drink with my brothers, but I leave every single night. I ride alone and yet I know I have my brothers, the Lost Valkyries MC, who all have my back.

I switch off the crockpot that’s filled with chili and grab two plates. I place the food filled plates on the table and throw two spoons on there as well. Opening a closet in the hallway, I grab one of the towels and walk out back.

Her arms are out of the water, all spread out, as if she’s hugging the hot tub. Her head has fallen back, eyes closed. The rest of her body is just drifting near the surface. Cunt all exposed for my eyes only. Fuck. There’s a tiny strip of curls on her mound. Black, nicely trimmed. Enough for me to grab and pull to get her to open her eyes when they’ve closed from the pleasure my cock will give when I’ve buried myself inside her.

“Give me the towel.” Her voice breaks my damn staring.

I clear my throat and throw the towel on the floor next to the tub. A dick move but the surface is pretty clean and I have to get out of here and pull myself together. She’s a damn job. Why didn’t I end her in that alley? That would have been quick and easy. I shake my head against my own stupidity. I can’t believe...

“Thank you.” A puff of air that flows through the room enters my ears and shoots straight to my dick.

My gaze hits her and she’s standing across from me, the towel wrapped around her.

I can barely manage a nod while I growl out two words. “Sit down.”

I shove a plate her way when she grabs a chair.

Stalking my way toward the fridge, I grab a beer and hold it up. “Want one of these, or water?”

“One of those, please.” She gives me a tight smile.

I open both bottles and hand one to her before I sit and start to empty my plate. I’m filled with utter surprise when I look up and see she’s already finished her plate and is sitting back, nursing her beer. There’s a look of utter contentment all over her face.

“You enjoying yourself over there?” I can’t help but smile, but it kinda dies when I realize… “Fuck. How long has it been since you last ate?”

She takes a swig, places the bottom of the bottle on her belly and sighs. “A good meal? Three days ago. Also chili, I made it myself...didn’t taste anything like this, though. You’re good.”

And the smile is back. “Thanks, I know.”

One eye opens. “Are you always this cocky?”

“Yeah, Pickles. It’s a given when you excel in everything.” I start to finish my food when I need to stop because of a sexy giggle that flows through the air.

“What’s your name? Mister Cocky?” The stunning smile she’s sporting is making my chest squeeze.

I tap my pecs, the patch there clearly states “Crane”.  

“Ah.” She nods. “I thought it was a function or something.”

My head falls back and I bark out my laughter. Shaking my head, I let her know. “You might think so, huh? Maybe it is. When they want something they can’t…reach, they call me in.”

“So not everyone of Lost Valkyries MC is a…hitman? Are you a hitman? Or just a handyman of sorts?” Her gaze searches mine, not one fucking ounce of fear or judgment in there.

I feel my left eyebrow rise. “It’s not very wise to ask those kind of questions, sweetheart.”

“Humor me, Crane. I mean, I’ve got nothing left to lose. You brought me here in the middle of nowhere, you’re you, last supper and all. Just give me an honest conversation…and be done with it.” She fucking shrugs.

“You that eager to die, bitch?” She flinches at the tone of my voice. Good, wake the fuck up.

The beer bottle that was in her hands is placed on the table with a loud bang while her body jumps up from the chair. Before one word can fall from her lips, or another fucking move comes from her body, I’ve got my fingers wrapped around her fine throat and her back against the wall.