Mel
Holy shit.
Euphoric tingles swept over my body like a gentle wave, and I smiled as Nicky’s whiskers tickled my neck. A fine wine, I’d compared him to. I held back my snort. More like a Glenfiddich fifty-year-old Scotch only a select few people ever got the privilege of sipping.
Best lay ever, and fuck was I addicted. No way was I about to let him leave me for the damn cot downstairs. I clung to his body, breathing in pure male and the remnants of whatever warm cologne clung to his skin.
A sigh rippled down through me, and my muscles gave way, releasing their hold on Nicky.
His softening cock slipped from my body, leaving me empty yet satisfied. “Be right back,” he grumbled, his voice low.
I straightened my legs and winced as he slid off the bed. While gymnastics had been fun in grade school, my body didn’t like the idea of bending in ways it wasn’t used to. He’d held me down tight as hell, but I’d been too far gone with lust to care about the fact I could have made out with my knees while he fucked my ass.
Snickering, I rested on the mattress that seemed to drain the life right out of me. Eyes closed, buzzing in the afterglow of our fucking, I listened as he cleaned up in the bathroom. A few minutes later, the bed dipped, and he lifted one of my legs.
I reached for the wet cloth in his hand, but he shook his head. “Let me.”
I’d never had a man care for me like Nicky did, wiping away every trace of cum from my pussy and lube from my ass. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, setting the washcloth on my bed stand.
“No.” I grabbed his forearm and tugged, needing him beside me.
He stretched out, and I rolled to my side to face him.
Sated blue eyes peered into mine, and I ran my fingers along his whiskered jaw, my thumb finding his lower lip, same as before. “Did I hurt you?” I finally asked, breaking the stillness between us.
“No.” His sweet, whiskey-scented breath brushed over my face, and I leaned up to kiss him.
Languid strokes of our tongues led to a shuddering sigh.
“Best damn fuck of my life,” I whispered, finally pulling away.
He smiled, sending an ache through my chest. Dimples. Flashing teeth. Even his eyes twinkled.
“You are so damn hot,” I murmured, staring at him.
His chest vibrated against mine as laughter passed his delicious lips. “You drunk?”
“Hell no. Just smitten with our town’s newest bad boy resident.”
Nicky’s smile faded along with the laughter in his eyes. He seemed to retreat inside of himself. “I am bad.”
“Were.”
He heaved a heavy breath and rolled onto his back, staring at my ceiling. “I don’t know what the fuck I am anymore. All I’ve known, all I can remember being is a biker gang member. Fucking drug dealer and protector of my brothers.”
I lay my hand on his chest and pressed against his side, soaking in the softness and warmth of his skin. “You’ve got a blank slate before you. Fill it up however and with whatever the hell you want.”
“Knock off a few bucket list items?” he asked without any trace of amusement.
“If you’ve got one, start it early while you still have time enough to mark them all off.”
He turned his head toward me and lifted a hand to tuck strands of my hair behind my ear. “I thought you would be the death of me tonight.”
I smiled. “Heart attack while humping?”
The light returned to his eyes. “Death by fucking.”
“Didn’t work if that was your wish.” I kissed a skull on his shoulder. “But you can try again if you want.”
“Is that an invitation to stay until morning?” he asked. “Because you wore my old ass out and I don’t feel like moving.”
“Stay until morning,” I whispered, my heart and body telling me I never wanted him to leave.
He continued to peer into my eyes, his expression unreadable.
“What?” I asked.
Lips pursed, he shook his head and ran a knuckle down my cheek.
“Tell me.”
“I’ve never wanted to spend the night with a woman before.”
My heart lit up in my chest. “Really?”
“Really. There’s something about you that makes it easy for me to relax. Shit.” His lips twitched. “I’ve never done the pillow talk thing, either.”
“Same here.”
He rolled toward me again, propping his head alongside mine on the pillow I used. “Talk to me.”
“About what?” I asked while tucking a hand beneath my cheek.
A light shrug lifted one of his shoulders. “Anything. Everything.”
“Okay.” I blew a breath between my lips. “I grew up right here in hicksville in a tiny ass apartment with my mom. My dad was a one-night-stand sperm donor twenty-nine years ago, and Mom always claimed I was enough for her. She never married, never had any more kids.”
“Did you ever consider trying to find your dad? Did you ever want to?”
“Nope. Never needed him, so why bother? ‘Course”—I snickered—“Kelly says I go for older men because of some daddy complex I have.”
“So what’s the real reason you go for the older men, then?”
“Why drink a cheap wine when the good stuff is aged in oaken barrels to perfection?”
Nicky actually chuckled, widening my smile.
“There’s that killer smile again.”
Silence settled for a few seconds while we stared at each other.
“So your turn,” I said. “Where are you from and all that good stuff?”
“Grew up in Melrose, Mass. Both my parents passed, and Ellen was my only sister. Suzie’s the only family I have now that I left the Gliders.” A frown flitted across his brow.
“Are you regretting that decision?”
“The only thing I regret is getting involved with them to begin with. I was so caught up in the idea of a brotherhood, putting the club first and all that shit, that I was blinded to the truth of what we were doing. What I condoned and protected.”
“It isn’t your fault,” I said quietly. I’d meant Ellen, and he nodded as though understanding.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Listening.” He pulled me against him and gently kissed my lips. “And for not kicking me out tonight.”
****
A calloused palm roamed my hip and thigh, and I blinked my eyes open as a shiver rippled over my entire body, pebbling my skin. I stretched, arching my back and pressing my ass against the hard cock behind me.
Nicky’s low growl and fingers gripping my hip sent a shot of pure lust straight to my pussy. He pressed his chest against my back and pulled me against him with a rough jerk. “I want to fuck you,” he said, reaching a hand between my thighs to stroke through my wetness.
“Mmm.” I smiled and reached a hand over my shoulder to run my fingers through his thick hair.
Cock pressing against my thigh, Nicky pressed two fingers inside of me with a growl. “Is that a yes?” His rasped morning voice sounded like sin and sex, and I wanted both.
“Yes.”
He rolled away, and the crinkling of a condom wrapper sounded before he returned, sliding an arm beneath me and a leg between mine.
I propped my leg over his thigh, and he reached around again, teasing my clit while rubbing his cock through my slickness.
“Tell me you want me inside of you,” he said with a groan against my ear, his other hand slipping beneath my body to grasp one of my breasts.
“I want your cock in me.”
Nicky thrust, and I gasped, arching at the sudden invasion that left me full and aware of the soreness from the night before.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good squeezing my cock, little girl.” He stopped rubbing my clit and wrapped his arm around my waist to keep me from moving. “I could die a happy man right now.”
“Don’t you dare.” I tried to grind my ass against him. Needed him to move, but he held still, nuzzling my neck, massaging my breast. “Damn sadist,” I grumbled, clenching my pussy muscles.
“So fucking good.” He brushed his hand down over my stomach and flicked my clit.
“Goddammit!”
He flicked again, and my body tried to buck but failed.
“Move!” I gasped as he extended my clit between two of his fingers while plucking my nipple.
“I want you to come around me first. Clench me tight with this sweet pussy.” Three quick flicks and my climax rushed over me.
“Christ!” I shrieked as a gush of wetness coated his cock buried still inside of my spasming pussy. “Goddamn you, Nicky! Please!”
With a growl, he pulled out and slammed in over and over, the animal unleashed, drawing out my climax and sending another ripping through me before I caught my breath. His hip bones drilled into my ass with every forceful thrust, his hold on my waist keeping me from moving.
I dug my fingernails into his forearm that rippled and flexed beneath my hold. Like a steel cage, his body held me tight while fucking me with pure ferocity.
“One more.” He bit my earlobe. Loosening his hold, he yanked on my nipple and clit at the same time again with enough pull to send shooting pain and pure lust on its heels through my body.
Another shriek tore from my lips, and I arched my back, thrusting my ass toward him.
“So. Fucking. Sexy.” Nicky thrust with each word, the head of his cock slamming against my womb. “Fuck!” He squeezed me tight and shuddered, his cock jerking inside of me. “Fuck, Mel.” A few more thrusts and he stilled, his arms in a vise clamp around me, face once more buried in my neck.
“I haven’t killed you yet,” I muttered, completely spent and limp, “but you’ve wrecked me.”
For life.
Tingles continued to roll through my body as our breathing quieted. Nicky loosened his grip and returned to rubbing his hand along my hip and thigh still draped over his.
I didn’t want to move, could have been content to stay in bed all day.
“Tell me you have coffee,” Nicky grumbled near my ear, his whiskers tickling.
“I have coffee,” I said, stroking up his forearm to lace my fingers through his still atop my breast. “You’ll have to let go of me, though.”
“Don’t fucking want to.”
A huff of laughter jiggled my breasts, and with a sigh, he released me, his softening cock slipping from my body and leaving me with a heavy emptiness.
His footsteps padded across my floor, and I rolled onto my back, stretching and wincing yet again at the soreness between my thighs. Damn. I squeezed my inner muscles, expecting we’d have to take it easy the rest of the day.
“Fuck.” Muttering a few more curses, I sat up and pushed my messy hair over my shoulders.
Nicky stood in the bathroom door in all his naked, tattooed glory, long, flaccid cock hanging between his muscular thighs.
“Goddamn, you’re fine.” I breathed the words, drinking in my fill.
His stomach muscles tightened, and I groaned as my drool factory roared to life. “Coffee. Yes.” I tore my stare from his sinful body and slid off the bed onto wobbly legs. I grabbed my robe, wrapped it around me, and shuffled into the kitchen, trying to ignore the sting between my thighs.
It’s like I lost my virginity all over again, I thought while measuring out the grounds. I couldn’t imagine losing my virginity to a cock like Nicky’s. A shudder rippled through me, and Nicky’s presence behind me pebbled my skin.
A smile sprang to my lips, and I glanced over my shoulder. “Good morning.”
His dimple made an appearance, and fuck me, did I feel myself falling. “Morning.”
God, his morning voice…
My pussy didn’t give a damn it’d just been plundered. Warmth lit inside of me, and I shook my head. The worst drug.
Neither of us spoke while the coffee brewed and I pulled mugs from the cabinet. I popped some cinnamon raisin bread Kelly had made into the toaster and grabbed the creamer from the fridge.
“I’m not a big cook,” I said, placing the toast and butter on the table a minute or so later. “Thank God for best friends who can.”
Although Nicky’s smile had diminished, the light in his eyes remained as he watched me putter around the kitchen, pouring our coffee. He mumbled his thanks when I placed a steaming mug in front of him.
“So.” I sat and wrapped my hands around my coffee cup. “What are your plans?”
His brow rose as he lifted his mug. “For?” He sipped and rumbled appreciation. “Good coffee.”
“Thanks.” I smiled and sipped. “What were you planning on doing for work?”
He shrugged and took a piece of toast off the plate. “Hadn’t thought much about it. I’ve got enough in the bank that I don’t need to work.”
“Early retirement, huh?”
A ghost of a smile flitted over his lips. “Just over ten years too early.”
So maybe a little older than I’d originally guessed, but I didn’t give a shit. “I’ve got a proposition for you.”
“I’m all ears.”
“I’ve been working thirteen-hour days for the past two weeks because my other bartender quit.”
“Shit.”
“I enjoy working the bar, but I’m getting behind on paperwork and could really use someone to spare me during the slow hours right after lunch.” I lifted my mug and sipped again as he studied me.
“You’re offering me a bartender position?”
“If you want it, yes.”
“I’m not a big talker.”
“Most people would rather have an ear.”
He grimaced and took a big bite of toast, chewing, gaze still latched on my eyes. “I’ll do it on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
His blue eyes darkened as he glanced at my lips. “I stay here until I can move into my apartment.”
“On the cot?” I asked with a smirk.
“No. In your bed, between your legs. Every night.”
I swallowed against the sudden dryness in my throat. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Dominic Landon.”