Ridin' Dirty: An Outlaw Author Anthology (OAMC Book 1) (5 page)

“You don’t have a lot of time to do anything when you’re prospecting,” I admit, continuing to work the spot on her heel when her eyes flutter.

“I’ve never had a man, other than the one who does my pedicures, massage my feet.”

“Really?” What kind of pieces of shit had she been dating that didn’t rub her feet? I thought that was mandatory in a relationship. And not just foot massages—back, shoulder and neck massages too, which in turn, lead to sex.

“Have you forgotten the ‘don’t touch Maddie’ code everyone on the face of the planet lives by?” she asks, a look of sadness in her eyes.

No. I haven’t forgot. And the reminder that I’m betraying my brother is like a punch to the gut.

“I thought that just applied to the club.”

She shakes her head. “Nope. That applies to everyone. Besides, who wants to get to know a girl who constantly has a biker as a bodyguard?”

After the hell Logan’s father put Maddie through, Luke made damn sure to keep eyes on her when she went out. I’d been hanging around the club long enough to know that wherever she went, someone associated with the Renegades wasn’t very far behind. I guess I never really paid much attention to how protective Luke actually was.

“For a long time it was impossible to even find a guy who was up for just a one-night stand. But then,” she says, holding her finger up and smiling at me. “I discovered barroom bathrooms. Best. Sex. Ever.”

I don’t like her talking about fucking other men, hell my blood is boiling just thinking about some nameless motherfucker I want to rip in two right now, but I smirk anyway. “I don’t think you’re having very good sex.”

I shoot her a look that tells her I would be better.

I’m playing with fire. We’re flirting. I should be watching Rocky drink raw eggs and sweat and make me not hard. Instead, I’m discussing good sex with the girl next to me who smells like honey and looks like sin.

“I may not have a lot of sex, but when I do it’s good. Not everyone can be as experienced as you, Marty.” She shoots me a playful smile, and I hope like hell she didn’t feel my dick jump when she said my name. But it’s not just jumping. It’s throbbing. Hard.

“I promise you, babe.” My voice drops. “There’s a whole lot of pleasure you can’t get from fucking in a bathroom. Pleasure that requires you on your back, not up against a wall or bent over a sink.” My eyes fall to her thighs that I’m sure hold a delicious treasure between them. It would take me less than a second to push her knees apart and bury my face in her pussy.

Slowly, I drag my eyes back to hers when she whispers, “show me.” She’s breathing a little heavier. Her eyes are hooded. She wants me. I want her. On this couch. On her back. And if she can stand when we’re finished, over the bathroom sink.

But I made a promise to a brother.

I may not have said the words, but there is an unspoken agreement. Luke doesn’t want his brothers fucking with her. Nothing good could ever come of it. The MC is her family. It is my family. And if shit between us didn’t work out, then that family would be torn.

I want to stop thinking, reach out and grab a handful of hair, and pull her to me until her lips melt under mine.

I take a deep breath, and touch the patch on my leather. Fuck, I’m better than some animal lusting after her. I didn’t get my ass kicked so I could lose it all over a girl.

Clenching my jaw in frustration, I’m preparing to apologize for leading her on before explaining to her how this can’t happen. Not now. Not ever. But she doesn’t give me the chance.

She seems to be reading my damn mind, this girl.

“I’m not a little girl, Marty. I’m a grown woman who is intelligent enough to make her own decisions. And you’re a grown man.”

She fidgets with the hem of her shirt, turning her head so she’s facing the T.V. instead of me.

“I get it, though.” A hint of sadness sounds in her voice. “I’m just tired of being alone. Especially right now.” Her eyes look dilated, heavy-lidded, and damn if that mouth isn’t moving in a way that begs to be kissed.

Fuck, is she playing me? There’s no doubt in my mind she knows Luke asked me to look out for her. So there is a very good chance she’s using that to her advantage, hoping to break me down until I give in. It’s working.

“I’m not going to leave you alone, Maddie. I’m going to be here. But that’s it. Nothing more,” I growl, sounding sterner than I feel.

She doesn’t answer me.

She just turns up the volume on the T.V., rolls on her side and lays down as if I don’t exist. I feel my eyes trail unwillingly to her ass. It would take nothing to press up against her right now and take what I want. What we both want.

I want to say more. Explain myself better. I feel like she needs it. But then, she wiggles her toes that are still in my lap and looks over her shoulder at me with a smile.

“Can I still get that foot rub?”

And I know I’m forgiven.

When the credits start rolling at the end of the movie, I feel like beating the shit outta someone. Rocky has a way of pumping you up. And I’ve never been more thankful for something keeping my attention after the awkwardness between me and Maddie.

Her legs are over my thighs, and my hands rest on her calves. Every now and then, I’d catch myself stroking the satin flesh with my thumb. It felt natural—us on the couch, her limbs thrown over mine. Like friends. Problem is, I want to fuck my friend. And she wants to fuck hers, too. Or at least she did.

She’s sound asleep now. I can’t seem to relax with her near. She’s not just my friend, she’s my charge.

And Luke’s my brother.

Shit.

I grab the remote and cut the volume down and the sound of her low snores make me smile. If Luke hadn’t already told me, I’d have known by the dark circles under her bloodshot eyes that she hadn’t been sleeping. Knowing she can now with me here with her has pride swelling in my chest. I have a natural protective instinct, but it feels even more powerful knowing she’s the one I’m protecting.

I lift her legs and stand before laying them back down slowly in hopes I don’t wake her. Then I ease outside and grab my bag from my bike, lock up, cut out the lights and find the bathroom down the hall. My reflection tells me Maddie isn’t the only one not getting very much sleep. I was still suffering from the thirty minute intervals of rest I got when I spent three weeks in the hospital. I still don’t have my days and nights figured out.

After a hot shower, that I refused to beat off during, I throw on some sweats, grab the blanket from the back of the couch and throw it over a still sleeping Maddie. I’d carry her to bed, but I don’t want to wake her. So I leave her there and search the back rooms for a guest bed.

There isn’t one.

Logan’s bed is shaped like a fire truck and way too small for me. I consider sleeping on the floor, but Maddie’s bed looks pretty damn comfortable and I don’t think she’d mind me using it. If I’m lucky, maybe she’ll wake up and join me.

“Dumbass,” I mutter, throwing myself down on the bed that smells too much like her. She’s in my head. Both of them. My mind is consumed by her. My cock is still rock hard at those two little words.

Show me.

Fuck, I want to show her. Taste her. Touch her. Make her see just how good sex is. How good I can make it for her. I’m thankful she’s on the other end of the house. Far enough way so I can’t see her. But her scent is everywhere, and it’s not making my attempt at ignoring her any easier.

I close my eyes and try to force myself to sleep. I start to count sheep, and surprisingly, it works. My body starts to relax. My breathing deepens. And thoughts of sheep start to drift to other thoughts as my mind unwinds. But then I feel eyes on me. The air in the room has shifted and I know she’s here.

Cracking one eye open, I look up and there she is. Standing right next to the bed. The dark shadows in the room don’t let me get a clear view of her face, but I can see her mouth. Those lips that begged to be kissed. When her thighs tighten, my vision becomes cloudy—overtaken with lust and desire.

“Fuck it,” I growl, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her down on top of me. I immediately flip us so she’s beneath me, and I don’t give her time to catch her breath. I don’t give myself time to change my mind either. I just kiss her.

Her lips are soft and warm—just like I expected them to be. She opens her mouth to me and I claim it—lazily stroking her tongue with mine. She tastes like peanut butter and honey. Her body feels so small under mine—vulnerable, but eager. Almost desperate. She moans in my mouth as her nails find my shoulders and dig. When she twists her hips to rub against my thigh, I nearly lose it.

“We’re going to hell for this,” I say, my voice thick and low as I pull her shorts down her legs.

“This is hell,” she breathes, parting her knees and opening herself to me. “And I want to fuck the devil.”

Motherfucker.

For a fleeting moment, guilt settles in my chest at the reminder that I am a Devil—a Devil’s Renegade who knows how wrong this is. But when the heat of her pussy burns my face like a fucking inferno, the guilt subsides. I promised to take care of her. All of her. And that includes her pussy that is soaking wet with need. Want. Desire.

For me.

I slide my hands beneath her ass and lift her to my face—dragging my tongue up the length of her pussy. Her hands fist in the sheets as she lets out a long, low moan that has me growling against the tender flesh. The vibrations of my voice send pleasure spiking through her, and her thighs tighten around my head in an attempt to pull me closer.

I don’t want to tease her or draw this out. I want her coming. Now. On my face, so she can taste herself when I kiss her while I drive my cock deep inside the wet walls of her pussy. So I find the tiny, swollen clit that holds the promise of her pleasure. And mine.

My tongue works circles over the small nub as I suck it hard in my mouth.

She fights to pull away from me—the feeling intense and almost too much. She begs me for something, but doesn’t know what. Moments later she stills, then explodes around me. I soften the strokes of my tongue as she jerks and convulses around my face. The sweet essence of her release coats the back of my throat. When her legs fall limply from my shoulders, I move up her body and kiss her hard—letting her taste herself on my lips.

With my mouth still on hers, I fumble with the shit on the night stand until I find my wallet. Sitting up on my knees, I retrieve a condom and fist my cock in my hand—my clothes now on the floor with hers.

“Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Maddie,” I demand, keeping my eyes on hers as I sheath my dick. She’s still breathless and reeling, trying to focus on my words. “Tell me, babe,” I say, my voice lower. I rub my hands up and down her legs, trying to pull her back from that state of euphoria she still seems to be in.

“I just want it. Please…”

She’s begging. I like it. I’m ready to give her what she asks for. So I line the head of my cock at the slick entrance of her still pulsing pussy. “Fuck…” I hiss. She’s tight. Really tight. I’m afraid I’m hurting her, but she widens her legs and lifts her hips in invitation. I push further, ignoring the urge to come even though my body demands I do.

“So good…so fucking good…” she murmurs. “Just like this. Fuck me just like this.” She likes the slow, long strokes, so that’s what I give her. I bury myself completely, pull almost all the way out then push back in. The pace is slow and measured. Long and hard. I can keep my shit together this way, and prolong the feeling for her. I will fuck her for hours, just like this if she’ll let me.

“Talk to me.”

My lip curls at her sweet demand. This girl is kinky. I like that, too.

“You like feeling this cock in that sweet, little pussy?” Her answer is a soft mewl. I thrust hard inside her. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes!”

I shove into her roughly again. “Yes what?” It takes her a moment, but she finally finds the breath to answer me.

“I like feeling your cock inside me.”

“Good girl,” I praise.

Her eyes open—locking on mine. They’re wide with shock. Her cheeks pink with embarrassment. But her pussy squeezes hard around me.

“You like it when I tell you you’ve been a good girl?” She stares at me open mouthed. But nods.

The innocence on her face is too much. This girl is a sex vixen and doesn’t even know it. I’m her protector—her guardian. I promised to take care of her. I am. And there is something deliciously kinky about telling her when she’s done something that makes me proud. And there’s something even kinkier about her vulnerability that makes her naturally submissive to me. I’ve always known I liked it. But she’s just finding out how much she does.

“Get on your knees, Maddie.” I expect her to instantly submit to my demand, but she surprises me when she shakes her head. I cock an eyebrow at her. “Somebody wants to see what happens when they’re a bad girl.”

Her cheeks darken, but she doesn’t deny it.

Gripping her hips, I flip her on her stomach. She gasps when I pull her to her knees and fist my hand in her hair—pulling until her back meets my chest. Her head is slightly bent and I kiss the soft skin on the side of her neck tenderly—my actions going from one extreme to the next. By the heavy beat of her pulse, I know she’s enjoying every bit of it.