Exquisite Danger (6 page)

I liked that.

He put his hand over the cellphone and said in a stern, no-bullshit voice, “Take your pants off and play with that sweet pussy for me. Fuck, the thought of being the first to do all these dirty things with you and knowing that I’m gonna be the only man you’ll ever have inside of you, makes me want to give your greedy body every inch of cock it wants, and then some. I own that golden cunt.”

I moaned loudly, and arched my hips up at him, begging him to touch me as he seduced me with his raw words. I wanted to argue that I belonged only to myself, but that wasn’t true. Smoke owned a piece of me now, not just my libido, but a bit of my heart and soul. I should’ve been freaked out, but I also realized I owned a part of him as well.

I looked into his dark eyes and studied his face, and found a dizzying amount of desire mixed with rougher, darker emotions. I deliberately made a great production of taking my clothes off, putting everything I’d learned while working at a strip club to good use. My moves were controlled, the dip of a shoulder to draw his gaze to my neck, a slight arch to my back that pushed my butt out.

His voice faltered for a moment then picked back up as he traced his fingers over my bottom. The tremble in his fingertips as he stroked me made me want to drive him crazy. This man loved me. It was evident in his every caress, his every glance, and his every territorial move. Smoke was one hundred percent alpha male, and his need to assert his dominance over me never failed to turn me on. He put his hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me down, then propped my butt up so I had to curve my spine to accommodate his silent demands.

Remembering what he wanted from me, I spread my legs the slightest bit and slowly ran my fingertip over the wet slit of my sex. Smoke went silent behind me for a long, long moment. When he spoke again, his voice had a rough edge to it that hadn’t been there before. I stared at the bed of the truck with unseeing eyes, my imagination painting vivid pictures of my man standing behind me, trying to concentrate on business while I tempted him with pleasure. The control that I had over Smoke with my body ramped my desire higher as I tried to entice him to touch me…taste me.

I teased myself and him, swirling two of my fingers through my arousal before sinking them slowly inside of me. I startled when Smoke grabbed my hips, but it was only so he could arch me further and spread my legs wider, leaving nothing of my body hidden from him. He stroked the back of my thigh with one hand, his voice becoming nothing but a rumbling sound in my ears as I reveled in his attention. My fingers felt good inside of me, but his cock would feel so much better.

“Touch me,” I whispered.

Evidently I said it loud enough so that Smoke could hear me, because a second later he spanked my bottom hard enough to sting. I almost jerked my hand away from my pussy in surprise, but his hand cupped over mine. He moved my fingers inside of me, using my hand to touch my pussy the way he wanted me to. I gave myself over to him completely, my bite-bruised breasts crushed to the blanket and my ass feeling heated in the cool air,

When he was satisfied that I was playing with my sex as he’d silently instructed, he removed his hand for a moment and unzipped his pants to free his thick erection. Then he ran his thumb near the entrance to my body, coating it with my arousal. I tensed when that thumb began to spread my natural lubricant up to my anus, but he just played with me, toying with my body until I was trying to get him to sink his thumb into my bottom. A naughty pleasure tightened my sex, and I groaned as he slowly breached my rear entrance with his thumb, which felt gigantic.

I tensed, not sure if I liked this sensation. It was weird and uncomfortable and…ohhhh, God... Smoke was smacking my hand away so he could press his rock-hard shaft against my pussy. His thumb turned from a distraction to an erotic thrill as he slowly sank into me, now speaking in English. I had no idea what he was saying, too caught up in the press of his almost unbearably thick dick breaching me where I needed him the most. The feeling of coming together was bliss, and I moaned from deep in my chest. When he went to pull out, I squeezed my inner muscles and earned a rough, choking sound from Smoke, followed by a snarl directed at the person on the phone.

“Baby, bite down on that blanket,” he whispered to me. “I don’t want this dirty fucker Hustler listening to you. You get too loud and I’ll stop fuckin’ you.”

I managed to gather the blanket, and hoped it was clean as I bit down on it. Personally, I didn’t give a shit if Hustler heard me. I’d seen him getting a blowjob by a pretty, but world-weary woman. Hustler could kiss my ass about me making any noises. It felt good to moan my pleasure into the cloth, and I had no doubt that Smoke—he loved gagging me—was getting off on the sight. Evidently, I had a bit of an exhibitionist streak because the idea of Hustler on the phone getting turned on by our fucking made my pussy clench. Now, I’m not saying I’d touch Hustler, ever, but I wanted to do anything and everything, as long as I did it with Smoke. A decadent shiver went through me at the sheer naughtiness of what we were doing, and I began to rock back onto Smoke’s devastating cock, enjoying the slow burn as he stretched me.

He stood still and let me experiment, his thumb still playing with my bottom. My eyelids slowly closed, and I became lost in the nothingness, my entire being focused on what kind of sensations I could coax from my buzzing nerves while rocking my hips back into Smoke. Soon, I was making little, pained noises into the blanket. There was a place on the upper part of my pussy that felt really, really good when he stroked over it in a certain way. The ridge of the crest of his shaft was pressing into me just right, and I shuddered then grunted.

I barely moved a few inches with each roll of my hips, trying to move to maximize that wonderful, hard tingle I got with every short stroke. It almost felt like he was rubbing my clit from the inside. Another hard moan escaped me, muffled by the blanket, then both of Smoke’s hands gripped my hips hard enough that it sent bright sparks of pleasure/pain surging through me.

“You like that, my naughty girl? When my cock strokes you right…there?”

I cried out as he shoved roughly into me, pressing hard on that spot and making my whole body shiver and shake.

“Yeah, you like that.” His chuckle was that of a smug, self-satisfied male. “We’ll have to see if I can make you squirt for me sometime. But right now, I need to fuck you before anyone else calls me.”

With that he pulled all the way out until the bulbous head of his dick stretched the entrance to my sex, a cry of distress leaving my lips before I could stop it. He laughed again, but the sound turned into a growl as he began to fuck me, harsh thrusts that rocked the truck with his movements. One of his hands left my hip and wound into my hair, pulling back hard enough that I couldn’t help but scream out my pleasure.

His other hand was still on my body, and he held me tight enough that I knew I would bruise, and that additional pain rocketed me into my orgasm. I shoved myself back at him, the wonderful tension in my body winding higher with each thrust until I broke for him, tiny whimpers escaping me as I tensed and released over and over, my pussy massaged by his thrusting cock through each delicious wave. I collapsed to the truck bed, and he followed me down, fucking me hard and deep. An involuntary aftershock moved through me, and my inner muscles, still buzzing after my release, clenched down on him. He bit my shoulder and ground me into the truck bed with his hard thrusts, then stilled. My body was still so sensitive, I could feel his throbbing pulses deep inside of me.

We remained joined together, our harsh pants blending with the songs of the insects and night creatures going about their business around us. It was a beautiful, peaceful sound. Smoke slowly pulled out, then melted next to me with a rough sigh that seemed to whisper through me. I blew my hair out of my eyes so I could see him and grinned at the slightly stunned look on his face. He blinked, then smiled back.

“Thanks, baby girl, I needed that.”

I laughed, riding the blissful wave of my orgasm. “Me too.”

He cupped my cheek. If I lived to be a million years old, I knew I would never find someone who fit me as well as my badass biker. “I love you. Best thing that ever happened to me.”

“I love you too, Miguel.”

He let out a soft growl but something else drew my attention, a faint beeping noise. I sat up immediately. “Get dressed.”

“What?”

“Those beeps mean we’ve got company on the way. Call my Dad and see if he is expecting any visitors.”

“Who do you think it is?”

“I’m not sure. This part of our property borders the commune where Lyric lives. They shouldn’t have any reason for being out here at this time of night.”

“You need to grab my gun?”

“No, that was a series of three beeps. Means vehicles approved to travel this road.”

He didn’t question me and got himself together while I scrambled to put my clothes back on. My feet were still bare when a truck pulled down the road and stopped in front of us, the bright lights blinding me. I raised my hand to block the glare, and a second later, a man’s voice said, “Who are you and what are you doing on private property?”

Smoke talked on the phone next to me as I yelled, “My name is Swan Anderson. My father owns this property. Who the hell are you?”

“None of your business who we are. What are you doing parked on the side of the road?”

“They look like sinners to me, Clint,” another man said in an arrogant, but vaguely familiar, drawling voice that held a slight slur. “Can’t be Swan because she wouldn’t disgrace her Daddy by fucking on the side of the road like some common whore.”

Smoke froze, and his anger moved through the air like the shock wave of a nuclear blast.

Trying to diffuse the situation as quickly as I could I yelled, “I couldn’t give a flying fuck what you think, but if you disrespect my father like that again, Clint, I’ll let Mimi know your sterling opinion of her husband and her daughter.”

I tried to get a good look at him, but the bright truck lights were right in my eyes, turning the men into silhouettes. I strained to see past the glare, but it was no use. The guy’s voice sounded familiar, and that was confirmed when he said something about me most outsiders wouldn’t know.

“Stepdaughter, no blood there.” the first man said just loud enough for me to hear before he raised his voice, his tone dripping in sarcasm, “’Sides, we ain’t scared. God will watch out for us. If I were you, I’d be more worried about what people are gonna think about you for being with that wetback
cholo
. You fucking the help? You gonna give your daddy brown Mexican grandbabies?”

Oh, hell the fuck
no
, he didn’t just say that.

Smoke tensed up next to me, then repeated what the guy had just said in a deadly whisper before he looked at me, murder in his eyes. “Get in the truck, Swan.” His voice was ice cold as he clutched the phone tight enough that I was afraid it would shatter in his grip.

I shook my head slowly. “No, Smoke, please.” My words sounded broken. “No violence. I know they deserve having their racist asses handed to them on a platter, but not now, please.”

He blinked twice before he swallowed hard. “No one talks to you like that.”

“I’m okay, really, it’s just words from a bunch of idiots.” I reached out and hesitantly touched his bicep while the men in the truck talked amongst themselves. They all slurred their words, and I was pretty sure they were wasted. Last I’d heard, alcohol was forbidden at Lyric’s compound, and I wondered if the new leader had any idea his men were out late at night getting shitfaced and driving around with guns. A drunk man with a firearm was dangerous at the best of times, let alone if Smoke gave in to their taunts. “Please, Smoke, we don’t need to borrow trouble right now.”

The phone squawked, and Smoke slowly raised it to his ear, watching me with dead eyes as he listened to my father. Smoke grimaced and nodded then said in a loud voice, “Mr. Anderson would like to inform you that he has now given me approval to use lethal force to remove you from his land. If you so much as breathe on his daughter, he has promised that he will bring the wrath of God down on your compound and let the devil figure out what to do with your rotten souls. And he is calling Pastor Middleton.”

The men in the truck cursed in a most unchristian manner before the one with the drawl said, “We’ll pray for your whoring ways, Swan. Never too late to ask the Lord for forgiveness for you and your cum dump of a sister. Heard her pussy was as sweet as honey and spicy as cinnamon. Your cunt taste like candy too?”

That’s it. I was going to fucking kill them.

Before I could leap from the truck bed, Smoke roared, “Get the fuck out of here, now, or I swear you’ll know what the fires of Hell feel like.”

One of their phones rang and was answered. A second later, the truck pulled out throwing a plume of dust and rocks.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly while Smoke vibrated with anger next to me. He thrust his phone at me then said in a low voice, “I gotta go for a walk real quick.”

Watching him stalk off, knowing that he needed time to cool down but still wishing he’d stay with me, I answered up the phone. “Hello?”

For the next ten minutes, I listened to my father rant about what he was going to do to those ‘racist cult motherfuckers’. Evidently, my dad was in a property dispute with them at the moment over access to the aquifer on our land. The cult had grown by leaps and bounds since Lyric’s father died. The new pastor brought in a bunch of his followers who were rumored to be white supremacists. My dad was concerned about their reservoir supporting the compound’s ever growing population. My dad also said that the pastor was a right fucking asshole and dirty as the bottom of a mineshaft. Evidently, Pastor Middleton liked the finer things in life, and while his followers lived an austere existence, he partied it up in a mansion and owned a Jaguar.

The ride back to my parents’ house was tense and anger-filled. I found myself curling up against the door next to me, breathing as shallow as possible in order to keep from attracting Smoke’s attention. I felt like a deer frozen in fear as a hungry predator stalked past, praying he didn’t notice me. My heart raced and my muscles were so tense I knew I’d be sore in the morning if I didn’t relax, but I just couldn’t. I hated Smoke’s rage. It made me uneasy, but I kept reminding myself that he would never hurt me, never touch me in anger. Still, the feeling of having disappointed him tore at my heart, like I’d let him down somehow by pleading with him not to go off on a murderous rampage over words.