Exquisite Redemption (Iron Horse MC Book 3) (23 page)

“What do you mean, ‘like that’?”

I soothed her frowning lips with the thumb of my free hand. “I mean it was art.”

Her eyes widened and for the first time I saw her true age in a way I hadn’t before, the innocence she’d managed to retain beneath all her jaded disdain. “Exactly. You understand.”

“I understand more than you think. Do you understand how important you are to me already?”

She looked away, her shoulders slumping the slightest bit. “I wish I was.”

Frustrated and irritable from lack of sleep, I jerked my boots, then pants and socks off as I laid it out for her, hoping she was sober enough to remember this conversation. “I don’t know why you can’t believe this, someone in your past obviously fucked you over good, but I like you. I want to be with you, I want you to be with me. Yeah, I’m older and your dad may flip out about it, but a boy your age could never treat you better than I will. I get off on making you feel good, making you smile
.
I thrive on that shit. When you’re happy, I’m happy, and you gotta believe I’ll put work into making that so.”

She slowly looked up at me through her pale lashes and tears glimmered in her eyes as she sniffled. “You’re so awesome.”

“Baby.” Gathering her into my arms, I led my battered woman to the bed and got her situated before turning off the light and sliding in next to her. “I’ve got you, relax.”

After a moment of pushing pillows around, we both turned to each other, our foreheads pressed together as we entwined our fingers. My thigh slid between her legs, my erection pressing into her stomach while her breasts pillowed against my bare chest. She smelled like some unfamiliar shampoo, but that faint hint of peaches was still there. So sweet.

I needed to sample her sweetness, had traveled all the way here in the dead of night to get just a sip. Shifting my head, I brushed my lips against hers, being oh so careful to take it easy. She tried to deepen the kiss but I pulled back and instead rolled us so I was on my back and her body was curved into mine, with her cheek resting on my shoulder. With a low groan, I readjusted my healing leg.

Right away she started to soothe me, her fingers stroking my chest as she said, “How are you feeling?”

“Now that I’m with you, good. Couldn’t stay away from you tonight. Tried to give you your space to settle, but I was fuckin’ miserable going to bed alone.”

“I missed you too,” she whispered. “You wanna know something cool?”

“What?”

“I’m not scared right now and I don’t have the bathroom light on or anything.” Her fingers stopped petting me and remained tense over my heart. “I travel with a nightlight.”

“Why you so scared of the dark?”

She tried to draw away. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Pulling her back, I hastily changed the subject. “If you could have any kind of house, what would it be?”

Ever so slowly, she relaxed her body back into mine and I marveled at how damn soft she was. “You ask the strangest questions.”

“And?”

“Modern.”

“Gotta give me more than that.”

“Why are you asking me about my dream home?”

“You said we don’t know each other, so I’m getting to know you. Person’s house says a lot about them and I’m curious as to what you like, where you could see yourself bein’ happy.”

For a long moment she was silent, her fingers tracing through my chest hair. “I’d be happy anywhere I’m loved. A building doesn’t do that, it’s the people who fill it that make a difference.”

“So sweet,” I murmured as I stroked my hand down her slender back, to the swell of her tight ass. “So damn sweet.”

She yawned, “I’m plenty sour.”

“But I get the sweet.”

“Whatever.”

“Goodnight,
mi riena
.”

“Night, my king.”

Chapter 11

Sarah

I
wish I could say I was a good girl and listened to Beach about no sex, but as soon as I’d had enough sleep to refresh myself and get rid of the drugs in my system—thank you, Birdie—I set about seducing him.

How in the world he thought I could possibly resist the lure of finally getting him inside of me is beyond me. I mean, up to this point we’d done some heavy petting, but nothing serious. I wanted serious. I needed serious. And I wasn’t about to let his good intentions cock block me.

Moving slowly in his arms, I began to play with the thick hair on his chest. Yes, he was a bit furrier than I usually fancied a man, but his blond chest hair was just so damn soft. And I knew it would feel amazing rubbing against my sensitive nipples.

Yeah, I needed to convince this man that we could do gentle, and that it would be amazing.

The smooth sheets slid against my bare legs, soft and warmed by our body heat. Beach lay on his back and I’d been sprawled across him, my face buried in his neck. He smelled so good there, and I loved it so much I fell asleep with my face snuggled against his skin. It was that delicious smell, a mix of cologne and sleeping man, that woke me up.

In the soft predawn light seeping in from the edges of the curtains, he looked like a grown man. Someone who held authority. The kind of guy others would defer to on instinct. Yes, he was way older than me, but damn he wore it well. My body pulsed to life as I examined his large frame. Wearing only his boxer briefs, he cut a figure any underwear model would kill for, and the bulge of his resting cock was big enough to make me shiver.

I didn’t want him to wake up yet, so I kept my movements slow as I eased my way down, almost beneath the covers piled around his hips. It was warm beneath the sheets, darker and more intimate. And it smelled like us, a lovely fragrance filled with warmth and lust. Something in his pheromones hit me and I ached with the need for him to fuck me. Like my body knew his dick was the perfect dick that would fit me just right.

Evidently, my vagina had a Cinderella complex.

He grunted a little when I ran my hand over the warm cloth covering his dick. When he began to harden, I eased his underwear down enough to watch. Using the tip of my finger, I stroked him erect, loving the way his cock grew and filled. I licked the tip of my finger, then rubbed the sensitive spot right beneath the head of his erection above the metal ball of the piercing. To my delight, a thick drop of pre-cum wet the tip as his shaft jerked against my touch.

The covers lifted and Beach’s rough voice strummed against my clit like a vibrator. “You made a mess down there. Clean it up.”

Pushing him to get what I wanted, I gave him an innocent look. “What do you mean?”

His voice was nothing but a raspy growl. “Considerin’ you made my dick wet with one finger, I can’t wait to see what the fuck you can do with that bratty mouth of yours. Have at it, little girl, show me what you can do with it. Make your
Papi
proud.”

I was so turned on by this point that my panties were saturated between my thighs and I wanted him desperately inside of me. If he was giving me permission to blow his mind, consider it done. One of my hobbies is sex. I love it, love doing it, love watching it, love hearing it. But most of all I love studying the different forms of pleasure around the world. Like this thing that I was about to do to Beach, a little trick I’d learned from reading the diary of a seventeenth-century courtesan.

I shifted around, moving so I lay between his legs, the covers kicked off to show my ass. Across the room from us was a dresser, and the view of the bed from that dresser was a good one. Which meant Beach was going to be able to see all sides of me. That sent another deep clench through my pussy and my hips twitched as I lifted them. Then I did something which caused Beach to make a choking sound then moan out my name.

First, I removed my pajama pants and soaking-wet panties. Next I leaned down over his cock and parted my thighs, tilting my pussy up so he could see me. All of me. Then I slid him all the way down my throat and relaxed to let him sink deep. The pierced head of his cock rubbed against me in an odd way and I struggled more than usual to take him all the way.

“Jesus.” His legs parted farther to give me better access. “Shit. That’s it,
Papi
wants his baby girl to take him like that. Suck it good for him.”

Sick and wrong, but the way he said that went straight to my clit in a sharp buzz. My nipples pressed against my shirt and I slowly drew my head up, marveling at how much of him there was. I’ve been with some hung guys, but this man’s dick was porno huge. When I had him all the way out, I grasped him with one hand, unable to make my fingers touch now that he was fully erect. The tip was shiny with my spit and I leaned forward to work the little slit at the top with my tongue.

I sat up, my thighs spread as wide as his allowed, my hips tilted to show my body to him. His groan of pleasure only added to my own arousal as he stared at me. His whole body was luscious and I wanted to lick his dusky nipples. “See how wet you make me? I need you to fuck me. Please.”

His response was to pull me gently by my hair back to his dick, pressing himself between my lips and taking what he wanted.

The rough grunts he gave fueled my desire to please him and I gloried in making him feel so good.

Taking his time, he slid slowly in and out of my mouth, his breathing labored. He had what I thought of as a mushroom head on his cock, meaning it was wide, large, and perfectly shaped, with his barbell piercing through the tip. My sex literally quivered at the thought of gripping around him. The taste of his pre-cum coated my tongue, along with the indescribable flavor of man.

Yum.

I was so busy lavishing attention on his beautiful erection that I barely felt him sit up. But when his fingers slid over my pussy, I gasped loud.

“Oh, honey,” he said in a slightly amused, highly aroused voice. “You’re so swollen. And wet. You need something?”

“I need your cock inside of me, please. I need you to fuck me,
Papi
.”

A spurt of pre-cum wet my tongue and he groaned as I sucked hard. “If I fuck you now, that means you spend a good deal of the day in bed. That means no talkin’ ’bout you leavin’, no talkin’ ’bout how wrong this is or any of that bullshit you like to spin yourself up with.”

I tried to pull up off his dick to argue, but he kept the fat head in my mouth, effectively muzzling me. “We’re gonna lay in bed, get to know each other. I’m greedy for you,
mi riena
, I don’t want to share you with anyone yet. People are gonna want my attention, so we’ll probably only have one day where we’re left alone together, but I want this time with you.”

My breath came out in a gasp as he pulled me off his ridged erection. As soon as he was out of my mouth I whispered a husky, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

I nodded and smiled when he crooked his finger at me.

“Come here.” He cupped my cheek and studied my face in the brightening light. “Once you get in past those high walls of yours, sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“What?”

His rough thumb smoothed my lips, the crinkles around his eyes deepening before he replaced his thumb with his mouth against mine. So, so gentle as he kissed me, light strokes I felt down to the bottom of my soul. My body wanted to be closer to his so I crawled up a little bit, my ribs aching but the painkillers still working enough to make it manageable. My nipples tightened as his fingers brushed over them, my gasp swallowed into his mouth where he turned it into a groan.

“My cock is gonna fall off if I don’t get inside of you. Get up here and ride your
Papi
, but do it nice and slow. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

I licked my lower lip then whispered, “Yes,
Papi
.”

His growl of satisfaction rumbled against my body as I mounted him, his body stretching my legs open wide. Shit, he was so big beneath me and I took a moment to admire his scarred, strong body. He didn’t have a six-pack, but he was solid in a way that had me stroking his body with reverent hands. His furred chest was so massive, solid, and I knew his heart was just as big. It thrummed against my palms and I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling his life beat beneath my fingers. Tears burned my eyes at the thought of all that we’d been through together to make it to this moment and I dashed one away as it escaped.

“Sarah,” Beach whispered while he stroked my hips. “Don’t cry.”

“I’m so glad you’re alive.”

“Me too,
mija
.” His fingertips ghosted over my ribs where they were injured.

He sat up a little bit, his cock pressing against my aching pussy and driving me mad. “Want this?”

My clit swelled further as the sensitive tip rubbed against his shaft. “Please.”

“Put me in.”

Right away I slid up his cock until I reached the tip, then titled my hips to try to get him lined up. I realized that wasn’t going to work, he was too hung. I swear my pussy was dripping wet with need by now, and when I reached between us the crest of his cock was well lubed. It made it easy to press him against my entrance, but I only had the head partially in when his hands caught my hips.

“Eyes on me.”

I met his gaze and had to close my eyes, overwhelmed by the tenderness in his expression.

“Baby, eyes open.” I complied and he snarled, “Fuck, your pussy is so wet.

I sucked in a hard breath through my nose as he stretched me wide, my entrance burning. Christ, I’ve been with endowed men before, but no one like this. He could hurt me if he wasn’t careful. A thrill went through me at the thought, demented creature that I am, and I let gravity take me a little farther down his cock. He was only halfway in when the ball of his piercing rubbed against my well exposed G-spot, hard.

“Oh fuck!” My entire body trembled as my legs shook. “Fuck!”

“Yeah,” Beach growled out. “Take it. Come on my cock.”

To reinforce this order, his fingers rubbed my clit hard and fast, sending me rocketing into an orgasm that had me covering my mouth to hold back the screams.

While I climaxed, Beach continued to work his way into me, swearing and snarling about feeling my pussy suck on him like a hungry little mouth.

He was so dirty.

My heart was still thundering in my chest when my pelvis finally met his all the way, leaving him seated deep inside of me. It almost hurt and I shifted gingerly on him. I swear I could feel those piercings of his as I slid up and down the slightest bit. That sensation made me moan, low and deep, so I did it again. Beach’s body moved restlessly below me and I could feel his need to take over, to control the situation, but he was fighting it for me.

So I could get used to him.

So he wouldn’t hurt me.

Because he cared about me.

I let out a fluttering sigh as I rose up as far as I could, but he was still half buried inside of me. Without going to my feet I couldn’t get the leverage I needed, but that was a no go because it would hurt like a bitch. With a groan, I sank down, my head rolling back as my butt met his thighs. I felt so lazy, indolent with pleasure as I took the most leisurely, yet intense ride of my life with Beach watching my every move.

His attention on me was its own aphrodisiac and I drank in his silent adoration, showing myself off for him, giving him everything I had. He held my gaze while he reached up and cupped my breasts, running his thumbs over the tips. I wanted to look away, but he was so damn good-looking it seemed like a crime to not appreciate him. He had tattoos on both arms all the way down to his fingers, but his chest was bare. On his right forearm there was a big tattoo of the stylized horse of the Iron Horse MC and I loved the contrast of his ink against the creamy skin of my breast. He pinched my nipple and I twitched on top of him, grinding my clit against his pelvis.

“Naughty baby,” he growled out as he sifted his hand through my hair then wrapped it around his fist and pulled me down slowly. “Kiss me.”

With the hand not gripping my hair, he grabbed my ass and lifted his hips, rubbing me in such an amazing way that I practically fell on him, my mouth hungry for his. While he wouldn’t let me kiss him hard, he did allow me to taste him, for our tongues to duel as long as I kept my mouth gentle. It was getting harder to do as he began to take more control despite being beneath me.