Quiet Country (Satan's Sinners M.C. Book 2) (3 page)

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see,” she answers in a sexy purr as
Post To Be by Omarion, Chris Brown, and Jhene Aiko
starts booming over the speakers. I'm glad this club plays a variety of music, I wanna find out just how good she can work those hips.

I grab her hand, and leaning into her ear, I whisper, "Dance with me?" I linger, my mouth still near her ear.

"Yeah, okay,” she breathes back to me.

I lead her onto the dance floor, away from everyone. Finding a dark corner, I pull her into me and spin her around so her back is pressing against my torso. I put one of my arms around her chest and roll my hips into her ass while she mimics my movements against my growing cock. I lean into her ear. "You’re a good dancer, Lil Mama."

Turning her head, she says, "So are you. Where did you learn to dance like this?"

"Now's not the right time for that discussion."

I chuckle and give her a kiss on the shell of her ear. Jacey shivers against me, so I lightly run a hand down her arm, feeling the goose bumps form. Yeah, I’ve got this thing when it comes to women, I just can't help the way their bodies respond to me.

Once the song is over, I spin her around as
Or Nah by Ty Dolla $ign, The Weeknd, Wiz Kahlifa, and DJ Mustard
starts to play. I back her up against the wall, running my hands down her body. I start grinding into her, my hip pressing into her pussy. There's not an inch of space between us, and her breathing becomes shallow and quick.

She's getting turned on and I'm right there with her. We're moving together to the sound of the music, getting lost in each other's presence. Everything melts away in that moment so it's just the pounding rhythm and us in the darkness. Dancing with her like this, I'm fully hard now, almost painfully so. We gotta stop before I have her against the wall with my cock buried deep inside of her.

I whisper in her ear that we should go back to the table, my voice husky and unfamiliar to me. All she can do is nod her cute little head. We make our way back, and the other girls wanna dance again, so I take my seat while she goes with them to do her thing. Not long after they have been out there, I see a guy walk up to the girls. He grabs Crazy Girl by the hips and in a flash Hanger is there. Once he takes care of that asshole, all goes back to normal. After awhile, everyone, except Ever and Jacey, decide to leave the club, which means Writer and I are here to stay for a bit longer. Fuck yeah, I'm gonna have to take her home.

We keep dancing and drinking, letting the music hypnotize us. Without anymore drama, it’s an all-around good time, and Ever and Writer have been in their own world, doing their own thing. I've had Jacey to myself damn near this whole night. Usually, I would be bored with a woman by now, but she intrigues the fuck outta me. I wanna keep the mood light, so I ask the question that's been on my mind. "So what are these other talents you got?"

She chuckles, and says, “I know about cars."

"What you mean?" I ask, cocking my eyebrow at her, I'm really fucking curious now.

“You haven't seen my car yet."

"No I haven't.”

"You will understand more when you see her. She's my baby." She’s spiking my interest. What kinda car could this girl have?

Ever and Jacey are ready to go. We all wave goodbye as we leave the strobing lights and head back out into the night to the bikes. The girls slip on their jeans, and before getting back on my bike, Jacey lightly runs her finger across the paint. "This really is a beautiful bike,” she says while looking at me under those long lashes of hers.

"You need to get on my bike right now, Lil Mama,” I instruct her, hardening my tone towards her. .

Her eyes widen as she asks, “Why?”

"Because if you don't," I start, looking her right in the eyes so she knows I'm not fucking around, "I'll have you bent over this beautiful bike with my cock inside you before you even realize what's happenin’.”

She gives me a nod, hops on, and gives the directions to her place. We pull up to an apartment building, and she takes the helmet off and stands beside me. The words that come outta her mouth next are the ones I've been dying to hear all night long. They have my jeans growing just a little bit tighter.

"Do you wanna come in?"

Jacey

I can't believe I just asked him to come up to my apartment. I’m very private about my life, so this is way beyond the limits of my comfort zone. Zoey’s the only other person that’s ever been inside my place, but I just couldn't help it. Goddammit, he has me so worked up, the way he danced with me or when he would randomly kiss me. God, even his voice has me turned on. I've danced with guys since I started going out to clubs, but no one has ever made me feel like this. I never allow them close enough to take me home or ask questions about me, until tonight. What the hell am I thinking? He is going to say yes and it's too late to back out now. Would I really want to back out anyway? Looking at him, I think not.

I watch the smile spread across his face. “Yeah, I'll come in."

Shit. Shit. Shit. What do I do now? I'll just act like I know what the hell I'm doing, make him think I've done this before.

"Alright then, let's go," I reply, giving him that sexy smile from earlier. We walk up the stairs to my apartment, and my hands shake as I pull my keys from my purse. I feel him reach around me, steadying my hand, then taking the keys from me.

"Here, let me do it," he says, his hot breath hitting my neck. "Are you sure about this?" he whispers in my ear.

"Yeah, I'm sure, just a little nervous,” I say, as goosebumps cover my skin. I shiver from being so close to him.

"Nothin' to be nervous about, Lil Mama. We aren’t gonna do anything you don't wanna do." I give him a nod just as my door opens. Once inside, he shuts the door behind him and locks it.

"Would you like something to drink?" I offer while I'm pulling off my heels, my voice shaking. His stare bores into me, and when I look up, his eyes are dark and lustful.

"C'mere,” he instructs.

I walk over to Bear and he grabs my waist, pulling me close to him. He's fucking huge compared to me, at least a foot taller, and I feel like I could get lost in his embrace. His bulging muscles are covered in tattoos and it makes my mouth water. His black hair is just the right length for me to run my hands through, to grip onto while he does dirty things to my body. He hasn't shaved in a few days, and it only enhances his stunning brown eyes. Those eyes are hypnotic, so clear that I feel like I could see straight into his soul. He is sex, sin, and everything I know I should stay the hell away from.

His cut says “Enforcer”, so I know he's the muscle of the club. Bear’s always watching what's going on around him, always mindful of everyone and everything all the time. He's got a look of business in his eyes, even when he seems to be having fun, so he can tell me he all he wants that he's a mechanic, but I know he does bad things for that motorcycle club.

I told Zoey once what my type was, even though I really had no idea. I told her I liked tall, dark haired men with muscles and tattoos. I guess it was the girl talk, but I just wanted to feel like I fit in for once, and I never would've thought for one second that there would actually be a man who'd fit my fantasies. There’s a lot Zoey doesn't know about me, and if I can help it, it'll stay that way. Not just for her, but for everyone.

"Hey, you okay? You still with me?" he asks, bringing me back in the moment. I realize he has my cheeks in his hands, making me look at him.

"Yes, sorry." I smile, reassuring him that I’m still here.

"Are you sure this is okay?” He's being so nice, this isn't how my mother said they were.

"Yes, I promise."

I look up at him, stand on my tippy toes, and bring my hands up to his hair. I run my fingers through it, grabbing with both hands, and bring his face to mine like I've been wanting to. He grunts in pleasure, crushing his mouth into mine. I have no idea what to do, so I follow his lead. Feeling him trying to gain access into my mouth, I part my lips and let him explore. His tongue touches then slowly rubs against mine, setting my body on fire.

Something inside of me comes alive with this kiss, and it’s not enough, so I deepen it. He’s moving his pelvis in a slow, grinding motion, moving me with him. His hands grip my thighs, picking me up effortlessly. Once he’s back upright, I instinctively wrap my legs around his tight, firm waist. While deep in the kiss, I grip the leather from Bear’s cut, pulling him closer and taking it off at the same time, when he suddenly breaks away.

"Be careful with my cut,” he tells me as he moves us over to the couch. Shifting me from arm to arm, I manage to slide it off his broad shoulders and gently move it down his arms, laying it on the side of the couch.

"Where's your room?" he asks, his voice deeper than normal.

"Door on the left."

Bear takes one hand, putting it behind my head and grabs at my hair tie, letting my dark hair fall down around us. He grabs a handful at the nape of my neck, crushing our mouths back together. By the time we reach my bedroom, I have his beater off, and his jeans are undone, sliding down his thick, strong thighs. He has managed to get my dress bunched around my waist. I wasn't wearing a bra, and the air feels chilled on my naked breasts. Once inside my room, he kicks the door shut with his foot and sits me back on my feet as he helps me take my jeans off. My legs feel like Jell-O from being so worked up, no bullshit. He kicks off his boots, jeans, and boxer briefs in one swift motion.

Holy mother of God, Bear is muscled perfection. I want to lick him, run my tongue all over his tattooed body, that's how perfect he is. I take him in, all of him. When I see what he’s working with, I think I might have a goddamn stroke. I know I'm a doctor, but that's the biggest cock I've ever seen. I hope to hell it fits without ripping me apart. He sees me looking, gawking actually, and gives me a cocky smile. That's when I feel my face heat up. Why do I keep blushing? I've blushed more tonight then I have in my entire life.

He pulls my dress down the length of my body, and when it hits the floor, I step out of it. While gripping the thin straps of my panties, he looks up at me. He must sense something because he asks if this is okay.

"It's more than okay,” I say, giving my approval.

He goes to his knees on the floor, peppering kisses all over my thighs as my panties get ripped from my body. Running his rough calloused hands to the backs of my thighs, he starts to stand back up, taking me with him. I wrap my legs tight around his waist so that my pussy is directly over his rock-hard erection. His hands cup my ass as he rubs me along his length. The constant friction to my clit and the way he is kissing and biting at my neck makes me throw my head back as pleasure takes over my body. A soft moan escapes my lips.

"I want more of those sexy little noises. Let me hear you Lil Mama."

Oh God, his words, his voice, everything about this man has me on the cusp of an earth shattering orgasm. I lift my head back up and lay it between his shoulder and neck, then I bite down. He lets out a low growl of approval. All of a sudden, he gets my legs unhooked from behind him and throws me up in the air and catches me. With my legs around his shoulders, he starts walking until my back is braced against the wall, my bare pussy is in his face. I feel his tongue lap at me, licking and sucking at my most private place.

"Oh fuck. That feels incredible,” I tell him as my moans grow louder, urging him on. He gives no mercy on my pussy, working his tongue harder, faster, and latching onto my clit. My hips buck against his face.

"Fuck yeah, Lil Mama. You taste fuckin' amazing."

"Oh God,” my only response as he devours me.

He stops licking and tells me, "I know I'm a god and I'll be yours anytime you want." He's a cocky bastard, but fuck, he makes my body feel glorious.

I feel him smile against me before he goes back to working me over. God, this is amazing. I can't take it anymore. My body releases into an explosion. Grabbing handfuls of his hair, I pull him further into me. My whole body is shaking as I come undone, screaming out his name. That was way better than anything I could ever give myself with my little green machine. Yes, that's what I call my little green bullet.

"Yeah, Lil Mama, that's it. Let go."

Bear slides me back down around his waist and carries me to the bed. I’m dizzy with lust and want for this man. He lays me on the bed as he stands at the side, staring me down. He goes to his jeans, getting out a condom, then walks back to the edge of the bed to continue his exploration of my body.

"You are one gorgeous woman, Jacey Thomas."

He pulls his phone out and then I hear music start. Oh my god. It's
Sex Therapy by Robin Thicke
. This man knows exactly what the fuck he’s doing.

I sit up and scoot to where he’s at as he tosses the phone down on my nightstand. I run my nails down his defined pecs and abs, feeling him, treasuring him. He looks down at me, watching as I take one of my hands and wrap it around his long, wide shaft. Moving my hand up and down, I never break eye contact. I take him into my mouth, moving down as far as I can, which doesn't feel very far. It's not my fault, the dude is packing something massive.

I do my best at taking him in until I can feel him hit the back of my throat, while my other hand massages his balls. He lets out a fierce growl as he pulls me away from him and throws me back onto the bed. Bear opens the wrapper, puts the condom on, and then is on top of me, all in an instant. His mouth descends to mine, kissing me hard again, when I feel him thrust inside. In one hard push, he did it. He took my virginity. He is going to hate me when this is over, right now, I don't care, he's got me so turned on. I always thought it was supposed to hurt but it wasn't painful, a little uncomfortable maybe, a lot of pressure definitely. I pull my head back from the kiss.

"Bear, wait." He stills inside of me.

Looking down at me, his brows furrowed, he asks, "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"I'm fine. I just need a second. You’re really big." I pant.

“Yeah, you’re really fuckin' tight. Are you sure you wanna do this? We can still stop." He says, concern lacing his voice. He stays still until the pain stops, and then pleasure starts to take over.

"We are not stopping. I want you, I want this. You can move now." No going back now.

"Are you sure?" he questions, seeing if I'm telling the truth.

"Yes, I want you to move." Getting frustrated and proving to him I'm fine, I start moving my hips. Finally he starts matching my movements, slowly picking up more speed. This is so much better than anything I could’ve ever imagined.

"You’re so fuckin' tight Jacey. You feel so damn good. So good, baby,” he tells me while rolling his hips, bringing his head down to my breasts. He’s running his tongue around one nipple, sucking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue against my skin. Letting it go with a pop, he moves to the other, repeating his actions. My nipples are so hard now and my breasts feel so full, it’s almost painful, which turns me on even more.

"Oh God!" I yell out.

"Call out whatever you want baby. Tell me what you need." He rolls his hips, hitting my g-spot.

"Yes! Right there! I'm gonna cum again!” I scream out.

“You wanna cum again?" he asks, a smile taking over his face as I look at him.

"Yes!”

"Beg for it." he commands. I push my head back into the pillow so I can see him better. He’s serious.

"No,” I say, shaking my head. I don't think this is how it's supposed to go.

He stops moving and looks down at me. “You want to cum, beg for it."

"I'm not begging." He thrusts once and stops.

"Let me hear it," he says as he rubs on my g-spot. "Let me give you what your body craves." Oh god, it's too much, I can't hold out any longer. I need this.

"Please Bear! Please let me cum!” I shout, surrendering to my body's needs. He slams into me, thrusting harder than he was before. I match him, throwing my hips up, seeking the release that's just out of my reach.

"Fuck yeah, cum now Lil Mama!” A few more hits and I feel the warm sensation throughout my body. I'm screaming out his name again. Not long after, he’s right there with me and I feel him pulsing inside me. He growls into the crook of my neck. “Jacey.”

He rolls to the side, taking me with him as we catch our breath. Once our breathing evens out, he unwraps his arms from around me. I automatically miss the warmth of him as he pulls out of me and gets up. He walks into the bathroom, and I prepare myself for the backlash of what I just did. He comes back immediately, turning the light on. Bear asks, worried, "Jacey, why the fuck is there blood on the condom?" I lower my head, feeling my face turn red from embarrassment. I try to cover my face with my arms, but he’s there in an instant grabbing them, keeping me from hiding. He puts them over my head as he hovers over me. "Jacey, answer me now! Why the fuck does the goddamn condom have blood on it?" He looks down at the bed. "It's on your sheets too." I try giving him my most innocent look.