Ridin' Dirty: An Outlaw Author Anthology (OAMC Book 1) (36 page)

I walked over to the bed and tossed her down. She bounced on her back and scrambled to her knees, kneeling in front of me. “Last time for me to stop.”

She put her hands on my fly, her fingertips gripping the zipper. “No stopping now, handsome.”

She pulled the zipper down, and I held my breath. Holy shit.

Karmen

I don’t know what the hell Nickel was doing to me, but I knew the last thing I wanted him to do was stop. I slid the zipper down, slowly exposing the cotton of his boxers. I flicked the button open and tugged his jeans down.

He slowly hissed as his pants hit the floor and I tugged on the waistband of boxers. He grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it on the floor. “Wait.” He pulled my hands away and held them over my head. “Slow down, baby.”

He held my wrists with one hand and reached down with the other, pulling my shirt up. “Keep your arms up.” He pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it over his head. His gazed devoured me, his nostrils flaring as his eyes raked over me. “So fucking perfect,” he growled.

“Touch me, Nickel,” I pleaded. He lunged at me, pushing me back onto the bed, his hands roaming, trying to touch me all at once. I delved my fingers into his short hair, holding on as he ravished my breasts.

“This needs to come off,” he mumbled, his lips not leaving my skin.

I leaned forward, snaking my arms under me and quickly undid the hooks. He ripped it off me before I had a chance to lay back down. I arched my back as he teased my nipples, his tongue and teeth, tugging and pulling, driving me insane. “Nickel,” I gasped, feeling his rock hard cock digging into my leg.

“I need you, Karmen. Fuck me, I need you so much,” he vowed. His hands quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and tugged them down my legs. He pulled them off and slowly climbed back up my body, trailing kisses as he moved.

“This can’t be real,” I murmured, looking down at the gorgeous man who was kissing my body like his life depended on it.

“It’s real, baby girl. Get used to it.” He tugged my panties down, tossing them over his shoulder and sat back on his heels. “Fuck,” he moaned, his eyes roaming over me. He pulled his boxers off, balancing from knee to knee. “Your sweet body laid out before me; I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”

“There’s always next time.”

“Damn straight, baby. Now, spread those legs for me.” I slowly spread my legs, my eyes shut as I felt him trail a finger up my leg, his destination clear.

“I wonder if these lips taste as sweet?” he wondered. I felt him move between my legs, a tremor running through my body at the light touch on my thighs. He parted the lips of my pussy, his finger zoning in on my clit, flicking it. “You’re so wet for me, baby, and I’ve barely touched you.”

I moaned as he circled my clit with his finger, almost giving me what I wanted, but keeping it out of reach. “Nickel, please,” I begged.

“All mine,” he whispered. I opened my eyes just in time to see him lower his head between my legs. His tongue flicked my clit, and I dug my hands into the bed, trying not to scream.

I could have sworn I heard him say ‘heaven’ but was in such a fog of lust that the house could be on fire, and I wouldn’t notice. He pumped a finger slowly into me as he sucked on my clit, a slow burn of passion beginning in the pit of my stomach. Nickel was building something inside me I had never felt before.

“So fucking tight,” he growled, as he pumped his finger slowly in and out.

“Faster,” I pleaded, needing to feel more.

“You need to cum, baby?”

“Yes, God yes.”

“Not without my dick wrapped in your sweet pussy.” He sucked my clit into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth. The sharp bite of pain made me buck my hips, begging for more.

“Mine,” he growled, releasing my clit, flicking it with his finger.

He grabbed something from the end of the bed, ripping it open with his teeth. Thank god someone was thinking. He rolled the condom onto his dick, and that was the first time I looked at it.

It was huge. The condom stretched, forming to his dick, contouring to every bulging, throbbing vein. “Oh my,” I mumbled as he stroked it.

Nickel burst out laughing, his dick bobbing up and down. I refocused my gaze on his face, realizing this man was, even more, handsome when he laughed. “I hope ‘oh my’ is a good thing.”

“It is, I think,” I blushed. He leaned down, caging me in with his arms.

“Well, why don’t we find out?” He reached down, grabbing his dick and stroked it again.

“Are we sure that will fit?” I wasn’t a virgin, but I sure felt like one looking at Nickel.

“I’m pretty sure we were made for each other, baby. It just took us a little bit to find each other.” He guided his cock into my tight hole, slowly pushing in. I bore down on my feet, spreading my legs further, trying to relax as he filled me.

“Fuck,” he hissed when he was fully in. He looked up, his eyes connecting with mine. “Mine.” He slowly pulled out and it felt like I was losing a part of myself with every inch. I reached up, threading my fingers through his hair, praying he wouldn’t pull all the way out.

“You ok, baby?” he asked when just the tip was still in.

I nodded my head, unable to speak. He plunged back in, taking me by surprise and I moaned loud, pleasure overtaking my body. “Faster,” I pleaded with each thrust of his hips. He leaned down, devouring my lips. I ran my hands over his body, trying to remember every plane and valley.

“Say my name,” he ordered, thrusting even faster.

“Nickel,” I whispered, tossing my head back, arching my back. I was on the brink of ecstasy and it would be only a matter of seconds before I tipped over the edge.

“Louder,” he growled, slamming into me. He leaned down, sucking my nipple into his mouth and I moaned, loud. This man knew exactly what to do to drive me insane.

“Nickel!” I screamed as he nipped the side of my breast.

“You’re mine, Karmen. I can’t go back,” he vowed, he reached down, sliding his hand in between us. He stroked my clit, rolling in between his fingers and I felt the slow burn he was building inside me explode, stars exploding behind my eyes.

“Nickel,” I yelled, sure the neighbors could hear everything.

He kept thrusting, sealing his lips with mine. I sucked on his bottom lip, biting it, and he groaned low in his throat and he exploded inside me. He buried his head in my neck, slowly thrusting in and out, his breathing labored and short. I wrapped my arms around him, not wanting to let go.

“I don’t want to move,” he mumbled. He pressed a kiss to my throat and looked up at me. “What the hell did you do to me, Karmen?”

“I’m asking myself the same question.” I laughed.

He rolled off of me, pulling me into his side. “Round two, ten minutes,” he promised.

“Hmm, I feel like one of those ring girls from wrestling are going to walk through the bedroom with a round two sign any second.”

Nickel laughed, his eyes shining at me. “You’re the only girl I want in this bedroom, baby.”

“Good, although I’m pretty sure after round two I might need a nap.”

“Round two and then sleep.” He winked at me, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I’ll be right back, baby.” Nickel rolled out of bed and rummaged around on the floor.

“What are you doing?” I asked, leaning over the edge of the bed, watching him. The span of his shoulders was tattooed with the patch of the club, and his arms were covered in thick, black tribal tattoos.

“Looking for my boxers,” he mumbled, grabbing his pants and tossed them over by the door.

“You were tossing everything around; I have no idea where they sailed off to,” I laughed, looking around the room.

“Fuck it, I was trying to be a gentleman, but I can’t find the fucking things.” He stood up and stretched his arms over his head.

“Hmm, I’m ok with you not being a gentleman if this is the show I get.” I propped my head on my hand as Nickel winked over his shoulder at me.

“Be right back, baby, round two in five minutes.” He walked out the door, his perfect ass tempting me to follow.

I flopped back on the pillow and ran my fingers through my hair. Gah, what the hell just happened? I had finally let go and gone with my gut. Nickel could hurt me, but he could also make me the happiest I had ever been.

I heard my phone ding from the living room and slipped out of bed, pulled Nickel’s t-shirt over my head and padded down the hall. I grabbed my phone, seeing I had a new voicemail from a number I didn’t know and grabbed our abandoned cups of coffee and dumped them in the sink.

“Baby?” I heard Nickel call.

“Kitchen,” I called. Just as I was about to hit send to listen to the voicemail, the number called again.

“Who the hell is calling you so late?” Nickel asked, walking into the kitchen. He had his boxers on, so he must have detoured to the bedroom before walking out here.

“I don’t know,” I said as I swiped left to answer it. “Hello?” I said into the phone as Nickel slid his arms around me.

“Hello, Karmen.” The blood rushed from my face and the phone slipped from my fingertips.

Holy shit.

Predator and prey…

Nix recently transferred to Chattanooga from the Asheville RTMC chapter. The MC’s new gun store needs someone to teach rifle classes, and Nix was a Special Forces sniper in the military.

Tippy came to Chattanooga to start her life anew. She’s a shooter as well, and she won a silver medal at the Olympics, but she uses a different name now and tries to stay out of the limelight. Most deer can’t function in human society, but she’s found ways to navigate modern life without her deer freezing or running every time something startles her.

Wolves are fiercely monogamous when they fall in love, while deer have trouble understanding the concept of exclusivity. Then there’s the fact wolves eat deer in the wild.

A wolf and a deer madly in love and living happily ever after has to be impossible. Right?

Chapter One

Nix

I awakened with a start, my body ready for a fight until I realized what had brought me out of sleep.

A warm mouth on my cock.

Memories of the night before came to me — Duke handing me the Chattanooga patch, the wild party celebrating my move from Asheville to Chattanooga, and then the parade of women I’d fucked throughout the night.

I wasn’t sure which one I’d brought to bed, and I inhaled to see if I could remember her by scent.

Human, and her scent was familiar but I couldn’t put a face to it.

I propped up on my elbows and looked down at her, my wolf sight showing details a normal human wouldn’t see in the dark. The RTMC private rooms are downstairs with no windows, so the only light came from the digital clock on my nightstand.

Her wild blonde hair reminded me who she was, though I didn’t remember her name. She’d been adorably plump with a sweet smile, and an ass that
needed
fucking.

And now, her tongue worked my cock as her head bobbed up and down with
just
the right amount of suction, and I sank back onto the bed with a groan. The scent of her arousal grew as my cock throbbed in her warm mouth, and I resisted the urge to flip her over and pound her. I wanted to relax and enjoy her mouth and oh-so-skilled tongue a little longer before I hammered her into the mattress.

Two minutes later, memories of her tight ass were too much and I sat up and quickly rearranged her on all fours before I stuck my hand in the still-open coconut oil container on the nightstand. She groaned in protest as I slid oiled fingers into her ass, and I reminded her, “You came while I fucked your ass last night, blondie. Don’t pretend you don’t like it.”

“Sore, Nix. You fucked me raw.”

She pushed backwards and impaled herself on my fingers a few more millimeters as she talked, and I chuckled silently to myself. She might be sore, but she still wanted it.

“Your ass was made for fucking, blondie.”

I sat up, aimed my cock at her asshole, and she pulled away.

“Condom, Nix!”

Fuck
. I wear them religiously when I’m in pussy, but wolves can’t catch diseases so I don’t worry with them when I take someone’s ass.

Unless the owner of the ass insists.

I’d shared her with Dawg and Gonzo last night, and then I’d fucked someone else a while before bringing this sweet ass to bed. Even drunk, she’d remembered the condom, so I didn’t bother trying to convince her I was clean. I grabbed a condom off the nightstand, tore open the wrapper, rolled it on, and pressed into her ass.

I’m sure I went too fast, but she took it like a pro and I gave her a long, low groan to let her know how good she felt squeezing my cock.

Her body shuddered as she tightened around me and then tried to relax. I smelled her pain, but it was sweet instead of bitter, and blended well with the spicy scent of her arousal.

There are a couple of kinds of women who hang around an MC. Some don’t think very much of themselves and will give their body to anyone who’ll pay attention to them. Others have their shit together and respect themselves; they just like rough sex. I knew almost nothing about this woman—I didn’t even know her name—and yet I was pretty sure she fell into the latter category.

I pounded her ass with no regards to her pleasure for a good twenty minutes. If her scent had changed to show she wasn’t enjoying herself I’d have done something different, but as long as she seemed okay, I was only in it for myself. The guys had assured me she was safe to fuck, and I was
only
going to fuck women who were part of our world from now on.

My dick had gotten me kicked out of Asheville and I wasn’t going to make the same mistake here. I missed my brothers in Asheville. I’d grown close to the Chattanooga chapter but I wished I hadn’t fucked up and had to move.

But I also wasn’t interested in a relationship. I’d probably learn this bitch’s name at some point, but until then she’d just be another blondie in my mind.

She dropped to her chest and reached for her clit, and I warned, “I’m not even close to being done, blondie. If you get yourself off you’ll lose your edge. Stay like this for me, I’ll get you off before I blow.”

Her whimper went straight to my groin, and my cock grew impossibly harder as I slammed into her, over and over. I could feel her heat — she hadn’t been kidding about my fucking her raw the night before, and she’d
really
be feeling me after this morning. If her arousal dropped even a little, she’d lose the edge that made her want the pain.

With a sigh, I realized I should probably end this soon. Humans just can’t handle what a shifter can, no matter how much of a masochist they may be.

I shortened my cock and added as much mass to my girth as I thought I could get away with, and felt my own sadistic grin as she yelped at the pain of my spreading her asshole wider while I pistoned in and out of her beautiful bottom.

I reached around for her clit and teased the area around it before I squeezed it through her labia. Her arousal level skyrocketed and I inhaled deeply during my final dozen thrusts, and then pressed in and filled the condom deep in her ass as she jerked and spasmed through her own release, and we likely awakened every wolf in the building. Possibly some of the humans, too.

I collapsed beside her when we were finished, and she carefully removed my condom and carried it to the trash can beside my door.

“You done with me?”

Yeah, she had enough self-respect to leave before I told her it was time to go, and yet enough manners to make sure we were finished before walking out the door.

“Yeah, blondie. You got clearance to wonder around down here, or do I need to walk you up?”

“I have clearance to get myself out of the building.”

“You drive yourself here, or should I get a prospect to take you home?”

“I’m good, Nix.”

Hmmm, that was a lie, but should I call her on it?
Shit
, yeah, something wasn’t right and until I figured out the politics of where everyone in the club landed, I couldn’t afford to piss anyone off. Not even a sweet butt.

“Are you leaving ‘cause you got somewhere to be, or because your ass is sore and you’re afraid if you stay, I’ll take you again?”

“Does it matter?”

“I wouldn’t take your ass again, blondie. I know I did a number on you, but I also know you enjoyed it. I stopped you from gettin’ yourself off because I knew it’d be too much after you came. If you’re leaving ‘cause it’s time to go then we’re good. If you’re leaving because you’re afraid of what I might do if you tell me
no
? We aren’t. Club rules might say you can’t turn us down just ‘cause you aren’t in the mood, but I promise you that if you don’t want me to do something because it’ll be a
bad
pain — I won’t. I might do something else, but unless there’s a reason to punish you for something…” I shrugged, then remembered she could probably only see my silhouette.

I reached for my bedside light and turned it on. “My alarm is set for three hours from now. You’re welcome to sleep here until then, and I can drop you somewhere on my way to the gun store, assuming you don’t live an hour away.”

“I hear you teach rifle classes?”

“This isn’t a get-to-know-you-session. It’s an invitation to sleep a few more hours unless you have somewhere to be.”

“I have to be at work in two hours. Enough time to get home, shower and change, and get there. My car’s parked in the lot here. I’m good.”

I nodded. This time, she meant it when she said she was good. She’d just needed to hear I hadn’t used her with no thoughts to how she was handling it, apparently. I turned my light off as I told her, “Lock my door as you leave. Thanks for last night and this morning.”