Sentinel - Devil Riders MC Book 1 (MC Romance Novel with FREE Bonus Novel!) (10 page)

Chrissy’s world was focused on Rafe, on pleasing Rafe, of making him come, and it was a glorious world.

Finally he let go, and the way his body tensed with his release, the taste of his seed flooding her mouth, was wonderful. She kept him in her mouth, swallowing his cum as his cock twitched like some wild animal. When he was done, as his cock softened in her mouth, she released it, and watched it soften. Then she looked up at him and smiled.

And he smiled down at her. It was a wonderful, pleased smile.

“Fantastic,” he said.

“I give good head?” she teased.

“You do, but what I meant was that you are fantastic.” He reached for her hand and pulled her to her feet.

She was still hungry for him and when he hugged her tight, she wanted to melt into his chest.

“Truly amazing.” He sounded far away, but his hands held her close, began to explore her body and she gave herself to them.

He led her back toward his motorcycle and opened a saddlebag, pulling out a blanket, then he took her by the hand. She still trembled with what she knew was a real hunger for him as he spread the blanket on a grassy place. He turned to her and kissed her, then began to peel her tank top up over her bare breasts, and she raise her arms to let him slip it over her head. He sat her down on the blanket and let his hot hands explore the mounds of her breasts, to tease her nipples. Then she gasped as he brought his face to them, let his hot breath warm them before his lips kissed them, his tongue teasing them harder. When he took one in his mouth, she thought for a moment her head might explode.

He pushed her back on the soft blanket as he devoured and fondled her breasts, and she ran her hands through his long hair, reveling in the way he sucked them, aroused her. Her stomach tightened involuntarily as he undid the snap of her jeans, but she flopped back as Rafe trailed hot kisses down her belly while unzipping her, exposing her pussy to his touch. It was a powerful, insane magic to lie under the stars with this strong, wonderful man working her jeans down her hips and kissing and licking her as he exposed her. She lifted her hips, helping him get them down her, eager to let him see her naked.

When he had her jeans off, he grabbed her thighs, making her tremble more, and he spread her legs apart. “You hot little bitch,” he sighed, and she went rigid as he put his face to her boiling cunt and licked her, letting his tongue travel up between the swollen outer lips of her sex.

She had her knees pulled up and he began eating her, tasting her pussy, sucking her flesh into his hot mouth. With her fingers tangled in his hair she lay back, writhing under him, moaning as he worked her into a complete frenzy. He tipped her legs back and she gripped her calves, holding them for him. As he began to tease her clitoris, she felt his thick fingers entering her, moving inside her inviting wetness. He fucked her with them, adding other fingers until all the sensations inside blended together into one—a wonderful swirl of all the ways he was penetrating her—both tactile and emotional.

And he brought her to a peak and then pushed her over the edge, and she came, an orgasm like none she’d ever had before, driven by his tongue and fingers, and his powerful presence.

As the shockwave of coming eased, he released her legs. Her vision was blurred, but she saw him, watched him undressing, taking off his jeans and looming over her—his huge cock hard again and ready to pleasure her. She could only moan with pleasure as he settled his powerful body between her legs. The heat, the warm magic of his flesh entered her, separated her pussy lips and moved inside. He filled her with it, easing it into her. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deep.

“Fuck me hard, Rafe,” she moaned, looking up into his eyes, heavy-lidded with lust for her.

With a satisfied grunt he grabbed her ass cheeks and he was buried inside her. “To the hilt,” he sighed. And then he began to fuck her in long, hard strokes that pressed her into the hard ground. It was gorgeous and time seemed to dilate. They moved together and she thought she could feel every inch of his cock and he seemed to map her pussy, touching her in places she wasn’t aware of being touched before. He rode her that way for a time and she caught glimpses of the fading night sky, growing softly pastel yet still dotted with stars, over his broad shoulders when he nuzzled her neck.

Then he pulled out of her, rolled her over on her stomach. She moved as he wanted, happy to be the instrument of his pleasure, his goddamn sex toy. He hiked her up on her knees and took her from behind and she sighed happily when he put his hand on her ass and began fucking her again. She rested her face on the ground as he banged into her. She reached between her legs and touched her pussy, wanting to feel his cock moving in and out of her.

“Yes,” he cried out as her fingers touched a place where she felt her own pussy and the motion of his cock. Holding her fingers there, he began to fuck her harder then drove deep and stopped, holding himself tight against her ass by her hips. With his cock buried deep inside her, his body jerked as he came.

She imagined his seed rushing up inside her, and when he finished, they tumbled down on the blanket, to lie together, touching as the morning light grew stronger.

* * * *

Chrissy awoke to the confusion of being in another bed, not being in her own place. Then, as images of the night flooded back, she felt the deliciousness of knowing that she was in Rafe’s bed, in his room over the bar. She stretched languidly, feeling wonderful, remembering the way he’d made love to her.

After the hot sex on the bluff had come a wonderful morning ride, tearing through the slight damp of the early morning. She’d never felt quite so free, never felt so content. Rafe stopped at a diner and she walked in with her biker. They’d eaten a huge breakfast and then he’d brought her back to his room.

What a delicious pleasure it was being in his apartment. She’d stood looking out the window over the parking lot and he’d come up behind her and began to undress her wordlessly. That he hadn’t had enough of her aroused her and she grew hot as he touched her and looked at her as if he’d never seen her naked before. “I want to taste every inch of you,” he told her as he began devouring her with hot, wet kisses.

If she hadn’t been out of her mind with desire and passion already, she would’ve lost control then. As it was, he just seemed to make the fires inside burn hotter and she didn’t care if they consumed her.

When he carried her to his bed and spread her legs apart with his strong hands, she stared down at him and saw a fire burning in his eyes and she knew he truly wanted her. He wanted her in ways and to a degree that couldn’t be expressed in words. He licked her then, putting his face to her steaming sex and taking her with his long tongue. In the light of day, seeing Rafe so clearly, she couldn’t believe her luck.

She’d said that she was giving up the future for the present and thought that was a good thing because Rafe was quickly tying her in knots she knew she’d never be able to undo. The man had gotten her where she wanted to be, turning her inside out. He made her come. He made her brain snap and her body convulse. Her mind’s eye was flooded with lights and sounds that weren’t there and she writhed under him. She was sure she called out his name, possibly screamed it. She said other things too, but she only wanted to communicate a single message:

NEVER STOP.

If anything at all was certain in that moment it was that if he stopped, her life would end with it. His caresses kept her heart pounding. The shock of his mouth on her pussy kept her ragged breathing going. With that stimulus both would stop. She would cease to live.

She felt herself fading as her orgasm ended and as it disappeared it took her strength with it. She was sinking into the bed.

Then a fantastic thing happened. Rafe rose over her with his huge cock erect and menacing. She gasped and he lifted her legs, bent them back and that monster cock entered her. He impaled her with his long, thick lance.

And strength came with it. New life filled her as he penetrated her and she cried out in gasps of intense pleasure.

She grabbed at him to pull him close and when he released her legs, moving into her and onto her, she wrapped them around him, clutching at him, to pull him deep, and moaning. “Fuck me, Rafe.”

He did. He took her with an energy and a lust she’d only dreamed of before. It was anything but romantic and therefore perfect. This was a coupling born of desire.

He pounded into her, fucking her. She said those unbelievable words to herself over and over again.
Fuck me, Rafe. Rafe is fucking me.
He was doing it and she had an insatiable desire for him.

He cried out, tensed his body, and she felt him spend inside her, flood her with his seed. She willed herself to feel it, to focus her attention on the sensations of her man’s cock trembling as he came inside her.

And then she’d blacked out.

****

CHAPTER SEVEN

Rafe strained as he lifted the weights up until his arms were fully extended. “Enough.”

Trigger stood over him, spotting, and guided the bar into the hooks that held it in place. When the bar settled in, Rafe grabbed a towel and mopped his face.

“You sweating like that tells me you’re out of shape. Not totally, but you sure as hell don’t get in here often enough these days.”

Rafe looked at his friend sourly. He was right, of course. He’d slacked off on his workouts and if there was a better example of use it or lose it, he didn’t know what it would be. “I’ve been busy.”

“Yeah, she is cute. This time it seems you found a girl that might mean more to you than just some new pussy.”

“Is that your business?”

“It wouldn’t be, except that I like her, and that’s your fault too. You managed to keep yourself balanced by not thinking of the girls as special before, and this is different. It’s in your eyes, Rafe. Eventually it’ll leak back into your brain and even you are gonna know it’s true. You care about her. Are you ready for that?”

“Don’t give me too much shit, Trigger. I might need to give some back.”

“So, seeing you’re a busy guy and in superhuman shape and all, does that mean you don’t have time to check out a job?”

“Depends.” Trigger liked to spring surprises. “What is it this time?”

“Not entirely sure. Something dangerous. Explosive, you might say. Total black op. We have to stay off the radar. No promise of getting our asses out of trouble if we get them into aforesaid trouble.”

“You’ve always liked that word, ‘aforesaid.’ Tell me more.”

“They use in comic books, usually along with sinister, which is something I understand. Anyway, to get more information I’ve got a number you can call. Then you talk to someone who maybe tells you some interesting shit. If you want to hear interesting shit.”

“Is this about a real job or are you just yanking my chain?”

Trigger went to the desk at the front of the gym and dug out a small notebook, tearing out a page and handing to Rafe. It had nothing on it but a phone number. “Odds are you’ll call and someone will give you another number. Then you’ll talk to someone who will give you too little information, most of which will turn out to be bullshit. Then you’ll make a decision based on dangerously skimpy, and crap information, and we will find out that once again we have to pull out own asses out of a fire.”

“You, old friend, are a cynic.”

“I can’t imagine why. Just because we’ve never once been told the truth. Just because the world is in the middle of some obscene epidemic of dangerous missions run by bureaucrats who think ‘need-to-know’ means don’t tell anyone anything useful? Just because when the person running the mission is competent they never tell us the truth about the job? No, that’s certainly no excuse for my bad attitude.”

“But if the job is interesting you want me to take it anyway?”

“Fucking A. We’re all climbing the walls, turning into a bunch of drunks. We need to get out there and kick some ass.”

“You can’t really blame the clients. To them we are just specialized muscle.”

“Except you. You’re specialized flab.”

“It isn’t that bad.”

Trigger smiled. “Not yet. But when you go out on a mission, all your training is based on the idea that you are good fucking shape—excellent shape. Your brain doesn’t take into account that your exercise routine has been hoisting beer and banging babes. It gives instructions thinking you’re able to carry them out.”

“My body’s in great shape. Ask Chrissy.”

“She hasn’t seen you climb a wall recently.”

He sighed, knowing Trigger was right. “I’m really not enjoying having lunatics push common sense at me.”

“Then you need a new set of friends, although I don’t think you can get along with anyone sane for very long. Course that doesn’t speak as well of Chrissy as I’d like it to.”

Rafe shrugged. “I’ll come in every morning and get back in shape.”

“Until you don’t. And I’ll nag you again and will go through this shit all over again. It ain’t the first time.”

It wasn’t. “How do you do it?”

“What?”

“You’re at the bar almost every night. You sit there drinking and whoring until we close, then you open this place at nine in the morning looking like a poster boy for eight hours of sleep and milk and cookies before bed.”

Trigger smiled. “It’s my own version of a healthy lifestyle. I drink plenty of the right booze—you’ll notice I never even sit next anyone drinking light beer—and I only fuck the meanest whores, with powerful leg muscles.” He slapped Rafe on the shoulder. “That’s not all the workout I need, but it’s a start and it leaves me raring to go in the morning. I get my ass in before I open, sit in the sauna for a while to get all the toxins out, and then hit the weights.” He flexed a bicep. “I remind myself that without this body looking so fine I wouldn’t be first choice for those mean whores. That’s a real motivator.”

“You should write a book: Winning hot chicks when you have no personality.”

“Why share? It’s a trade secret. Only my closest friends can know.”

“The subtitle could be ‘Trigger’s guide to drinking and whoring to a better, healthier life.’ Book like that would sell a million copies.”

“Better to leave it as it is. There aren’t enough decent slutty women to go around as it is. Big sales of my book would drive up the cost of booze.”

“Well, it’s your story to tell.”

“And live.”

Rafe got up and stretched his muscles. Trigger was right, damn him. But he wasn’t going to admit it. “I’m hitting the showers now. I’ll see you tomorrow, but I’m only coming in so you’ll stop being such an old lady.”

“Whatever gets your ass in here buddy.”

* * * *

CHRISSY

Chrissy woke in an empty bed. She stared at the pizza boxes and recalled that Rafe had said he needed to take care of business that morning. She glanced at the clock. It was nine in the morning and she wondered what kind of business bikers did that took place that early in the morning. “Bikers ain’t morning people.” That’s what Trish had said. Rafe was the exception to almost every rule.

Well Rafe was hardly a normal biker. He seemed to be extraordinary no matter what he did.

Chrissy got a shower and tossed out the debris from their wonderfully debauched day off. Tonight she’d work again, tend bar downstairs. Somehow it would probably all feel a lot different now. Just as her body was sore from Rafe’s mad lovemaking, her brain was a bit sore too. She’d spent the day forcing herself not to think of what any of this meant, trying to attach any importance to things he said or did beyond their immediate context.

She was outside her comfort zone, for sure. Maybe out of her depth entirely.

It was worth it. It was hard to imagine anything that would make her regret accepting the ride on Rafe’s motorcycle, of standing her ground and pushing the idea of them getting involved, having hot and incredibly good sex.

She’d never enjoyed sex so much.

Rafe had warned her that he might not be back until evening. Well, she had her car and her books were at home. She could go home and study. Classes would be starting up again soon, and she should get a jump on things. Sitting around waiting for Rafe to come back would just have her climbing the walls.

When she was dressed, she slipped out of the apartment and headed down the stairs. Halfway down, a figure loomed in front of her. Trish. The girl stared at her for a minute. “Should’ve guessed.”

“What?”

“That it was you with Rafe. Seems like you got what you came here for.”

“I came here for the job. I wasn’t chasing your brother. I was attracted to him, sure, but I didn’t think anything would come of it.”

“Then you’re the only one. His doe eyes when he looks at you flashed that news to everyone else.”

“Are you going to be okay with this?”

Trish shook her head. “Me? What I think doesn’t matter.”

“Sure it does. You’re his sister. He cares what you think and so do I.”

Trish considered it. “I don’t know, Chrissy. Until this moment Rafe didn’t have the kind of love life that was going to affect me at all. You are different. I hadn’t thought about what might happen if he met someone who could be important to him, and now I’m not sure I want to start. Rafe has always screwed whoever he wanted. Girls came and went. I knew he wanted you, but I didn’t figure you’d really want him when it came down to it, and I didn’t think you’d be his type, but then he’s full of surprises.”

She turned sidewise and headed up the stairs.

“And are you gonna work still? I’m supposed to have the night off.”

“Of course.”

“Just checking. Hearing the noises you two made until the wee hours of the morning, I’m surprised you can walk. And, seeing as you
are
fucking the boss…”

Knowing that Trish had heard them made her blush, remembering all the ways Rafe and she had made love. They had been loud. Very loud.

“Those things have nothing to do with each other.”

Trish turned back and looked at her. “You really believe that, don’t you?” Then she went up the stairs.