Thrash (20 page)

My tongue sneaks out and drags itself
up her slit. Her body jerks, and she shoves her pussy into my face.
She’s a pushy girl, and I fucking love it. I place soft kisses on
her outer lips then drag my tongue over her clit. Her entire body
tenses when I wrap my lips around her clit and suck down on it. Her
hands fly to my head and hold onto my hair as I change it up
between sucking and licking. She mewls, and gasps, and even
whimpers. I drag my index finger along her opening and look up just
as I slide my finger into her hot, wet pussy. Her entire body
covers in goose bumps, and a shiver runs up her spine. The sight is
absolutely incredible. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
She’s so fucking connected to everything I’m doing. Every touch,
whether it’s feather light or rough, she responds like nothing I’ve
ever seen, but maybe that’s because I’ve never been like this
before. Nobody else was ever worth the effort but her.

Her pussy contracts around my finger,
and I pull out just enough to slide a second one in. She’s turning
into a wild beast with the sounds she’s making and the way she’s
holding onto my hair. She’s so close, too close, so I pull back and
crawl up her body. She’s a panting, sweaty mess, and I love it. On
my way up, I wrap my mouth around each one of her nipples, one
after the other, and revel in the way she squirms beneath me.
Reaching down, she gives my boxers a tug. I prop myself up on my
arms and let her wiggle them down. When she gets them to my knees,
I kick them off and lean back over her. She’s watching me with
intent eyes as I use my elbow to keep my heavy frame from crushing
her light one. My other hand drags itself up and down her side
lightly.

Slowly, I move up and rest my dick on
top of her pussy. She wiggles beneath me, but I don’t give in to
her just yet. Her hooded eyes peer up at mine, and she leans up,
placing a kiss on the corner of my mouth. With my dick in my hand,
I guide myself to her entrance and have to bite my tongue to keep
from ramming into her. She’s so hot and tight and so fucking
perfect. Her pussy fits my dick like a goddamn glove, and without a
rubber, I can feel everything. Nope, definitely not going back to
wrapping it. When I trust myself to move and not come like a
fucking kid, I slide the rest of the way inside her hot, wet
heat.

I stare down at her, and she’s looking
up at me, and nothing about this moment is wrong. She drags her
hand down my back and cups my ass, and it’s all the incentive I
need. I pull out a few inches and then slowly drag myself back in.
Repeating the motion a few more times, I keep my weight off her by
using my elbow and, with my other hand, I reach down and make slow,
deliberate circles over her swollen clit. Her eyes flutter closed
for a moment before she opens them again. When slow isn’t enough
and she needs more, I pick up the pace and create a rhythm that
makes me sweat. Small droplets fall onto her chest and face, but
she just wipes them away, mingling them with her own sweat. I find
myself grunting, getting closer, and before I know it, I’m fighting
a losing battle against coming. It’s too soon, but my body doesn’t
give a fuck what I think. Reaching up, Nic grabs my beard and
smiles at me through flushed cheeks, and parted lips, and wide
eyes.

“
Let go, Josh,” she says,
using my real name for the first time in years. That connection
we’re creating is too fucking much, and my entire body gets hot—too
fucking hot—and my eyes roll back in my head as I shove my dick as
far as it can go into her beautiful fucking pussy and just let it
go. I bring myself closer to her by bringing my arm underneath her
and holding onto her shoulder so I don’t slide out before I want to
and bury my face in her neck. Her body shivers with the contact,
but it’s not what I want. I start making circles on her clit again.
In a matter of moments, she’s all breathless and moaning into my
ear. A half a second before she comes, she bites my ear and
whispers, “Fuck yes.” Then she spirals into her own orgasm, body
shivering and shaking, and hands clawing at my skin. All I can
think is that I did this. I made this happen for her.

And she used my real name.

When we come down, I pull out slowly
and kiss her neck. When I draw back, I realize she’s looking at me
in horror. My stomach lurches, unsure what caused this sudden
change of mood. Her eyes are focused on my softening dick, and it’s
then that I realize what’s fucking her up.

“
I can get Plan B,” she
says. She closes her eyes, curses to herself, and scrubs her face.
“Shit.”

“
Aren’t you on the pill or
something?” I ask, because as far as I know there’s kind of an
understanding with the Lost Girls and they get their birth control
in groups and shit.

“
Yeah,” she says flatly
with her eyes diverted across the room. Riding bare is not
something I’m gonna give up with her. She’s going to have to know
that it’s different with us. She’s different. I’m different. It’s a
new game plan and we’ll figure it out.

“
Okay,” I say. “You need
money for that Plan B?” I ask. Her head shoots up, and she stares
me down.

“
No,” she snaps and crawls
out of bed and walks to the en-suite bathroom, stomping her little
feet as she goes. “I can fix my own fuck-ups, but thanks.” Then she
slams the door.

I bite back the urge to tell her that
she didn’t exactly say shit about me riding her bareback when it
was happening, but I’m too goddamn tired to fight with her. I find
my boxers on the floor, tug them on, and head to the hall bathroom
to piss before I crash. After I do my business and walk back in the
room, I retrieve my cell out from the pocket of my jeans and set it
on the night table then plop down on the bed and breathe a sigh of
relief when, a minute later, Nic comes out and picks her night
shirt off of the ground, pulls it over her head and crawls into
bed. She lays herself down on the complete opposite side of the
large bed, but I’m not having that. She might be pissed at me right
now, but that’s too damn bad. I snake an arm around her waist and
pull her flush against my front.

“
We fuck together, we
fight together, we eat together. That means we sleep together,
too,” I say and nuzzle her neck as I get comfortable. She blows out
a frustrated breath and settles in as I drift off to sleep. With my
girl by my side, I sleep harder than I normally do, and for once I
don’t wake up to every tiny noise around me. It’s fucking glorious,
and she can be as pissed at me as she wants, because I’m getting
used to this shit, and I’m not about to give it up now.

Chapter 16

Ruby looks over at me from the stove,
where she’s got three glass dishes filled with chicken breasts and
covered in barbecue sauce, ready to bake. Smirking, she turns back
to her dish and shakes her head.

“
What?” I ask, but she’s
not giving anything up. Standing near the kitchen table, I place my
hands on my hips and just stare at her back. Damn woman is like my
own mother, only she’s sober enough to actually cook a damn good
chicken more often than not. That means she knows me better than
anybody, including Trigger, and I’m being so fucking obvious that I
should be embarrassed by it, but I can’t bring myself to give a
fuck. Ruby’s been my mom more often than my own has in recent
years, and there’s no fronting with her. Finally, she turns around,
wipes her hands on her dish towel, and sets it down on the
counter.

“
You’re hovering,” she
says with a knowing look. “Take a seat and tell me what’s wrong.” I
let out a sigh and pull out a kitchen chair, careful not to knock
into anything with the rifle I have slung over my shoulder. She
takes the seat next to me and pats my knee.

“
Trigger and Princess,” I
say. It’s not exactly what I want to say, but it’s a good starting
point. “What do you think of that?” She looks down at her hands
then up at me. A few days ago she was pretty much forced to tell
Princess that she’s her mom, and the fucking brat’s been avoiding
her ever since. Sure, I get it’s awkward and all, but the woman
needs her kid.

“
Doesn’t matter what I
think. Neither of them will listen to me no matter what I got to
say about it,” she says.

“
But you have an opinion,”
I say. She nods and blows out a breath. Her eyes search the table
top. When they find what she’s looking for, her features soften.
She grabs the box and the lighter, pulls out a cigarette, lights
one up, and takes a pull. She leans back in the chair and lets out
a relieved sigh.

“
I try not to smoke these
things when I’m cooking,” she says. I shove the ashtray at her, and
she takes another pull then flicks the ashes in the tray and looks
me in the eyes. Her brown hair has reddish tints to it, and her
heart shaped face is dotted with a few wrinkles here and there, but
over all she’s aged really well. More than half the club would
totally fuck her if she gave them half a chance and Jim wouldn’t
shoot their nuts off.

“
When I hooked up with
Jim, I was in a bad place,” she says with a shake of her head. “I
didn’t trust anybody, not even myself. I’d spent the last two years
hopping around from city to city and club to club with Ian—poor
kid, no wonder he’s so fucked up—just looking for something that
made me feel whole. We made it out to Arizona from New York by that
time, and it’d only been a few weeks that we were in town, but I
knew we weren’t going to stay. The club down there was making a run
up to Mendocino, and one of the guys let me tag along.”

“
He let you tag along?” I
ask. Clubs don’t just let bitches with kids tag along on runs. She
and I both know that. She shakes her head and gives me a devious
smile and leans in.

“
Okay, I had to blow him a
few times,” she says. “Tiniest fucking dick I’ve ever seen.” I
throw my head back as laughter consumes me. She giggles and slaps
my hand and takes a drag of her cigarette. “You tell Alex I said or
did that and I’ll shoot you in your ass. Got it?”

“
Sure thing, Ma,” I say
and smile as she keeps talking.

“
Anyway. We get up here,
and back then Rage was president. You were probably too young, but
he was a bastard even then. Jim wasn’t much better. But let me tell
you something about the Stone men—they’re all alike. Rage was at
least tolerable when Silvia was alive, but once she got cancer,
that was it. The man took a one-way trip to Prickville and never
came back. But anyway. Here I show up in town and get dropped off
in the Forsaken Custom Cycle parking lot by the Arizona club, and
I’m standing there. Ian, always the trooper, is holding my hand.
The poor thing’s not even nine yet, and he already knows how this
shit goes, ya know? God, I fucked that one up.” Wiping a stray tear
from her eye, she finishes off her cigarette and rubs her hands
together then reaches over and places her hand on top of
mine.

“
So out comes this kid
from behind the gates of the clubhouse. He’s got this jet black
hair and big gray eyes and damn if he isn’t one of the cutest
things I’ve ever seen. He runs up to me and Ian and looks me right
in the eye like he’s some kind of man or something and says, ‘Lost
Girls are supposed to be inside’. I figured out right away what
that meant and was about to tell him I needed the president’s
permission since I was from out of town, but then he just grabbed
my hand and started dragging me past the gates. I thought for sure
I was going to get in trouble, but then Jim came out and damn if he
wasn’t sexy as hell.”

“
Jim does have a sweet
ass,” I say with a smile and wiggle my eyebrows. She smirks and
winks at me.

“
I’m telling you, the
second he saw me he wouldn’t leave me alone. I worked at the
clubhouse trying to keep everything clean—like that’s even
possible—and the club paid me enough that I got me and Ian a small
studio within walking distance of the clubhouse so I could get to
work easily. Pretty soon I was watching Ryan and Ian as they’d play
in the clubhouse while I worked. It was probably a bad environment
for two little boys, but we do the best we can with what we have,
ya know? So one night Jim gets me plastered and he gets me in bed.
Now, at first I thought I was really becoming a Lost Girl. I
wouldn’t have sex with him, but he wouldn’t let me have sex with
anyone else, either. He was about to earn his VP patch, and he
could throw a fit like nobody else I’d ever met—until Ryan—so
nobody really argued with him. Besides, I was just some chick with
a kid and a fucked up past. I had major baggage. From that night
on, Jim was even more relentless. I made that man suffer for months
before I finally caved and let him bring me home with him. And you
know what? I ain’t ever left.”

“
That’s awesome, Ma, but
what does it have to do with Trigger and Princess?” I say, a bit
annoyed. Once Ruby gets to talking about her boys she never shuts
up.

“
Do you think Jim wanted
to be saddled with somebody’s else’s boy and a promise to always
protect two more he’d likely never meet? Not if he had a choice, he
wouldn’t have, I don’t think. But Forsaken men? You guys decide
what you want and you’re all like fucking bulls in a china shop
until you get it. But that’s because you’re a passionate
group.”

“
Maybe we’re just
assholes,” I say.

“
You’re definitely
assholes, but you’ve also got really solid hearts. You guys are
always fucking up, but you’re also always trying to make it right.
So Ryan and Alex? They’re going to be just fine. That boy’s never
cared this much about anyone else before. Even if he’s not good for
her, she’s good for him, and he needs that.”