"Wow. Don't you get tired of living in one room and having all those people around you all the time?"
He crunched on a few pretzels, then washed them down with a gulp of beer. "Not really. There are advantages to having some of the people around all the time."
"I bet. I know all about the free sex you guys have."
"Do you? Did you learn about it through TV shows or the one-sided documentaries the fuckin' FBI puts out?"
"Neither. I dated a biker. I was his ol' lady." She leaned back on the couch and stared at him.
His eyes bulged; he was caught off guard by her sudden revelation. "Fuck. I didn't know you were a biker's bitch."
"If I didn't know better, I'd be offended by your choice of words." She smiled and it melted over him. "That was a while ago. Me and leather dudes don't mix so well."
"I don't know about that." He reached out and placed his hand on hers. "We seemed to have mixed pretty well that day at the shop."
She exhaled and shook her head. "See, that's what I'm talking about. You bikers are all alike. None of you can see a woman as just a person. It's always about sex. It drives me crazy."
"Don't think it's only bikers, babe. It's all men. We're just wired differently. We see a hot babe and we want in. If she's cool with it, then what's the problem?"
"It just seems like you guys magnify the battle of the sexes by a million percent. Anyway, I've had my fill of the brotherhood."
"Have you?" He gently stroked the back of her hand with his finger.
Looking down and back up, she boldly met his gaze. "Yes."
He pulled his hand away. "Which club did your old man ride with?"
"The Demon Riders."
His face grew taut. "Which chapter?"
"Iowa."
His face darkened. It was the chapter Dustin and Shack-the Insurgents renegades-had joined up with after Banger ordered their charter club in Nebraska closed for not following the Insurgents MC's bylaws. "Do you have any contact with him?"
"Nah. I ran away from him when he wasn't around. He doesn't know where I am. Probably doesn't give a shit anyway."
"A man having his old lady leave him always gives a shit. He loses face with the brothers. Why'd you split?"
"The cheating, the stealing, the all-night partying, the lack of employment, the fists to my face-take your pick." She stood up. "You want another beer?"
"Yeah. The fucker hit you? What a fuckin' pussy."
"My sentiments exactly," she said as she took two beers from the refrigerator. "It's in the past now. I'm so over it." She gave him the beer and sat back down.
"You not wanting to go out with another biker means you're not as over it as you think. Fuck, baby. I pegged you as a biker chick when I saw you. You going out with a damn cowboy is crazy. You got the leather and denim in your blood. I see it in your eyes when you look at me."
She laughed. "You are persuasive, I'll give you that. Let's cut through the bullshit, okay? You know you're damn good-looking, and I'm sure I'm not the first woman to tell you that. I'd think you're good-looking with or without the leather. Being a biker is the turn-off. I'm done with that way of life."
"You letting one fuckin' asshole turn you off of all of us?"
"Try several fuckin' assholes." She grimaced. "You were right-I was a biker chick."
Silence spread between them, and all he could think about was how beautiful she looked with the early evening's glow washing over her. He wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her hard, fuck her harder, and dispel all hurts and memories of the goddamned Demon Rider. If he ever ran into him, he'd beat the shit out of him. Maybe even kill him for striking her. He reached over and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it. When his gaze met hers, the arousal in them lit him on fire. In one smooth movement, he had her pressed to him, his mouth ravaging hers as he held her tight.
She pulled away, and the fire in him burned fiercely as he took in her swollen lips and smoldering eyes. "I need you bad, babe," he said.
Without a word, she grasped his hand and stood, taking him with her. She shuffled to a room in the back of the house. When they entered, his gaze landed on the bed, and the current they had between them exploded. He swung her to him and she jumped up, hooking her legs around his waist before he rushed forward, slamming her against the wall as his mouth assaulted her neck with hard, biting kisses-the kind that left deep red marks for days. She clawed his back through his thin T-shirt, and Throttle was sure she was shredding it with each rake of her nails. His cock was granite-harder than it'd been for quite a while-and he needed to shove it inside her before he exploded.
Running his hands through her hair, he gripped it firmly with his fingers and pulled her head back. "I'm gonna fuck your pussy rough and hard, and you're gonna fuckin' love it," he murmured against her mouth before he took her bottom lip and sucked it. Each moan that came from her, he swallowed, his fingers digging into her smooth, toned thighs. Her hot skin quivered beneath his touch, and he had to have it right at that moment before his cock erupted.
He carried her to the bed and pushed her down, then yanked his T-shirt over his head. When he'd kicked his boots off and threw off his jeans and boxers, he stared down at her, loving the way her body rose and fell with her panting. "Take your fuckin' top off."
Kimber complied and she lay back down, her black hair spreading around her head like spilled ink. He whistled under his breath and cupped her breasts in his hands. They fit with some room to spare and he squeezed and pinched them, pulling at her rosy nipples until they were hard. Fuck, he loved the sight of hard nipples on tits, and hers were the perkiest he'd ever seen. He sucked one hard bud into his mouth while his hands shoved down her shorts and panties. Normally, he'd admire her nakedness but for a small bit of fabric covering her pussy, but he didn't have time for that right then; he wanted her naked so he could feel their skin fused together.
As he bent over, sucking her tits and squeezing her inner thighs, a sting of pain then pleasure coursed through him. He looked down at her and she smiled wickedly at him as she bit his shoulder again. "You love rough fuckin'. I knew you were a hot one."
"Yeah. The rougher the better."
"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna blow before I even get into your wet pussy."
"Then you better hurry the hell up."
"Don't you like me sucking your tits?"
She nodded. "But I also like this … ." She ran her hands along his broad shoulders. "And this … ." She squeezed his taut biceps, then traced the tattoos with her fingernail. "And I love this." She circled her hand tightly around his pulsing cock.
Fuck! "Get on all fours. Now." He had to see her sweet ass as he plunged into her.
Kimber kneeled and he pushed her down to the mattress, making her luscious ass rise up. And she did have a tempting one, just like he'd imagined: round, creamy globes begging to be smacked, a small puckered opening inviting a good fucking. Rubbing his hands all over her ass cheeks, he lowered his head and bit them hard. She yelped and he rubbed the red area, peppering it with light kisses. "You like that?" he said against her skin. Her moan was her only answer.
He placed his finger against her opening and ran his other hand down her ass to her slick pussy. Slipping between her folds, he played with her clit while she whimpered and writhed against the mattress. "Feels so damn good," her muffled voice said.
"You're so wet for me, babe. I can't stand it. Before I push my cock in you, I need a taste." He pulled back and spread her knees wider apart, her dripping heat splayed open before him. With a long sweep, his tongue stroked her from the tip of her clit to her rounded cheeks. In response, she lifted her hips and pushed back against him.
"Fuck me. I'm on the pill. You clean?"
"Yeah. I always use a condom. You sure you want it raw?"
"You don't?" she panted.
"Fuck yeah." He hadn't done it unprotected since he'd walked away from a bad relationship many years ago.
"What the hell are you waiting for?" she nagged.
He chuckled. "Damn, you want it bad" He couldn't wait a second longer. Covering his dick in her arousal, he shoved it in, her cry of pleasure the best fucking music to his ears. Then he rode her, faster and faster. The harder he pummeled her heated core, the louder she screamed, "More!" until she stiffened then let out a yell which bounced off the walls and filled his ears, his dick, his body. With a grunt, he shot his hot seed in her tight heat as she panted into the pillow, the sheet crumpled in her fists. He kissed the back of her neck and crashed on the mattress, taking her with him. She fit perfectly under the crook of his arm, and he loved the way her damp arm felt on his sweaty chest.