Autumn Lake (6 page)

Unfortunately, he wasn’t a keeper. He wasn’t much more than someone’s one-night stand.

He turned the corner with wine glasses in hand. “You’re full of surprises.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” She kept her head still, but he could see the little dimples surrounding her lips.

“Oh it is,” he assured her, pulling up a chair and sitting down to the best of meals. He dragged his fingers down her torso, careful to keep his touch on the lower, rather than the upper part of her body. He followed her curves, loving the feel of her soft and delicate skin.

“I thought you were hungry.”

“Famished.”

“Then eat.”

“Where do you want me to start?” He stared at those voluptuous breasts. “Here?” He scooted closer and lowered his head. He licked the rice around the dragon roll topping her nipple. “Or how about here?” He cupped her other breast, lifting the heavy mound to his mouth before plucking the food from the high peak.

Around a mouthful, he said, “Um. Now this is what I call five-star dining.” Only he wasn’t sure he was talking about the sushi. Her skin had brushed against his lips and while he’d eaten in his share of fancy establishments, he couldn’t think of a time when he’d sat down to a finer assortment of beautifully displayed foods.

He walked to the end of the table, noting her still, parted legs. Pushing his hand under her bottom, he lifted her slightly away from the table. Staring at her pussy, he whispered, “Now that’s my kind of serving dish.”

“Believe it or not, it’s not easy to just lie here.”

“I’m sure that’s true.” He grinned. “And I appreciate everything you’ve done to pull this meal off without a hitch. This is one dinner I’ll never forget.” He slowly dragged his gaze back up the length of her body. She’d gone to a lot of trouble. She’d even had one of her father’s dutiful soldiers help her prepare the perfect setup.

“The least you could do is show your appreciation.” Plenty of play existed in her voice.

“Honey, I plan to do just that. And when we’re done here, I’ll be the perfect dinner guest and go as far as cleaning up the mess I make.”

“The cleanup sounds like more fun than the dinner party.”

“You never know,” he said, cupping her bottom and slipping his middle finger between her cheeks in an effort to taunt her.

A muted moan fell from her lips and she squeezed her eyes closed. Afraid he might mess up her display, he slowly released her, allowing her to relax against the table again.

He reclaimed his original seat and dipped his head. Sucking the nipple he’d already used for a side dish, he whispered, “You’re tantalizing to the tongue, tempting to the man.”

Autumn trembled. “If you only knew what I had in store for dessert, you’d wolf down the sushi and head straight for the chocolate.”

“Hmm,” he said, taking his time, circling her aroused nipple with his wet mouth.

“Seriously.” She shivered.

“Don’t rush me.” He plucked another roll from her belly. He pushed half between his lips and fed her the other half. They each chewed their portion slowly before he took a drink of wine, lifted her head, and gave her a sip as well. Then, he peppered her plump lips with succulent kisses, enjoying the way she arched as he worked his way from her lips to her neck.

Jake placed his palms on the tabletop and hauled his body over hers, tempted to rub against her as he grab another sushi roll from the unexposed breast. Again, he fed her a portion of the roll before following up with more wine and another lingering round of passionate kisses.

He worked his way up and down her fit form, leaving the best for last. Then, he stripped off his shirt, practically ripped down his zipper, and stepped out of his jeans.

“You forgot one.”

“I see that,” he said, bending down and grabbing his wallet from his pocket. Slapping the tri-fold on the table, he tried to defy the hard male rolling to the fore, the horny man who had been dying to work his cock inside her since the day before.

He’d had enough foreplay. He’d known enticement and now that he had experienced it in the nth degree, he would soon know fulfillment, too.

This woman laid herself out to him, naked and nearly bare. Now, he would show her how much he appreciated her hospitality. And he wouldn’t stop with a thank you.

Jake would work his tongue inside her pussy and pleasure her in a way she’d never known. And when he finally drove his cock inside her, he would make it count. He’d love her hard and wild.

When he was done, he’d leave her with a warning.

Drug and gun lords’ daughters didn’t play on the wrong side of the tracks. They didn’t tempt a bad boy with the sweet promise of sexual fulfillment night after night after night.

No, a mobster’s daughter didn’t play on those tracks for a reason. In a biker’s world, only two kinds of women rode steely rails. Those who were often invited to ride the midnight train with all sorts of passengers and those who rode off into the sunset with their happily ever after, but even then the old ladies had their share of problems. Full patch members, at least most of those he knew, were rarely loyal to their women.

Logan and Sassy quickly entered his mind. Victory and Devon were worth a thought, too. Okay, so maybe some bikers were loyal to their women. Just because the vast majority of the Heroes and Rogues weren’t didn’t mean they were all one in the same. He’d seen the greatest of loves between the club president and his old lady. And Logan Marcs gave new meaning to pussy-whipped.

Then again, Logan Marcs wasn’t a biker.

He flinched at the thought. If Autumn were his, wouldn’t he be loyal? Wouldn’t he be true? Regardless of the club or the feds who had him in place, wouldn’t he be a good man, a decent husband to the right woman?

Of course he would, but that was because he wasn’t a biker. He was an undercover agent in a very dangerous biker gang. And that was the real reason, his truest motive actually, that he would fuck her, leave her, and never allow himself to think about Autumn Lake again.

Chapter Nine

“Oh my God!” Autumn clenched her fists at her sides and spread her legs wider, pumping her hips off the table as Jake jammed his tongue inside her walls, licking her closer and closer to orgasm.

They’d had a wonderful time together, playing and teasing. Serving his dinner from her body had worked out well for both of them. He no longer handled her with kid gloves and she no longer pretended she wanted him to wear them.

He slapped the hell out of her pussy and the resounding pat rang out around her. A burst of heat exploded in her pussy and she came to an upright position, aware of her expression twisting into the O-face, the face she remembered a previous boyfriend claiming she’d only had once in the three years they’d been together.

She and Jake wouldn’t have that same problem.

She slammed her body forward, shifting front and back, up and down. She trembled violently under the weight of his arm as his tongue pleasured her, his fingers drove her.

“Good God, Jake!” The syllables fell out in bits. She couldn’t breathe. All she could do was whimper and cry, moan and chant. “More. God yeah. Right there. Oh my…Jake. Ah fuck. Yes! Yes!”

She’d never been a screamer in her life, but as he spanked her pussy and licked her top to bottom, she couldn’t imagine lying there and just taking it. She had meant to just ease into a rocking motion, a little sway here or there and show him the delicate woman, the sensual lover.

But fuck no. Things weren’t going the way she’d originally planned.

This was the sexual experience of a lifetime. And she planned to ride it for
all. It. Was. Worth.

She writhed under his tongue until she was certain she was on the verge of a climatic point in her life, a full body orgasm, one that would leave her destroyed because no other pleasure would ever compare. All others would pale by comparison.

Jake rose over her with a smile on his face. His chin was wet from her back to back orgasms. And yet he looked down at her as if he’d already found his share of satisfaction, already enjoyed her as much as a man could take pleasure in a woman.

Rolling a condom over his prick, he rasped, “Brought along my dancing clothes.”

“If that’s not the corniest thing I’ve ever heard.” Yet watching him was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.

“It was pretty lame,” he agreed, moistening his lips and stroking his long shaft.

She scooted down until her ass cheeks were even with the dropped table leaf. At that very moment, she knew she’d unleashed the kind of man who knew how to please a woman, a man who wouldn’t dip in nice and easy, and take the slow ride.

No. This man would fuck her. He would fuck her like he might not have another chance and she would match him stroke for stroke.

He dragged her leg up and held her foot against his hip. In the same moment, he plowed inside her.

“Ah fuck,” he muttered, briefly closing his eyes. His jaw twitched. His cock jerked. He eased out of her, slammed inside her again, backed out once more. Each time he pulled out, he left her gasping for air, desperate to breathe.

“Not like this,” she whispered, lifting her head from the table.

“Like how, baby?” He was playing with her and she’d let him play. She’d let him test his stamina for both of them.

He buried his face in her breasts then, assaulting one nipple and then the other as he drove inside her with hard-pounding beats. He long-fucked her with a preset rhythm before he gave her quick erotic jabs, throwing down his weight in a lightning-fast fashion.

“Mmm! God, yeah.” He slapped his hands on either side of her hips and stared down at the point of penetration. “Fucking sexy as all hell.”

“You are for sure.” She bit her lip, needing that release, so desperate for that orgasm.

“Ah yeah, baby. That’s it. Um. Hold still. Right there.”
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Pause.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Pause.

His expression changed. Beads of sweat peppered his brow. He gave her everything he had then, slamming inside her with quicker and quicker beats until they were both crying out, screaming one another’s name, and riding out one hell of a fucking all-time orgasmic high.

****

“That was amazing,” he said, entering the shower behind her and taking the soap from her hand so he could wash her from front to back. She didn’t say a lot as he ran his hands over her back and hips. Finally, the silence was too much. “Are you all right?”

“Are you?” She peered over her shoulder.

“Why wouldn’t I be? That was hands-down the hottest sex I’ve ever had on a dining room table.”

She laughed. “Oh really? Just on the dining room table?”

He grabbed her chin and turned her to face him. He shot her a wink and lathered his hands. Rubbing her full breasts, he grew stiff. How lame would he sound if he gave her too much credit on their first night together?

Their last night together, he mused, trying to come to some kind of terms that whatever attraction he felt for her would diminish with some space. Out of sight and out of mind.

Later when the bust became public knowledge, she’d realize why he hadn’t stuck around. He ran the bar of soap across her nipples, thinking of something he had deliberately pushed out of his mind before. Depending on the magnitude of the bust and when it all came down, wouldn’t she be wrapped up in all this, too, somehow?

The Feds were after the big guys, the whales, but that didn’t mean others would escape free and clear. It didn’t guarantee Autumn would walk away without her share of her battle wounds. She would serve time and he wouldn’t be able to protect her.

Unclear on her role in her father’s business, he forced away all thoughts of business. They had tonight. They could enjoy one another and when the new day came, he’d walk away with illicit memories.

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to him, smothering her lips with his own. She gave better than she took, nipping at his mouth as he kissed her. She cupped his neck and pulled him to her, thrusting her tongue in his mouth whenever he paused to catch his breath.

Jake was hard, rigid, and fucking ready to tear into her once again. And she seemingly had the same ideas in mind. She gripped his shaft and pumped him, watching him as she aroused him, looking on as if she planned to take all night.

“Don’t go anywhere.” She slowly backed away from him.

“Water might run cold.”

“It would be a first,” she said. “Close your eyes and face the wall.”

If his fellow agents could see him now, they’d rip him a new one. Here he was in the apartment of a mobster’s daughter. His weapon wasn’t on him. He’d arrived at her apartment unarmed. In her presence, he lost the will to think. He lost the will to act like an agent and he couldn’t care less about the club. In that moment, the only thing that mattered to him was slipping between her warm thighs once more and riding her until the sun came up.

She left him alone but quickly returned. He heard the creak in the floor before he felt the warm syrup oozing down his back. Her hands went to his back and she massaged him.

His senses were on high alert. He grabbed her arms and pulled them over his shoulders, loving those hard nipples pressed against his shoulders. “Chocolate.”

“You weren’t supposed to peek.”

“I didn’t,” he said, thrusting her arms above his head and forcing her to shift positions. “Turn around here.”

She handed him a bottle of chocolate and squeezed one in her hand, covering his cock in sauce. He unscrewed the cap on his bottle and dumped the chocolate over her breasts.

“God yeah, this is hot,” he whispered, pushing her boobs together and working his tongue from one warm nipple to the other. “Mmm, baby. It wouldn’t take much for me to blow.”

“You want to come?” Her voice was like an aphrodisiac. She wrapped her hand around his prick, sliding down his leg, rubbing against him until her knees met the tile floor. Her eyelashes fluttered. “Is that what you want?” She kissed his cockhead. “Do you want to come for me, Jake?”