Bitter Kind of Love: Prairie Devils MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (21 page)

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“What's going on? Are the guys really pissed?”

“Not at you. They understand, and you're welcome to stay under my protection.” She nodded, and I watched closely for any signs of reluctance, regret, anything that might darken the fucking heaven we'd enjoyed last night.

Nothing. Just how I wanted it.

“I still can't believe this happened...it hurts that I had to tell them anything to save myself.” She looked up. Her lip quivered once before she bit it, hiding the turmoil rushing through her like a whirlwind.

No time for this shit. No time to be sad. The goddamned Slingers had already done plenty of damage, and more was bound to come in the days ahead, but I'd be fucked if I let them screw with her head, her heart.

“I got something for you,” I said, rounding past her to the old dresser.

I pulled out the sketchbook and pushed it into her arms. “Something we found in your old man's stuff, along with the shit causing all this fucking trouble.”

She looked up, her eyes wide. I smiled. “Go ahead. It's safe. Those fucks will want nothing to do with this. You will.”

I sat next to her, throwing a possessive arm over her shoulders, watching as she flipped through the pages. Her stare was dull at first, and I wondered if I'd fucked something up.

But then her fingers caressed the fantasy shit, especially the sketch of the mad-eyed warrior with the girl at his feet, his sword raised up to the sky. Badass.

“Well?” I asked, impatient to see what the hell she had to say.

“I'd forgotten this stuff. Mostly. All the crap that happened before Dad was killed...must've been a year since I'd done any art. I had a mental block for a long time. Couldn't bring pen or charcoal to paper. I just carried these around in my bag, hoping it'd come back.”

“It's not too late, baby. You wanna take this shit to the fucking moon, I'll help you. The clubhouse could use some dressing up. If you want me to talk to Blaze, just say the word, and I'll get a space for you to throw something together. If it's half as good as the shit in that pad, we won't be the only ones paying you.”

She shook her head and set it aside. “No. The mood's all wrong...I can't just create when I don't feel it first. That stuff's all in the past, Sting. I'm not an artist. I never really was.”

Bullshit. Her denial made me grab her by both arms and pull her onto my lap. She pushed against me and we both fell, slumping on the bed, with her on top.

“Bull-fucking-shit. I don't believe it, baby. That's just all the crap we've had to deal with talking. I've known dudes before with talent. It comes and goes, yeah, but they never leave it behind once they're bitten by the bug.” She shook her pretty head, raven black hair waving, still denying it. “You're gonna get your muse back sooner or later, Alice. And when it comes, you fucking talk to me. 'Cause I'll milk that bitch for all she's worth 'til you never have to worry about doing some shit you hate for money ever again.”

“Well...if it's any consolation, the stripper days are behind me. I don't think I could do it again, even if I tried.”

I growled, moving my hands to her ass, beginning to rock gently. My cock sprang up, ready to go, throbbing like I hadn't gotten pussy for weeks instead of hours.

Fucking shit. This woman, this beautiful dark eyed babe, was gonna suck the life outta me, if I didn't go crazy when I wasn't deep inside her first. I ran my hand to my pocket, feeling for a condom and getting a little shock of relief when I found its bulge.

Thank fuck!
I was worried I ran out.

Alice was getting into it now, twisting her hips, little gasps parting her lips each time I rocked against her clit. I started to undo her belt and get her pants off when she fell on top of me, sweet breath close to mine.

“Is this a good place?” she whispered. “Everybody's out in the bar, aren't they?”

“Don't worry about it. All the brothers have heard somebody else fucking. Shit, half the dudes have
seen
it too, wild nights you wouldn't imagine...”

Her dark brown eyes wavered, and then she ran a hand up my chest, sweeping dangerously close to my cock.
Crazy fucking tease!

And, of course, I loved every second.

“Are you sure I'm going to keep up with you, Sting? You had to have had other women who were better than me...”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Now, she was really teasing me, somewhere between a sexy joke and serious crazy talk.

My hands cupped her ass tighter and gave it a squeeze, pulling her into me, rocking my hips against hers. I did it hard and fast, ready to make her come in her jeans and panties like last night, even though I was dying to get inside her.

“Bullshit. The wildest, wettest baby girl I know is on top of me right now.” Her hips rolled into mine and I grunted, feeling my eyeballs twitch. “Shit, baby. You wanna talk about how the past is in the past? Then I'm gonna tell you it's the same with me. I don't give a shit if I never see another pair of bare tits in this lifetime. You're the only one I want to see, taste, and fuck. You, Alice. Only you.

“You're mine, baby,” I growled, jerking her ass up and down into me. “And I'm gonna lock your doubts up and throw away the fucking key when I get my brand on your sweet fucking skin.”

That did it. She relaxed. I dove in, kissing her rough, growling as I did. Thunder worked its magic, and I felt her smile a little as I opened her up with my tongue, reaching deeper, owning my woman.

My hands went to work. I jerked off her clothes as we continued to kiss, lifting her legs when I needed, and then pulling away her top. Her bra popped, spilling her perfect tits, ripe and ready for my hands, my mouth, my teeth.

I dug outta my clothes underneath her. Knew she needed it just as bad as me when her hands jerked at my chest, helping me lose my cut, my shirt, and then my jeans. When we were both naked, I flipped her over with another growl, reigning in my rampant cock.

“Don't hold it, girl,” I said, kissing my way down to her tits. “You scream as loud as you fucking want, just like when we were in the apartment last night. I'm gonna claim you good and proper soon...but let's drive it home right now. Scream for me, baby. I want my ears to echo with you coming all over me.”

My teeth caught her rosy nipple right as my fingers caught the other. She jerked and squealed, grinding against my cock.

Holy fucking shit. I almost sank into her right then without even wrapping my dick up. Damned good reminder to send her off to Em later for some birth control, if I could stop myself from doing something fucking crazy just then.

God damn it was gonna be amazing to pump a baby into her someday. I pulled back at the last second, riding down her stomach. I grabbed her thighs and pulled them apart, loving how she whimpered.

I grinned when I saw it. She was fucking soaked, pussy pulsing and ready, aching with a fiery need I was ready to sate. Except, first, I was gonna see how hot I could make her burn.

My tongue went straight for her clit. Alice's scent, her taste, her sweet fucking skin...Christ, I was never gonna get enough of this woman. Her velvet was softer, ready to open deep since I'd taken her cherry.

I licked deep, tasting the tender flesh, parting her. She did that hot little dance beneath my hands, rolling her hips away from my face sometimes and then grinding into it, like her body wasn't sure if she wanted to throw herself at me or run because it was too much to take.

Fucked if I was gonna let her go anywhere except on my mouth.

“Stinger...” She moaned my name, nails beginning to dig in near my temples.

I rubbed my head against her hands. Didn't give a single fuck if she scratched me to shit. Hell, I welcomed it. Feeling her needle my skin meant I was doing my job, and I was working damned hard between her legs, alternating winding laps through her folds before lashing her clit.

Lips and teeth and tongue kept moving in a flurry. She was back against the headboard and I still wasn't stopping. I'd drive her up the goddamned wall if it made her come harder.

“Stinger!” Her breath hitched. “Oh, God. I'm fucking –“

Coming. And keep on doing it too, baby,
I thought.
This pussy melts best on my mouth, and right now your clit's the best thing I've tasted.

My tongue focused right on her little nub. I sucked and fucked it with my whole mouth; lips, tongue, and teeth, everything I could muster to send her flying off the edge.

It worked.

Fuck, it worked, and my ears hummed happy as she became a whimpering, screaming, spasming mess beneath me. I had to hold her down tighter, jamming her hips into the bed to keep her in place. My girl bucked back, shoving her pussy hard against my mouth, encouraging those rough, relentless licks she craved.

I didn't stop 'til she was breathless and limp. Watching that girl go off like fireworks was the second best thing to owning her heart. Sure, her pussy came first, surest way to claim her. But when I came up a minute later, kicking off my jeans and still tasting her glorious cream on my lips, I saw the total beauty in her deep brown eyes.

That wasn't just lust staring at me. I'd seen that shit a hundred times on every whore from here to Minnesota. No, this was fucking different, and the
love
there filled me with a special kinda fire, straight from my head down to my dick.

I fucking throbbed. I ached. It
hurt
when I wasn't inside her, and I wasn't wasting one more precious second. Tearing the condom with my teeth, I leaned back on my hips and rolled it on, leaking pre-come all over before I got it secured.

Alice shuddered. Her right hand curled between her thighs as she spread wider for me, toying with the clit I'd just sucked, calling me home.

Sweet merciful Jesus. Sweet fucking Satan.

I reared up, throw my hands on the headboard, and drove my hips into hers, finding the mark.

“Fuck me!” she hissed, a brighter shade of red painting up her skin. “I don't care where we are or who we're with...if it's just you and me, Sting, I want it...”

She was struggling, tripping all over her words, chasing shame as she came alive on my cock.

Good fucking girl. My girl.

I started to thrust hard, finding my pleasure, wondering what merciless god kept me away from this perfect pussy for all these years.

Her nails went for my ass. Alice's legs locked around mine. All the encouragement I needed to ride her harder, faster, slamming my dick as deep as it would go. She threw her head back in slow motion, sweat beading on her brow, and drew a deep breath.

Absolute fucking dynamite. The fierce, but feminine growl that hit me in the face rattled my bones. My hips went nuts, jackhammering into her, making sure to drag my trim hair across her clit when I pounded her deep.

She hit me from four directions. Ankles and nails dug into my skin and I snorted like a stallion, losing my fucking mind in the headlong rush to the fire waiting at the finish line.

“Fuck, baby! Don't stop coming, 'cause I'm gonna join you. Come on, firecracker.” She oozed more pleasure when I called her that. “Make me blow to smithereens.”

Whatever I said was like magic. Her sweet cunt clamped so tight around my cock it felt like the softest silk in the universe sucking me off.

Shit.

I buried myself balls deep and came, cursing and snarling like a motherfucker, pure molten fire shooting out my balls. It was one degree away from perfect – and only one because of the fucking condom – but I gave it up happy. Came so hard my body shook, pulsing like I'd been hit with lightning.

The bolt shot through me, all passion, straight through my girl. I grabbed her little ass halfway through and shook her up and down on my cock, jerking myself off with her sweet body.

Alice could barely open her eyes. She'd turned to stone, locked in the same endless orgasm as me, coming her beautiful brains out.

We both collapsed on the bed a couple minutes later. I ripped the condom off and tossed it in the trash, listening to brothers milling around down the hall outside.

Soon, we'd get dressed and I'd take her home, assuming Blaze wasn't gonna ride our asses about anything else today. Before that, I picked up her sketchpad and laid it on her bare tits, bringing her back to life with another long kiss.

“Sting? What's this?”

“That's me telling you to draw me something. I know, I know...” I held up one tattooed arm. “You haven't got your muse back
yet.
You will. Count on it.”

She smiled, shaking her head in disbelief. The light in those dark eyes told me I'd really hit deep. I smiled back. She reached up and ran a light finger over one corner of my smile.

“Whenever you do, baby, I wanna see it. We'll find out real fast you've got life left in those fingers.” I reached for her hand and squeezed. “And I'm not just talking about how good they make me feel when they're wrapped around my dick.”

Alice laughed. Music to my ears – and they needed it too after nearly being lit on fire while we fucked.

Maybe hell was coming tomorrow if the Slingers caught up to us. Some fuck could put a bullet in my head if I was really unlucky, and I was ready for that. But today, it was just us, and the only fucking world that mattered to me was in this clubhouse with her in my arms, inches from my heart.

It was shaping up to be a long fucking winter. Too bad. I was determined to keep it from icing her up after I'd thawed her out – especially when the glacier Beth's death left behind was evaporating by the day.

That smile on my face she loved to gawk at and run her fingers through? For the first time in my fucked up life, it was starting to seem real.

IX: Tarnished Hearts (Alice)

S
afe in his arms, the darkness in my dreams was deep. Unforgiving.

I saw my Dad's death again and again, those brutal men who'd nearly killed me and defiled me splitting his head on the worn clubhouse floor. Then the gruesome scene blurred into fantasy, all the things I'd drawn in the sketchbook and sworn off.

I was drawing, just like he asked, drawing him.

He filled my empty page, more realistic than anything I could do in real life in that strange timeless way only dreams allow.

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