BLAMELESS: MC Biker Romance (Black Thorns, #3) (6 page)

After a long while, I pull away and get to my feet, hiding my face from him. “It’s not your fault. I’m messed up.” I wipe my tears away with the backs of my hands and finally dare to look at him. The concern in his eyes cuts into me. “You should go. Best to get away from the crying woman while you can,” I say with a small laugh, trying to lighten the situation any way I can. I can’t believe I just freaked out like that, out of the blue. The mention of sex just set me off. My Achilles Heel.

“Don’t wanna go, Sarah.”

I snort out a laugh. “Don’t pity me. It was a long time ago. I just freaked out. That’s all.” I point to the door. “Take the out while you can.”

He steps into me. “Rode three hours to come here tonight. Ain’t leaving after just a half hour.”

“What? Why would you—?”

He blows out a breath and runs his hand over the top of his spiky hair. “Why? Dunno, darlin’. All I know is I wanted some company and the only person I felt like being ‘round were you.”

Oh my God. “I don’t understand. What are you saying? You…like me?”

He shrugs. “Like being ‘round you. All I can wrap my head ‘round right now.”

Oh. “So, like friends then?”

“How ‘bout we keep away from all ‘em labels and overthinking bullshit? You wanna hang, or not?” he says, getting his back up a bit.

I glance around the diner. “I’m almost finished closing up. You can come back to my house if you want. Just to…
hang
, though.”

He grins. “Message received.”

“Okay. Then…I’ll just finish up and we can go,” I say, moving to brush past him.

His hand shoots out, grabbing my arm suddenly. Gently. Very gently. “One more thing you should know ‘bout me. Just for the record.”

“Yeah?” I ask, nervous from the intense look in his burning auburn eyes.

“When
I
fuck a woman, there ain’t nothing but pleasure.”

I swallow hard.

He smiles and releases me.

And then I hurry away into the back. Holy hell.

Chapter 7

~Runner~

I can’t breathe.

She’s just had me choking on my beer from the shit she’s been saying.

“Too fucking funny, darlin’,” I tell her through my laughter. “Can’t believe that’s what you thought a cock ring were for.”

When we got back here she were still real tense ‘bout what went down in the diner. She pulled out a 12-pack of beer and we put away a few. But she still weren’t loosening up. I knew why. Cuz of the elephant in the room. Sex. She’s real weird ‘bout it. So, I figured putting it out in the open and talking ‘bout it would fix all that.

And here we are now, dying with laughter. She’s hilarious. I mean, I knew she had a sense of humor, but this is something else. And her laugh…damn…it’s the sweetest sound.

“What else?” she asks me, taking a sip from her beer bottle that’s almost done now.

I look her over, sitting opposite me in the armchair. Her legs are crossed and she’s slouching back, looking real comfortable. Her long hair’s all over the place from her throwing her head back so much from laughing. Her gorgeous green eyes are sparkling. She looks so damn happy now and it’s doing things to me that I don’t understand. All I know is I like it. I like the way she makes me feel when I’m with her.

“Your turn,” I say, throwing her a challenge.

She bites her lip coyly. I doubt that’d be happening if she hadn’t put away a few beers.

“What’s your favorite…sex act?”

Sex act?
So funny that she asks in such a proper sounding way. I make my fingers into a ‘V’ and wiggle my tongue between ‘em.

She gasps, getting it. “Why…why that?”

“Cuz I’m real good at it and it gets me off doing it, making a woman scream and lose her mind, cuz of me.”

I hear her draw in a sharp breath and she rubs her legs together. Dead giveaway that my words just got her all hot and bothered.

“Huh,” she says, tryin’ to play it off like it ain’t affecting her. “I thought you would’ve said something else, like…” she screws up her face, “…a blowjob. Something for
you
as the guy.”

The way she can’t say it without seeming real disgusted by it has me wondering what’s up with that. Don’t wanna ask for details, cuz it’s probably got something to do with that asshole hurting her. So, I just ask in a general way. “Hate that, huh? Idea of giving a guy head?”

“Having something shoved down my throat? Yeah,” she bites back.

Shoved down
her throat
? Yeah, that asshole must’ve forced her to deep throat or something then. Sounds like he didn’t take the time to teach her how to do it first neither. Her reaction’s too intense just to be hypothetical shit.

“Don’t gotta be like that, darlin’.”

She rolls her eyes. “Sure.”

“Seriously.”

She laughs. “Zeb! Hilarious.”

Thinks I’m messing with her? “Want me to prove it?”

That stops her laughing. Her eyes go straight to my lap where my cock’s raring to go, cuz of all this sex talk.

“What?” she shrieks. “No way!”

“Come here,” I say, holding out my hand.

She draws back. “No. I’m not going to…do that.”

“I know, darlin’. Just come over here.”

“No. I’m good here, thanks.”

“Ain’t gonna hurt you, Sarah. Ain’t gonna make you do nothing you don’t wanna do. Swear it.” I grin. “Besides, I still got this stab wound, yeah? You could kick my ass easy, right? You got all the power here, not me.”

She takes that in for a moment. And then she makes her way over to me. She stands in front of me and starts doing that nervous foot tapping thing of hers.

I pat the space on the couch next to me.

She sits.

The second she turns to face me, I slide my hand into her hair and press my lips to hers.

She tenses for a second, not expecting it. It’s why I did it so suddenly. Don’t give her time to overthink it and start freaking out. She’s too much in her own head.

I keep it real soft and slow for her.

Shocking thing is, I’m liking this a whole lot. Being slow ‘bout it. Taking my time for once. I wanna enjoy it with this girl. She’s got the sweetest taste. The softest, fullest lips I’ve ever had the pleasure of kissing.

She leans into me and wraps her arms ‘round my neck. She opens for me, moaning into my mouth as my tongue glides over hers.

Something snaps in her then and the next thing I know she’s tryin’ to pull me down with her. Can’t move that way right now with my stupid wound.

I pull back and look at her. “Can’t, darlin’. Wound and all that, yeah?” Jesus, her eyes are on fire for me. She’s panting so hard, desperate. I slide my hands down her neck, along her shoulders and over her big tits. I take ‘em in my hands and groan as I finally feel ‘em. Soft and perky, just like I thought.

I grab the bottom of her white blouse that’s done up all the way to the collar, wanting to slide my hands underneath and feel her skin-to-skin.

“No!” she cries, batting my hands away.

“What’s wrong?”

“I…I need to leave it on.”

What?

“Why?”

She looks down at her hands and just shrugs.

Fuck this.

I reach for the belt of her jeans and work my magic to rip ‘em open in record time. She yelps in surprise as I tug ‘em down to her thighs real quick.

Hot damn. She’s wearing bright-pink silk panties. Way classier than the thongs I’m used to seeing. “Mmm…like these, Sarah.”

She blushes like crazy.

I try to pull her panties and jeans down further. Want ‘em off her. Wanna see her. But she stops me again, just like she did with her top.

“Sarah?”

“I…no lower.”

What’s going on? “Why not?”

She looks real uncomfortable and…upset. Don’t wanna make her feel that way.

“It’s okay. Sure, darlin’. Whatever you want.”

I can still work with this.

I grab her hips, pulling her to me. I angle her so I can get good access to her, even though ‘em jeans ‘round her thighs really ain’t helping, cuz I can’t spread her open like I want.

I tug her panties down to meet her jeans.

And then I drag my tongue through her pussy. She screams and bucks in my hands.

“This is how a man
should
eat your pussy, darlin’.”

She’s already dripping wet. Mmm. I clean her with my tongue, licking up every drop, before dipping inside her and then circling her clit with her juices. She shrieks as I assault it with firm, rapid-fire flicks. She tries to move, but she can’t. Her jeans ‘round her thighs are holding her in place, at my mercy.

I know she ain’t never been eaten out before, cuz she’s real sensitive and ready to go over the edge any second. I’ve barely started on her yet. But it don’t look like she’s gonna hold out.

“Zeb! Oh my God!” she whimpers as I blow on her pussy.

I pull back a bit to look up at her. Gotta see the look on her face.

Oh fuck, yeah. She’s riding high on pleasure. Biting those full lips of hers, her eyes heavy with desire, fisting her hands in her hair. Looking wild. So fucking hot.

Jesus. I dunno if my cock’s ever been this desperate like it is for
her
right now.

Wanna hear her come. Wanna see her come apart for me.

I lick the length of her again. When I feel she’s right on the edge, I start fucking her hard with my tongue.

She loses it then. Never seen nothing like it.

She screams wildly. No
‘Oh God’
or
‘Oh fuck’
or none of that. Nah. There’s only one name on her lips. Mine. Over and over as her pussy explodes ‘round me.
Zeb! Zeb! Zeb!
It’s like a mantra. Or a prayer.

Her whole body shudders as her orgasm takes her over completely. I tighten my grip on her hips as I lick up every last drop of her ‘til she’s whimpering and begging me to stop, cuz it’s too much for her to take.

She collapses on top of me and I wrap my arms ‘round her tight.

“Wow,” she breathes into my chest. “You
are
really good at it.”

I chuckle. “Just a warm up, darlin’.”

“A warm up?” she gasps, lifting her head to look at me.

“You were ready to come the second you felt that first lick. Next time, I’ll show you it all. I wanna do it right now just to see you come again. The hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh God,” she says, hiding her face in my chest, all embarrassed.

“I’m serious.”

She giggles.

I reach out and start stroking her hair.

“I don’t think I can move.”

“Then don’t. I like you right here,” I tell her, tightening my hold ‘round her.

She lifts her head again and asks, “Don’t you need me to…return the favor?”

She looks so scared even saying it. Knowing she’s still offering even though she’s clearly terrified is fucking astounding.

“Nah, darlin’,” I whisper, cupping the back of her head. “It’s all good.”

Lies. My cock hates me right now. I’m so fucking turned on, so hot for her. But I ain’t gonna do nothing ‘bout it. She ain’t like the girls I’m used to. She’s real different.

And she ain’t ready.

Jesus. Can’t believe I’m thinking this way. I’ve always been a guy to take what he wants and get gone.

But this girl…hot damn…don’t wanna be doing that with her.

She’s got me here holding her and not wanting to let her go. Just feels so good having her in my arms.

A first for me.

Everything with her is.

And right now I don’t care what all that might mean. Just care ‘bout taking in this moment.

With her.

Chapter 8

~Sarah~

I can’t stop smiling.

Last night was…spectacular. I can’t actually believe it happened. It’s so surreal. I’m still trying to process it.

Me and Zeb?

Zeb and
me
?

Oh my God.

For the first time in my life I actually felt what it was like to have a man give me pleasure. An orgasm. An intense one, too. My body didn’t know what to do with itself when it hit. I could barely remember to breathe. I’m surprised I didn’t actually pass out.

I can’t believe it. He made me come.

Oh, he’s really good.

He definitely lives up to his reputation. Well, part of it. The part involving him knowing how to please a woman. I’d thought it was just exaggeration and that his arrogance about the rumors was just all tough-guy talk—some sort of
biker
attitude thing. Most guys who talk a big game can’t deliver when the time comes. Well, that’s what I’ve heard. I can’t say I have the experience to prove that theory, because I don’t. But, in Zeb’s case, the theory isn’t true at all. He is
really
good at the…sexual…stuff.