Breaking Away [Smoky Mountain Motorcycles] (Siren Publishing Classic) (6 page)

“Danny!” But she laughed. She’d never had a friend like Danny before. She was so refreshing.

“Oh, don’t ‘Danny’ me. Come on. Tell me if it was as good as I know it was. Hurry up before Gabe gets back and catches me on the phone. He’ll fuss at me for meddling.” She paused. “Hmm, that could be good though.”

“You’re awful. I think you enjoy getting caught. You’re so twisted.”

“You know it, so fess up.”

“Oh, all right.” She laughed. Danny was a force of nature. “He was incredible. I’m probably bowlegged, but oh, it was so worth it. I didn’t know it was possible to have so many orgasms in one night.”

“I knew it. He just had that look. I want every little de—” Her words were cut off as there was a sudden tussle on the other end of the phone. Willa heard Gabe’s deep voice right before Danny came back on the line whispering, “I’ll have to call you back, Willa.” The line disconnected, and Willa couldn’t help but laugh. Her friend was in for it now.

She’d just tucked her phone back into her pocket when it rang again. Laughing, she answered. “Shouldn’t you be over someone’s knee right now?”

“Is that the type of people you associate with now, Willamena?” The pompous voice of Jeffery Montgomery almost caused Willa to drop the phone. Lord, what could her father-in-law want? It had been months since he’d called, though it was usually to harass her. He felt it was a blight on the Montgomery family name to have his former daughter-in-law working in such a menial task as an innkeeper.

Well, she was done being bullied by him. “What do you want Jeffery?”

“I was calling to try and talk some sense into you, yet again. Your poor mother is beside herself. Stop this foolishness and come home.”

“We’ve been through this. I’m done with that life. If my mother was really that distraught, she could call me herself instead of sending her lover to do it.”

“Now just a minute, young lady. You will not talk about your mother like that.”

“What, you thought I didn’t know? Well, news flash, Jeffery, everyone knows. They are just too polite to say anything. However, as you’ve pointed out, I don’t have that problem. Leave me be.” That said, she hit the disconnect button on the phone, feeling liberated. Who’d have thought fucking like wild rabbits would free her of more than just her morals.

The sound of clapping brought her up short. She spun around to find Jake standing in the doorway behind her.

* * * *

Jake knew he’d been a dick ignoring her all day, but after his little nut-job performance the night before, he wasn’t sure how to approach her. He’d woken up practically screaming like a pansy, and then how’d he reacted? Like a Neanderthal. He’d all but fucked her brains out. He’d felt like shit when he’d seen her wince when she moved this morning. She was a beautiful classy lady, and he’d treated her like a cheap hooker he’d picked up on a street corner.

He’d made up his mind to come apologize, but then her phone had rung. He hadn’t really intended to eavesdrop, but when he’d realized it was Danny, he hadn’t been able to help himself. It was obvious they were talking about him. His ego had been doing much better when she’d hung up the phone. When it had rung again, he thought, like she had, it had to be Danny again, but the frosty tone in her voice told him otherwise. He’d been ready to go grab the phone from her when she’d given the caller hell.

And just like that, the sex-starved Neanderthal was rearing his head. He pushed it down. She didn’t need him all over her like a dog. He’d come to apologize, not throw her over the table and shove her skirt up, again.

“Ah…” she began, blushing at his applause. “Did you get everything done you wanted to do today?”

“Hmm? Oh yes. I made a lot of progress.” He struggled for something to say that didn’t sound inane. “Are all the guests gone? You had a crowd here this afternoon.”

“What? Oh yes, they are a handful. Sweet ladies though.” She began fiddling with the centerpieces on the tables in the dining room. He watched her move from table to table, adjusting each candle, though to him they looked exactly the same.

“And the rest of the guests checked out? Everyone seemed to go crazy over your blackberry scones this morning.”

“Thanks. They are always popular.” She’d moved on to adjusting the pictures around the room.

He hated that things were so awkward and knew it was all his fault. It was time to man up. “Look, I’m sorry for…” He fumbled for the right words, not sure what to apologize for first.

“For treating me like a bad booty call?” she suggested, though she seemed as surprised as he was by her boldness. Her hand went to her mouth, and a bright blush colored her cheeks.

“Well, yes, that. I didn’t mean to be such a jerk this morning. I....” Damn, this was hard. He’d rather face an entire gang of pissed-off bikers. “I should have treated you better last night. I know you’re a lady, and…”

She moved so suddenly he was stunned into silence. Her elegantly boned hand covered his lips. “Please don’t apologize for last night. I don’t think I could handle it if you regretted it.”

“Regretted it? Are you nuts?” He stepped closer, loving the heat coming off her curvy body. “Last night was unbelievable. I was apologizing for being so rough. I promise I’ll be gentler from now on.”

She stared at him for a second, and then to his complete shock, she actually stomped on his foot. “Don’t you dare! If you want back into my bed, you better bring the badass. If I wanted some prissy hand-holding excuse for a man, I’d be dating one of the fools my family keeps trying to set me up with.” She stomped across the room and began mangling a silk-flower arrangement.

He felt a surge of jealousy at the thought of her dating any man but him. Her family would certainly never approve of him either, but he’d heard her on the phone. She wasn’t interested in what they had to offer. This gave him hope, and then the last of her words sank in. “You want the Neanderthal?”

“Oh yes!” She blushed as she said it, but then threw her shoulders back, refusing to be intimidated.

He took a step toward her. “You want to be thrown down on the bed and fucked?”

She nodded, standing her ground.

“Maybe I should bend you over my bike and shove my cock so far into your hot, tight pussy that you scream and come all over me.”

Another nod as she chewed her lip.

Taking another step toward her, he felt like a tiger stalking his prey. “You like it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?”

“God yes!” Her voice was husky this time, but she still didn’t back down.

He knew he was intimidating when he was in full-on Neanderthal mode. He’d seen seasoned whores step back, but not Willa. “You want to be my dirty little girl, don’t you?”

“Please.” A whimper now, but he knew it wasn’t from fear. Her chest heaved, and he could see the hard tips of her nipples poking through her thin top. He really did love the thin silk blouses she preferred and the long, flowing skirts. She looked so demure, and he wondered what she had on underneath.

“You like the idea of me shoving my hand up under your skirt and ripping your panties off, don’t you?” He was almost on her now. He could feel the heat of her body, smell the sweet hint of her arousal.

He scooped her up and placed her on the edge of the dark-walnut buffet that sat along one wall. He made quick work of her skirt and shredded her panties, but instead of his hands going to his zipper, he went to his knees.

“What…what are you doing?” she stammered, her eyes wide, confused.

“This is a buffet, right? Well, baby, it’s time for me to feast.”

“Oh God, you can’t!” She protested even as he placed hot open-mouth kisses along the damp insides of her thighs. Her moist, pink pussy glistened in front of him. The pouting lips parting to reveal the swollen berry of her clit. She was neatly trimmed, leaving only short womanly curls at the very top of her weeping cunt. He was in heaven.

“Oh, I think I can.” He blew a hot breath over her before inhaling deeply. “You smell so fucking sweet, baby. I want to devour you.”

“I didn’t… that is…oh my…”

“Speechless? Spit it out, sweetheart, tell me.”

Looking up at her, he saw she was blushing bright red, staring at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. “I thought that was just something out of naughty books and movies. Do men actually do that?”

Jake felt his gut twist. How was it possible? “No one has ever tasted your sweet pussy before?” Could her husband have been so selfish?

Biting her lip, she shook her head and confirmed his suspicions.

“Yes, sweetheart, real men do that. In fact, you better get used to it, because there’s nothing I love better than a woman’s luscious juices as they drip from her body, and baby, you smell better than anything I’ve ever caught scent of. I will be feasting on this hot little snatch every damn day!”

Then he was through with talking. He slid his long tongue out, swiping through the soft pink folds. He buried his nose, breathing her in deeply. Rimming her entrance, he dipped, lightly stabbing. Unable to resist any more, his lips closed over her hot little nub. It was practically throbbing with her arousal.

“Oh God!” she cried, her hands grabbing fistfuls of his hair, pulling him into her. He smiled against her, loving that, despite her shyness, she was demanding of her pleasure. He gave her what she wanted. He feasted, working her with his mouth until she arched off of her perch. She would have fallen if he hadn’t held her in place as her orgasm crashed over her. She cried his name, slamming herself into his face.

And damn if he didn’t do something he hadn’t done since he was fifteen years old. He came in his own fucking jeans. No woman had ever rocked his world the way his little innkeeper did.

* * * *

He carried her over to one of the chairs and cradled her in his lap. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“I don’t think okay is a strong enough word to describe how I’m feeling.” She laughed softly. She hadn’t known it was possible to come so hard, especially just from his mouth. The man’s tongue was magic. She was still struggling to breathe.

He laughed deeply, and a satisfied smile spread across his rugged face. “Enjoyed it?”

“You know I did, but what about you?” It seemed unfair to leave him hanging.

To her surprise, he actually blushed a little. “Don’t worry about me.” Changing the subject, he looked around the room. “So it’s just you and me tonight, hmm? Why don’t you go change into some jeans and a long-sleeve shirt, and we’ll get out of here. Let me buy you dinner.”

Willa felt a hopeful smile tug at her lips. “You mean like a date?”

“Yeah, is it okay if I want to take my woman out?”

“Your woman?”

“Well, are you denying it?”

“Nope!” What she was doing was fighting to keep from jumping up and pumping her fist. Instead, she turned and kissed him. “I guess that makes you my man, huh?”

He just smiled. “Go get changed.” Setting her on her feet, he smiled and smacked her on the ass. “And wear boots if you got ’em.”

She grinned. “Oh, I got ’em.”

Willa looked at the huge beast of a bike dubiously. A mixture of fear and longing swirled around inside of her. Climbing onto the back of that big motorcycle with him seemed like such a huge deal. She forced herself to take another step forward. It wasn’t like her fate wasn’t sealed. She was his woman. He’d said it. She wanted to grin every time she thought about their earlier conversation. And she so wanted to crawl onto that bike.

He was watching her, letting her work it out for herself. He seemed larger than life standing next to the massive machine. He’d nonchalantly shrugged into the long leather duster as if it didn’t make his already-large frame even more intimidating. His long auburn hair was tied back and held out of his face by a bandana. Dark sunglasses obscured his eyes, and protected them from the late afternoon sun.

She felt mismatched from him, though she’d tried to dress appropriately. Her skinny jeans felt too new, but she’d paired them up with a plain black T-shirt and black wool peacoat. Her boots, though, were perfect. She’d bought them from a consignment shop Danny had dragged her to a few months before. The moment she’d seen them she’d fallen in love. When she’d hesitated, Danny had insisted. They were thick, supple red leather, came up to just above her knees, and had four-inch spiked heels. She might not be a true biker babe, but she’d pass. And his eyes told her he really liked the boots. She’d have to wear them again sometime, just them, she thought wickedly.

She turned her attention back to the bike. There was one other issue she needed to address. “Um, are you sure I’m not too big? I know I’m not a little girl, and I wasn’t sure if that mattered, for balance or something.”

He tilted his head to one side for a second. Sliding his sunglasses back onto the top of his head, he studied her. He made a low grumbling sound before he strolled over to stand directly in front of her. “That’s the second time you’ve said that. I want to know why you think you’re so big.”

“Well, look at me. I feel like an Amazon around most women.” It was the reason she’d hesitated to buy the boots. She was already five foot ten. When you added four more inches to that, yikes!