Nasty Bastard (Grim Bastards MC Book 4) (13 page)

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more,” she replies, staring at me with her big blue eyes. “Other than maybe the first time we did this.”

For a second, my mind goes to the past, but I push both the good memories and the bad ones away. I put her down and back away, just enough to pull my cut off and yank off my shirt. As soon as her feet touch the ground, she starts tugging off her shirt. By the time I kick off my boots, she is standing there in nothing but her pink bra and panties. My mouth waters at the sight of her lace covered breasts and the shadow between her legs.

“Fuck,” I growl, reaching out and pulling her back into my arms. “I need you, Gidget. I always fucking need you. Even after all these years, that’s never changed. Every damn day, I would wake up hard, needing to be deep inside you.”

Her hands graze down my bare back, coming to stop right above my ass. Then, one hand makes its way between us and unbuttons my jeans. We kiss, tasting each other, while she works my zipper. Her hand brushes over the tip of my cock, drawing a moan from deep in my chest. When she’s done, she pushes them down my hips and pulls me down to the bed.

My jeans are gone before we hit the bed. Skin to skin, the contact has my cock leaking with anticipation. My hips grind into her as she moves against me, pressing my cock against her sensitive clit with each thrust. The sensation of rubbing against her damp heat has me ready to explode in seconds. There’s no fucking way that’s going to happen. When I come, it’s gonna be deep inside of her sweet pussy.

“You feel so good,” she says through a moan.

I kiss my way down her neck, biting into her flesh with my teeth. My lips make a path to her breasts, sucking on the pebbled peaks through the lace, as my hands slide underneath her and work the clasp of her bra. Once that’s done, I pull it off and toss it to the floor. I continue downward, stopping to place a kiss on her pelvic bone.

“I need to taste you,” I say, looking to her. “You want me to taste you, baby? Do you want my tongue buried deep in your pussy?”

“Yes, please,” she pants out, nodding her head frantically.

Not wanting to wait, I jump from the bed and grab her ankles. Pulling her ass to the edge of the bed, I jerk her panties off and drop to my knees. Her pussy is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. Just a slight tuft of black hair hides what I seek. Using my thumbs, I pull her glistening folds apart to peek at her pulsating clit. My mouth starts to water, just thinking of the treat I will be feasting on soon.

“You’re so damn beautiful, baby,” I say, still staring at her sweet pussy. “Never seen anything so fucking pretty.”

A second later, my head is buried between her legs, and I’m getting the first taste of heaven I’ve had in over thirteen years. I trace her slit with my tongue, lapping up all her delicious juices. It isn’t enough, so I push my tongue deep into her, savoring the taste. Her hips gyrate, pushing against my mouth, and her hand comes down to grab the back of my head.

“More,” she begs, as her fingers thread into my hair. “Please, Smoke. I’m so close.”

Jerking my head back, I look into her eyes. “I’m Layton to you.”

Her eyes are clouded with pleasure as she says, “You told me everyone calls you Smoke now.”

“Yeah, but, I’m Layton to you,” I say, lowering my head back to her. “I’m Layton to you and always will be, especially when we’re in bed.”

My thumbs spread her slick folds, as my mouth devours her. Finally, my fingers find their way deep inside her heat as my lips continue to feast on her pussy. Her hips lift to meet my mouth in a steady rhythm, while I bite down on her clit. Within seconds, she cries out my name as her pussy convulses around my fingers in a frantic rhythm.

“You need to taste yourself, baby.” I work my way up her body and place my lips on hers. “You’re like fucking heaven, baby. I’ve waited a long fucking time to taste that again. It’s just as good as I remember.”

I climb off of her again just long enough to get a condom out of my pants pocket. I quickly rip it open and slide it on. My cock is so hard, it’s almost painful to touch. The anticipation of finally being buried deep in her pussy again is almost enough to make me come before I even get the chance to get inside her.

I look down at my beautiful woman, laid out before me with her legs spread open, waiting for me. Her cheeks and chest have a rosy color to them from her recent orgasm, and her breaths are still coming out in pants. The sight has my cock pulsing with need.

“I am the luckiest motherfucker alive, just having you in my bed,” I say, before crawling over her.

I take a few minutes to worship her body, starting with placing a kiss on the inside of each ankle and working my way up. Her moans are driving me crazy, but I want to take the time to show her how important this moment is to me. I’ve spent a lot of time fucking women, but this is different. Gidget’s different, and I want to show her just how different she is.

A kiss behind each knee. “You’ve got soft skin, baby. I love the way it feels.”

A few kisses on her lower stomach as I make my way up her body; there’s no way I’m not stopping at her breasts. Without her bra in my way, I can thoroughly enjoy the feel of her hardened nipples in my mouth. I spend a few seconds on each one, until Gidget grabs my head and pulls me up to her.

“Please, Layton. I’ve waited long enough. I want to feel you inside me.” Her voice is a harsh whisper as her eyes shine with need.

That’s all it takes for me to lose control. I line up my cock and push inside, savoring every fucking inch. I try to take it slow, enjoy the feeling of being inside her, but I can’t. I’ve waited too long already.

As I bury myself completely inside her, we both let out moans of pleasure. “Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good.”

“Yes,” she moans, raising her hips to meet each of my thrusts.

I glide in and out of her as my pleasure builds and builds. After so fucking long without her, my entire body is on fire with the need to empty myself inside her. Each downward stroke is bringing me closer to the edge. I’m not sure how long I can hold it back.

In and out, I pump into her ferociously. “I need you to come, Gidget. I want to hear you scream my name.”

I lean down and pull her nipple into my mouth again while reaching between us to rub circles around her clit. Her body starts to move under mine with no rhythm. There’s no doubt in my mind that she’s just as close as I am. I let go of her nipple with a pop then latch on to the other one.

“No matter what happens, I will never forget this night. Just being with you again is enough for me.” Her words hit me in the gut, letting me know she’s not sure if she’s staying here with me or not.

“I plan on giving you many more nights to remember, baby,” I say, hoping like hell she gives me the chance.

Just as I thrust in one final time, her pussy convulses around my cock. I grunt against her breast as she screams out my name. Not once, not one fucking time, have I ever felt better than I do at this moment.

Gidget

I wait for him to get rid of the condom and climb back into bed. My eyes take in his naked body, and my need starts to grow again. In all my years with Richard, we had a fairly healthy sexual relationship. He was good in bed, even if a bit boring, but he never left me wanting. Still, nothing felt as good as having Layton inside of me.

I have to force myself to push all that aside. We need to talk, to try to put our past behind us. I’m not sure if that’s even possible, but we have to try if we want this thing between us to work. Right now, I’m praying that we can find a little of what we lost.

Pasting on a smile, I say, “We really need to talk.”

“Where’s Parker?” he asks, as if I hadn’t said a word. “Is he still hanging out with Addy and Cam?”

Grinding my teeth as irritation fills me, I answer. “Lettie came by earlier and got him. She’s taking him to get pizza then having a sleep over.”

A smile spreads across his lips. “That’s good. She likes playing Grandma to Cam, but the boy can’t talk yet. I’m sure she’ll enjoy spending time with Parker more.”

“Yes, she does.” My irritation grows as I shake my head. “But that really isn’t what we need to talk about.”

He wraps his arms around me and places an open mouthed kiss on my shoulder. “Okay, baby. Let’s talk.”

His naked body next to mine sends shivers throughout my body. I have to fight the urge to roll over and force him to fuck me again. As difficult as it is, I push away my need and try to focus on the conversation we need to have.

“Why did you listen to your dad?” I ask, trying to stay on topic. “You had to know I loved you enough to put off college for a little while.”

Every muscle in his body pulls tight as he squeezes me. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Again, the contact of his body next to mine sends a thrill through me, but I ignore it and dredge on. “Your dad talked to me, told me about what he said to you.”

“I didn’t listen to him at first, but when your aunt fucked with your school money, I had to consider what he was saying.” His arms loosen around me, and one hand starts skating up and down my back. “I couldn’t take a chance of you regretting the decision to be mine. You wanted to go to college, and I wasn’t going to stand in your way.”

“You weren’t,” I reply, tears filling my eyes. “You were all I wanted. Everything else was just filler; you were my life.”

“Don’t you know it was the same way for me, too? You completed me. Even as I let you go, I knew no one else could fill the void you were gonna leave behind.” He tightens his hold on me, dropping a quick kiss to the top of my head. “Can’t you understand? I didn’t want to take the chance of taking your dream away from you. All your life, your dad did nothing but hand you shit. I didn’t want you to ever feel the same about me.”

Tears are streaking down my face now, tears for all those years we lost and all the pain I was forced to live with. I can understand now, but I still don’t agree. Obviously, he doesn’t understand how much he meant to me. Hell, how much he still means to me.

Laying my head against his chest, I whisper, “You were my dream, Smoke.”

“Layton, remember,” he says, his voice a bit harsh. “I can be Smoke to all those fuckers out there, but with you, I wanna be Layton.”

“Okay, Layton,” I reply, a warm feeling reaching my heart. “You were the only thing that mattered to me.”

He stays quiet for a few minutes, his hand still moving in slow circles over my lower back. It takes forever for his body to finally relax. When it does, he blows out a breath and clears his throat.

“I was wrong not giving you a choice, but then again, I wasn’t,” he starts, his hand stilling against my flesh. “Like I told you the other day, if I hadn’t have fucked up, you wouldn’t have Parker. I don’t know the boy well, but I know him well enough to figure out that he’s one hell of a kid.”

A smile forms on my lips as I think of my son. “He’s amazing, so damn smart. He’ll be five in November, won’t be able to start kindergarten till next year, but he can already read a few words and knows his entire alphabet.”

“Damn,” he says with a chuckle. “My girl sounds like a proud Momma.”

I pull up to look into his eyes. “Oh, I am proud of him. He’s wonderful, Layton. You’re gonna fall in love with him.”

His dark brown eyes darken, making them appear nearly black. “Considering I’ve loved his mom damn near my whole life, I don’t think falling in love with him will be any trouble.”

His words bring more tears to my eyes, making me love him even more. Smoke notices when a tear falls onto his chest.

“Hey, what’s this about?”

I smile against his skin and tell him the truth. “I’m just happy. Parker’s dad didn’t think twice about giving me custody of him, and here you are wanting to love him like he’s your own son.”

“His dad is an ignorant asshole. Any man that would let his family go has to be stupid as fuck,” he says, which causes me to laugh. “If I had a son, I’d never let him out of my sight. Fuck, I hated leaving him the last few days.”

“Richard can be an ass. He became more worried about his new wife, and making a family with her, to worry about Parker. If we stay here, you’ll get to meet him. Well, you will if Richard sticks to the visitation that we have set up,” I explain, before laughing again at the face he’s making.

“I’d rather not meet him at all, but sometimes, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. I can’t promise that I won’t beat his ass if he acts like a fucking dick.” He growls, his entire body vibrating with tension.

I lay my head back down on his chest, imagining him laying Richard out. “I wouldn’t ask you to promise me that. If you feel the need to kick his ass, go for it. I wouldn’t mind seeing him knocked down a notch, so please make sure I’m around to watch when you do it.”

Layton continues his rubbing on my back as he leans down and gives me a soft kiss on the top of my head. “You should already know that I would do anything for you. Always have, always will.”

His whispered words and soft caress are lulling me to sleep. As much as I hate to get up, I need to make a quick run to the bathroom before I fall asleep. I tap Layton on the chest to have him move to release me.

Crawling from the bed, I turn my back to him and start to the bathroom. “I’ll be back in just a minute.”

“What the hell?” he says, grabbing my arm and pulling me back into bed. “How the fuck did I miss that?”

“What?” I mumble, trying to fight his hold.

Forcing me on my stomach, he holds me down with one hand and runs the other over my back. “Fuck, baby. That’s beautiful. Is it new?”

It only takes a second for his words to click together in my mind. He’s looking at my tattoo. It was a last minute decision, something I did because there was no one to tell me I couldn’t.

“Yeah, I got it right after the divorce.” My cheeks fill with heat as he continues his inspection of my ink.

He asks, as his hand moves from my shoulder blade to the top of my ass, “Does it mean anything special to you, or did you just like the artwork?”

I think about my answer carefully before telling him the truth. “I always felt like I had no control over my life. First, there was dad being a dick, then my aunt forcing me to do what she wanted, and finally, Richard just being himself. It didn’t seem like there was one single day in my life that I had complete control. The tattoo was my way of taking control.”