Dark Menace MC: Stone (9 page)

A tug on my hair tore us apart, and my gaze
was captured by the wild emotion in his. The warning was very
clear. “Don’t you have something to take care of?” he reminded me
in a gravelly tone, his anger still apparent.

I pulled away from him, feeling my own anger
mounting. He had a lot of nerve, and I intended to call him on it
as soon as we were alone. I glanced at the man sitting quietly on
the bar stool with his arms crossed. I wasn’t sure what his closed
expression meant.

“I’m sorry.” My apology seemed so
inadequate.

“So am I.”

Stone cleared his throat and motioned toward
the kitchen door, a clear message that I was to get lost. I
clenched my teeth and turned to leave. Once I pushed through the
door I leaned against it to calm myself down. Kissing some random
biker had been so stupid of me, and could have ended so badly,
could
still
end badly. I knew that you didn’t mess around
with hard-core bikers, and in their world I’d offered myself to
him. At least he’d understood and accepted my pathetic excuse for
kissing him. Had I kissed an older biker, one who was ingrained
with biker rules and culture, he would have demanded a lot more
from me.

Stone’s reaction confused me. His rough
handling and kiss had set fire to me, making me want him instantly.
I didn’t like it. I didn’t want to be attracted to a cold-hearted,
rough-around- the-edges biker who knew what he wanted, and took it.
He was a bastard.

One that turned me on with a mere look.

I shook my head and got to work, pulling out
some bread, lunch meat, and cheese. I made up two plates with
sandwiches. I found a bag of apples in the bottom drawer in the
fridge and added them to the plates. Somehow I couldn’t picture
Lynch drinking tea, so I just poured Kat a glass. As soon as I was
done I headed back out, surprised to see that Lynch was back at the
table sitting with Stone. Rita was nowhere to be seen, and neither
were the other girls. It was then that I realized that it was
closing time.

I paused by the table and looked down at
Lynch. “I made you a couple of sandwiches, do you want them out
here?” I avoided Stone’s eyes, but I could feel his heated gaze on
me.

“Sure, honey,” he said. “Kat wanted some time
to herself. She’s enjoying the bath you fixed for her.”

I smiled. “I’m glad. I’ll check on her when I
drop off her food.”

Lynch acknowledged me with a chin lift and I
started to walk away, but found my hand being grabbed by Stone. I
forced myself to meet his eyes and waited for him to speak.

“After you see Kat you’re done for the night.
I’ll be in our room in a few minutes, we need to talk.”

Yes, we do,
I thought, turning
away.

“You got yourself an old lady since the last
time we met up?” I heard Lynch ask Stone. Stone mumbled something
in response, but by then I was too far away to make out what it
was.

Knowing that Kat was soaking in the tub, I
knocked on the bathroom door. I heard her lazy murmur and turned
the knob, entering to see that she was buried up to her chest with
fragrant bubbles. She’d cleaned her face, revealing cuts and
bruises. One of her eyes was almost swollen shut. In time she would
heal.

“You already look better,” I acknowledged
with a smile. “I left you something to eat and drink in the other
room.”

“Thank you for everything that you’ve done,
Rachel.”

I wished it could have been more. “I also
wanted to let you know that Ginger will be in to take a look at you
when you’re ready. She’s a nurse and a friend of the club.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary, this hot
soak has taken care of a lot of issues.”

I laughed. “Well, that’s up to you, I’m just
the messenger.”

“Are you Stone’s old lady?” Her expression
said that she was shocked at her own words. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t
have—”

“No, it’s okay. I . . . it’s complicated. Is
there anything else I can get you?”

Kat shook her head. “No, thank you.”

I left Kat, going to Stone’s room. He wanted
to talk, but I was beyond tired. I would have liked a shower, but
was afraid that it would wake me up, so I kicked off my shoes,
stripped out of my jeans, wiggled out of my bra, and climbed in
between the covers.

STONE

I stared down at Rachel with so many
conflicting fucking emotions running through my blood that I didn’t
know which one to give in to. Nothing explained my fucking reaction
to seeing her kissing Yank, which paled in comparison to what I’d
felt seeing his hands on her. I’d wanted to fucking kill him, and
for a moment, when I was stomping toward them, it had actually
crossed my mind on how I was going to do it. I knew how to kill a
man with my bare hands.

I began to strip my clothes off for bed,
leaving everything but my cut on the floor. Rachel was sleeping
soundly, snoring softly, and looking too damned sexy in tiny bikini
panties and her t-shirt. She’d half rolled to her side, bringing
the blanket with her and tucking it between her legs. Her wild hair
was fucking everywhere, and my fingers itched to delve into the
silky strands, while pounding into her. I was glad she was
sleeping. She and I were going to have a talk, but I was just too
damned tired, and drunk, to do it now.

I didn’t want to talk now.

I wanted to fuck.

I sank down next to her, tugged the blanket
free, and pulled it over us both. The next thing I knew Rachel was
snuggling against me and moaning. She ended up with her leg between
mine, an arm flung over my chest, and her face against the side of
my neck. Light puffs of her breath against my skin, and the feel of
her naked thigh between mine, was doing nothing to diminish the
hard-on I’d been sporting since walking into the room.

Shit. I fucking wanted her, and had since
seeing her for the first time in her brother-in-law’s kitchen. Not
relieving myself with Rita or any of the other sweetbutts was
giving me a case of blue balls. I liked fucking, and my dick was
used to getting off whenever it wanted. Christ, I should have gone
down to Rita’s room then, but she was getting too clingy and was
starting to think that the reason I always chose her was because
she fucking meant something to me.

I didn’t want anyone but Rachel in that
moment, I wanted to sink my dick deep into her fucking tight, wet
heat and fill her with my seed. I always wore a condom, but for
some reason, with her I wanted to ride bareback, wanted to feel her
silky body milking me until I was spent and soft and slipping out
of her.

I wanted to watch my seed leaking out of
her.

Fuck, that would be hot.

So what the fuck was I waiting for? She was
collateral, I could use her in any way that I wanted. She began to
move again, lightly running the tip of her nose up and down my
neck. Then her soft lips took over, plump fucking satin teasing me
from behind my ear, and kissing its way down my neck and further.
When her teeth clamped down on me I fucking lost what little
control I had left. I didn’t fucking care if she was asleep and
didn’t know what she was doing. Releasing a growl of need, I
rolled, taking her shoulders and pushing her flat against the
bed.

“Rachel,” I hissed between my teeth. I
glanced down into her face, surprised to find that her eyes were
wide open. I stared at her, breathing heavily.

Our gazes locked for a long minute before she
whispered, “Fuck me, Stone.”

She didn’t have to say it twice. Those three
fucking words sobered me up like nothing else, and I slammed my
mouth down over hers. We both moaned at the contact, opening our
mouths to wet exploring tongues, clashing and biting teeth. A fire
erupted between us as we tried to consume one another, and we began
to move and touch each other in a wild frenzy.

My hand found its way under her shirt, up the
curve of her waist, and to her large tits. I didn’t hesitate to
take one into my hand, squeezing and shaping the warm flesh
roughly. I didn’t ignore the hardened nipple, rolling it before
tearing my lips from hers and placing my mouth on it. Rachel’s cry,
and the way she arched her body beneath me told me that she wanted
more. I rolled her t-shirt up and over her tits, putting my mouth
on the tempting globe of her other tit.

“This isn’t going to be slow,” I warned her,
looking into her eyes. “Time for slow later, but right now all I
want to do is fuck you hard and fast. I want to feel your cunt
around my dick.” My hand went to her panties, easily ripping the
silk from her body. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes!” she hissed, raking her nails down my
back. I drew in my breath, fucking loving the pain, knowing that I
was going to incorporate some of my own pain when the time
came.

She moaned deeply when I slid a finger inside
her. Fuck, she was slick with cream and more than ready for my
dick. As I slid past her labia I hooked my finger and explored
around for her G-spot. The second I touched it Rachel bowed
sharply. “Yes! That’s the spot! Oh, God—Stone—” she was
trembling.

“Like that, baby?” I wanted to do everything
to her, I wanted too much, but if I didn’t stick my dick inside her
right now I was going to waste my load on her thigh again. She
cried out when I pulled my finger from her body, but I ignored it.
I grabbed her leg and lifted it over my hip, and then guided my
dick to her sweet pussy lips. Rachel lifted her hips in a silent
invitation to take her. I slammed my hips forward, impaling her
with one, deep plunge.

“Aaaghh!” she groaned out with big eyes.

I slanted my mouth down on hers and held
myself still, giving her time to adjust to my size, and to hold
back my orgasm. I was so fucking close. Just as I’d thought, she
was tight and hot, snuggling around my dick. Her hands roamed my
body, burning a trail over my tattooed flesh. I began to move.

“Holy fuck, you’re tight, babe.” I pulled
out. “Your cunt is hugging my dick real nice.” I pushed back in.
“Let’s see if my dick can find your sweet spot.” I grasped her hips
and tilted them upwards so that every time I thrust forward the
head of my dick hit the right place.

“Stone!” Her nails curled into my ass,
forcing me tighter against her. “God, yes!”

I could tell by Rachel’s tone, and the way
that her breathing increased, that she was chasing her orgasm, and
I knew that mine wouldn’t be far behind. I slammed my dick into her
over and over again, each time gliding over her G-spot, closing my
eyes at the exquisite pleasure of sinking into her spongy
wetness.

“Stooooone!” she wailed when she climaxed,
opening her eyes big and staring up at me.

“Oh, fuck,” I snarled, feeling her cream
coating my dick. My balls drew up tight against my body and I knew
the pressure was going to release. “Are you on the pill?”

“What?” She was still convulsing beneath me,
her face flushed and eyes glazed.

“Are you on the pill?” I repeated, feeling my
orgasm erupt from my balls and knowing that I only had a couple of
seconds to pull out if I was going to.

“Yes.” I barely heard her response, and then
I was flooding her cunt with my seed, groaning low at each pulse
that went through my dick. Fuck. I shuddered, panting against her
neck and collapsing on top of her.

It was a fucking long time before I was able
to move.

****

RACHEL

What did I just do?
One minute I was
dreaming, inviting Stone to fuck me, and the next minute I was
having the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. Holy fuck, the man
knows how to make a woman feel like a woman. My whole body felt
like an active live wire, as currents of pleasure continued to
pulse through me long after our orgasms had ceased. I lay there,
listening to our labored breathing as it slowly returned to normal,
whimpering at the feel of Stone’s cock slipping out of me. The
trail of wetness confirmed that we hadn’t used protection.

Fuck!

I was on the pill, but I’d never let a man
fuck me without a condom. For the first time I’d been more
concerned about getting off than protecting myself. God, I hoped my
carelessness didn’t come back to bite me. I knew what went on in
biker clubs, at least the ones I’d had experience with. Everyone
fucked everyone, and as the president of the club, a handsome bad
ass like Stone probably had a different slut every day.

“Do I have anything to worry about?” I
thought it best to ask.

Stone pulled back until our eyes met. “I
wouldn’t have fucked you bareback if I wasn’t clean,” he grumbled.
“And for the record, you’re the first woman I’ve fucked without a
condom in a long time.” His gaze shifted down to my exposed boobs.
When I reached up to pull my t-shirt down he grabbed my wrists and
brought them over my head.

The movement caused my breasts to jiggle like
two mountains made of jello. I watched Stone’s eyelids close
halfway with arousal before he leaned forward and tongued my
nipples. I opened my mouth to protest, but the second his teeth
closed slightly over them a wave of fresh hunger rushed through me.
I caught my breath, thrusting upwards.

“You have nice tits.” He nibbled and tongued
them until I was squirming beneath him. He had a knack for causing
just the right amount of pain and pleasure at the same time. “I
want to stick my dick between them and fuck them until you’re
swallowing my cum.”

Sweet Jesus, the visual his words created
were turning me hot, and I wondered why he wasn’t doing it. I began
to strain against his hold on my wrists, but all he did was laugh
softly before kissing me. His lips ignited a wildfire inside me
that fanned out rapidly, engulfing my senses. I could barely remain
still, and when Stone released my wrists my nails raked down his
smooth backside to his taut ass.