Destroying Beauty (Hell Hounds Motorcycle Club): Vegas Titans Series (14 page)

His head jerks up as a floorboard creaks underneath me. I
smile, and slowly walk into the middle of the room. I look at him expectantly.

"…You're not saying anything," I murmur worriedly
after a long silence, feeling foolish. He shakes his head slightly.

"There are no words," he says, standing up as he
exhales a low breath. "Just…just stay there for a minute." He lets
his eyes travel down and then back up my body. "Now turn around." I
obey, spinning in a slow circle in front of him. He walks toward me, and my
stomach flips over at the depth of the desire in his eyes. His hands slide
around my corseted waist, then down over my ass as he fingers the straps of my
garter.

When he leans down and kisses me, it's like every cell in my
body suddenly jumps to attention. His tongue slides in my mouth and I melt
under his touch. I wrap my arms around his neck, a slightly easier feat for me
in heels, and allow myself to go a little slack in his embrace. His hands
travel all over my body, running down the boning of the corset and across the
tops of my stockings. He grabs my ass and presses himself into me, and I feel
his erection jutting against my stomach. He pulls his mouth away and I try to
catch my breath, gulping in air through my mouth.

"I think we gotta do something special tonight,"
he murmurs. My whole body tingles.

"What did you have in mind?" I whisper, gazing up
into his eyes.

"Hmm." He releases me and walks over to my bedside
table. What's he doing? He reaches for the top drawer.

"No, no wait!" I cry, hurrying over. He grins at
me and then looks back down at the contents. "Oh my god, this is so
embarrassing."

"Women always keep the most fun things in this
drawer," he observes smugly, sorting through it. He holds up my Rabbit.

"Oh? So you've done…whatever this is before?"

He looks up at me seriously. "I've done most everything
before. But it's different with you, I promise you that."

"I don't want you to feel bored with me. I know you
have a lot more experience." I chew the inside of my cheek anxiously.

"I am never bored with you. No matter what we're doing.
But we don't have to do this kind of stuff…I don't want you to do it if you're
just doing it to make me happy."

"No, no, I like it. I love it, actually," I reply,
glancing down at my interlaced hands. "I just want to make sure that
I'm…that it's enough for you."

"You're enough for me," he says seriously. I
glance up to see the concern in his eyes. Shoot, I didn't mean to suck all the
fun out of this moment.

"What are you going to do with that?" I ask,
nodding at my favorite pink vibrator.

"I think we should save this one for another
time," he says, replacing it in the drawer. He picks up a slim silver one—a
joke gift from my bachelorette party years ago.

"I'm not sure that even works anymore."

He moves his thumb over the switch at the base and,
miraculously, it buzzes to life. He grins wolfishly at me.

"What are you going to do with that?" I ask,
eyeing him nervously.

"Trust me?"

"Yes," I respond immediately.

"Take off your underwear. Nothing else." I begin
to tremble with anticipation as he watches me unhook the stockings from the
garter and slip off my panties. I pause, then decide to hook them back on. He
licks his lips. "Perfect. Now sit down on the bed." I obey, walking
over and taking a seat on the nearest side of the bed. He unbuckles his belt
and slides his pants to the ground, leaving his boxers on, then walks over to
me and stands between my legs. He dangles his hands on my knees and runs them
up my thighs, then up the corset and over my breasts, finally tilting my chin
up toward him. "Lie back," he commands.

I let myself sink back against the comforter as he watches
me. He holds the vibrator in his right hand and bends over me, pressing my legs
farther apart with his own. He leans down and gently kisses me, then moves down
onto my neck, flicking his tongue across the sensitive spot just over my
clavicle. I begin to squirm as he moves down onto my breasts, pillowing over
the corset. He runs one finger over the right cup and pulls it down, exposing
my nipple. He takes it into his mouth and sucks on it, then bites down softly
and circles his tongue. The air feels cold against my damp skin as he moves
over to my other breast, pulling it out of my corset and giving it the same
treatment. He grips my waist and blows against my waist so that I can feel his
hot breath moving down, down, until he hits bare skin above my crotch.

He lets his tongue flick gently on my skin, just touching me.
He moves tantalizingly slowly, barely making contact, just enough to tease me,
as he nears my wetness. He licks softly across my clit and I cry out, my hands
fisting next to me on the comforter. He kisses down my slit and sticks his
tongue inside me, then moves back up to my clit, circling it slowly and firmly.
I moan as I feel pleasure building inside me. Suddenly, there's a buzzing
noise, and my eyes fly open.

"Relax," he murmurs, picking his head up.
"You can tell me to stop at any time."

I nod, and take a deep breath, concentrating on the feeling
of his tongue working me over. I gasp as I feel the cold vibrator just pressing
against my slit. Oh my. His tongue is still going, but now the tip of the
vibrator is also slipping inside me. I groan, and he moves it back out and then
up to my clit. I jump. For some reason the vibrator in his hands feels much
more intense than when I've used one on myself. He lets it slide around my
clit, then back toward my slick opening. He pushes it in further now, until I
can feel his fingers holding it at the base. He circles his wrist and the
vibrator buzzes against my g-spot. I feel his mouth back on my clit, and now he
flicks his tongue across me aggressively. My hips buck as he thrusts the
vibrator back and forth inside me.

I feel him grip one of my thighs with his hand and pull me a
couple inches further toward him. He takes the vibrator out of me completely
and I feel him pull his head back. I bite my lip, expecting to feel his dick
pushing inside me, but the buzzing sound continues. My mouth falls open as I
feel the vibrator press open my butt cheeks and poke into my ass. I know his
fingers have felt good there, but this vibrator is bigger. He brings his tongue
back to my clit and I relax again. The vibrator is already slick from being
inside me and I feel it slide further inside. An intense pressure builds up
until I think I can't take it anymore, and then he stops. I moan as pleasure
builds up, but I still want to feel him inside me.

As if he's reading my mind, he pulls himself up and bends
over me, whispering in my ear, "This is going to be intense, but it's
gonna feel so good." A second later, I feel his dick pushing at my
opening. "Wrap your legs around my back," he instructs me. I obey,
and feel him thrust further inside me. My eyes roll in my head at the
overwhelming sensation of fullness: the vibrator buzzing inside my ass and his
huge cock filling me up. I bury my nose in his neck as he slowly drives all the
way in.

"Oh, god, Holt…" I breathe, feeling completely
vulnerable, completely in his power. He covers my mouth with his and I can
taste myself on his tongue as his cock pulls out and then thrusts slowly back
in. I groan as he thrusts again, the pleasure so acute that it's bordering on
pain. He keeps the vibrator steady inside me as he begins to pick up the pace.
Tears spring to my eyes as the pleasure and the loss of control overwhelms me.
I hear a voice crying out and realize that it's my own. My whole body hums as
waves of bliss course through me. I'm vaguely aware of Holt groaning on top of
me as he comes, but I feel like I'm watching him from far away.

I don't know if I fall asleep, but then I realize Holt is
turning me on my side and gently pulling my corset off me.

"Thank you," I murmur drowsily. I feel him adjust
the comforter over me and then he slips in next to me, draping his arm over my
side.

The next time I open my eyes, the sun is streaming through
my windows. I blink in confusion. Wow, I must have really passed out. I feel
Holt next to me, and turn slowly to see him fast asleep, still in his shirt.
He's so funny about that. A strange thought strikes me: have I ever actually
seen his back? It's not one of those things you normally think about, but he
just has this funny habit of keeping his shirt on. I know his chest is
gorgeous…maybe he just has a birthmark or mole he's embarrassed about. I'll ask
him later. Not now. He looks so cute when he's sleeping.

I roll out from under his arm and swing my feet onto the
floor. He snorts a little but doesn't wake up. I glance at the clock. It's
still early, but I have to work a lunch shift today and get there in time to
prep.

And I get to quit today! Carl's gonna be so pissed, I
realize gleefully.

Chapter Sixteen

Holt

I smile as the breeze hits my face. Jo didn't wake me before
she left for work this morning, so I got more sleep than usual, and it feels
good on me. I think her shift is ending soon, and I'm going to meet her there.
I want to tell her as soon as possible about being in an MC. I have to get it
off my chest.

I feel a deep conviction that I can make things work out
with her, despite the way our relationship started. She's the first woman I've
ever thought about giving my cut to, and I'm not going to let her slip away.
I'll just have to ease her into the idea of being an old lady and be careful
about the way I tell her about life with the Hell Hounds.

I was going to tell her last night, but then she had that
getup on….fuck, she looked sexy.  I shift a little on my seat thinking about
it. Life will never be dull with her. And she's definitely the only woman I'd
consider letting on my landscaping crew. It's not just that she's a good
worker, I noticed that the guys actually stepped up their work when she was
around. It's the same effect she has on me: I want to be a better version of
myself when I'm with her.

I turn into the Billy's parking lot and check the time on my
cell phone as I pull up near the entrance. Shit. I'm a little later than I
wanted to be. I kill my engine and look around—there's her car. Maybe her shift
is running long, or she's stopping by now to give her notice. I jerk my head as
I hear yelling at the back of the building. That voice sounded familiar…

I hop off my bike and hurry around to the delivery entrance.
I almost trip over my own feet in shock at what I see there: Fish holding up a
stranger by the neck against the wall, and Jo standing with her hands over her
mouth in shock.

"Fish!" I yell, picking up speed. "What the
fuck are you doing?"

Jo steps in front of me as I rush toward them. "No, no,
it's OK. That guy was helping me."

"Fish was?" I ask, frowning between them. What the
fuck's going on?

"Happened to be driving by, and I saw this fucker
harassing her," Fish says, still pinning the stranger to the brick wall.
"Grabbing at her and shit."

"That true?" I ask, glaring at the man. First
thing's first.

"It's Carl, my manager," Jo murmurs to me, as I
wrap my arm protectively around her shoulders.

"Oh, yeah, I heard about you," I grunt through
gritted teeth.

"I just was trying to talk to her!" Carl cries
out. Fish slams his fist into his stomach.

"Try again," Fish hisses.

"OK, alright, I was, you know, just trying to kiss her and
stuff. She's been leading me on! How was I supposed to know she didn't want
it?" he wheezes.

"What!? That's—" Jo begins.

"You don't have to explain. I don't believe a fucking word
he says," I interrupt, eyeing Carl's greasy red face. I turn to her.
"Why don't you go wait by your car? Give us a minute." She glances
between me and Fish. "I'll explain everything." She nods uncertainly,
but walks away into the parking lot, glancing once over her shoulder.

As soon as she's a safe distance away, I walk over to Carl
and grab his wrist, twisting it back in the wrong direction as Fish backs off a
bit. He yelps in pain.

"Don't ever come near her again. Today was her last day
here, but you're gonna send her a check for her final two weeks. Got it?"

"But—" he protests.

"I don't think you're getting it," I mutter,
shaking my head. I glance around to make sure no one's around, then bring the
heel of my hand quickly up to his face, breaking his nose. "You'll send
her the check in the mail tomorrow, right?"

He nods, and I release his hand. He sinks to his knees and
brings his hands to his face, which are quickly covered in blood.

"My nose, you broke my fucking nose," he wails.

I ignore him and turn to Fish. Time to handle this much more
complicated problem.

"Fish," I say with a nod. He nods and grins back
at me. "Can't help but think it wasn't a coincidence that you're
here." I keep my posture casual as we begin walking back to the parking
lot. I can see Jo watching us, and I don't want to let her know that there's
anything wrong.