Tempting Trouble (Highway Reapers Motorcycle Club Book 1) (3 page)

“Life is short. That is true.” He agreed.

“I have always been able to tell a lot about a person by how they feel to me, and you just make me feel good. When we clicked in the bar, I wanted to see if we’d click in other ways.” She continued to walk at a leisurely pace, and he felt more comfortable with her knowing she had some dirt in her past like he had. Not that he was happy that a sweet thing like her had been locked up, but he didn’t want anyone who was trying to walk on the wild side for a night only to scream in the morning that this wasn’t what she wanted.

He must have been quiet too long because she stopped next to him and tried to unhook her arm from his, but he held her hand on his arm and turned to her.

“Are you being quiet because I told you I was in prison? I should have told you before we left the bar, but I was hoping it didn’t matter.” She looked around, and this was the first time this evening he’d seen her look a bit self-conscious.

“No Ella. I don’t have a problem with that. My luck hasn’t been all that good lately, so when a sexy woman with springy hair hops up next to me on a bench, orders a drink, and basically tells me she wants sex, I wonder if I’m dreaming or if I’m being set up.”

“Set up for what?” The question written on her face looked sincere, but he was a con man and he knew how easy it was for people to be played. His desire to slide his cock into the mouth she had painted with a deep purple gloss could make him an easy mark.

“That’s the question. I don’t feel like that’s what you’re about which is why we are a few steps away from my apartment, but I’ve been on this earth long enough that I like to ask a few questions.”

He walked her up to his apartment and opened the door. When he closed the door behind him, she practically attacked him. It’s a good thing she was light because she flew at him like a lioness in the wild, and all he could do was catch her.

He’d brought home a wild one, and he was going to enjoy himself.

CHAPTER THREE

Ella couldn’t believe what she was doing, and she could only blame this man Sonny for her awakening. Since she’d been let out of prison, she’d felt like she was numb, but sitting next to this man and chatting with him for a few minutes made her feel like he was in the same boat as she: looking for his luck to change, but in good spirits while he waited. It didn’t hurt that he looked like one of the sexiest men she’d seen in a while. He was tall and muscular just like she liked her men, but he had a presence of calmness that she didn’t usually see in other men. Flirty but cautious, and that caution made her want him even more.

When he walked her up to his place and closed the door, she’d wanted to wait for him to start in with her, but she couldn’t. Three years without sex had been a long time to go just using her hand. She’d been wet and ready for him since he told her they could wait for something to pop up while he waited to see if his luck would change.

He turned around and caught her as she threw herself at him, and she was grateful because he didn’t hinder her from grinding her panty covered pussy on whatever firm body part was closest and finding his lips with hers.

“Whoa, hold on a minute.” Sonny held her ass as she tried not to hump him like a dog in heat, but for some reason her filter was off. It was like all the emotions and desires she’d held back for so long had disappeared in an instant, and she couldn’t wait another minute to touch and be touched.

“What?” she panted “I thought you were going to show me the entertainments of your bed?” She knew her voice sounded like she’d run a race and now she hoped she wouldn’t scare him off.

“We will get there shortly.” He eased her off his neck, and she could see the outline of his thick cock through his jeans. She was so happy to see that because at least she knew that he was affected. Maybe not as much as she was, but he wasn’t immune to what she’d been doing.

She released him and tried to wait, but she’d never been very good at that. It was probably one of her problems, but she couldn’t remember a time when people moved at her speed. Her mother called her Turbo because she rarely listened to instructions or waited to be told the right way to do things before she plowed off to do them herself. Sometimes it worked well, and sometimes she failed miserably. She wanted this to be the time it worked well.

She watched him take off his jacket and place it in a hall closet then he gestured for her to follow him. In the time it took to walk back to the room he was leading her to, she’d checked out his place and thought it didn’t look too bad for a bachelor. It was clean and had a good amount of furniture. Although it didn’t match, it appeared homey and comfortable. He had a decent place to call home that was unlike the hovel she lived in.

He opened the door to his room and escorted her in, but he was watching her like a hawk, and she guessed she deserved it the way she jumped on him at the door.

“I guess you aren’t used to women jumping on you?” Wanting to break the tension, humor was the only thing she could think of, so she used it as best as she could.

“It wasn’t that I didn’t like it. You being eager is a huge turn on. I just wasn’t prepared for it.” He walked toward her lifting his shirt off, and she wondered if she was going to come just watching him undress. The body he exposed to her was a work of art. It didn’t look like he worked out, but it looked like he worked hard doing something. He was a little hairy, and she wouldn’t have thought she’d like it as much as she did. He didn’t seem to like her aggressive manner before, so she was going to turn it down for now, but that was really her. She liked to play rough and fuck hard. It was fun and exciting trying to take control from a man but especially from someone who didn’t like to relinquish it. The fun was in the challenge, but she’d rarely met anyone who liked to play that way. They either wanted someone to be submissive, which totally wasn’t her style, or they let her take total control which took all the fun out of it. She couldn’t say she’d even voiced those thoughts aloud, and until recently it wasn’t even something to consider, but she wondered if her luck had changed in other ways this night.

“I’m trying to figure you out.” His deep voice turning deeper as more clothes came off. She assumed he was getting more aroused, but he was taking off his clothes so damned slow, she wondered if he was punishing her for what happened at the door.

“What’s to figure out? I’m a woman, and I’m very attracted to you.” She couldn’t keep her eyes off of him as he worked his buttons out of his fly.

“I can see that, but you are all over the map. Throughout my life I’ve studied people. Mostly because they fascinate me, but one thing I’ve learned is that people are mostly constant if they are true to themselves. You seem like a woman who is pretty true, but you’re hard to classify, because you don’t seem to fit into any one box. I’ve seen you aggressively ask to see the inside of my bedroom and then go for what you want at the front door, but now you’re standing in the middle of the room just watching my progress almost like you’re shy even though I’m going slow as hell.”

She had to smile at that because at least she knew then that he had a sense of humor. He knew what he was doing going that slow, because he was testing her… she guessed?

“I’m not hard to figure out. I want what I want, but you seemed a bit off put before, so I’m backing off.”

He laughed, and she was glad to hear it. He’d chuckled a bit when they were at the bar, but for some reason it seemed like it was, if not forced then, unfamiliar to him. She loved to laugh, and when she didn’t have anything else to laugh at. she laughed at herself. It was good medicine as far as she was concerned, and she wouldn’t be able to be with someone to whom laughter was foreign.

“I’m sorry,” he said through his guffawing, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard a woman think she had to back off. I wasn’t offended just surprised. A woman who looks like you could have found someone to ease her ache, but don’t feel like you have to simmer down on my account. Be warned that I like to be in control in the bedroom, but feel free to challenge that if you’d like.”

The sparkle in his eye had to match the one in hers. She’d never been challenged to try to take control, and it is what she had always wanted.

“I hope you won’t be sorry you said that.” She felt like her skin was too tight and her smile was too big, but he still looked amused, and she was ready to play.

“You’re the one standing in the middle of the room with all of your clothes on. I’m more than halfway naked, babe. Catch up.”

She didn’t think this day could get any better. A pocket full of money, a promise to get more with the location of one jerky criminal, and she was about to have her sexual desires met by a sexy man who seemed like he enjoyed playing in bed as much as she did. Whatever she’d done to get all of this, she was going to keep doing it.

Stripping off her skirt and taking off her shirt left her in her bra, panties, and boots. He was done except for his boxer briefs and his cock was tenting out the fabric so much she wondered why he kept them on. When she looked up at his face to see what he was doing while she undressed, she noticed he was staring at her.

“What?” she asked him when he just stood there looking at him.

“You look amazing. Who knew a bra, panties, and boots looked that good together. Don’t take off anything else. I want to do the rest.” He walked toward her and she unsnapped her bra.

He quirked up one eyebrow, as if figuring out what game she was up to now. She didn’t even hesitate when he took her hands into his and tugged them behind her.

“So… you don’t like to listen or follow directions, huh?” He said against her neck, and goose bumps rose all over her body.

“Not really. I like to do what I want when I want.” Damn it… she hadn’t wanted to sound all breathy; she was trying to sound like a warrior, but he turned her on so fast and hard she could barely control herself.

“I can see where that would be appealing. I like that too, but I know for a fact I told you I wanted to take the rest of your clothes off, and here you are getting ready to spring those perky tits out before I’m ready. I wanted to release them for myself, and you were getting ready to take that pleasure away from me.” He was practically growling in her ear, and she loved it. If he didn’t play around a lot with others, he was doing a great job of it now. Releasing her hands, she watched him as he kept his eyes on her while he lowered the straps of her bra. Ella had never been very busty, but she had enough for her small frame, and her nipples were sensitive.

He pushed her just a bit so that she landed on the bed and then joined her by sitting next to her, and she took the opportunity to jump on him again like she had at the door. This time it was a bit more exciting because her nipples were rubbing against the hair on his chest, and her panties and his briefs were the only barrier between them.

“So is this your thing?” he asked in a sexy murmur, but she didn’t really want to waste time talking; she had his fresh, hot cock right where she’d wanted it, and she was so close he probably would only have to dip in a few times for her body to have an orgasm party. She licked at his lips a few times before he growled and flipped her on the bed.

She could feel him throbbing against her clit, and she wanted to laugh at how easy it was for her to get this close to climax. It hadn’t been like this since she was in middle school rubbing on the boy next door. He rubbed a few times against her, she ground herself up against him panting and writhing as he played with her like a cat would a mouse. The build up was quickly released in a flurry of movements on her part and not much effort on his. When she’d finally come down from her long awaited orgasm, she felt cheated. He still had on his briefs. She’d done all that almost by herself, and he hadn’t even shared the experience with her.

She pushed against his chest, trying to get up, and he stopped her. He studied her face, and she just wanted to run away.

“Why are you upset?” he whispered, but she wasn’t going to feed into him looking like he was hurt. If he didn’t want to do this, he could have just said so.

“No reason. I’ll get my stuff and go now.” Was she acting unreasonably? Yes, and she knew why, but didn’t want to explain it. She felt foolish and just wanted to get on with her life. Find her criminal and make a new life. She wasn’t new to one night stands, but usually the male instigated it, and then she knew he was into her.

“There is no need for that. I could see that you have been close to blowing your stack since we got in the door. I figured we could get your first time out of the way before we really got started, but I feel like I offended you somehow. That wasn’t my intent.”

He looked sincere, and his thick cock hadn’t waned so maybe he was telling the truth. She hoped so; she’d been having so much fun until the moment she realized that she came alone. She nodded at him and hoped that was all he would require because she didn’t want to talk this to death.

She slipped down his body to inspect the package he’d had behind those white cotton boxer briefs, and he didn’t look as if he was going to stop her.

“Have at it, babe,” Sonny said as he grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and tucked it under his head. So he was going to watch her like she was a matinee film, huh? Then she’d have to put on quite a show.

“Lift up for me,” she purred and liked that he enjoyed her voice because she could see the muscles in his abdomen jump. He hiked up while she pulled the offending covering off of him and liked to see his cock spring up pointing at Sonny’s chin. He was good, hard, and ready to be played with. Her body was on over drive, and she knew this man and her celibate state together was an awesome mix. She’d just had a powerful explosive orgasm, and she wanted, no, craved another. It had been so long she felt like she had something to make up for. Ella hoped this man had been rested because she was going to use him good.

He smelled clean when she rubbed her face into his pubes. It was always an enjoyable experience to breathe in the musk of her partner. For some reason, it made her feel more connected. She began to lap at the base of his cock and monitored what he thought of it by the look on his face and the pattern of his breathing. She’d missed sucking cock while she was in the big house. There was probably a way she could have gotten it, but it wouldn’t have been like this; it would have been dirty and ugly.

She licked a pattern up the underside of his cock and back down a few times just to watch his mouth open when she got near the top. Teaching him what she liked was probably for nothing, but he seemed to be an open minded guy, so he may appreciate what she wanted him to know but didn’t want to tell him.