Biker Justice: A Skull Kings MC Novella (3 page)

“Mmf,”
I intoned, biting down on my lip.

Logan clamped his lips to my neck, alternating between suckling and flicking his tongue. My breaths grew shorter and shorter, and my chest rose and fell with it. Logan pulled himself away from my neck and pressed his face into the front of my shirt, burying it right between my breasts. The cotton of my tee shirt absorbed his breath, making it hot, and all I wanted to do just then was take it off.

“Logan...”

He pulled away once more and came back to kiss me. Our lips met, locked together in a way that was almost familiar. I released the breath I’d been holding this whole time and opened my mouth immediately. Logan finally let go of my hands, and they sprang up to his shoulders right away.

Logan reached around to grab my ass. In one swift movement, he hefted me onto his lap in a straddle position. I felt his hands slipping up the back of my shirt.

This is probably a bad idea,
I thought to myself as I raised my arms. My hair flew into my face when Logan yanked off my shirt.
A very bad idea...

But it felt so good! Logan stared unblinkingly at my breasts as if they were perfect, creamy domes cupped in the finest lace lingerie. In reality, I had stretch marks and tan lines, and I was wearing the first bra I’d been able to pick up, a plain white one. Thankfully, it was at least a push-up, and sometimes it slipped out of place, revealing the edge of my nipple, like it was doing right now. And Logan certainly seemed to enjoy the view.

He reached up and ran his thumb over the edge of my nipple, followed by his tongue. I ran my fingers through his hair as he nuzzled my breasts, trailing his tongue across and into my cleavage, edging the tip into my bra teasingly. I gripped his hair and rotated my hips in his lap, rubbing myself against the bulge in his pants.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

I felt a thrill of excitement hearing him curse, knowing that I was doing that to him. His hands roamed over my back and lingered infuriatingly over the clasp of my bra. He gripped my ass through my flannel pajama shorts and maneuvered me over his growing erection, pushing me into the speed and rhythm he liked best.

“You know how long I’ve been waiting to do this, Carmen?” he whispered. He tilted his head back to look up at me. “Ever since the first time I went to Buddy’s with the Kings. I saw you in that tight uniform, looking all hot and sweaty...” He paused to groan. “I thought you looked like a girl that needed a good fucking.”

I
was
exactly that girl, but back then it had been Noah I’d been looking at, not Logan. Logan had been a gawky, awkward prospect back then. Well, even though he was a full-fledged member now, he was still awkward and gawky. And
annoying,
I’d realize the more I got to know him. With his clothes off, though, he was built like a tree. Who knew that hiding under the leather was all that lean muscle? Not me. When Logan had pulled his shirt up to his chest that night, it had been a pleasant surprise, and it was happening all over again.

I could already feel myself getting wet and knew if he whipped it out right now, it would slide right in.

That was when I stopped moving. “Shit.”

“What is it?”

“I’m not on the pill and I don’t think I have any condoms.”

“Oh, that’s it?” Logan said. He started drifting forward for another kiss. “I could just pull out, baby.”

“No.” I pushed him away. “I’ve tried that before, and guess what? It didn’t work.”

Logan dropped his head and exhaled. He was frustrated. I could understand that much. I was, too.

“Look. You’re not the one who has to carry a little growing human for nine months if something happens,” I said.

Logan’s hands fell away from my body. He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. I almost thought he was going to push me off of his lap.

“You’re right,” he said after a minute-long pause.

I raised my eyebrows. “Really?”

Logan’s hands came back to rest on my hips. His touch wasn’t groping this time, but supportive. “I get a little impulsive sometimes. Sorry, but seeing you like this...” He made a strangled noise in his throat. “Damn. I mean, I couldn’t help myself. Lucky for me, I picked a girl who has a head on her shoulders.”

I felt myself blushing. His erection was easing back down, and suddenly I became aware of the sheer awkwardness of the moment. Here I was, sitting in his lap with just a bra,
for no reason.

“This doesn’t mean we can’t...you know. Some other time,” I said quickly.

“Definitely.” Logan kissed the top of my right breast. “Maybe the wait will be good.” He kissed my other breast and grazed his teeth along my skin, making me jump. “I’ll enjoy thinking about you in the meantime.”

* * *

I
exited my steamy bathroom wearing my ratty, terrycloth robe. I could hear Xander watching T.V. in the living room. Normally, I would’ve told him to scoot to bed. But I was in a light, bubbly mood for a change.

Another ten minutes wouldn’t hurt,
I said to myself as I slipped into my bedroom.

I went through my drawers and found my silk camisole. It had been a birthday present from someone who’d thoughtfully picked out the dusty pink color to set off my dark hair. I’d worn it only once under a jean jacket to a bar. I pinched my tongue between my teeth as I slid it from hand to hand, the material like cool water.

“Well...why not?”

I slipped it on over my head. It was like getting a hug from an old friend. A very sexy friend. The straps settled into the dips of my shoulders. I pulled on the matching panties and walked to my mirrored closet doors.

I placed my hands on my hips and twisted back and forth, admiring the view. My hair was still damp and tangled, and the tops of my thighs were paler than the rest of my body, but otherwise...

Not bad,
I thought to myself.

I noticed the outline of my nipples through the sheer silk. Suddenly, my mind flashed back to earlier this afternoon. I imagined what Logan would’ve done this time, seeing me like this.

As if in answer, I got a text message on my phone. My chest inflated with the hope of who it could’ve been. I never got messages this late.

I picked up my phone from the top of the dresser. Logan’s name popped up on the screen.

What are you up to,
read his text.

My heart began pounding. Thankfully, Logan was at least three miles away, otherwise I was sure he could’ve heard it. My thumbs hovered over my keypad.

Nothing,
I began typing, but I stopped at the “n.”
Nothing?
“Nothing” was so generic, and technically, I wasn’t a generic kind of girl.

I glanced back at my reflection and pulled my hair behind my ears, considering. Firm resolve hardened deep inside of me. I tried striking a pose with one toe pointed out and one hand on my jutted hip. It felt ridiculous, but it looked amazing. With a deep breath, I pointed my camera phone at the mirror, took a picture, and sent it back to Logan.

His response was immediate:
Holy shit.
He sent another one before I had a chance to think of what to say next.
Are you alone?

Yeah. And so lonely ;)
I texted back. I slipped under the covers of my bed, entering one leg at a time. I stared at the ceiling as I waited for Logan’s response. It had been years since I’d flirted with someone like this, but I was feeling strangely calm.

A minute later, my phone pinged.
Wish I was there.

I replied with a typical first line.
What would you do to me?
I counted six agonizing heartbeats before I got my answer.

I would hold you from behind and grind my hips against your sweet, tight ass until I got hard. Kissing your neck. Touching your nipples with my fingertips. Now what would YOU do to me??

“Oh, boy,” I whispered. My hand floated down my belly to rest on top of my panties. I radiated heat down there, awakening. Licking my lips, I put my thoughts into words.

I turn around and take off your shirt to explore your muscular chest with my hands. I kneel down before you, licking your stomach as I go. What should I do next?

His answer surprised me.
Put your fingers on your clit. Make yourself wet while I watch.

I did as he asked, slipping my fingers past the lining of my panties. My clit was already swollen and throbbing when I put my finger against it. I released a sigh as I eased down into my pillows, my mind racing with thoughts of Logan. I had to start typing one-handed.

Touching myself. I’m so wet already.

I closed my eyes, imagining Logan in a similar position on his bed, shirt off, tattoos straining, cock in hand. I bit my lip.
Mmm.
I still hadn’t seen it in person, but I liked what I’d felt when I straddled him in my kitchen. He had girth
and
length. I took an extra minute to stroke myself after hearing my phone ping with a new message.

I slip the straps of your top off your shoulders and slowly undress you. I lay you down on the bed and suck on your perfect nipples. I rub my hard cock on your soft skin, across your clit.

I’m ready,
I typed back.
Put it inside.
I slid two fingers into my pussy as I waited for his reply.

I put my cock inside you. You feel so tight, hot, and wet. I moan and whisper your name.

I closed my eyes. “Logan,” I said in a low voice. I began working my fingers up and down, in and out. My hips rose and fell against my hand as I imagined Logan on top of me, his tattooed forearms on either side of my head, whispering my name. And I imagined him doing the same, writhing alone on top of his bed as he jerked his fist over his long, thick python of a cock, my breathless voice in his head.

I struggled to type out my next message.
We roll over so I’m on top. I ride your huge dick.

I grab your ass to hold you and fuck you hard and fast. Do you like that, baby?

I want it harder.

I pull your hair back and bite your neck. I suck on your nipples as I fuck harder up inside you.

“Fuck me, Logan,” I whispered. My eyes screwed shut as I flicked my fingers faster. I dropped my phone so my other hand could migrate down to my clit. I rubbed and fingered myself hard, all the while picturing Logan’s hands and mouth on my body.

The phone pinged again. I picked it back up hastily with my wet fingers.
I want you to cum.

I’m close.

I grab your thighs and pull them up. I slam my dick into your tightness, making you scream.

I spread my legs wider, feeling myself tighten around my fingers. I slipped my camisole off my shoulders, exposing my breasts. My nipples peaked immediately as they were touched by the cold air.

Finally, I could feel myself getting close. I bit down on my lip. My skin grew hot and sensitive all over my body. My pussy dripped around my hand. I could feel it staining the sheets beneath me.

“Oh, fuck,” I hissed.

My knees locked, shooting my legs straight, as I came. My pussy pulsed with each wave, pushing my fingers out. I grabbed my breasts and squeezed them together as I rode out my climax. Breathless and sweaty, I rolled over to the dry side of my bed. I rested my hands above my head and stared at the ceiling as I panted.

Damn,
I thought to myself. I wondered if Logan had been able to come, too, but fell asleep before I got a chance to ask.

––––––––

A
spen stood on the front walk by her apartment building, ready to go in a cotton tank and jeans. I pulled up next to her and unlocked the door.

“Thanks for picking me up. Hiya Xander,” she said, throwing a smile to my son in the backseat. She buckled herself in. “What smells so good?”

Xander held up the container in his lap. “Mom’s enchiladas.”

This was it. I’d picked up Aspen, so our next stop was the barbeque at the Skull Kings clubhouse. They’d always been my best customers at Buddy’s, and we’d always enjoyed a casual friendship of sorts. I’d even been to a few of their parties, before. But
this
was foreign territory. I hadn’t been invited as an afterthought this time. I was going because somebody specifically wanted me to be there: Logan.

“You okay?”

“Huh?” I said.

“Your hands are shaking.”

I gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Low blood sugar.”

“Uh-huh,” Aspen said, not sounding convinced. “I heard about...you-know-what with you-know-who from Liam.”

I nearly jerked the wheel. I cast a worried glance at Xander in the rearview. He merely stared bored out the window. “Jesus F. Christ.” I was more annoyed than frantic. “In what level of detail?”

Aspen chuckled lightly. “Nothing bad. But you know how the boys are.”

I did know.
The brothers don’t keep secrets from each other.
They were his exact words. I sighed, exasperated. “You must think I’m a righteous idiot.”

“No way! I think it’s nice that you’re...uh...” Aspen eyed me carefully and jerked her head toward Xander.

“Making new friends?” I offered.

“Right.”

“But a lot of my new friends get bored. It seems like it’s better to keep the good friends I already have,” I said.

I could practically hear the cogs turning in Aspen’s head as she tried to decipher my G-rated translation. But it didn’t take a genius to look at a girl in my situation and realize that I was so unlucky in the romance department, it was laughable. Twenty-five with a kid in elementary school, dead-end job, with barely a high school education. The desperation was probably written all over my face. No wonder sex was the only way I could hold onto a guy. After a while, I’d stopped even caring. Fostering my love life along with Xander was too exhausting, so I had to pick one.

So, could anyone blame me for being a little suspicious of Logan?

“He practically wanted to be friends overnight,” I said, relaying my thoughts out loud. “And it’s not like the same thing hasn’t happened to me before. I know how the movie ends, so why sit through the whole thing?”