Bikers And Tinsel (MC Sinners # 3.5) (2 page)

I see Muff’s large, black truck parked out front as soon as I step outside, and he’s talking on the phone beside it. It’s not snowing down here yet, but it’s beginning to get extremely cold. Muff has a thick hoodie on, and a pair of jeans that do wonderful things to his ass. I’m wearing a woolen dress, knowing that as soon as I get into the car, I will be warm enough to get away with it.

I head out, waving to Ciara and Addison as I go. I get around the back of the truck, and realize I still have my panties on. Cursing softly, I peer around quickly, realizing no one can see me back here. I quickly grip my panties and lower them. I’m just about to lift my feet out of them, when my foot gets stuck. With a scream, I topple forward.

I land with my face in the grass, and my backside in the air.

My foot is still tangled in my panties, and I kick and squirm, trying to get up, horrified that my ass is on view for the world to see.

“Sweet fuckin’ heaven. Angel, you just made me hard.”

I flush with shame at Muff’s voice, and even more when he grabs my dress, lowering it over my bare ass before helping me up. I bury my face into his chest, unable to look up at him. Shame fills my body. God I’m an idiot. I really am. I feel Muff’s chest begin to shake, and I know he’s laughing at me.

“It’s not funny,” I grumble.

“Always making a grand entrance, like the graceful little swan you are.”

I slap his back, and lift my head, looking up at him. Even though he’s laughing, his expression is hungry. I swallow, and turn my eyes away nervously.

“You ready for this, princess?”

“I’m ready,” I say, detaching myself from him.

“That’s good,” he says, adjusting his leather jacket. “Because I plan on making you come at least five times before we get there.”

Oh.

Shit.

I stand there, gaping at him for a full minute.

He winks at me, and then turns and walks off, not letting me respond. I wrap my arms around myself and shiver. It’s not a bad shiver, either—oh no, it’s a good shiver. It’s a shiver of want, and desperate need.

I force my legs to move and I slowly inch toward the truck, feeling my heart thump. Muff and I have kissed, and gotten a little frisky, but he’s been extremely respectful, I think it has to do with my dead husband. He’s trying not to push me, but now...

Oh, now is a different story.

I grip the door handle of the truck, and I climb in. As soon as I shut the door, the heating hits my cool skin and I sigh. Muff gets in a moment later, yelling out something to Jackson. He closes the door and starts the car, and then he looks over at me. His blue eyes are blazing with need. I turn my eyes away quickly, staring out the window as we begin driving in a line behind the others.

“Did Eb’s go with your mom okay?” he asks when we get out onto the open road.

“Ah, y-y-yeah,” I stammer.

“Nervous, princess?”

I feel my cheeks burn, and I fumble over my next words. The truth is, I am nervous. I haven’t had a man touch me with need since before Ebony was born. Her dad was nothing but a pig, who fucked when he needed it, and if he didn’t, he stayed away. There were no tender touches or orgasms for me. It was all about him.

“I am,” I confess.

“If you’re not ready, princess, you just say the word.”

His voice is gentle, and it tells me he means everything he’s saying. I know he wouldn’t push me, but the thing is, I’m ready, and I’m almost sure he’s holding back because of me. He’s waiting for me to fly the flag. So, doing what any sensible woman would do, I fly that flag. I slowly spread my legs, letting my dress ride up, leaving my pussy on display.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

“I’m ready,” I whisper, turning and staring at him.

His eyes are on the road, but his fingers are gripping the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white. His jaw is flexing, and the anticipation is killing me. If he doesn’t do something soon, I am going to freak out and close my legs. Just as shame begins to rise in my chest, his arm stretches across and he places his hand on my leg. Slowly, he slides it up, until his fingers brush against my bare pussy.

I whimper.

He hisses again.

Then he keeps going. His fingers slide gently into my folds, just skimming the outside of my clit.

“So fuckin’ sweet, smooth, fuck...
incredible
.”

“Don’t stop,” I whisper, shifting so my bottom slides further forward.

“I don’t plan on fuckin’ stopping. Not unless it’s to bend you over the back of this truck and fuck you until you’re screamin’ my name.”

“Oh God,” I rasp.

He slides his fingers in deep, stroking them across my hardening clit. He groans, and moves them lower, finding my wet entrance.

“Already so wet. I wouldn’t even have to prepare you. Fuck baby, the temptation...”

“Why are you holding back?” I moan as he slides his finger back up and begins rubbing my clit.

“Because you matter,” he grinds out. “And you don’t deserve to be bent over the back of a truck and fucked.”

“Maybe you don’t know me,” I cry out, feeling pleasure tighten my womb. I’m desperate; my body is greedy, and I want to feel him inside me. “Maybe I want to be fucked.”

“Fuck, Jaybird, you’re killin’ me.”

He started calling me Jaybird a few weeks ago, deciding that since he had an awesome nickname, I needed one too. I am grateful he didn’t pick one to match his. I don’t want to know what the female version of Muff would be.

“I want you Muff, I’ve wanted you for months now. I’m tired of holding back. I want you inside me, and I want it
now
.”

Suddenly, the brakes screech on and he pulls the truck over to the side and down a dirt road. We bump down it, disappearing from the rest of the group. When we’re a fair way down, he stops the truck and turns to me, gripping my knees and raising them. Then he unclips my seatbelt and spins me around so my pussy is facing him, and one knee is on the compartment box, the other resting on the dash. He rips off his seatbelt and pulls the door handle, then he kicks it until it swings open. I watch under heavy lids as he adjusts himself and jerks my dress up, gripping my ass, then lowering his mouth.

Oh, God.

His mouth hits my pussy, and against the cool, it’s like molten lava. I’ve heard great things about Muff and his mouth, but I never expected this. His tongue can move at speeds I’m sure most men can’t reach. I can hear his phone ringing beside us, and I’m trying hard not to concentrate on it. He flicks my clit fast, and then he’s sucking it into his mouth, and then he’s licking it, and then he’s biting it. The overwhelming changes have my back arching, and my body on fire for him. I’m about to come, when his phone rings for the third time. He snarls, lifting his mouth off me. I groan desperately.

“What?” he barks down the line as soon as he finds it, and presses it to his ear.

The car falls silent a minute, and the only sound is my deep, ragged breathing.

“I’ll catch up. Just keep fuckin’ driving.”

He removes the phone, and throws it into the back before giving me a heated expression and then lowering his face once more. It doesn’t take long for him to get me on the edge again, my entire body writhing, my back arching, my fingers gripping the seat beneath me. When his finger slides inside my pussy and he finds my sweet spot, I come, and I come with force.

“Muff, oh God, oh my fucking God,” I bellow, shaking as he uses that skilled tongue to get every single tremble out of my body.

He flicks until there is nothing left, and I’m slumped against the seat. He pulls back, looking down at me with lusty eyes, and then he turns and gets out of the car. Is this it? Will we have sex now? I want to—God knows I do. My entire body burns for him. My pussy is thudding, and my breasts are tingling. I don’t doubt the need about to explode within me. I also don’t doubt the nerves fluttering around in my belly. It’s been a long time since a man has wanted me like this.

My door opens, and Muff leans in, gripping me and hurling me out. I don’t get a chance to react; I am soaring out of the car, and then crushed against his chest in seconds. He wraps his arms around me, grips my hair and tilts my head back, and then he brings his lips down over mine. I whimper, as I taste myself on his tongue. My knees tremble and I hold his shoulders, pressing myself against him.

“Goin’ to fuck you now, princess,” he murmurs when he pulls away from my swollen, wet lips.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Bend over the back of my truck.”

He gently brings me to the back of his truck, and he spins me around, pressing my front against the cool black metal. I whimper as he runs his hand up my spine. My skin breaks out in tiny little goosebumps and the back of my neck prickles. God, he’s going to take his time, I know he is, and it’s killing me. When he reaches the top of my spine, he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and leans down. “You ready for me, baby?”

“I’m surprised you have to ask,” I whisper.

He chuckles, and uses his other hand to hitch my dress up further. “Sweet-ass little dress you’re wearin’.”

“Wore it just for you,” I giggle nervously.

“Well, I’m very grateful.”

He pushes me further over the truck. His fingers slide up through my wet pussy, and I hear the sounds of him sucking my arousal off. God, why does that have everything inside of me clenching? I hear his jeans, and then the sound of a condom wrapper. I begin to shake lightly. Oh, I want him.

“So fuckin’ nice down there, Jaybird. You’re like candy.”

“Stop teasing me, Muff...”

“Soon, precious.”

He runs his fingers up and down my spine again, and then he leans over, peppering kisses across my shoulders. I feel his cock probe against my ass, and I know he’s right there. I jerk my hips up, trying to hurry him along. A throaty chuckle escapes his throat, and he gently tugs my hair. “Patience, sweet thing.”

“Please,” I plead.

He reaches around and finds my clit, and, gently, he begins to rub it, making small yet pressured circles. I feel him adjust himself, and then he’s pressing against me once more. God, I want him inside me so bad. I want that sweet burn as he stretches me. I want to feeling him pulsing as he comes deep inside my body. It’s the little things that make sex so amazing.

I feel the slight burn as he begins to push in, his finger still sliding around my clit.

“Fuck, Jaybird, so fuckin’ tight.”

I whimper as he begins to fill me. Muff is bigger than my ex-husband, by far. I’m almost certain my ex-husband was on steroids because while his body was huge, his dick was tiny. Muff on the other hand? He’s long, and the perfect thickness. He’s exactly what I need. A little mewling sound leaves my throat when he is finally sheathed.

“M...m...move,” I whisper. “Muff, fuck me.”

“You’re a little minx, Jaybird,” he rasps, and then pulls his hips back before plunging his cock back in.

I cry out, gripping the hard metal and dropping my head. Oh, yes.
Yes
. Muff drives into me, giving me the perfect rhythm, the perfect strokes. He tilts his hips upwards, making sure to stroke me exactly where I need to be stroked. His finger works my clit, his hard body is curved over mine, and the moment is utterly erotic. I feel myself building higher and higher. My pussy begins to clench tightly around him.

“Come on, princess,” he grates out. “Come for me.”

“I...oh, God...Muff!” I cry, as I tip over the edge.

My orgasm rips through me in molten waves, causing my body to jerk. Little noises escape my throat, and I rasp Muff’s name over and over. He releases my clit, and pulls back, clutching my hips—and then he begins to fuck me, hard and deep. My little noises turn into full-blown screams as he thrusts his hips, skin slapping, fingers digging into me. Oh, God. Yes.

“Goin’ to come, fuck me, I’m goin’ to...aw...”

He lets off a rugged hiss, and I feel him swelling inside me before I feel the distinct pulsing as he finds his release. My body shudders, and I feel myself getting tingly inside at the thought that he’s enjoying me so much. When he stops shaking, he drops his head down onto my back. We’re both panting, and my hair is sticking to my forehead even though it’s cool out here.

“Better get into the truck,” he murmurs. “It’s gettin’ cold.”

“I can’t move,” I whisper.

“Want me to carry you, Jaybird?”

I chuckle softly and he pulls back, discarding the condom and pulling his jeans up. He smooths my dress down, and then pulls me back into his arms. I drop my head into his shoulder and sigh. My body is warm all over, and I feel amazing.

Muff leads us back to the truck, and he opens the door for me, letting me slide in. The instant I feel the heating, I realize just how cold it was outside. God, the things we do for a quickie.

“You want a beer, Jaybird?” Muff asks, opening the driver’s door and looking in.

“You’re going to get me drunk?”

He grins, big and beautiful. “No, but it’s your break, so if you want to drink, I’ll happily get you there.”

I think about it, and decide why not? It’s been so long since I’ve had time alone. “Sure, throw me one.”

“That’s my girl.” He winks.

He disappears, and a moment later he returns with a beer. He hands it to me, and I thank him, before putting the bottle to my lips and groaning with delight. This is what I’m talking about.

I needed this break.

More than I knew.

Chapter 2

Everywhere it’s Christmas.

Muff

Goddamn, she looks so sweet sittin’ there, singing along to the radio, tapping her hand on that bare creamy-white thigh. She places the beer bottle to her lips and I want to replace that bottle with my cock. I finish gassing up the truck and wink at her through the glass when she turns to me, smiling. Her lips are puffy from all our kissing, and it only makes me want to crush my lips against hers again and keep kissing her.

I turn and walk into the station to pay for the gas. The little blonde at the counter grins at me. Most of the time, I’d wink at her and flirt, but now, I just want to get back to my truck and put my lips on that sweet-ass lady sitting in my passenger seat. She doesn’t know how much she means to me. In such a short time, she’s crawled into a place I’ve left closed, and hidden for so long. She’s changing everything in me, and I couldn’t be happier about it.