Black Sheep (Rawkfist MC Book 1) (7 page)

Court

F
ishing puts Justice in a sexy mood. She
grabs hold of my hand when we arrive at a hole in the wall near the lake. I
look down at her and find a smile too beautiful to be caused by anything I did.
I always figured making a great kid like Felix was a fluke. I wasn’t capable of
anything particularly special, but I got lucky with him. Now I’ve hit the
jackpot with Justice.

“Your nose is
pink,” I say as she snuggles against me in the booth.

“I should have
worn more sunscreen. Or kept the floppy hat.”

“It was a
fucking brilliant hat.”

Justice stares
at me with eyes the color of the clearest sky. I could stare into them forever
without feeling I was missing anything. Shaking my head, I need to stay in
control, but Justice makes me a fool in love.

“What’s with
this fancy ring? Were you a big shot in high school?” she asks after we share a
beer and a plate of fries.

“No. I was a
fucking loser with long stringy hair and a shitty goatee.”

“Man, you’re
making me hot,” she coos while caressing my leg. “Tell me more about your
horrible teenage years.”

Grinning at her
feigned arousal, I glance at my hand. “This ring belonged to a jock named Chad
Buckingham. He was good looking, I guess. The girls liked him a lot. He was
fucking smart too and always got good grades.”

“He sounds
awful. So did you steal his ring?”

“No. Didn’t
need to. The high school team won the state championship, and he got this
flashy ring. He’d show it off by shoving it in everyone’s face. Chad didn’t
like me because I’d knocked up Becca and somehow that made me evil or
something. It’s not like he loved her or hadn’t banged her too. Hell, it’s not
like he wanted her to have his kid. I don’t know what his fucking deal was, but
he’d press his fist with that ring against my forehead and laugh at how I was
such a loser.”

“So you killed
him and took the ring off his corpse?”

Grinning, I
shake my head. “Chad went to college where he got a drinking and gambling
problem. He ended up in debt and had to pawn the ring. That’s how I got it. Now
it goes without saying I’ve punched him upside the head with this hand a few
times.”

“That’s hot,
Court. So is Chad dating anyone? I only ask because Journey is on the market
and this guy sounds like a real catch.”

“Your sister
seemed sweet today.”

Justice stares
horrified at me. “Sweet?”

“Charming
even.”

“Wait, are you
fucking with me?”

“Seems only
fair.”

“She’s an awful
hag.”

“You said
earlier she was your best friend.”

“Yes, but I’m
an awful hag too, so she’s the best I can manage.”

“I like how
your family is close.”

“I’m only close
with my mom and sisters, not anyone else. I love my dad, but I don’t know him
that well.”

“He’s a good
guy, and I heard your mom is cool.”

“You heard
that, huh?”

“Oh, she’s the
talk of the town after coming back all these years.”

“Does the town
say anything about me?”

“They say
you’re the nice sister.”

“Fuck yeah!” Justice
cries loud enough to startle the couple at the next table.

“Look
elsewhere, friend,” I tell the guy when he eyeballs an oblivious Justice.

When I glare at
the guy for too long, she nuzzles her lips against my chest. “You shouldn’t
care so much about what other people think.”

“I’ve lived
here my entire life. Shaking off their judgments isn’t easy.”

Justice
caresses my jaw and then sits up and studies me. “Does your mom live in
Tumbling Rock?”

“She died a few
years back.”

“I’m sorry,” Justice
says, revealing a flash of genuine sympathy in her hypnotic eyes. “What about
your father?”

“Ran off when I
was seven.”

Justice frowns
at my answer before asking, “Do you have any siblings?”

“None that I
know of.”

“Any family at
all?”

“Nope,” I lie.

Justice studies
my face. Her fingers slide across my jaw and then tilt my head back and forth
as if she’s searching for something.

“You’re lying.”

“If I am, you
need to trust I only lie for your benefit.”

“That is the
biggest pile of horseshit I’ve ever heard,” Justice says, reaching for the
beer. “Since you’re damn sexy, I’ll let it slide.”

I kiss her
softly, but she tastes too sweet, and I immediately deepen the kiss. Gripping
her hair, I hold her still and give into the hunger I’ve felt since she touched
my arm.

Justice moans
into my mouth, and I feel her hands slide under my shirt. We’re behaving
grossly inappropriate in a public place, yet I don’t care. For the first time
in years, I only want what is right before me. My mind isn’t on the club or
Felix. I’m right here with a gorgeous woman humping my damn leg.

Justice

C
ourt’s apartment has too many frigging
stairs. Of course, he lives on the third floor of a walk-up, so I’m out of
breath by the time we reach his place. Mostly because I choose to kiss him
while rushing upstairs. In fact, I nearly drop the bag full of condoms we
bought on the way here. Noticing I’m overwhelmed, Court lifts me up and presses
me against his erection as he works his key in the door.

Inside the
mostly empty apartment, two people stop giggling long enough to stare at us. I
have no interest in them. All of the blood in my body has rushed to my crotch
sliding against his bulging zipper.

“Oh, man, uh,
were we not supposed to be here?” asks a life-sized Chucky doll.

Court
disengages our lips long enough to lower me to the ground. “You’re fine. We’re
going to my room.”

“Who’s your
friend?” a chick asks.

“Justice, this
is Chucky and Basil.”

Chucky’s name
sends me into giggles which he seems to take as a compliment.

“So I see a
double date in our future,” he says.

Basil smiles at
me in a glassy-eyed way. “We could become best friends.”

“I don’t know.
I’m not all that likable, and I’m bound to make you uncomfortable with how much
I judge your life choices.”

Basil laughs
because smoking pot makes the world funnier. Chucky looks at his girlfriend and
starts laughing too.

“Want to hang
out and listen to some music?” Chucky asks, and I catch Court rolling his eyes.

“No offense to
you wonderful potheads, but I’m not looking to make new friends tonight. My
only gold is getting Court naked. All this chatter is killing my buzz, man.”

“No one wants
to harsh your good time,” Chucky says. “We’ll keep the noise down.”

“I can’t
promise the same,” I tell him before grabbing Court’s hand and yanking him
toward several closed doors. “Which room includes your bed?”

Court picks me
back up, plants a kiss on my mouth, and walks me into a bedroom. I hear the
door lock, but I’m too busy sucking on his tongue to care.

The next minutes
are a blur of frenetic activity. Clothes come off and fly around the room. I
realize at one point how I’m without shorts and panties, yet somehow still
wearing my shoes. Laughing, I kick them on the floor and then grab for a
shirtless Court leaning over me.

“I should warn
you that because of my extreme enthusiasm and lack of experience, I may injure
you.”

“If you do,
I’ll send you a bill,” he says, unsnapping my bra and freeing my tits into his
hands.

His chest is
smooth and hard against my fingertips. I’m torn between wanting to explore
every inch of this gorgeous man and seeking relief for the blazing heat between
my legs.

“Zippers are
tricky,” I say, tugging at his.

Court calmly
removes his jeans, leaving only the thin fabric of his boxers. I can’t help
myself and reach out to caress his sizable bulge. Between Court’s rough moan
and the way his cock twitches in my hand, I’m overwhelmed.

“I don’t know
what to do,” I admit, looking up at him. “I should have studied up with more
porn.”

Leaning down,
Court kisses me gently. His touch is careful and reassuring. I’m about to thank
him when he nips at my bottom lip while his hands cup my breasts again. Instead
of speaking, I moan approvingly and lean back on the bed.

Court
can run the show. He can steer the ship. He
can pilot the plane. He can fuck me silly. I’m cool with all of those things
belonging in his wonderfully demanding hands.

His lips leave
wet kisses on my throat and collarbone before he sucks at my nipple. Sliding my
fingers into his thick hair, I want to keep him right there for an eternity.
His tongue’s magic follows the tempting roughness of his teeth against my hard
flesh.

I nearly jump
off the bed when his fingers slide over my stomach before dropping between my
legs to a spot only I’ve explored before.

“I feel
exposed. Does that make sense?” I blurt out.

“Do you want me
to stop?”

“Hell no,” I
cry. “Are you nuts?”

Court
only smiles again, and I appreciate his
silence. I’m not ready for raunchy sex talk. Feeling vulnerable, I crave safety
in his arms. All of the wild fun before reaching his room seems a million years
ago. I’m nervous now. Scared even, but I also love every damn moment.

I don’t dare
close my eyes. Court is a devilish figure, hungrily devouring my tits while his
finger makes soft circles on my clit. I can’t think enough to say a single
world. For the first time in my life, I’m utterly speechless. I need to mark
this day on the calendar.

Court slides a
condom over his thick cock while I go brain dead upon seeing the length and
width of the monster about to enter me. There’s no time to panic. My body
craves relief from his teasing. His cock is on a mission too, likely seeking
the same pleasure I ache for.

The first
thrust is the worst, but my body shivers at the way the pleasure and pain
mingle into a powerful, hot swirl in my gut.

Court leans
down against me, so his body covers mine. Our lips eagerly taste each other
while I cup his face and relish his rough stubble. I don’t know how he keeps me
so wonderfully wrapped in his strong arms while his hips rhythmically thrust
against my body.

Court
is relaxed, calm in a way that feels wrong.
I don’t know how he isn’t grunting and talking about my pussy. For whatever
reason, I imagined sex to be crude, but Court makes our fucking soothing. He
keeps me safe even while pumping hard into my pussy until I groan in a fit of
pleasure a name close to his.

“What did you
say?” he teases when I wrap my legs around his hips.

“How the hell
would I know?” I mumble and then add, “Don’t stop.”

“You don’t know
how this works, do you?”

“Oh, yeah,
you’re still hard. Well then keep going until whenever.”

I’m lightheaded
from coming so hard. In fact, I want a nap, but Court isn’t finished. I guess
I’m not either, but my mind reels from the pleasure, and I can’t think
straight.

My hips can’t
keep up with his thrusts. Court’s like a machine, pumping into me. I even wish
I could see him from above and watch his ass muscles flexing. The very thought
of his bare butt clenching with every thrust makes my pussy spasm.

When he comes
hard, Court shudders like a man gone too long without pleasure. I’m pretty damn
proud to know I made him feel so good.

Now I just need
to decide if I want a nap or another round?

Court

A
fter going five years without sex, I’ve nearly
forgotten why I spent my teenage years obsessed with getting laid. Even before
I went cold turkey, I’d gotten gun-shy about going bareback. In fact, I’d
triple up on condoms just to be safe if I could. No way did I want another kid
with another psycho.

I don’t know
when I forget to use a condom with Justice. Possibly after our third go-around
when she climbs on my lap and wiggles her pussy down on my cock. Her smiles
make me stupid as shit on an average day. Having Justice smile and naked
destroys any common sense I possess.

“How do you not
do this every minute of the day?” Justice asks me while bouncing on my cock. “I
keep thinking I’ve had enough, but then I look at you and want more.”

“Look who got
their voice back,” I tease because she’s been oddly quiet for the last few
hours.

“You fucked me
silent, ya big stud.”

“There’s the
motor mouth I know.”

Justice leans
her head back and laughs heartily while her hips never stop moving.

Her position
offers me access to her bouncing tits. My hands cup her soft flesh, feeling
them jiggle in my grasp. Her hard nipples poke at my palms. When I pluck at
them, Justice moans. Each touch elicits different sounds, and I play her body
like an expert musician.

When her body
clenches with an orgasm, I study the way her lips part and eyelashes flutter.
The way her jaw clenches and then relaxes. I watch the story of her pleasure
written flawlessly on her beautiful face.

Lowering her
back on the bed, I cover her lips with mine and thrust faster into her pussy.
She’s tighter than I expected, and I wonder if I’m hurting her. Then I remember
how Justice would have no trouble telling me if I was doing something wrong.
Her big mouth is very helpful in these moments.

I don’t think
to pull out of Justice when I come. Fuck if I don’t stop forming coherent
thoughts as soon as she wraps her long legs around my hips and digs her heels
into my ass.

“Yah!” she
murmurs as if I’m a horse she wants to go faster.

“Don’t make me
laugh. I’m trying to concentrate here.”

Justice, of
course, giggles at my comment, and her jiggling body sends me past thinking.
Blinded by pleasure, I worry I’ll die from coming so hard. Her hands cup my
jaw, and she kisses me as soon as I stop seeing stars.

“I should give
you a sugar cube for a job well done,” she says, giggling again.

“Just for that,
I’m flipping you over so I can have a bit more control.”

“Okay, but be
forewarned. My ass is stellar, and you just might find yourself entranced by
it.”

Resting on top
of Justice, I smile at her relaxed expression. “You’re so quiet when we fuck.”

“I’m
concentrating.”

“I bet you
are.”

When I roll off
her, Justice crawls on top of me and rests her head against my chest.

“You’re nearly
too handsome,” she murmurs, matching my breathing with her own. “I could look
at this face every day forever and never get bored.”

“I’ve never
thought I was all that special.”

“I’m sorry to
be the one to tell you, but you’re stupid, Court.”

Laughing, I pat
her ass and then leave my hands resting on each cheek.

“I wonder how
long it would have been before we met if I hadn’t gotten back your wallet that
day.”

“You’d have
ventured into my territory eventually and then I’d stalk you until we’d end up
right here.”

“You’ve got a
little stalker in you, huh?”

“I had a big
stalker in me a few minutes ago,” she teases. “You’d stalk me if I weren’t so
busy stalking you, wouldn’t you?”

“What makes you
think I’m not stalking you already?”

“You’re very
subtle about it.”

“All the
respectable stalkers are.”

Justice lifts
her head and frowns. “Did you just call me a shitty stalker?”

Grinning, I
make little circles on her ass with my fingers until her frown eases away.

“Tell me
something negative about you,” she says, resting her head back on my chest.

I consider her
question for a minute before saying the only thing that comes to mind.

“I’m a little
bit of a sociopath,” I admit, thinking about how I can kill without caring.

“Should I be
concerned for my safety?” she asks without sounding at all concerned.

“I’d never hurt
you.”

Justice lifts
her head and smiles at me. “No, you wouldn’t. You’re a good man, which is
saying a lot considering you’re a little bit of a sociopath.”

“Tell me
something negative about you.”

“I love too
much,” she says without missing a beat. “Oh, and I’m too generous.”

“Is that
right?”

“I’m also shy
and can’t express myself.”

Grinning, I nod
at her sincerity. “I hadn’t noticed that about you, but since you pointed it
out, yeah, I can see you’re shy.”

“I’m obnoxious
at times. Have you noticed that?”

“Nope.”

Justice smirks.
“You aren’t very perceptive, huh?”

“I’m blinded by
your good looks.”

“That’ll do
it.” Justice sighs and returns her head to my chest. “Your heartbeat sounds
like music. I’ve never noticed that with anyone else.”

“How many
heartbeats have you listened to?” I ask, sounding more jealous than I should.

“Millions. No,
maybe billions. I’ll be honest I’m not great at math.”

“So maybe only
a few then?”

“It’s possible
I’ve only listened to my mother’s when she hugged me.”

“I’m okay with
that.”

Justice lifts
herself off my body and sits next to me on the bed. “Why, Court Bayer, are you
getting possessive?”

Rolling to my
side, I look at her perky tits just waiting for me to squeeze them, and her
soft nipples begging for me to suck them, but finally I focus on her damp slit.

“Is that a
yes?” she asks.

Nodding, I
slowly smile and glance down at my thickening cock.

“Aren’t men
supposed to have a limit on how many hard-ons they can have?”

“How would I
know?” I ask, placing her hand on my dick. “Are you saying no?”

“Maybe. I am
terribly exhausted,” she says, stretching back on the bed. “Just dog-tired and
fragile and lazy. I guess I might be willing if you were to do the actual
fucking while I only watch and reap the benefits.”

Climbing over
her, I think to reach for a condom. My brain is working again, and I know
impulsiveness isn’t my damn friend. Justice watches me hover over her. She says
nothing before losing interest in my uncertain expression. Her fingers play
with my nipples, and I realize she’s imitating how I tease hers.

“You’re so damn
young,” I whisper, kissing her lips.

“Not really,”
she whispers back once my lips leave hers. “Are you nervous about something?
Should we talk about your feelings?”

Grinning at her
feigned concern, I reach for a condom and show it to her.

“I’m clean as a
whistle. You declared during dinner that you’re on the pill. Yes or no?”

“Um, isn’t it a
little late for me to worry about that now?”

“Well all right
then,” I say, tossing it aside before kissing her again.

Justice relaxes
in my embrace, but she wasn’t kidding about being lazy. I kiss and stroke her
while she only stretches out and enjoys my attentions. When I inch my cock
inside of her wet, swollen pussy, Justice sighs and then closes her eyes. If
she weren't smiling, I’d think she’d fallen asleep.

“You’re a strange
chick,” I say, thrusting into her.

Without opening
her eyes, she murmurs, “Just the way you need me to be, right, pal?”

I don’t answer
because we both know she’s exactly who I want. Despite the short time we’ve
known each other; no other woman has ever owned me like Justice Sheerer. I
swear I can’t be sure this entire thing isn’t a fantasy, and I’ll soon wake up
to my dull life without her.