DAMON: A Bad Boy MC Romance Novel (33 page)

H
oney rolled over
, the sunlight beginning to filter through her lidded eyes. A rare day off; it seemed she spent more time in that damn bar than she did in her own apartment. She was slightly, though not entirely, surprised when her hand grazed soft skin in the bed beside her.

Peeking through her eyelids, she saw the girl she’d brought home last night sleeping like a princess, on her back, lips parted slightly, one arm thrown above her head and the other resting lightly on her chest. Honey smiled, tried to remember the girl’s name. She’d drank quite a bit the night before, but things were starting to come back to her.

Honey had never thought of herself as gay, but she also never really liked labelling herself. Sometimes, she saw a girl that just
needed
to be kissed, and then next thing she knew she’d be waking up just like this. She let one of her hands travel downwards, parted the lips of her sex and dipped a finger in, feeling the residual wetness from the night before.

It must have been a very good night,
she thought sleepily, only a little sad that she could only remember bits and pieces.

That’s what mornings were for.

And weren’t these mornings so much more beautiful than all the other mornings of her sad, long life? Certainly better than all those mornings she’d woken up unsure if she could get out of bed for the pain in her back. The mornings she’d pee blood from a kick to the kidneys. The mornings she’d lay, trying not to breathe, praying and praying and praying that he just wouldn’t wake up this time. That he’d stop breathing and she could slip away, finally safe and free.

She’d come to Ditcher’s Valley a long time ago – at least ten years, maybe fifteen, maybe more. She looked good now, but she’d been a real piece back then, even with a face that was more bruise than not. Short red hair, bright green eyes, a body to kill for. She’d been all alone for the first time in her life, having jumped straight from a drunken stepfather to a drunken husband.

All alone except for the baby she’d been carrying. The reason she’d finally got the courage to leave. The baby that hadn’t made it past four months in her belly, but that she still loved in her deepest heart. The baby she thanked every day for giving her the reason to leave. She’d been distraught when she first miscarried, but time and years and perspective had left her with only a dull ache that would throb at strange times, like an old wound that you only remember when it rains.

Honey owed the club everything. They’d taken her in, hadn’t asked for anything in return. The aging president, Charcoal, had taken pity on her and given her a place to stay, a job at the bar. And she hadn’t even needed to prove herself by shacking up with half the club – of course, she did, eventually, wind up doing just that, but only on her own time, on her own terms.

She was lucky, so lucky, and she reminded herself of this as she gazed at the girl beside her in bed. She wondered about this girl. She was a local, one of those girls who’d probably stay in Ditcher’s Valley another five years before she realized there wasn’t any kind of life for her there, that being someone’s old lady wasn’t actually the best thing that could happen to you.
Good for her,
Honey thought, imagining the girl waking up in a better place and a better time.

It was too late for Honey to think of herself doing anything different with her life. And she didn’t really want to do anything different. She wasn’t like this girl, or any of the other girls who hung around the club. She was just as much a member as any of the dudes, if not more.

She even had a cut, even though her boys didn’t like her getting her hands dirty. All she had to do was tend bar, keep a weather eye out, and take care of her men. Hold their hands while they moaned over some girl who’d run off, pour a stiff drink after a funeral, sing along with whatever drunken tune they picked on the jukebox.

Keep a weather eye out,
she thought to herself, still half-sleeping, the phrase sticking in her mind. Why? Something seemed wrong that morning, a nagging feeling that she had seen something the night before, something important, but that she’d forgotten.

Georgia,
she thought to herself, the name drifting up to her from her subconscious. That was the pretty girl’s name. She frowned, eyes still closed, and tried to push the nasty feeling away. It wasn’t the girl’s name she was forgetting it was…something else. But it wouldn’t help her hangover one bit to obsess about something that she’d either remember or not remember.

And probably it was just a bit of the hangover itself; whenever you black out like that you always wake up feeling a little sour. Besides, there was a beautiful girl in her bed, and Honey didn’t want to think about anything besides that. She rolled over slowly, letting her hand fall to the girl’s waist. Georgia moaned in her sleep and rolled over onto her side.

Perfect,
Honey thought, pressing herself against the girl’s warm body, her hand gently stroking her hip. She didn’t care if the girl woke up then; it was nice enough to just lay in the bed, sleepy and relaxed, breathing in the smell of her shampoo, drifting off to sleep once more with soft skin against her…

But, as luck would have it, Georgia seemed to be waking up as well. She stirred again in her sleep, pressing her ass against Honey’s mound, then taking Honey’s hand from her hip and grasping it to her chest as though it were a teddy bear. Honey stroked the smooth skin of the girl’s breast, loving its roundness beneath her palm, letting her thumbs roll gently over her nipple, which grew slightly hard at the touch.

The girl moaned and Honey pressed herself tighter towards the sleeping figure, craning her neck slightly to let her lips fall on the girl’s neck and behind her ear, gently kissing the warm flesh, appreciating the soft humming sound the girl made in response. A giggle, and Georgia turned her head towards Honey, eyes still closed, a sleepy smile across her face.

“That feels good,” she said, slurring her words a bit.

“I like the way you taste,” Honey whispered back, her mouth moving against Georgia’s ear. A shudder from the half-sleeping girl was her reward. Honey propped herself up on her elbow, hand still fondling the girl’s breast, and began to kiss along her cheek, softly. The girl’s smile parted slightly as Honey leaned over and let her lips flutter over the girl’s, just barely touching her lower lip.

“Mmmm,” Georgia moaned, rolling over with a sigh and opening her eyes at last. Bright blue and bleary, the girl’s eyes blinked slowly a few times before settling on Honey, who was now leaning over the girl’s prone body, one hand gently kneading her breast. Honey rolled over further, positioning her body above the girl’s, crouched above her with her knees on each side of her body.

Honey sat up, admiring the view beneath her. Her own B-cup breasts, still perky and full, were prickled with gooseflesh from suddenly emerging from the warmth of the covers, and the hair on her arms stood on end. The room was chilly with the air conditioner running at full blast, and the girl’s skin was prickling as well.

Honey gently traced her fingers down Georgia’s sides, from the sides of her C-cup breasts to her hips and back. The girl moaned once more and bit her lip, Honey’s fingers leaving trails of heat down her flesh. She leaned down and their lips met again, hungrier now, their lips parting and tongues meeting in a delicate but passionate dance. Honey’s sex, already wet from the night before, pressed against the girl’s soft mound, her downy hair tickling Honey’s flesh.

Honey let her lips move downward, across Georgia’s collarbone and towards her breasts, the nipples now hard. She gently flicked at one nipple with her tongue, letting her hand rest on the other breast, rolling the other nipple between her fingers. Georgia moaned and squirmed underneath her, one hand coming to the back of Honey’s head and pressing forward as though demanding more. Honey was happy to oblige, her tongue licking and sucking softly at each nipple in turn, then gently nibbling them, causing the girl underneath her to arch her back and groan hungrily.

Honey could have spent hours enjoying the taste and feel of the young girl’s breasts, but she wanted more, and began to lead her lips even further downward, her hands resting on Georgia’s waist firmly, pinning her down. She dipped her tongue into her belly button, drawing a giggle from Georgia, who released her grip on Honey’s head and sighed as Honey’s warm mouth licked and kissed down her stomach towards her now-glistening sex.

Honey pressed her knee between the girl’s upper thighs, and she let her legs part, revealing her slit and engorged clit, both radiating heat. Honey traced her fingers up and down her inner thighs, making them quiver, enjoyed watching Georgia’s slit dampen further with anticipation.

She licked her lips, then dipped her head and ran her tongue along the length of the girl’s wet lips. Georgia shuddered, moaned, her hips bucking forward slightly. Honey’s long, soft tongue travelled over each tender fold of Georgia’s lips, tasting her sweetness, before coming up to flick her red clit, another appreciative groan from Georgia spurring her on.

She circled the clit gently with her tongue, feeling it roll and buzz underneath her, felt Georgia’s hands in her hair clutching and pulling her closer. The girl was squirming now as Honey’s tongue lapped at her clit, exploring every angle, before moving lower once more to taste her slit, her tongue darting inside quickly.

Honey let one of her hands move to her own sex, her arousal growing with each of Georgia’s ecstatic moans. She slipped one finger into her own wetness, feeling her pussy clench around it. She brought her tongue back to Georgia’s clit, now flicking it faster and harder. Georgia’s legs clenched around Honey’s head, her hand pulled her tighter, and Honey knew she was approaching a climax. She brought her finger, still slick with her own juices, to Georgia’s slick entrance and pushed it inside slowly.

“Oh, fuccck, yes, please,” the girl moaned as Honey began to pump her finger in and out of her wet cunt. She pressed another finger inside, her tongue still dancing over her clit, and began to fuck the girl harder, curling her fingers inside, searching for that special spot that would make the girl crumble.

She let her teeth fall over Georgia’s clit, just slightly, and felt the girl’s spine straighten and stiffen from the sensation. Her fingers soon found their target, and Honey moaned into Georgia’s sex as she began to pump harder, the girl’s movements now becoming erratic as she squirmed and clutched Honey’s head to her clit.

“Please don’t stop, please, please don’t stop,” Georgia moaned, panting, as Honey massaged her pussy with two fingers, bringing her other hand up to Georgia’s breast and gently kneading it from below.

“Oh, fuck, yes, I’m gonna...oh fuck!” Georgia screamed, her young voice breaking the air, and Honey felt a flood of juices running over her fingers into her waiting mouth, Georgia’s pussy clenching tightly, her thighs shaking with pleasure against Honey’s ears.

Georgia’s hands were almost digging into Honey’s scalp as she came, her hips rising into the air and thrusting slightly, flesh feverish and tingling. With a gasp, Honey brought her mouth away from the girl’s sex, licking the sweet taste of her from her lips, watching as the girl twitched and panted, lips parted, eyes half-closed, a bloom of radiant pleasure across her cheeks.

“I’ve never been with a woman before last night,” Georgia said in a whisper, looking up at Honey like she was a goddess.

“It’s fun, isn’t it?” Honey said with a smile, crawling upwards to kiss her on the lips once more, languidly now. Honey felt the fire of want pulsing in her sex, but there was no rush. She gently pushed a lock of Georgia’s blonde hair from her forehead, then let her fingers trail down her blushing cheek.

“You know….last night….I didn’t…I didn’t…you know, return the favor,” Georgia said, seeming nervous. Honey chuckled.

“I didn’t even remember, to be honest. But it’s never too late…” she looked down, eyebrows raised, and saw the girl’s face flicker with worry.

“Don’t worry, it’s easy,” she cooed, rolling onto her back beside the girl, who leaned up onto her elbows. Honey snaked one arm around Georgia’s waist and pulled her tight. The girl bit her lip, brought one hand tentatively towards Honey’s mound. One finger slipped between her slightly parted lips, exploring, running along her clit and down to her wet opening. Honey moaned and closed her eyes, letting her head fall back.

“Mmmm, that’s a good start,” she said. Buoyed, the girl let her fingers linger, back and forth, tracing the inside of Honey’s lips. She leaned forward, kissing Honey’s neck, tasting her. She mirrored Honey’s approach, trailing her lips downward, but bypassed Honey’s breasts completely.

Honey moaned as Georgia’s warm mouth grew nearer and nearer to her aching pussy, parting her legs wider. Georgia’s fingers were playing delicately with her clit, as though afraid of touching it too hard. The sensation was like thousands of feathers gently pricking at Honey’s flesh: beautiful torture. She wanted to grab the girl’s head and force it downwards, but she was patient. As Georgia’s tongue dipped below her belly-button, the girl re-positioned herself between Honey’s parted thighs.

“Taste me, sweetheart,” Honey whispered, feeling the girl’s hot breath against her clit. She reached down and gently tugged at one of her blonde locks, encouragingly. Georgia looked nervous but curious as she looked down at Honey’s exposed mound, her fingers now stalled in their roaming.

She leaned forward and gently kissed Honey’s clit, making it jump and quiver. Honey thought she might break in two from the way the girl was teasing her, holding back, making her wait. If she didn’t know better, Honey would have thought the torture was on purpose. She whimpered, her hands gently combing the girl’s hair, putting the slightest pressure on the back of her head.

With a rush of electric pleasure, Honey’s efforts were rewarded as the girl tentatively stuck her tongue out and ran it along Honey’s clit.

“Oh, yeah, baby, just like that,” she cried out, and Georgia repeated the move, lapping at Honey’s clit as it strained forward from its hood. As though inspired by Honey’s reaction, she began to lick faster, experimenting with different speeds and angles, now circling it, now flicking it gently.