Repo (The Henchmen MC Book 4) (17 page)

"Hey," he said, his voice doing that obnoxious soothing thing as his thumb moved under my chin and tilted it up, "stand up and turn around to look at the target."

"Oh yay, another order."

"Maze, just fucking do it okay?" he asked, his voice still calm.

"Fine," I grumbled, pushing up onto my feet and turning to look at the target. And there were the six bullet holes: one on either side of my head, one above, one at each side of my body and one down near where my feet had separated.

"See," he said, moving in right behind me, his hands stretching out on either side of my body and sticking his fingers in the holes on the sides of my head.

"See what? How close you were to shooting me?"

"See how close I can get without even grazing you," he corrected, not moving away though his hands dropped. "Shooter is the best shot I've ever seen, Maze, but I'm a damn close second."

"I don't understand what the purpose of this was," I said shaking my head a little and I could feel the back of my skull brush against his chest. He was way, way too close.

"Maze, I'm a lot of things, but I'm not stupid or unobservant," he started. "You trust the lot of us just about as far as you can throw us which, with those little arms of yours, is not very far. And, well, a trust fall is just too God damn cheesy."

"Seriously? This is just trying to get me to trust you? Will you do the same thing to Renny and Duke when they get their turns with you?"

"No. But the difference is, I don't need to with them."

"Why bother with me when you guys are obviously doing everything in your power to get me out?"

"Maybe this doesn't have anything to do with them, Maze. Maybe this is about you and me."

I felt myself stiffen. "There is no you and me," I said, my voice quiet.

"Sure there fucking is," he said, his breath in my ear, his words emphasized by a rolling of thunder.

"There can't be," I objected, shaking my head as I watched one of his hands slide up my thigh then up and across my belly, folding over it and pulling me against his chest.

"And yet," he murmured, his head ducking. His lips found the sensitive spot just below my ear, pressing in gently and making a shudder pass through me.

"Repo," I whispered, hearing a pleading in my tone, but not sure that I was asking him to stop, or to give me more.

His nose tilted up, teasing the edge of my ear before his tongue moved out to tease the lobe. "Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop," he said as the first few fat drops of rain landed on our heads and shoulders.

Of course I wanted it.

I wanted it like I wanted The Henchmen to accept me, like I wanted K to be proud of me, like I wanted to keep on breathing.

It no longer felt like something as simple as a want, a desire. It felt like a need, like something necessary to keep going.

So I swallowed the lump that was trying to get me to stick to the plan, follow the rules, do the right thing, and admitted the truth. "I want this," I sighed as his arm squeezed my belly, his teeth nipped my ear, and the sky finally opened up.

"Turn around, honey," he said in a deep, rolling way that made my belly flip over as I turned in his arm. His one arm settled low on my back, the other raised to brush across my neck until it grabbed my ponytail and pulled my hair free, slipping the band over his own wrist for safekeeping, before cupping my jaw.

Above us, the thunder roared again loud enough for the ground to shake under our feet. "Should we take that as a bad omen?" I asked, eyes seeking his as the rain poured down our faces. To me, it was welcome, cooling my overheated body, washing the sweat away.

"Probably," he agreed, tilting his head a little as he closed the space between us, "but it's not gonna fucking stop us."

With that, his lips crushed into mine, hard, desperate, not a hint of restraint in him as he slanted his head, bit into my lower lip, claimed my tongue. His hands didn't stay where they were. As soon as my arms went around his neck, his hands started roaming, both moving down my back and slipping up under the wet material of my tee, sliding up to my bra strap and making short work of the clasps.

"Arms up," he said, pulling his lips from mine and dragging the material of my tee and my cut and pulling them upward. My arms went straight up and the material was gone in seconds. His hands moved out, brushing the straps of my bra off my shoulders. They slid down my arms until they disappeared, leaving me topless in front of him, the cold rain and heavy dose of desire making my nipples harden almost painfully. To my surprise, his hands didn't immediately go to cover my breasts, instead they moved to the sides, teasing over the skin that was usually looked over, then stroking down my sides to the waistband of my pants. They tickled across my belly before they moved to unfasten and drag the material down. As he was exposing me, he lowered down onto his knees in front of me, planting a kiss right below my navel before he reached down to untie and remove my boots, then slip my pants and panties off my body.

His face was almost level with my pussy and he angled his head up to look at me, his chin brushing up the triangle above my sex. "Beautiful," he said as I reached out to brush the rain off his forehead. His palm moved up and around my calf, snagging the back of my knee and yanking it up and open, forcing my hands to slam down on his shoulders to keep my balance as his head ducked then angled up so his tongue could slide up my slick cleft. A tremor ran through the muscles in my thighs as one of my hands left his shoulder and sank into his soft, wet hair, curling in and holding on tight as his tongue worked slow circles around my clit.

I watched him for a moment before tilting my head up to the sky, feeling the rain splash down on my face, watching the lightening crash across the sky. I'd never done anything sexual outside before, let alone during a storm. Something about it felt right, natural, primal. Rain slid down my body as Repo's lips closed around my clit and sucked hard, making me double over.

His arms went out to my waist, grabbing me as I went down on my knees in front of him. My hands went automatically to his shirt as my eyes held his, pulling the wet fabric up and tossing it to the side. My hands moved down his chest, moving over the bold Henchmen tattoo with guns, roses, and stocking-clad ladies' legs, then down over his firm abs, until I found his hard cock through his jeans and stroked my hand over it. Leaning forward, I kissed up the column of his neck as his hands moved down the skin of my back, landing on my ass and sinking in, using it to pull me forward until I was flattened against him.

My hands worked his button and zip then grabbed the waist of his jeans and boxer briefs, fumbling with the heavy, wet material until it pooled around his knees.

"Condom. Wallet. Back left pocket," he demanded as his hand slipped down my ass then between my legs to tease my clit again. I shook my head slightly, trying to work past the overwhelming need for release he was creating and I fumbled for his wallet, finding the condom foil, then discarding the wallet to fall with a slap onto the sopping ground. His finger left my clit. He grabbed the condom and his hands went between us for a long minute, protecting us, the task made harder by the ever-increasing rain.

He pulled back, giving me a wicked smile. "What?" I asked, my hands sliding down his belly and closing around his cock.

"This is gonna be filthy," he declared and I took the double entendre for all it was worth for all of, say, two seconds before his arm went around the center of my back and we were both falling to the ground, my entire body slapping down in the grass that was no longer really grass, but a puddle of water and mud. It coated my body from ankles to the back of my head, slick and slippery.

But I only had a second to consider that before Repo pressed up and moved down my body to nip his teeth into my hardened nipple as his other hand went between my legs again, thrusting two fingers inside me with no pretense at teasing. I arched up into his mouth, my legs going up on either side of his hips so I could move with his thrusts, fast and insistent. I felt myself tightening, getting close quickly.

It had been so long, too long.

My body was desperate for release.

"Nuh-uh," he said, pulling his fingers out of me, giving me a sinister little smile as he moved his hand upward and pushed them into my mouth. "You're gonna come around my cock this time," he said, sliding down onto his forearm as his cock pressed up against me. His fingers pulled from my mouth and moved between us until his cock pressed up against the entrance to my body, pausing for an impossibly long minute until I was squirming against him.

He leaned down, claiming my cold lips and warming them immediately. Then and only then, he thrust hard to the hilt in one smooth move, landing deliciously deep, his mouth muffling the sound of my moan. There was a vibrating, rolling sound in Repo's chest as he stilled inside me for a moment, his lips ripping from my lips and his forehead landing on mine.

When he lifted up, he started thrusting. Slow, but hard, each stroke forward sending us sliding slightly across the slick ground. My hands went to his back, digging in, as my legs crossed around his lower back, allowing me to take him as deep as possible on each stroke.

"Fuck, Maze," he growled, suddenly throwing his weight to the side, pulling me with him until I was lying over him. I laughed as I pressed up, planting my knees on the sides of his hips and taking over, my grinding a lot less practiced and smooth than his, my movements fast and frantic with no real rhythm. "Push up," Repo demanded, pushing at my shoulders until I sat back on my heels to look down at him. His hands slid up the fronts of my thighs, over my belly, moving to cup my breasts for a second before sliding back down to my hips and digging in, using them to force my hips into a quick, but steady pace as I felt the pressure low in my belly build, threatening oblivion as the sky kept raining down on us. "Faster," he demanded, thrusting upward into me as I stroked forward and back, hitting my G-spot each time. I leaned forward, planting my hands on his chest and worked my hips faster, every inch of my body tensing as I got closer.

Repo knifed up suddenly, one arm around my hips, the other under my ass, as he got back onto his feet. My legs wrapped around his back, my thigh muscles clenching hard to try to hold me against his slippery body. I felt my back slam into the trunk of a tree, both of his hands holding me under my ass as he started thrusting fast. One of my arms went around the back of his neck, the other went up above my head, curling around the tree trunk behind me, trying to hold myself in place as Repo pistoned relentlessly, offering an end to the coiled, almost painful pressure inside.

"Maze, come," he commanded as my moans became whimpers, my nails digging into his neck enough to leave marks.

Then, as if my body had been seeking the permission, I exploded, crashing louder than the thunder, exploding brighter than the lightening as I cried out his name.

One of his hands left my ass, taking away my support and making my leg fall and land numbly on the ground as he pounded harder, faster through my orgasm, getting closer to his own. His free hand moved to cup the side of my jaw as he planted deep, jerked hard and came, his deep blue eyes on mine the whole time and I felt a tremor in my belly at the intensity I found there.

As he came down, he rested his forehead to mine, taking deep breaths as my body trembled slightly from both aftershocks of my orgasm and the cold rain pelting my body.

"You alright?" he asked, pulling back to look at me. I felt the smile toying at my lips and he gave me an almost vulnerable-looking smile back. "Cold?" he asked, running a finger down my cheek.

"We just had sex in a thunderstorm," I observed, letting out a weird, strangled laugh.

"Hell fucking yeah we did," he grinned devilishly at me, looking way too proud of himself.

"Can I put some clothes on now?" I asked when he just stood there, one hand squeezing my ass, the other tracing up my side from hip to the side of my breast and back again.

"You can try but wet skin and tight clothes, honey, I don't see that working out for you."

"So I should just... stay naked you're saying?" I asked, head tilting to smirk at him. "It's almost like you planned it this way."

"Yep. Put in an order to the universe for a well-timed thunderstorm so I could have slip-n-slide sex in the woods just to be able to look at your body." He paused mid-smile, eyes dancing a little. "Though, I did miss something."

"Missed something?" I asked, feeling him slide out of me and sad at the loss of intimacy.

"Your ass, Maze, is a result of Divine design. Been having real impure thoughts about it since the first day you showed up."

"What kinda impure thoughts?" I teased, sinking my ass against the tree as he tried to turn me. It was too nice, too rare to experience Repo in a light, carefree way without fear of being found out for me to let the moment go so quickly.

"The kind that made me think about how it would look as I fucked you doggy style or..." he tapered off, brow quirking.

"Or?" I prompted.

"Or fucking it while working your clit and G-spot until you come so hard you're convinced nothing ever has, or ever could, feel as good as my cock inside your ass."

I swallowed hard against a second wave of desire overtaking my system. Then, lost for anything to say because I was pretty sure he was fully capable of making good on that promise, I turned slowly. There was nothing for a long minute, making the twisting feeling of insecurity coil in my belly. But then his hands moved out, stroking down from my shoulders, pausing at my hips, then whispering over my ass.