Slate (Rebel Wayfarers MC) (15 page)

She was making little noises deep in her throat as he stroked and licked faster. Separating her folds, he carefully pushed one thick finger deep inside her, thrusting and withdrawing in time with the movement of his mouth and tongue. She twisted on the bed, tugging firmly on his hair.

He withdrew his finger, lined up a second one with the first, and slid them both deep inside her. Thrusting in and out smoothly, he was finger-fucking her hard while sucking sharply on her clit, listening to her cries of passion.

Her thighs tightened alongside his head as she shattered, and he kept eating at her as she came. She called his name breathlessly as she came powerfully, and then quieted, stroking across his head with the palms of her hands. Curling her fingers under his jaw, she pulled him gently upwards until she could reach his shoulders. Urging him up on the bed, she guided him to her face, and kissed him deeply once he was within reach.

“I taste myself on your lips,” she whispered against his mouth. He felt her lips curve up, and knew she was smiling. She lifted against him, pulling him into another kiss as she arched and stretched.

Andy was counting from one to ten over and over, trying to rein himself in. God, he wanted to bury himself inside her, letting her walls that had felt so silky against his fingers wrap themselves tight around his cock.
Fuck. One, two, three...so soft...Fuck.

He kissed her deeply, his mouth slanting over hers hard as their tongues slid and thrust against each other. Pulling back a little to catch his breath, he raised his hand, stroking his fingers across her cheek. Deliberately, he slowed down the kiss, making it less deep, less frantic.

She moved, and he felt her fingers slip into the waistband of his shorts. “Baby,” he started but had to stop when she wrapped her hand around him, taking his breath away. Her fingers didn’t reach all the way around the girth of his cock, but she gripped him tightly. He tried again, “Ahhh...beautiful, you should…” and stopped again as she stroked him firmly, pumping up to the rim and then down to the root twice.

Charlotte rolled, facing away from him, shifting her grip on his cock and wiggling her ass backwards. She positioned him against her opening, wiggling again and dipping the head of his cock inside her.

“Baby, stop. Stop. Let me put a condom on.” Shifting his hips away, he slipped out of her. He ripped the foil and quickly rolled the sheath down the length of his cock, looking over at her waiting on him so impatiently. Moving back into position behind her, he let her grip him again with her little hand, thrusting firmly through her fingers and then stilling, letting her set the pace.

Arching her back, she pushed her ass backwards again, tipping her hips to line them up. Andy gripped her hip and slowly began sliding into her, feeling her heat engulf him.

Pausing when he was inside a few inches, he struggled to speak, “Ba—” sigh, “Baby, tell me if it’s too much. You have to tell me; I don’t want to hurt you. God, you feel goo—”

She pushed back, taking him inside to the root, grinding her hips down into his crotch as she stole his breath and voice away. She groaned out loud, and tucked her chin down to her chest. Sliding her hand down and around her belly, she reached between her legs and stroked him where they were joined.

“Beautiful, I’m going to move. You ready?” he growled, listening for her approval. When it came, he slowly slid out of her to the very tip, then stroked back into her deeply. He focused on the welcomed additional pressure of her fingertips touching his cock between her legs.

Establishing an even, smooth rhythm, he leaned his forehead against her back as his fingers wrapped around her hip, pulling and pushing her against the movements of his thrusting. He was deep inside her when he felt her inner walls begin to tighten and clamp hard around him.

“Andy. Oh, Andy, I’m going to come again,” she cried, tipping her head back into his shoulder. He kissed her cheek, then pressed his forehead against her back again. His climax was so close; the tingling deep in his belly was growing, moving down, lifting his sac tight against his body. He was moving faster in response, but he needed to wait for her, thinking,
God, please, go now. Soon, please
.

“Come for me, oh God...please.” Abandoning his deep thrusts for shorter, faster pumps of his hips, he called out, “Come for me, Lottie.” The new rhythm pushed her over into another orgasm, and he felt her clamp tightly around him as the muscles in her whole body tightened. She grew still, pushing back firmly against his cock and holding there.

A few short, frantic thrusts later, he groaned his release into her ear, growling her name as he stiffened and came, emptying himself inside her.

They settled down into the bed, muscles slowly relaxing and loosening. She moved a little and his cock twitched, his stomach muscles jerking. She gasped, and he heard the smile in her voice. “Andy, that’s naughty.” He tightened his muscles again, deliberately moving his cock inside her as she squeezed down on him.

“Point made,” she said with a laugh, and he shifted, slipping slowly out of her. She made a little sound of disappointment, then turned onto her back so she could reach his face. Stroking down his cheek with the backs of her fingers, she turned her hand to let her fingertips play across his lips. Tugging on his bottom lip, she pulled him down for a kiss.

“Thank you,” she sighed against his mouth, “that was wonderful.”

“Oh, beautiful, it was wonderful for me too.” He kissed her again. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I tried to be careful, but you were so hungry and ready.” He chuckled darkly.

“I know, and no, you didn’t hurt me,” she yawned, “but you did wear me out, sir.”

He kissed her one more time, smiling. “Wait here, baby. I’ll be back in a minute. Let me clean up.”

He slipped out of bed, taking care of the condom and coming back with a warm, wet washrag. Gently and carefully, he cleaned between her legs, depositing a lingering kiss there before he covered her up with the sheet. By the time he returned to her bed, she was nearly asleep, turning drowsily in his arms and snuggling into him.

He lay next to her, listening to her breathing far into the night. He smiled softly when she made noises in her throat and wrapped herself around him tightly, wedging her baby belly into his hip. She was so sweet, and desperately in need of a support system, and he had an idea where they could find one for her. As he dozed off to sleep, he was still making plans in his head.

***

“Let’s go for a ride again today, beautiful,” he said idly, looking out from the porch and taking a drink from his coffee. He glanced over at Lottie, seeing her smile as she anticipated the wind in her face again.

He’d already made a couple of calls that morning, waiting for her to wake up. He knew she didn’t have to work today; she’d mentioned that yesterday evening at dinner. Now, he just needed to get her on the bike, and that meant they needed to get out the door.

“Go get dressed; let’s hit the road for a couple hours,” he told her as he tossed the rest of his coffee into the yard, and then took his cup inside, washing it in the sink. He straightened his things in the guest bedroom, not quite packing, but readying everything. He’d probably be on his way tomorrow; it was time to get moving again.

Andy worked their way south on country highways, gradually angling towards the town of Longview. He’d gotten directions earlier, and was waiting to feel her hands tighten on his shoulders when she realized where they were headed.

Anytime now
, he thought. They were close enough now that she might...her fingers gripped him like vises, and her breasts and belly pressed into his back suddenly. “Andy don’t go this way. Let’s head home, okay?” she called to him.

He shook his head, making the last turn that would bring them to a house on the corner, a house with dozens of motorcycles parked in the margins of the yard and in the wide driveway. Idling into that driveway, he pulled about a bike’s length in before rolling to a stop.

“Andy, this is
not
a good idea,” she spoke firmly into his ear, her hands tight on his shoulders. “In fact, this is a
terrible
idea.”

He shook his head, seeing the faces in the windows and shadows approaching the doorway from inside of the house. “It’s a great idea,” he said, shutting off the bike’s engine. He put down the kickstand, but remained sitting on the bike, keeping it balanced.

A gruff voice called from the porch, “You in the right place, man?”

Andy grinned. “I think so. Is Blackie here? I’m told he’s around most days.”

“You don’t fucking know me, motherfucker,” the same gruff voice called. “Don’t have my name in your mouth if you don’t know me.”

“Sorry, man, I didn’t mean to offend,” Andy called towards the house. “I brought a friend to visit you.” Andy leaned his head to one side as a tall, stocky man stepped to the edge of the porch.

The man ran his hands through his hair, disheveling it as he peered down the driveway to where they sat. He froze for a second, squinting, and then he shouted with pleasure, “Peaches! Fuck me running, baby girl. Where the hell have you been?” Blackie jumped off the porch, and his long legs ate up the distance between the porch and the bike.

Lottie reached out her hand and Andy gripped it, steadying her as she dismounted. She turned her back to the approaching man, taking off her helmet and setting it down. Andy tilted the bike over, resting it on the kickstand as he grinned back towards her.

He didn’t see Blackie’s face when she turned around and he recognized her condition, so Andy was totally blindsided when a huge fist landed on the side of his head, knocking him sideways and off the bike.

His head was buzzing loudly, and he couldn’t get his bearings as he lay on the gravel of the driveway. He tried to slap the hits away as they came, pounding into his ribs and his head. Dimly, from far away, he heard shouting, and gradually the beating ceased, and then hands were helping him up.

He brushed the hands away, taking an unsteady step backwards, tripping, and being pulled back upright by hands under his arms. The men released him again and stepped to the side, out of reach.

Shaking his head sharply, he squinted to focus on the man in front of him. Blackie was holding Lottie carefully, like she was china and about to break. He was smiling joyfully down at her face, running his hands over her shoulders and arms, and then back up again to cup her cheek. It looked like he was memorizing her, or remembering her. Either way, it was an indescribably sweet and tender moment. He cared for her a great deal; that much was obvious.

“Fuck me,” Andy groaned. “Was that fucking necessary?”

Blackie had the grace to look a little sheepish and apologized, “Awww, sorry, brother. All I saw was Peaches knocked up, and I saw red, man. That shit caught me totally off-guard—first, seeing her after so long, and then like this.” He placed a large hand over her belly, and looked down into her face as his tone softened again. “Missed you, babe. Missed you a fuckuva lot.”

He scowled back over at Andy, his face darkening alarmingly. “Is this your baby, you son of a bitch? I don’t see no fucking ring on her finger. You ashamed of your woman? She your old lady, motherfucker, and you’re ashamed of her?”

Andy put up his palms. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let Lottie talk, man. It’s not my kid; I’m a friend. It’s all good.”

Lottie was grinning up at Blackie, waiting on him to look at her again before she spoke. “Hey you,” she said, and snuggled her face into his chest, “Andy was my ride here to see you; he’s not the baby’s daddy, Blackie. Don’t hit him anymore, okay?”

Andy echoed, “Yeah, don’t hit me anymore.”

Blackie tipped her chin up with his fingertips, his eyes searching her face for something. He must have found it, because his face darkened again as he said, “Come inside, Peaches. Let’s go have a chat with your friend,
Andy
. You were riding tail on his fucking Indian, goddammit.” Frowning, he reached a hand out and grabbed Andy’s shirt, half-dragging him towards the house with them. “That needs a chat.”

They swept through the door and through the front room, where a dozen bikers lounged around on couches and chairs, and a few women scattered among them. Blackie kept going beyond what looked like a meeting room with a bar in the back, and into a kitchen on the backside of the house. He carefully sat Lottie down in a chair, and then dropped a kettle on the stove, pulling out a mug and teabag. Glancing at Andy, he asked, “Beer, coffee?”

Andy gave him a chin lift. “Beer.”

Voice soft, Lottie asked, “You still have my tea, Blackie?” The big man looked at her and nodded, not speaking. He reached into the refrigerator, bringing out two dark brown bottles of beer, opening them one at a time with a sharp rap of the lid against the countertop. Handing one to Andy, he laughed. “You got balls—I’ll give you that, brother—riding up to the clubhouse without an invitation like that.” He took a long drink. “You’re lucky we were in an obliging mood; otherwise, it could have gone sideways for you.”

Andy nodded, curled the corners of his mouth down indifferently, and muttered, “Fuck me, that in the driveway wasn’t sideways, then? Seriously, not sideways?” He joined Blackie in a short round of laughter, holding his ribs.

The kettle started to whistle and Blackie gestured to a chair. “Sit.” Turning around and making tea for Lottie, he brought her cup to the table and sat down across from Andy. He was close enough beside her that their thighs were pressed together.