Strokes Vol #3 (14 page)

“Giving you your birthday present,” he drawled.

“Did Syl put you up to this?”

“Syl knows some things about me. Said you’d be into this. Are you?”

I craned my head around to look him in the eyes.

His dark brown gaze was narrowed.

“Not the way I saw our first date,” I muttered, my voice going all breathy because I couldn’t seem to catch it.

“I can’t think of a better way to get to know you…” He flipped up my skirt.

I shrieked and reached wildly behind me, but my skirt was up my back. When his fingers dragged down my panties, I bucked. “Oh my freaking God!”

My big white ass was there for all the world to see. For
Cooper James
to see. I melted over his thigh, my breaths shuddering out and tears welling in my eyes.

A hand cupped the hot side. “Nice, Brady.”

“You’re welcome, man,” biker dude said, chuckling beside us.

“So how many licks does the little lady get?” came Jason’s voice over the loudspeaker.

“Twenty-five,” shouted Syl and Heather.

“No, no, no.” I twisted again to glare at Coop. “I already got a dozen from the biker.”

Cooper’s mouth curved. “Not by me, sweetheart.
Count
.” His hand raised.

I jerked my head forward, body tensing.

The first slap burned like fire.

“Ow!” I wriggled, to no avail. “That hurt.”

“Good. You’ve been avoidin’ me for weeks.”

“I wasn’t avoiding you,” I whispered. “But I would have if I’d known you were a sadist!”

“Not a sadist, sweetheart, but I do like to make my woman hot.” He slapped me again. “Count.”

“Three!”

The strokes landed one after the other on the cheek Brady hadn’t been able to reach as he’d ridden me across the stage. My ass burned. But so did my pussy, blood filling my labia; moisture seeped from inside me. “They’re going to see!” I hissed.

“See what, darlin’?” His hand paused, lying on my bottom, but giving me a squeeze.

“That I’m we—”

He swatted me again, but this time at the center of my seam, fingers lingering, trailing in the wetness. His thighs bunched beneath my torso then widened. Something hard bulged against my soft belly.

“Fifteen,” I squealed.

“Yeah, let’s finish this up,” he said, his voice gruff now.

Swats landed on both cheeks then against the backs of my thighs. I lost count and repeated a number, but he didn’t seem to mind I was mathematically challenged. His chuckle made me wetter.

I skipped. “Twenty-five!” I screamed.

Laughter fell all around us. Fingers pulled up my panties and pushed down my skirt to cover my bottom. Biker dude grabbed my hand and dragged me up to stand beside him, an arm around my waist. He must have sensed my knees were weak, because right when I started to crumple, he held me against his side, turning me to the audience.

The women were laughing, clapping, but I didn’t care. I glanced behind me at Johnny Blaze, no,
Cooper James
, who pushed off his chair. My tongue thickened. Was that drool pooling in my mouth? Lord, he was a beautiful man—all hard angles and thick muscles with dark, short-cropped hair and wicked eyes.

Brady leaned toward my ear. “You gonna fall on your ass if I let you go?”

I snorted. “If I do, it’s padded.”

His smile flashed. “Padded just right. You ask Coop. You didn’t see his face, but he ’bout died when he bared it.”

I swallowed hard, forced a smile, and gave a small bow to the crowd. I took a step, but a hand gripped my forearm and swung me. Before I knew it, my ass was in the air again, my body bent over a broad shoulder. Glancing down, I didn’t need to see the yellow pants to know whose hard ass had me.

The walk through the curtains and down the hallway behind it was brisk. “Is there a fire?” I asked, bouncing on his hard shoulder.

“Yeah, in my pants.”

I barked a hoarse laugh. “You can put me down now.”

“We’re not there yet.”

The loud crash of the emergency door opening at the end of the corridor was the first indicator that Coop had something besides finishing my birthday-girl spanks on his mind. He strode into the parking lot.

I pushed against the sexy small of his back and tried to look around him. He was heading for a shiny red pickup. His. I knew because I’d watched him peel out of the station’s parking lot often enough.

A door slammed open, and he dumped me on the edge of the seat then tucked my legs inside. “Get your belt on.”

Had to admit, the gruff texture of his voice as he barked orders turned me on. I reached for the belt and buckled in, watching as he walked quickly around the front of the truck and climbed into the cab beside me.

With his head and chest bare, suspenders covering his nipples, I could barely draw a deep breath. And I needed it. My mind was whirling, my body humming with excitement. “Syl tell you to show me a good time? Does she pimp you out to all the girls?”

“You have a smart mouth,” he said, starting the ignition and putting the truck in reverse. The tires screamed as he pulled quickly out of the lot and hooked a left toward the highway and our own small town. “Makes me think of all the ways I want to stuff it.”

My jaw sagged. “That how you talk to your girlfriends? No wonder you’re single.”

“No, just to you. I’m going to be very clear. Don’t want to start this thing without you understanding a few things first.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and lifted my chin. “Like?”

His glance darted from the road to me. “Like, I want your bare cheeks on my leather seat.”

My expression must have been every bit as outraged as I felt.

His mouth twitched then flattened. “Now, Bridget. Ass on leather. Now.”

So you have to be wondering why I didn’t just tell him to fuck himself. I wanted to. But as soon as I thought the words, I knew I wanted the arrogant jerk to fuck me. Hard. Every way I’d always imagined.

He knew I was hot. I knew he was hard. There was no mistaking what tented his pants. And I wanted all that stuffed inside me. Right then. After sliding off the kneepads, I eased up and slipped off my panties, then pulled my skirt up in the back where it bunched. My ass sat on the cool seat, and my excitement leaked onto the leather.

“Pull it up in front,” he said. “I want to see your pussy.”

No protest from me there. I wanted him to see it, too. I pulled up my skirt, tucking it under the belt to keep it high, then went a step farther and opened my legs.

Leaning back, I gripped the belt above my shoulder and held very still, wondering what he’d do next, not believing that I was sitting beside my fireman, my lower half completely exposed. My breasts tingled, the tips pushing against my lacy bra. My pussy clenched.

His lack of reaction had my breath leaving in a slow disappointed drain.

But then the truck veered off the road.

I screamed and grabbed for the dashboard. He pulled quickly onto a gravel road, drove another thirty feet, then slammed the brakes.

My body jerked forward and back. Before I’d righted myself, he was out the door and stomping around the front. My door slammed open, his hands released the buckle then turned my body to face him, spreading my legs.

Just when I wondered if he was a serial killer who’d found just the right spot to bury me, he climbed onto the truck rail and leaned inside. His hands clutched the back of my head, and his mouth met mine in a fierce, blistering kiss.

I dug my fingers into his hot shoulders and held on. He rocked into me, his bare chest gliding against my clothing, and it wasn’t enough. I pulled back. “Please.”

His eyes closed. He drew a deep breath then leaned his forehead against mine. “Back at my house,” he whispered harshly, “I have the AC cranked low enough we can start a fire in the hearth. I have candles ready to be lit. Wine on the hearth with two glasses. Birthday cake in the fridge. I’ll give you roses, make it sweet…like you deserve.” His eyes opened, his gaze boring into mine. “But right now, Bridget, I need your hot pussy on my dick.”

I gasped, then gave a sharp laugh. “I don’t think a man has ever said anything that crass to me before.”

“Sorry, but I’m so hard right now, I can’t think.”

I smiled. “Didn’t say I didn’t like it…”

His head tilted. A grin stretched. “Scoot that butt off my leather. You’re gettin’ it wet.”

I ducked my head and flirted from beneath my eyelashes. “Sorry, didn’t mean to make a mess.”

“Yes, you did,” he said tapping my nose. “But I won’t spank you again—if you do what I say. Scootch.”

I edged closer.

His hands reached around me and cupped my buttocks. He stepped down, bringing me with him.

I snaked my arms around his shoulders. “I’m too heavy for this,” I said, thankful for the moonlight so he couldn’t see my mortified blush.

“Baby, I can handle you. Don’t worry.”

“I’m not little.”

“No, you’re not. But I like your curves. I like your soft ass. I can’t wait to fuck it, make you howl—but that’ll come another time.”

My mouth dropped open, and I shook my head. “Again, no man’s ever been that rude to me.”

“Honesty, baby. I’ll always give you that. I like your fleshy body. Like the way you bounce, all over, when you walk. It’s my thing. Syl knows. I’ve been hot for you since the first day I saw you walkin’ up the library steps. Knew I had to have that ass.”

Caught between dismay and a strange, shuddering joy, I readjusted my grip on his shoulders. “Hurt your back and I won’t be happy.”

“Afraid you’ll put me out of action?”

Laughing, I lifted my chin. “You want this ass? Well, I want something of yours too.”

He jostled me, gripping my bottom hard, as he ground his cock against my spread lips. “Am I lucky enough you want this?”

I gave him a narrowed glance. “I have to warn you. I read.”

His eyelids dipped, his smile broadening. “Got some fantasies I can help you with?”

“A few.”
Okay, a lot.
But that was for later, too. Once I knew him well enough, and once he wasn’t looking right at me when I told him. “We have a problem,” I said, walking my fingers across one sturdy shoulder.

“Do we?”

“You forgot something.”

“I have condoms in the glove box, but Syl told me you’re on the pill. I’m clean, sweetheart. Clean bill from my new-hire physical. She can show you.”

Nice having a friend who works for the town’s HR. “Not the problem I was talking about, but good to know.”

“Then what? Got a boyfriend I need to help you lose?”

“You know I don’t. I’m not exactly every man’s dream girl.”

“Baby, you’re
my
wet dream.” When I gave him a doubtful glare, he tsked. “I won’t ever lie. I want you, Bridget Luckadoo. Fact, is I like everything I know about you, everything I’ve seen. I’ve waited so long for a chance at you, I’m barely civilized.”

I rolled my eyes. “You still have your pants on.”

“You know what to do. I’ll just lean you against the truck…”

He did. I pushed his suspenders off one shoulder, then the other. He bent his chest to brace me and leaned his hips away as I clumsily shoved down his pants.

Lord, he hadn’t been wearing anything under them all that time. “What the hell? If you’d danced…”

“I had no intention of dancing for anyone but you.”

Now that his important bits were naked, I wasn’t in such a hurry. “What were you doing on that stage anyway?”

“Used to strip when I was going to school. I was young. It was easy money.” He shrugged. “I still have friends. They helped me set this up.”

“You went to a lot of trouble.”

“I wanted to make an impression.”

I waggled my eyebrows. “You did.”

He gripped my bottom, fingers digging into my still-warm skin. I gave a gasp, but smiled to let him know I liked it.

“No comin’ ’til I say so,” he growled.

Instead of sliding me down his dick, he stepped up again and laid me on the leather seat. My back slid on the wet spot I’d made. His hands pushed my thighs up and over his shoulders, then smoothed up the insides, stroking my knees, my soft inner thighs, before halting right beneath my shaved pussy.

His thumbs opened me, and he bent and blew a stream of air across my wet flesh.

I clenched, my cunt making a lewdly juicy sound.

Coop growled and ducked his head. His mouth closed over my swollen lips and sucked, tongue darting out to skim between my folds. When he flicked my clit, I gasped and bucked, my fingers digging into his thick hair.

He shook his head, and I eased my grip. He leaned back, his dark gaze glittering. “Now, these are the spanks I really wanted to give you.” He raised a hand and slapped my open cunt.

The impact shocked and thrilled me. His large hand covered my entire sex. His fingers slammed my cloaked clit. Again and again he slapped, the sounds sharper, the sting growing hotter. My sex swelled. My gasps became weak, mewling cries, and my bottom bounced on the leather as he drove me closer and closer to completion.

When he dragged his wet palm away, his nostrils were flared, his jaw tight and sharp enough to cut. “Open your shirt.”

My fingers fumbled as I obeyed. Then I went a step farther and unclipped my lazy bra.

His gaze locked on my naked breasts as he wiped his fingertips on my nipples. With a groan, he leaned over me to draw one spiked tip into his mouth.

There was nothing gentle about the way he gobbled me up. He was so eager, so rough, I nearly came from his strong, suctioning pulls.

He gave me a nip, then backed away, chest billowing as though he’d run a race.

My glance roamed his heaving, sweat-slicked chest, his taut muscled abs, and then dropped to his cock.

His glance dropped, and his smile was crooked as he gave himself one long stroke. His erection was massive—thick and long, the head blunt and fat.

“Turn. Bend over the seat.”

My glance flew up to lock with his. There wasn’t an ounce of mercy in his taut face. Beyond worrying whether he’d like the view, I did as he commanded, clumsy in my eagerness to obey. His hands guided me until I stood on the rail, my ass out the door but my torso draped on the seat.