Betting on Stocks (Dead Presidents MC Book 7) Page 14

  She laughed. “Let me know how that works out.”

  The impending doom her words implied struck a nerve. “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “In a motorcycle club, every relationship that means anything is defined. Until he puts a property patch on you, you’re free game and any guy in the club can hit on you.”

  I didn’t mind a little attention from the opposite sex. “I don’t see the problem.”

  “Right now, we’re watching the result of someone disrespecting you. Wonder how he’ll react the first time someone tries to put the moves on you.”

  The threat of Stocks getting all jealous probably shouldn’t turn me on, but it sure as hell did. My core temperature spiked until I was in danger of spontaneously combusting. “Again, I don’t see why that’d be a bad thing.”

  “You’re not the only free agent. Women are welcome to hit him up, too, and something tells me you wouldn’t handle that so well.”

  No. Imagining some girl with her hands on him had me ready to throw down. Now I was on fire for a whole different reason. I’d never been the jealous type, but the idea of anyone else fucking with him made me want to fuck a bitch up. The guys were wrapping up their fight, and I was tempted to march right up to Stocks and make it clear that if he so much as flirted with another woman, they’d never find her body.

  What the hell is wrong with me?

  Most likely noting the steam coming out of my ears, Naomi smiled knowingly. “That’s what I thought. You’ll wanna kill the bitch, and—as your best friend—I’ll have to help you. Then we’ll end up in jail, and Maya will be raised solely by a man who beats the shit out of other men in bar parking lots. You don’t want that for my sweet little girl, do you?”

  The assholes had finally had enough of a beating to quit. While Stocks and Eagle looked on, they helped each other up and limped away. The crowd started to disperse.

  “I like you two together,” Naomi said, looking me over. “He looks good on you. You need to lock that shit down. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna take my man home and work all that sexy adrenaline out of him.”

  I laughed as she hurried over to her husband, locked her arms around his neck, and tried to suck his face off.

  Stocks’s gaze met mine and he joined me, pulling me in for a kiss. When he released me, he asked, “You wanna get out of here?”

  Boy, did I ever. I also wanted to get him out of those jeans. “Please.”

  He pulled away to yell at Eagle over his shoulder. “We’re gonna head out, brother. Thanks for having my back.”

  Lips still locked with Naomi’s, Eagle waved us off.

  Stocks slid his arm around my waist, and we headed for the back door of the fire station. “You okay?” he asked. “You’re being kinda quiet.”

  No, I was not okay. I was a bundle of emotions, fears, and hopes that I couldn’t seem to process. I didn’t want to define our relationship, but I didn’t want to end up killing a bitch because he was a free agent, either. I wanted life to be easier, and for shit to just fall into place for once. Since I couldn’t find the words to voice any of that, I replied, “You fight well.” I sounded like an idiot. If I could have shoved those words back into my mouth, I would have. Instead, I played it cool and stopped in front of the building.

  Looking at me sideways, he punched in his code to gain us entry. “Thanks, but that doesn’t answer my question.”

  “I’ve never had anyone fight for me before.” That came out a little less awkwardly, but now I sounded like a loser.

  Pulling me into the building behind him, he met my gaze. “Are you serious?”

  Great. I was a loser. “I’ve never needed anyone to fight for me,” I clarified.

  Lines creased his forehead. “You don’t need anyone to fight for you now. Babe, you’re one of the toughest women I’ve ever met. That fight didn’t happen because I thought you couldn’t defend yourself. To be honest, I don’t even know what came over me. I heard them disrespecting you and… I lost my shit. I don’t care how capable you are, no one has the right to talk about you like that, and I’m not gonna stand for it. Ever.”

  The man was too good to be true, and Naomi was right, I needed to lock his ass down. I could tell him that, but I’d always been more about showing than telling. Feeling him hardening against me, I slipped my hand between us and gave his cock a little squeeze.

  His eyes widened. “Oh really?”

  “You planning to do something with this? Or are we just gonna stand here and chat all night?”

  He grinned and spun around, grabbing my hand to tow me up the stairs. Laughing, I lengthened my stride to keep up.

  When we hit the first landing, a door slammed. Tension filled the air. Slowing, we climbed a few more stairs before the girl who’d been holding Bull’s hand during our time around the fire pit turned the corner and plowed into Stocks. He didn’t budge, but she would have landed on her ass if he hadn’t caught her.

  “Lily? Are you okay,” he asked.

  “Sorry,” she said, wiping back tears. “I… I didn’t see you.”

  “What’s going on?”

  She pasted on a smile. “Not a thing; we’re just friends.” Her tone was anything but friendly. She swiped angrily at another tear.

  Stocks’s eyebrows rose. “Oh.”

  “Lily, wait!” Bull shouted.

  She glanced over her shoulder before pushing away from Stocks. “I gotta get out of here. Sorry again.” Then she sprinted down the stairs, disappearing out the back door.

  Bull appeared, hopping on one foot as he tried to put on his shoe. He took one look at us and said, “Hey. Have you guys seen Lily?”

  “She went out the back,” Stocks said, selling the poor girl out to his friend.

  “Thanks, brother.” Bull flew down the stairs and hit the door in a sprint.

  Looking after them, I asked, “What was that about?”

  “Lily likes Bull and I’m pretty sure he just friend-zoned her. I don’t think she took it well.”

  The friend zone, a black hole from which there is no escape. Poor girl. “It would appear not.”

  Dismissing them, Stocks closed the small distance between us and his eyes filled with lust. “But we can’t worry about that, because you were about to show me how horny you got from watching me fight.”

  “I was?” How did he even know about that? Maybe everyone got horny from watching fights? Maybe I should stage a mud wrestling tournament for his viewing pleasure?

  He nodded. Holding my gaze, he slipped his hand down the front of my pants, squeezing inside my panties before finding my damp folds. His eyes lit up. “Yep. I’d say you enjoyed the show quite a bit.” He dipped a finger inside my pussy and poked around a couple of times. With our gazes still locked, he popped his wet fingers into his mouth and licked them clean. “Mm. I love the way you taste, baby.”

  If I wasn’t soaked before, I sure as hell was now.

  Stocks gave me a knowing smile before grabbing my hand again. We burst into his room like we were outrunning the cops. He closed the door, trapped me against it, and reached for the hem of my shirt.

  We undressed in a flurry of clothes and kisses before Stocks released my lips to travel down to my breasts while stroking my folds.

  “If I knew watching me fight made you this wet, I would have thrown hands long before now.”

  I bucked my hips against his fingers, taking them deeper. He continued to finger me. Every stroke and probe took me closer to the edge, but I refused to go over it yet. Pulling away from him, I released a breathy, “Stop.”

  His labored breathing and thick, hard cock made it clear what he thought about my order. “You okay?” He looked over his fingers, probably checking for sharp nails. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  “Not at all.” Stocks always took such excellent care of me, it was time to return the favor. For once, I refused to be the first to come.

  “What’s going on? You’re kinda giving me mixed signals, babe.”<
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  “See if you can read this one.” I dropped to my knees and licked his shaft from balls to head.

  He sucked in a breath. “Jesus.”

  I couldn’t walk on water, but I could make him sing my praises, so I accepted the compliment and licked him again. I started out slow, and then built up speed and intensity. Over and over, I ran my tongue up his cock like it was a Tootsie Pop I was trying to get to the center of. When he started leaking pre-cum, I popped the head into my mouth and sucked him off.

  He groaned.

  Encouraged to keep at it, I took him as deep as I could. He hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered and I had to fight to keep from gagging, but I still couldn’t take all of him. He was just too damn big.

  “Holy shit. Fuck.” Steadying my head with both hands, he slowly pulled out before plunging back in. “Shit, that’s good. That’s real good, baby. Play with yourself for me.”

  I met his gaze and saw nothing but complete adoration. Dipping my fingers between my legs, I stroked my clit while holding his gaze.

  “That’s it. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”

  He fucked my mouth as heat pooled between my legs. He was right, I was soaked and growing even wetter by the second. Playing with myself while I sucked him off was hot as hell. If I didn’t let up, I’d break my promise to make him come first. Sliding my slick fingers back up to his cock, I palmed his balls, giving them a little squeeze. I lost his eyes as they rolled back in his head. He tried to pull away, but I reached around and grabbed his ass, holding him against me and sucking for all I was worth.

  “If you don’t stop, you’re gonna get a mouth full, babe.”

  Exactly what I wanted. I dug my nails into the meat of his ass, urging him to keep going.

  “All right. Open wide.”

  I did as I was told. We locked gazes again as he continued to hold my head while he found his rhythm.

  In.

  Out.

  In.

  Out.

  My jaw ached, but I refused to tap out.

  His muscles strained.

  Sweat beaded across his forehead.

  Harder.

  Deeper.

  Tears streamed down my cheeks from gagging.

  He shouted, and hot cum coated the back of my throat. I’d done it. I’d finally made him come before me. Feeling all sorts of proud of myself, I swallowed every last drop, sucking him clean before releasing his cock with a pop.

  He staggered a few steps backward before bracing himself against the wall. “Wow.”

  I licked my lips. “Your girl’s got skill.”

  His eyes softened. “My girl?”

  Now I wasn’t so sure. What if he didn’t want me? “I… uh…”

  “I like the sound of that, babe. A lot.” He dropped to his knees in front of me, cupping my face with his hands. “Don’t play with me. Does this mean what I think it means?” I wasn’t sure what he meant, but his intensity told me we were at least on the same page.

  “I want us to be exclusive.”

  His entire face lit up. “For real?”

  Emotion choked me up, so I nodded.

  “Holy shit! I get the best blow job of my life and an exclusive relationship with the woman of my dreams? I’m the luckiest motherfucker on this planet. Yes. Absolutely. Where the fuck do I sign up? Do I get a ring?”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. He was so damn ridiculous.

  He kissed me. When he pulled away, his eyes were blazing with something more than just desire. Standing, he offered me a hand. “Come on, baby, it’s time we take care of you now.”

  Stocks led me to the bed where he went down on me until I came. Then he climbed on top of me and we made out. Our lips stayed locked the entire time he fucked me, and when we came together, it was different than all the times before. This felt like more. It felt… special.

  After we finished, he spooned me. Brushing my braids out of his way, he kissed and nibbled on my neck, whispering, “Mine,” across my skin until I fell asleep.

  Stocks

  EXPECTING MONICA TO be hungover the next day, I was surprised when she woke me up by sliding a condom over my cock. “Good morning,” she said when she caught me watching her.

  “What are you doing down there?” I asked, trying to pretend that I wasn’t excited as hell to have her waking me up like this.

  “Well, your boy here is hard and bored, so he woke me up and asked me to throw on a saddle and ride him like a wild stallion.”

  The goofy demeanor of my quick-witted beauty never ceased to amaze me. I still couldn’t believe she wanted to be exclusive. I should have kicked someone’s ass for her the first night I met her. Too late for that now, so I focused on the situation at hand and smacked her bare ass. “Better mount up, cowgirl.”

  Grinning, she straddled my hips and slowly lowered herself onto my cock. Her hot, wet pussy was more than ready and I slid right in. “God, you feel so good,” she breathed.

  “You feel wet.” I grabbed her tits, giving them each a squeeze. “What has you so horny this early in the morning.”

  She leaned forward, balancing with her one hand on my chest, and started grinding against me. “A dream.”

  I perked right up at that. “A dream about what?”

  “It’s crazy.”

  “I like crazy.”

  She eyed me skeptically.

  “I’m serious. I want to hear about all your dreams.”

  She didn’t look convinced.

  I smacked her ass again. “Tell me, Monica.”

  She blew out a breath. “You were fighting some guy in the Copper Penny parking lot. Then you knocked him out and shoved me against the wall. You were so amped up you ripped off my clothes and fucked me right there in front of everyone.”

  And it had turned her on enough for her to wake me up with sex. Curious, I asked, “We had a crowd?”

  She nodded. “A big one.”

  Feeling both excited and concerned, I probed further. “And you’re into having sex in public?”

  “I’m into fantasizing about it. Actually doing it… not so much.”

  I let out a breath. “I can fantasize all day long, but if someone actually saw you like this… I’d probably have to kill them.”

  “Noted. But that would probably turn me on and I’d have to attack you again. Then we’d be in this loop of rabid sex until we’re too old to smash.”

  I chuckled. “I don’t see a problem.”

  She kissed me. Her soft, plump lips melded against mine, feeling like they were meant to be there. Our kiss ended, and she pushed away from my chest to grind against me harder. Moving her hand, she rotated her pelvis and threw herself off balance. “Turns out this is a lot harder to do balancing on one arm than I thought it would be,” she admitted.

  Careful to avoid her soft, fleshy waist, I grabbed ahold of her sturdy hips and drove up into her. “Turns out you’ve got me fantasizing about fucking you hard against a wall.”

  She gasped. Her hand was still planted in the center of my chest.

  “Let go, babe. I got you.”

  She sat up straight, sliding her hand down my stomach.

  Using my grip on her hips, I started sliding her up and down my cock.

  She tensed, her inner control freak clearly coming out.

  “Trust me.”

  Blowing out a breath, she relaxed.

  Now that she was no longer resisting me, I picked up the pace, creating some much-needed friction. Her hot, wet channel felt so good sliding over my cock. I couldn’t believe how wet she’d gotten over a dream. Wanting to expand on her experience, I said, “Close your eyes.”

  She eyed me for a second before doing as she was told.

  Continuing to slide her up and down my cock, I said, “Imagine you’re in a circle of people watching me kick some guy’s ass. The second I knock him out, I stalk toward you. You can tell I’m horny as hell and you don’t know what to expect. Do you run away from me? Or do you stand there and wai
t for me to reach you?”

  The corner of her lips twitched, and more heat enveloped my dick. “I don’t run away from anyone.”

  “That’s my girl. When I reach you, I take your mouth with mine and rip off your clothes.”

  “Not one of my cute outfits. I should probably be wearing one of your T-shirts when this happens. And maybe some shorts I don’t give a shit about.”

  Even in her fantasies, clothing was sacred. I chuckled. “Okay. I rip my shirt and your shorts off you. You’re not wearing a bra or panties, so you’re left standing there naked in front of everyone.”

  She sucked in a breath.

  “And you’re fuckin’ beautiful. Sexy. Curvy. Every woman there wants to be you, and every guy wants to fuck you.” Just thinking about exposing her had me ready to rip the eyeballs out of anyone who happened to see her. Releasing her hips, I squeezed her breasts again. “But you’re all mine. Nobody can have you but me. As they watch, I suck on these perfect tits.” Popping a nipple into my mouth, I teased it with my tongue and teeth. “I play with this swollen clit.” Sucking on the other nipple, I massaged her clit with my thumb.

  She moaned, arching her back.

  Releasing her nipple with a pop, I gripped her hips again and started moving her against me. “Then I back you up to the wall and bury myself balls deep inside of you. One thrust and I fill you so full of me you cry out.” I gave her a little taste of what I was talking about.

  She gasped.

  Picking up the pace, I brought her down harder and faster against me. “With everyone watching, I fuck you until you call out my name.” Now slamming her onto me, I moved her so fast, she looked like a goddamn pogo stick hopping away on me. Tits bouncing, ass slapping against my thighs, her pussy so wet it drenched me in her sweet juices, I gave her everything I had and more until she finally called out my name and shattered around me.

  Then she collapsed on my chest and I wrapped both arms around her, giving us both time to recover.

  “That was… intense,” she finally said.

  Kissing her forehead, I squeezed her closer to me. “Yeah it was. I want to know all your fantasies, baby. I can’t promise to make them come true, but I can promise to fantasize with you.”