Beneath His Ink (Highway Reapers Motorcycle Club Book 3) (2 page)

She nodded and looked off into space as she demolished her pizza and half the pop. They were quiet until she was done eating. Sitting back in her chair, she looked satisfied and that was the look he wanted to keep on her face the entire night, or as long as they were renting the room. The awkwardness of the conversation — or maybe it was him that was awkward — was new between them, and he wanted to go back to the comfort.

“That’s the look I’ve been waiting for,” she said as she got up, walked over to his side of the table and straddled him. “I’m good and full, so now I’m ready to fuck.”

The look on her face was unlike the doubting ones he’d seen prior to this encounter. She’d thought he didn’t want to stop and snuggle with her, and she was right, but it wasn’t personal; he wanted to get away as fast and far as possible. While that was true, the other reason was that he could see the “What if he really did kill Bruce?” look on her face, and he would never admit how much that hurt. It shouldn’t have, but it did.

“Are you now?” He picked her up by cradling her ass in his palms as he walked her over to the bed. “Maybe I’m not ready to fuck you, yet. Did you ever think of that?”

“No. I could feel you were hard before I was fully seated on your cock. You want me as hard as I want you, but I like when you act like you don’t. It makes it more fun for me to convince you.” She squirmed on the bed, and he almost forgot the reason they were on the run and the reason he wanted to turn back. It was the look in her eye that had slowly started to change from caring to concerned, not concerned for him but concern for herself. Maybe he was paranoid or thinking of the thoughts that would be going on in his head, but he swore he could see the questions brewing, and they were asking if he could have been the person that killed Bruce. The accusations weren’t there now, just lust, and he was happy to see the return of that pure emotion across her face.

“It doesn’t look like you’re trying very hard.” He countered, wanting to hear the jovial tone of her voice.

“This isn’t one of the times I have to work for it.” She had moved from being on her back to up on her knees waiting on the bed as he pulled off his shirt.

“I think I’ll take a shower. We’ve been on the road for what feels like forever, and I just want to get clean.” He loved that her face fell. It shouldn’t have been this much fun to tease her, but damned if it wasn’t. Had he ever been attached to a woman so much that he just wanted to make her happy? Tyson didn’t think so. This was a once in his lifetime thing. Now he just hoped that it lasted. Hell, he hoped they both didn’t regret this whole affair because sometimes he didn’t see how they were going to get out of this unscathed. “Why don’t you come with me? Then I can get you filthy dirty before I wash you clean.”

Just like that, she perked up and hopped off the bed. She could really move when she wanted to. All he could see was pink skin and red hair as she dashed into the bathroom.

“You go pretty fast when you need to don’t you, sugar?”

“I have lots of hidden talents. Stick around, and you’ll see more of them.” That look of hers was back, and he wondered exactly what was going on inside her head. Was she thinking of him going to the prison she recently vacated, or was she thinking that she was going to get pinned with another bad rap? So many troubles clouded her eyes in the last few days, but he couldn’t do anything about them now. All he could do was give her tonight and hope in the next few days they could figure out how to get out of this fire that they’d jumped into from the treacherous frying pan they were in the other day.

“That is my plan, little lady, to stick around as long as possible.”

CHAPTER TWO

Ella watched Tyson shuck his clothes to the floor and tried to contain the gasp of arousal that always accompanied the first look at his body. The man was built like an old time fighter with stocky arms, thick thighs, and a sexy round ass. She was a small woman, and she loved snuggling and cuddling up to him. He was like a furnace with all the heat he generated. He was trying to find all the supplies they would need to take a shower together in the tub that wasn’t really made for two. She reached over to hold the cock that so fascinated her between her palms.

“Hold on, Ella,” Tyson chuckled like he usually did when she couldn’t wait for the party to get started.

“Why should I wait? Your cock is hard and standing up straight, so I’ll notice. I wouldn’t want to be rude to him. I like him.” Being with him made her silly, but she liked the lightheartedness of the situation. His smile was back. Not the one he’d been giving her the last few days — that smile was full of sadness and strife — but the one he had before he left to pay off Bruce. That was the smile she missed.

“Don’t want to be rude, huh? Well then why don’t you give him a little kiss? Since you want to listen to all my cocks demands…”

She didn’t think that they’d ever return to the playful banter and happy sex they shared before the murder, but she was happy it was back. Truthfully, she thought some of it was her fault. There were times when a stray thought would cross her mind, and they weren’t good. The only person who really knew who she was with him was Bruce, and he’d been murdered. It didn’t make sense that Tyson would do something like that, but how much did she really know about this man? He ran off with the money, presumably to pay Bruce, but then returned saying there had been a gruesome murder in his apartment, and the man he’d gone to pay their debts to was gone.

Would he have come back if he paid Bruce and had satisfied the obligation for the both of them? She was risking going back to prison if she didn’t meet with her parole officer, and her anxiety had been getting worse and worse the closer the date she was scheduled to check in. When Tyson said he wanted to turn around earlier she almost cried. She wanted to rest because she was so overcome with emotion and gratefulness she was shaking. The only thing she was worried about now was if they were going to take him down for this crime, and since she was already a convicted criminal if him being with her hurt his case. She couldn’t think about that now because she wanted this night to be something they both would remember.

“What’s the matter, Ella?” His smile had dropped, and he was looking serious again. She dropped to the floor trying to get to his cock before he could ask her any questions, but she should have known that wouldn’t work. “Ella?”

He pulled her up against him, and although his cock was still hard, it wasn’t as full as it was before.

“It’s nothing,” she said wanting him to forget that little lapse where she was reliving what was going on with them. They were supposed to be celebrating and making memories in case these were the last ones they’d be able to make together, but she’d gotten stuck and he’d noticed.

“It’s not nothing. Don’t hide whatever you’re feeling from me. We need to be able to communicate. If you want to say something to me or ask me something, then let me know. We need to be able to trust each other since we are all we have.” His steady gaze beckoned her to tell him the truth of how she was feeling, but now was just not the time. The mood would be broken, and she didn’t know how much time they both had together.

“I don’t want to talk about anything right now. I just want to rub on your body indecently and be filled by your thick, hard cock. We have a long ride back to the city, so we can talk on the road. Right?” She looked at him and waited to see what he’d say about her request. He nodded even though he looked like he didn’t really want to let it go. “Can I taste my cock now?”

“So now it’s your cock? When did that happen?” His smile was back even though it didn’t quite reach his eyes, and she lowered herself to her knees again so she could enjoy rubbing his cock over her lips, teasing both of them as she played with his member.

“When I licked it, it became mine,” she explained and watched as he stood transfixed on her mouth that didn’t open far enough to stick the tip in but enough to let her tongue out to flick around his bulbous head.

“I’m not sure that’s the most logical reason to think it’s yours, but I’ll agree. Hey, that means I own a lot of your stuff too. I’ve been doing my fair share of licking your lovely body.” His breaths were hitching, and she knew it was from excitement. She was excited too.

“You men… you’d say anything to get your dick in a mouth.”

He grinned but couldn’t deny her words as he stood there and continued to watch the show she was putting on for him.

“Do you have anything else to say?” She wondered why she liked to get him all riled up and over heated. Was it because she wanted him to feel like she did? Or maybe it was that he was so calm, cool, and collected, she enjoyed when he lost a bit of that self-control? Whatever the reason, she enjoyed baiting him; she could tell that her time of him losing control was soon. His hand gripped air like he wanted to grab her hair and guide his cock to occupy the space between her lips.

“Suck my cock like you mean it. You’ve got five seconds to get started or it’s my turn and you won’t taste anything of mine for a good long while.” He threatened, and she couldn’t hold back the laugh that filled her.

“You are threatening me with not sucking your cock? I don’t think I know what to say to that.” She still had a grip on his cock but couldn’t get her giggling under control.

“We both know that you enjoy sucking me off almost as much as I love the taste of your pussy on my tongue, but if you don’t stop playing, I’m going to get to play with your body first and I may never let you get a turn.” The expression on his face said he meant it, and she was amazed that he knew her so well. That was quite a threat, and now that she knew he was serious she figured she’d better get to it.

Slowly she opened her mouth and sucked the head of his dick between her lips. She could bend the rules a bit and see what happened.

“Ella,” he said in a low hiss that sounded like a warning.

“You didn’t say it couldn’t be slow. I like to tease you, and anyway you said that you wanted to make this dirty before we got clean… this is the dirty part. The nasty, sexy, dirty part. Tell me you don’t like when I make your abs jump and your balls tighten. You know you are going to be sucked just the way you like it.” She licked her tongue from the base of his cock to the very tip before taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. She wrapped her hand around his thick stalk and pumped him as she sucked him hard. “If you’re a good boy.”

He took hold of her head and began thrusting into her mouth. Not deep enough to be uncomfortable, but they both knew she loved it when he took control. Ella was so turned on by the grunts and moans that were begrudgingly escaping from Tysons mouth that she had to put her hand between her legs to get some relief. She was almost stunned when she was jerked to her feet.

“You don’t get to play with that pussy before I do, and I’m not a good boy.” Tyson kissed her wet mouth, and she forgot she was upset to have one of her favorite toys taken from her mid suck. She held on to him for dear life. This is the way she wanted to feel all the time… free, happy and thrilled by what could happen the next minute. She sent up a silent wish that this would all be worked out soon. It probably wouldn’t work because she hadn’t believed in wishes or prayers for a good long while but maybe something would happen.

He broke away from her kiss and turned on the water for the shower, and she almost chuckled because she’d totally forgotten that they were supposed to be taking a shower. The steam built up in the small bathroom, and the mood changed somewhat. She wanted urgent. A fast fuck against the wall with water pelting against her back and wet skin slapping from his hard thrusts but he’d calmed it way down. How the hell did he do that? It was something she needed to learn how to do.

He gestured that she should get in the shower, and he followed right behind her. She didn’t need to worry about what was going to happen because he seemed to have a plan and didn’t need assistance. She was under the water enjoying it coating her body with warmth when he turned her so she was away from the water with her back toward him and he was under the stream. It appeared as if he wanted to start with her hair, as he uncapped the small bottle of shampoo and filled his hands with it before closing the bottle and starting to work up a lather. She had very thick hair and she didn’t know if the small comb they had by the sink would be able to do the trick getting the knots out, but just getting a glimpse of how pleased Tyson was to be playing in her hair was enough to make her not say a word and enjoy his amateur beauty shop experiment. Ella would worry about the knots and tangles another day. Hell, the way he made her feel, she’d have let him tangle it all up and just cut the shit off when she got a chance.

“I love your hair,” he said like she had done some magic trick. She never really liked her bright red hair. It was always too bold, too noticeable, too intense, and way too fucking thick, but she liked that he liked it… a lot.

“Thank you.” She loved listening to him talk about something about her he enjoyed, but with his hands in her hair and the cocoon feel of the shower, it was a lovely decadence she wanted to experience every day.

“It feels like silk. There are times when I’m fucking you, and I twist my hands in it that I just want to rub it on my cock and stroke myself off with it.”

“Really? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of my hair inspiring anyone to do something like that, but when we get back to the real world and I have some conditioner and a good comb, I think you should go for it.”

He laughed deeply, and she was surprised at how that sound went right to her core. It was almost as if he couldn’t believe he’d admitted that. “That’s not what I thought you’d say.”

“What did you think I’d say?”

“Not sure… but ‘go for it’ wasn’t it.” He continued to wash her hair until he was satisfied, but then he turned her around so he could wash it all out. Moving to get a bar of soap, he lathered it in his big hands. She couldn’t see it, but she could hear how slick the soap was. She’d never been to a spa, but if this was anything like the experience you could get there, she could see why people would spend so much money to have themselves poked and rubbed by strangers.

Tyson placed his hands around her neck and began rubbing the soft suds around. Moving down to her shoulders and then her breasts, it was almost as if he was memorizing the way her body felt in his hands. She had warm water pelting her back and his deep sexy eyes along with his big firm hands exploring her front. Opening her eyes because she couldn’t not watch him, she couldn’t stop the sigh that escaped her lips. She could see the appreciation in his gaze as his eyes found hers.

“Turn around and let me get your back,” he murmured, and she did as he asked. Not wanting to turn away from his face because she loved to look at him as he pleasured her or as she gave him pleasure, she wasn’t going to stop wherever this was going. Placing his warm hands on her back, he kneaded and stroked from the top of her back to the curve of her ass. Up and down… up and down. He kept up the slow leisurely pace until he was sure she could come without much additional stimulation. She had her hands on the wall and was braced for whatever he wanted to give her.

“Hand me the conditioner.”

It took a few seconds until she realized he’d asked her something.

“What?”

“The conditioner… for your hair. Don’t you usually put some in after you wash it? I distinctively remember a few different types of bottles in the shower.” He sounded like he didn’t know much about hair supplies, but she was happy that he was trying.

She reached down to the small bottle that he’d set up on the rim of the tub and handed it to him. Watching him with his big hands trying to open that small bottle would have been humorous if she wasn’t anxious to get his hands back on her body.

“Do you need some help with that?” She loved the look of ‘fuck off I can do it’ on his face. Men. “I was just thinking of an article I read recently.”

The non-committed noise she got from him let her know that he thought she was going to give him some information he didn’t think he needed, but he surprised her.