One Night in the Outlaw's Bed (8 page)

She sagged against him, sucking in a great lungful
of air, and feeling dizzy from the endorphins rushing through her veins. He
turned and started walking, but with her eyes closed and this heavy,
pleasurable sedation covering her, she didn’t bother opening her eyes and
seeing where he was going. But it was only seconds later and he had her on her
belly atop his bed. Every part of her body was numb, but in a very good way,
and it didn’t take her long to realize that Diesel wasn’t nearly finished with
her yet. He lifted her ass up until she was forced to get on her knees, but
with her upper body still flat on the mattress her lower half was popped out
obscenely.

“Fucking hell, baby, look at this ass.” He took hold
of her cheeks and squeezed them until pain lanced through her flesh. Over and
over he did this, and then he was slapping her ass cheeks with his open palms.
His spanks were intricately placed, never landing in the same spot twice, and
causing these little tweaks of heat to spear to her core. “You should see what
I see, baby.” He spread her cheeks, and the cool air smoothed along her back
hole. “You’re so fucking open and wet for me.” He leaned forward and ran his
tongue over her anus.

She snapped her eyes open. Never had a man done
anything remotely taboo like
this,
and gauging by her
past sexual experience this was taboo all the way. She opened her mouth to say
something, to say anything that could make sense of what was happening, but he
started fucking her in the ass with his tongue like he had with his cock in her
pussy. But it was when he started rubbing her clit back and forth with his
finger while he thrust his tongue in and out of her bottom that she came one
more time.

She collapsed on the bed, panting, her stomach
cramped, and her head feeling woozy. She was flipped over roughly, her breasts
shaking from side to side from the force, and she watched in arousal and
surprise as Diesel moved between her thighs and started jerking himself off. He
moved his palm over his dick faster and faster until his neck tendons strained,
his muscles contracted, and he came all over her lower belly and mound. His hot
cum came out in great white arcs, covering her flesh and the small thatch of pubic
hair at the top of her pussy. The sight shouldn’t have been hot, but it was.
When he was done he sagged forward, bracing one hand beside her head and breathing
out just as hard as she was. But after the post-euphoric buzz faded and reality
set in, she realized they had made a very, very bad mistake. He lifted his
head, maybe sensing the change in her, because Maggie sure as hell felt
different all of a sudden. Her eyes felt huge, and she shook her head in shock
at herself and the very irresponsible thing she had allowed to happen.

“We didn’t use a condom.” She pushed at his chest,
feeling pissed at herself and annoyed that she had let this irrational desire
for Diesel cloud her better judgment. She was on the pill to regulate her
periods, but that wasn’t one hundred percent foolproof either. Scrubbing her
hand over her face she couldn’t believe she had been so stupid. “I’m on the
pill, but having sex without protection—more than just birth control pills—was
so stupid, Diesel.” She was at least thankful that she still had one more month
of her pills left. With losing her job and not having insurance anymore through
her employer, birth control pills were not an extra expense she could afford.
If they had had sex next week when she would have been done with them, well,
that wasn’t even something she wanted to think about. He didn’t say anything
for several seconds, and she glanced over at him. He was staring at the
mattress with this hard expression on his face.

“Yeah, it was fucked up to not use a condom.” He
stood and started pacing, and although she shouldn’t be staring at the glory
that was his hard naked body, the way his now flaccid cock was still a very
impressive size, it was hard not to admire his form. The tattoo that covered
one of his hard, defined
pecs
was the small design of
the patch that covered the back of his cut. The sight of the darkened
motorcycle over those claw marks, and the way the words “Grizzly” and
“Colorado” lined the top and bottom part of that design, was so detailed and
intricate that it was frightening as well as beautiful. But a man that wore a
tattoo like that, a brand of his affiliations, meant he was dangerous. And she
had just let him fuck her.

He paced a few times and stopped to pick up their
clothes that were in his kitchen a few feet away. He came back over to toss
them on the bed before turning and disappearing down the hallway. He had grown
so silent, and the air was pressurized around him. The hairs on her arms stood
up when he came back with a wet rag. He looked
so
unsure
for a few seconds as he stood in front of her with the washcloth, but she took
it out of his hand and thanked him. She sure as hell wasn’t about to clean
herself in front of him. She stood and went into the bathroom. Once the door
was shut she hurriedly cleaned herself and looked at her reflection in the
mirror. The woman that stared back at her looked like she had been thoroughly
fucked. Dark hair a hot mess around her head, a blush covering her cheeks, and
lips that were red and swollen was her current appearance. She shook her head
again and left the bathroom. He sat on the bed with only his jeans on, but they
were left unbuttoned. The defined ridges of his six
pack
and that V of muscle that disappeared beneath the denim were clearly visible.
He glanced up at her, and she quickly went to the bed to get dressed. Standing
in front of him naked while he was dressed was not an option.

“I’m clean.”

She slowed her movements and looked over at him once
those words left his mouth. Pulling her shirt on the rest of the way, she sat
on the bed now fully dressed and played his words over in her head.

“I always wear a condom, but I also get tested
weekly.”

Her stomach cramped at that thought. Someone would
have to have a lot of sex to need to get tested that frequently.

“I got tested last week and haven’t fucked anymore
since then.
Not until you at least.”

She saw the image of that skank all over his lap
just earlier tonight, and her thoughts must have shown on her face because
Diesel responded.

“Yeah, I may touch those club whores with their
clothes on, but I don’t fuck every one of them that rubs her shit all over me.”
Diesel growled out the words, but he didn’t sound angry.

She looked away, because even if she knew he slept
around a lot, she shouldn’t think such vile things about what he did in his
sexual life.

“You said you always use a condom.”

He nodded.

“But you didn’t even consider it with me.”

He glanced over at her. “I didn’t hear you saying
anything about it either.” No, she hadn’t, and that had heat rising to her
face. He sighed heavily. “Listen, what we just did was irresponsible in every
way, and I have no excuse except to tell you my bear was in control. That was
the first time in my life my animal had ever been so fucking intent on taking
part, and my human side wasn’t strong enough to keep it back.” He ran his hand
through his hair and leaned forward to rest his forearms on his thighs. “It’s a
piss poor excuse, but that’s the truth.”

“Listen, it isn’t just one person’s fault. I was
just as frenzied as you were.” There was a small part of her that felt a bit
awkward having this conversation and feeling these things, especially after
what they had just experienced together, and to say it was a big bucket of ice
water over their once raging wildfire was a pretty accurate description. He
didn’t say anything, but he was still focused on her.

She stood and searched for her shoes. She had kicked
them off in the kitchen, but she couldn’t find them now. She gave up
momentarily and rested her ass on the back of the couch. “I’m clean, too.” God,
it was almost shameful for her to be having this conversation. She had been
with a total of two guys, both of whom had come within ten minutes of sticking
it in her. They certainly weren’t as potent or masculine as Diesel, but having to
tell someone that she didn’t have any STDs was bizarre and humiliating, in a
way.

“I know. Maggie?” He must have been waiting until
she looked back over at him because he didn’t say anything else until she did.
“Listen, it is what it is. We can’t go back and change anything. You’re clean,
I’m clean, and you’re on the pill. No worries, okay.” He didn’t phrase that as
a question. He stood, and although he was trying to go for this unconcerned
persona, she could see that his was angry. Whether it was with
himself
or with her was left to be determined, but right now
all she wanted to do was go home. This experience hadn’t been what she thought.
Physically it had been so, so much more than she ever expected or dreamt about.
But there hadn’t been any cuddling, and
no
pillow talk
or soft caresses along her bare flesh. Even if their conversation hadn’t gone
down this path and they were a hell of a lot more careful, she had known that
there wouldn’t have been that stuff afterward anyway. But she had at least
hoped to sleep beside him and not feel like one of his one-night stands, even
though that was exactly what this had been.

She swallowed and nodded. “Yeah,” Of course she
would. She might trust people to an extent, but this little sexual encounter
had earned
her a
trip to the doctor. “Maybe you could
just take me home?” She didn’t expect Diesel to ask her to stay, but she also
didn’t expect him to all but jump up, put his shirt and cut on, and haul ass
toward the door. He grabbed the keys to his Harley and opened the door, but
stopped and looked over his shoulder.

“I think taking
you
home
is probably a good idea. Tonight was … nice, Maggie.”

She looked away when he said the last part. She
would not get even more humiliated.

You knew this
was the outcome, knew that this would only be a short experience with him, and
if you’re disappointed at the outcome it is your own fault.

Maggie nodded and spotted her shoes on the other
side of the butcher block
.
Once on
she followed Diesel out of the cabin and to his bike. He had a cigarette
between his lips and lit the end. She watched him inhale, and he flicked his
eyes toward her. “I don’t normally smoke.” She didn’t respond, because really
she didn’t care. He didn’t smoke, yet he had a pack? Or he only smoked when he
was stressed or pissed like some people did? He straddled the bike and handed
the helmet over to her without looking at her. Yeah, she just needed to get
home, put this behind her as one of those experiences that was good and bad,
and move on. She had given herself to Diesel, helped to ease this ache deep
inside of her to have him—which hadn’t vanished in the slightest—and now knew
that maybe playing it safe was the best option. She didn’t say anything as she
put the helmet on and sat on the bike behind him, but then again neither did
he
.

He drove her back to her house, and although she
knew it wasn’t that far of a drive, it felt like an eternity with this weird
vibe moving between them. He pulled up to the curb in front of her dad’s house,
and she climbed off and handed him the helmet back. For a moment all she did
was stand there, and she should have said bye and headed inside, but even that
felt weird. Maggie had never been in this situation where there was this after
sex awkwardness. All of the guys she had slept with before, she had been in a
relationship.

“I’ll see
ya
around,
Maggie.” He was watching her, and she glanced down and watched as he kept
curling and uncurling his fingers around the handlebars, but he must have
noticed where her focus was because he stopped. She lifted her eyes back to his
eyes and felt her mouth go dry. There was heat in the light blue depths, but
there was also this almost frightening quality in them. “Take care of
yourself.” But he didn’t wait for her to say anything, just put the helmet on,
pulled away from the curb, and headed down the street until he turned the
corner and his headlights disappeared.

She stood there for several seconds just staring at
the now empty street, breathing out and turning to head into her father’s
house; she didn’t miss the movement from the living room curtains. The porch
light flickered on and the front door open, and she groaned internally when her
dad stepped out onto the porch. His beefy arms were crossed, and his face set
hard, but with his light blue velour bathrobe the whole intimidating appearance
was lessened. Of course her night would end like this. It seemed fitting.

She didn’t say anything as she moved past her dad
and stepped into the house. He followed her inside and shut the door. And the
tension in the small foyer intensified. Going to bed and not having to talk to
her dad about this would be ideal, but it was also not going to happen. She
turned around, just wanting to get this over with.

“I tried calling you, Maggie.”

She breathed out. “I’m sorry, Dad. I left my bag
here with my phone in it. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

He didn’t move, didn’t even respond to what she said
until several moments had passed. “Care to tell me what in the hell you were doing
out with a Grizzly member?” Her dad was in his early fifties, but for his age
he was still in shape. Being in the military for years had him following
certain rules when it concerned his life. He could be just as scary as any MC
member.