Revive (Storm MC #3) (14 page)

“You sure know how to get a man excited, darlin’,” he growled.

His hands moved to grip my ass and his lips dropped to kiss my neck.  I arched my neck backwards, giving him full access to whatever he wanted.  He kissed his way up to my mouth and then devoured me with a kiss that would melt any woman’s panties off.  This man knew his stuff, and he was pulling me under a wave of lust that was making it hard for me to think straight.  All I could focus on was his musky scent, his hands on my ass, his mouth on mine and his cock that was hard against me, sending my need for him over the edge.

I reached for his zip and slowly pulled it down, letting his cock out to play.  He groaned when I grasped him and began moving my hand up and down his hard length.  “Feel good?” I asked, softly.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”  His breath tickled my ear as he spoke and then nibbled on me.

We lost ourselves to the pleasure; I continued to stroke his cock while our mouths and tongues danced together.  The vibration of the bike only heightened my desire, and I pushed myself closer, desperate to have him inside me.

He stilled my hand on his dick.  “Careful there, sweet thing, I want to come inside you, not in your hand.”  Reaching behind him, he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and grabbed a condom out.  Grinning, he gave it to me.  “You can have the pleasure, babe.”

Taking it off him, I said, “You love your cock, don’t you?”

“What the fuck’s not to love?”

He had a point. 

A minute later, I had the condom in place, and he pulled my dress up before positioning me above him.  I slid down onto him, and we groaned in unison.  He felt amazing, and I started moving in time with him.  This wasn’t going to take long; between the vibrations and his expertise, I was sure I was about to have one of the quickest orgasms I’d ever had.

“I think I love your cock, too,” I breathed out.

“We’re doing something wrong if you only think you love it,” he said in between thrusts.

I gently bit his lip before sliding my tongue in his mouth and kissing him.  Nash tasted of cherry soft drink and I decided it was my new favourite taste. 

He groaned into my mouth and pulled away a little.  “My lips are always at your service anytime you feel the urge to bite.  In fact, my whole body is up for that, baby.”

I smiled wickedly at him.  “That can be arranged.  You just call me whenever you want my teeth on you.”

He thrust hard and pulled me tight against him.  “I don’t think you’re understanding me.  My schedule is permanently open.”

Holy hell, he had a way with words, and I felt them in my core.  My toes curled as an orgasm started to take over.  My body had come alive under his touch and every nerve ending sizzled with desire. 

He knew how to read a woman.  “You’re close, aren’t you, baby?”

I was so close, I couldn’t form words so I nodded.  He moved his mouth to my ear, and whispered, “Come for me, sweet thing.  I want to watch you lose yourself and scream out my name.” 

His hot breath on my skin and the words he’d said sent me over the edge and I screamed out his name as I closed my eyes and orgasmed. 

“Fuck,” he muttered and picked up his pace, thrusting in and out as he chased his own orgasm.

His body shuddered a minute or so later, and he stilled as he came.  His head dropped down onto my shoulder and I felt his heavy breaths on my skin as he found himself again.

When he lifted his head, he had a lazy smile for me.  “Ready for round two?”

I grinned at him.  “You need to take care of my other needs first, baby.”

He cocked his head to the side.  “And what would they be?”

“Well mainly I need a drink, but a woman also likes a bit of sweet talk in between rounds.  Do bikers do that shit?”

He chuckled.  “I’m all about the sweet talk, darlin’.  You should know that about me by now.”

“Okay then, take me inside, give me a drink and some sexy talk and then I’m all yours again.”

He smacked my ass.  “Off; I’ve got shit to do so I can get my cock back in you.”

I obeyed his command and pulled my dress down after I got off his bike.  He eyed me and murmured, “That dress is going the wrong way, baby.  It needs to go up, not down.”

“And the sexy talk begins,” I joked.

He switched off his bike and got off before pulling me close.  “That’s not sexy talk darlin’.  Your legs won’t be able to hold you up when I begin the sexy talk,” he promised.

Good Lord, Nash Walker was something else; my legs were already going weak just at the thought of his sexy talk.

***

I
opened my eyes and had to squint to deal with the sun streaming through the window.  Shifting in the bed, the hand around my waist tightened and pulled me backwards.  My ass hit Nash’s erection and he groaned.  “See what you do to me, sweet thing,” he murmured, sleepily.

Smiling, I said, “Good morning to you, too.”

His lips brushed across my shoulder as he swept my hair out of the way.  “It’s a good morning already.”

I turned in his arms and promised, “I can make it better.”

His face lit up.  “I dare you.”

His wish was my command, and I slowly made my way down his body, licking and gently biting as I went.  Every time I bit him, he groaned.  I guessed that meant he really did like the biting.  When I got to my destination, I took a moment to admire Nash’s cock.  He was blessed; his cock was one of the largest ones I’d ever had the good fortune of meeting.

“He doesn’t bite, darlin’,” he promised.

I raised my eyes to his.  “I’m just admiring the merchandise for a moment.”

He moved his arms to rest behind his head on the pillow and stretched his body before asking, “You like what you see?”

“Oh, I do.  In fact, maybe I’ll just continue to admire it rather than play with it,” I teased him.

He wasn’t even fazed by my teasing.  Grinning, he said, “No worries, sweet thing.  I like your eyes on my cock, and besides, it just means that I can admire your tits for a bit longer while I imagine how good your mouth is going to feel wrapped around me.”

I sat back on my knees and watched as his eyes dropped to my chest.  Nash’s gaze on me was almost as good as his hands on me.  I massaged my breasts while he watched, and his sharp intake of breath sent heat through me. That was it; I couldn’t drag this out any longer.  I bent my head and took him in my mouth as far back as I could.  His hand landed on my head again and the way he gripped my hair and pushed my head down turned me on even more than I already was.  I liked a bit of rough play.  My lips and tongue worked his cock into a frenzy, and I massaged his balls with one of my hands.  Every now and then I slid his cock out of my mouth so I could suck on his balls, and his groans told me he liked that.

Just as I thought he was getting ready to come, he reached down and pulled me off him.  “Babe, I want you to fuck me with your tits.”  His hungry eyes were dividing their attention between my face and my chest.

“You’re a tit man?” I asked.

“Like you wouldn’t fuckin’ believe, darlin’.  I love pussy but I love to watch my dick between a good set of tits and you, sweet thing, have the best set I’ve ever seen.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice.  Personally, I loved a man who would worship my boobs.  I bent them down and took his dick in between them, squeezing as he thrust up and down.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his breathing growing ragged.

Our eyes met and held as he fucked my tits to the point of orgasm.  He shot his cum over my chest and then lay back on the bed, letting out a loud groan of pleasure.  I left him to go in search of something to clean myself up with, and when I came back to the room, he was lying with his arms behind his head again, watching me.  I stopped and rested against the doorway, letting him run his eyes over my naked body.

“Christ, Velvet, you’ve got a body made for sin.”

I pushed off from the doorway and walked to the bed.  Straddling him, I whispered, “And you’ve got a mouth that leads to sin.”  I kissed him, and he sat up, keeping me in place on his lap.

“Opening round for the day was a hit, babe.  You ready for more?” he asked while sucking on my neck.

“Always ready for more.  And then I’ll cook you breakfast,” I promised.

His head jerked away from my neck and he stilled, not saying a word.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, not sure what I’d said to affect him like that. 

“Just been awhile since I’ve had a woman cook me breakfast,” he murmured.

“So it’s a good thing, then?”

He smiled.  “It’s a really good thing, darlin’.”

I returned his smile.  “Good.  Now where were we?”

His hand moved to my breast.  “I was about to show your tits some Nash lovin’, baby.”

“Well don’t let me stop you.” 

His hand rubbed my nipple for a moment and then he lifted me and deposited me on my back in front of him.  Moving so he was kneeling over me, he bent his head to my breast and showed me just how good Nash loving was. 

***

A
n hour later, we were finished with Nash loving and showered, and I was cooking him breakfast in his kitchen while he sat at the counter and watched me.  I was the happiest I’d been in awhile but I still had something I had to clear up.  “Nash, what is this?”

He knew exactly what I was getting at.  And I had to give it to him that he didn’t even hesitate with an answer.  “This is us getting our shit together, Velvet.”

I had to know whether we were on the same page here.  “Tell me exactly what that means to you.”

Again, he didn’t hesitate.  “It means that I feel something for you and I want to explore what that is.  I don’t know where the hell it will take us but I’m willing to find out if you are.”

“I’m willing,” I said softly. 

“Might be a bumpy road though,” he said.

“How so?”

His intense gaze refused to let mine go.  “I’m fucked up, baby.  I’m trying to work through some shit at the moment, but I need you to know that it might take me some time, and some of it might not be pretty.  You think you can handle that?”

His mother’s words came back to me and I smiled at him.  “I’m a tough bitch, Nash.  I’ve handled your shit so far, haven’t I?”

The intensity in his stare softened a little, allowing a small smile to flicker across his lips.  “Yeah, you have.”

“You need to promise me one thing though.  When you need help, you come to me.  I’ll be here to talk or just to listen, whatever you need.  Just don’t shut me out.  We were friends first and I never want us to lose that.”

“I don’t make promises I can’t keep, Velvet.”

His honesty and vulnerability touched my heart and I couldn’t fault him for telling me the truth, even if it wasn’t what I wanted to hear.  “Fair enough.  But you know how I feel.”

“I do,” he said, gruffly.

Silence descended as we both got lost in our thoughts.  Nash hadn’t given me what I’d asked for, but I felt like he’d given me a whole lot more than he’d given anyone else for a long time.  I could run with that; at least until we both worked out what this was going to be between us.

Love’s Lookin’ Good On You ~ Lady Antebellum

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N
ash

“You sure you’re ready for this?  My family can be a handful.”

Velvet stared at me in the way that says ‘you’re fuckin’ kidding aren’t you’.  “Nash, you’re the biggest handful of all.  I think I can cope with your family.”

I grinned.  “Well get your ass inside then, woman.”  I smacked her butt and followed her into the madhouse that was my mother’s home.  Sunday night dinner would be interesting tonight.

Mum lit up at the sight of us.  “Velvet, you made it!”  I watched in fascination as they embraced.  I’d never known Velvet to be so open with someone new in her life.  She was very guarded and distrustful of everyone she met.  You had to gain her trust and it was hard work most of the time.

“Thank you for having me,” Velvet said to mum, and handed her the cake she’d brought.  “I had a good friend of mine make us a red velvet cake for dessert.”

Mum’s eyes shifted to me and she smiled before looking back at Velvet.  “Thanks, sweetheart.  The Walkers are big cake eaters.” 

My mother was sold on Velvet, of that I was sure.  And Velvet was just as sold on my mother.  It warmed my cold heart.  But fuck, heaven help me, the two women in my life getting on?  Who knew what shit they’d try and pull on me.

Carla sauntered into the kitchen.  “Did someone say cake?”  She smiled at Velvet.  “Hi, I’m Carla, Nash’s little sister, the one he still tries to mother.”

Velvet laughed.  “Nash sure does have that protective streak in him, doesn’t he?”

Carla rolled her eyes.  “Oh my God, you have no idea, Velvet!  Now where’s this cake?”

“Generally comes after dinner, babe, not before,” I said, knowing full well that Carla wouldn’t hesitate to eat it before dinner.

“A girl makes her own rules in life.  Right, Carla?”  Velvet winked at my sister and I watched as another Walker woman fell under her spell.

I decided to leave them to it and headed into the living room where Jamison was catching up on the weekend sport.  He eyed me as I took a seat.  “Your woman with you?” he asked.

My mother had informed everyone I was bringing Velvet tonight, and somehow that had translated into her being my woman.  “She’s not my woman, man.”

“What are you then?  Cause you haven’t brought a woman home since Gabriella so this seems like something important.”

I scrubbed my face as I fought the churning in my gut at this conversation.  “I don’t know where it’s going yet so let’s not put a fuckin’ label on it, okay.”

“Take my advice little brother; work it out as quick as you can because women don’t like to be kept waiting.  Mum seems to like her so she can’t be too bad.”

I decided to be totally honest with him.  “I’m not sure I’m ready for this.  If I was, Velvet would be who I would choose, no doubts there.”

“Nash, it’s been ten years; you’re more than ready for this.”

“So I keep being told,” I muttered.

Jamison chuckled, but wisely kept his mouth shut. 

We were interrupted by Erika who yelled from outside, “Nash, Jamison, need your help!”