Storm (Devil's Hornets MC) (6 page)

“Is it my turn?” He didn’t really know what to say, but knowing this was a woman who appreciated the truth straight out, he was going to give it to her once he figured out how to say it without sounding like he was a complete asshole.

“I guess it is.” She smiled, and he had to give it to her; she looked like a person he could confide in as she watched him and seemed to be assessing him. “Let me guess. You are a guy who is more of a one night wonder than a person who sticks around? Please know that whatever you say, I will be okay with, I’m very open minded.”

“I wouldn’t say that I’m a one night wonder, but I’m not the guy who sends flowers, texts you first thing in the morning to say hello, or ends his day with a recap of how his life is going for another person. There have been women I know who I’ve spent time with here and there, just nothing permanent.”

“So you’re more of a ‘friends with benefits’ person?”

“This has got to be one the oddest conversations I’ve ever had with a woman.” He watched her smile at his comment and was again amazed at this woman who’d been hidden away in her little flower shop and was a pleasure to converse with.

“Is that because there’s not a lot of conversation between you and your partners or because this topic hasn’t ever come up?” She continued to watch him like she was enjoying him searching for words.

“Both, and that was two questions.”

She laughed, and he felt that tinkling sound travel throughout his body creating a desire that felt like a need deep in his belly. This woman was delicious. Her body, her mind, and her very soul made him want to claim her, but the rational part of him was trying to keep him on track and let him know that this woman wasn’t for him. It didn’t matter how much he wanted it to be true.

“You’re right. I think that means the next two are on you.”

The hum of the cell phone that was on the table alerted him to the incoming call. He picked up the phone and talked to the server about when he wanted his meal to begin. The only answer he could give was “Now” because just thinking about this meal getting finished so he could get started on his second meal was making it hard to figure out the questions he’d wanted to ask.

“That was the waiter?” She asked when he disconnected the call.

“Yup, and he is bringing the meal out now, but back to you. You said your mother is in Florida, do you have other relatives up here?” He admitted that his question was tame, but he was working up to better things, and it was important to know if she had some type of network in place for support. It was hard in this town when you were alone.

“I have a few aunts and uncles that aren’t related by blood but are more like family than some of the biological families I’ve seen.”

“Good.” He took a sip and watched her until a pink blush stole across her face. Jack must not be the only one who could read faces because she looked like she could hear him cataloging what parts of her body he wanted to uncover first and taste again. She couldn’t be as sweet as he remembered, but he wanted to find out.

“My father was a drug dealer who liked to take his daughter to work with him. He was ruthless, so I’m not sure if he used me to soften people up or make people afraid because he would bring a child into such a crazy situation.”

“So you were there with him while he did deals?” He couldn’t believe that a man would do that to his child, but he’d seen much worse with his clientele. Now he felt better about not telling her about his occupation, because the angry vibe he got from her when she talked about her father didn’t make him want her to think of him cut from the same cloth, but weren’t they?

“Yes. I saw a lot of shady deals and unsavory people. The man that you took down for me yesterday could have killed me. I’ve seen that type of desperation in people’s eyes before, and I don’t think he would have thought for a minute before killing me. If I’d have known that I was going to get mugged that evening, I may have kept an extra fifty dollars in my purse.”

He looked at her face and tried to figure out if she was joking or not. She didn’t seem overwrought, and he thought he saw a hint of a smile on her mouth. Natalie had one hell of a sense of humor. There weren’t many ladies that would be talking about their adventure with a near death experience with a smile. Marveling over her personality, he wondered if she showed this side of herself when she was with other men. It was irresistible. She was equal parts of feisty, intelligent, honest, and sexy. The last was understated, not the blown out of proportion sexy that society seemed to make the normal. Her brown hair had more red in it under the lights, and he wished he could draw or someone would come by and take a picture because he wanted to remember this.

“Next question?” She said, looking a bit peaked. She liked to be stared at or maybe she enjoyed the attention. Either way, it looked very good on her.

The food was delivered before he could think of something else he wanted to know. Their servers were quick and efficient and had the food set up within minutes. He was told beforehand that they would come to clear off the table when you call from the cell phone on the table. Telling him that no one was coming back until he called made him want to have Natalie place her pussy on his lips as an appetizer. He’d never done well with doing what was expected as he often found the prize was won when you branched out farther and reached deeper than most people wanted to go. There was enough food on the table to feed a large family of 7, and there was a fridge with more wine and a small bar next to it. These people had thought of everything, and for the price, he figured they should have all the available and more, but if the look on her face was as pleased as he thought, it was it was worth the trouble.

“It all looks great, doesn’t it?” Her eyes lit up when she was happy, and she was majorly excited now. Even her nipples were hard, and they solidified what he was planning to do. “Are you going to ask your next question? If not, then you forfeit, and I get to ask one.”

He stood up and held his hand out to her. When she grabbed on to it, he pulled her into his arms, and her breath hitched as her eyes closed. She was like a ripe peach ready to be eaten. He already knew she had a sweet juicy pussy, and he wanted her much more than he wanted food in his belly.

“It’s hard for me to think of questions when the only thing I want is to get my cock into your hot sweetness.” He put his hands on her breast and lightly rubbed her hard nipples through her shirt as she pushed her chest into his hands. Jack loved an eager woman, and this woman was more eager than most. He wasn’t sure why, and he didn’t want to spend one more minute thinking of it.

There was a long glider couch that looked comfortable enough for what he wanted, and he moved her backward until she was in front of the sturdy piece of furniture. She was making the most deliciously sexy sounds as he gradually increased the pinch of his fingers on her nipple. He stopped to unbutton and unzip her pants, and she opened her eyes to watch him.

Normally he would like to tease at this point, drawing out the process to increase her arousal, but she was so turned on, and just knowing he could do that to this gentle woman made him want to see more of her fire and turn her on just that much more.

He tugged her jeans down and then sat her on the couch. Now it was time to get the shoes off, but he didn’t really have time to do all that. He needed her sweet essence in his mouth and on his chin immediately. Raising her legs that still had the jeans on them with her sensible shoes straight in the air, he could see her ass and panty covered pussy between her thighs, and it was quite a sight.

Jack got on his knees before her and put his face up to her pussy rubbing his lips and nose over her sex. It was almost as if he could smell her getting wetter, and he wanted to taste it not have it coat her panties. Pulling the offensive item away from what he was craving, he could see the glistening skin beckoning him to kiss the folds that led to her core. Putting his closed lips over her clit, he lightly licked the bundle of nerves and waited for the reaction. She shuddered a bit and then arched her hips up a bit. He liked that she wasn’t shy about using nonverbal cues to get what she wanted, but he liked to hear her voice. The breathy request for more would turn him on more than he already was.

He looked up at her to see what she was doing, and he saw that she had her head propped up so she could watch was going on. Her deep brown eyes were focused on him, her mouth slightly open like she was trying to catch her breath, and her breasts heaved like she was trying to control her breathing. There would be none of that; he wanted her out of control. He wanted to have her buck against his mouth and come so hard and loud the people in the next gazebo would be jealous of the orgasm they’d heard.

“Tell me what you want, Natalie,” he said between licking her from the entrance of her pussy to the top of her clit.

“More,” she answered, and he was satisfied with that answer, for now anyway.

Sliding his two fingers into her wet channel, he latched on to the throbbing bundle of nerves that controlled how fast and hard she was going to blow. He watched as she rode his fingers and pumped her hips to get him to suck harder and faster on her clit. Softly biting down on her made her stiffen for a second before the waves of pleasure washed over her body. He removed his soaked fingers and opened his jeans working the condom he had at the ready over his throbbing cock.

She was so wet that his slide in was easy, but she still had a firm squeeze that made it feel like he’d slipped his cock into heaven. He hadn’t wanted to take off all her clothes, but for a fuck like this he wanted her pussy available for him to go balls deep. Jack tossed her shoes and tugged her jeans off too. He was usually full of finesse, but with her he couldn’t even control what was going on. His hips bucked uncontrollably, and he didn’t want it to end, but he could tell that this was going to be a sprint; he could try for the marathon later.

Natalie looked like she was enjoying the show of him acting like a rutting bear. He probably looked a bit like she’d looked when he was cataloging her pleasure. His mouth was open a bit because he needed more than what his nostrils seemed to be able to provide, but when the woman with the face of an angel lifted her shirt and pulled down her bra to squeeze her tits for him, he felt his pumps becoming irregular. His balls drew up so tight they almost hurt, but when she bent her head and tried to lick her nipple, he couldn’t stop the rush that spurted out in jet after jet of completion. Jack collapsed over her but made sure his weight was not too much as he filled his mouth with the nipple she was trying to lick.

Pulling hard on the turgid skin with his tongue and roof of his mouth, he could feel her clenching around him again. Bringing his other hand up to her other nipple, he manipulated it with just as much vigor. Could she come again? He didn’t know, but he wanted her to. Jack wanted her to feel as sated as he did right now. It didn’t take long before she was pumping him again, and he was glad he wasn’t the kind of aroused where his cock went down after he shot his load.

“Don’t stop, Jack.” She was more out of control than she was the first time. Her legs were spread wide, and she’d braced both of her feet on the couch fighting to get to peak again. She was chasing it, and from the way she was moaning, she was close again. “Bite me, please. Bite me hard.”

He wasn’t going to argue with a request like that, and he bit down firmly on her pink areola and then laved the area with his tongue.

“Unf… do it again,” she groaned.

He sucked her nipple hard and reached up to cup the back of her head. She did the same with him, but it seemed like she was trying to make sure he didn’t move. When he got a fist full of her hair and pulled it taut, she froze and then slapped his hand against her ass. It was then he gave her a sharp bite on the opposite breast. She convulsed like he’d run electricity through her body.

“Mmmm,” she said when she stopped breathing like she was running from the police, and he thought she would really enjoy her meal now.

“That was your appetizer. Are you ready to eat?”

“Do I get more of that later?” She asked, and he knew this was his kind of girl. They must have some powerful aromas that keep the bugs away because there should have been a bite or two on her smooth skin, but there was only the sexy flush of a satisfied woman.

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” he told her as he hopped up and looked for something to clean them up.