The Don's Baby: A Bad Boy Romance (29 page)

She looked over at him with a joking smile that lit up her face. “You seem to be good at asking questions, but you do recall this started because I asked you a similar question.”

“Finish your story and we’ll see what happens.” He was non-committal, but there was something that made him want to tell her a little of how he’d ended up here. However, he really could have just said he was a lucky bastard. That was one of the truest thoughts ever, which is why his name was Lucky, but she knew a little more than the average person and had kept it under her hat as far as he could tell. That should be rewarded somehow, but he wanted to hear more about her first.

“Well, after running drugs every once in a while times got harder and I got older. The people I delivered too wanted the drugs and would give me a bit of money for a few extras.” She looked over to see what he thought—but what could he say? Sex was often used in exchange for many things, and he wasn’t judgmental about things like that. That was her story and her past. The guilt he saw in her eyes told him she’d berated herself more than anyone else could. Hanging out with the people she chose to hang out with, it would have been pretty difficult to remain untouched, especially looking as exotic as she did. He just nodded and waited while he drank his beer, enjoying the expressions and emotions that crossed her face as she told her tale. She was quite animated and that alone would have had him listening to her.

“One of the men I delivered too was pretty big in the organization and took a liking to me. He brought me in the club, and they’ve been taking good care of me ever since.”

He nodded and took another long swallow while she looked on expectantly. His mind was always moving, and he finished his beer, got up, and got another—while deciding which way this was going to go. After he refreshed his beverage, he sauntered back to the couch and sat down. Emma was as quiet as falling snow.

“I’ve always known this was the life for me but being with Marlene made me question that daily. Soon after I turned 17, I was approached by a member of the Mountain Tribesman who explained who I was and what I meant to their organization. I’d never really belonged to anyone anywhere, so that was quite a draw for me at that time. They were generous with their time and information and made me feel like I’d found the family I’d never had,” he said.

He glanced over to see her with wide eyes, as if he was telling her a bedtime story. He decided to continue and said, “If you know Marlene like I do, then you know you don’t tell her something like you met your people and they’re in a motorcycle club and I’m going to join up with them and think that is going to be the end of it. I tried to explain what was going on but she didn’t want to hear it and tried to talk me out of it. It worked until the man returned with a bike, a jacket, and a story about the legacy of the Mountain Tribesman. He asked me if I wanted to join up with them, shook my hand like a man, and the rest is history.” He took another long pull of his drink and thought that should be the end the history lesson.

“Well, it’s good to know that Miss Marlene actually knows where you went. She just doesn’t want you to be hurt.” She looked around the room, but he could tell she was thinking about Marlene.

“Do you talk to her anymore?” He wanted to know what was going on with the woman who had given him some of the best years of his young life—if Emma did know. It would save him some mind space, and he could stop thinking about the elderly woman who could bake like a champion.

“After I made my decision, I didn’t want to go back. She knew what I was doing was wrong, and I knew she wouldn’t approve. The answer to the question is—no I don’t talk to her anymore but I still remember how happy and comfortable her house was and I still remember all those pictures of you.”

CHAPTER FOUR

He was done with this conversation. At least for now, but he felt like she would want to know more later. Women always thought there was going to be a later, and sometimes they were right, but mostly they were wrong. Not that there wasn’t going to be a later; there was always a later, but he was never sure how long he would actually allow them to be around. Women had a very short shelf life when it came to him, and even though he was pretty up front with that information, they still held out that they would be the one to capture his heart. He did well by them, but they didn’t get an extended stay in his bed or his life. There were times he wanted to tell them to give it up—because he wasn’t sure there was a heart in there to capture.

He took her beer and put it on the table. When he sat back on the couch, she straddled him and ran her fingers through his hair. He liked a woman who knew what to do without his instructions, and this one looked like she wanted to show him a few things...good. He wanted to see her in action.

“I guess that means you’re done talking?” she said, and he was glad she was as astute as she was.

“Since you’re the one who straddled me as soon as I took your beverage, I’d like to think you’re done talking too. I like a woman who’s not afraid to start the party. Could it be this is a thank you for trusting you with a bit of information?”

She laughed, “Honestly, you told me more than I was thinking you would. I was prepared for a ‘fuck you that’s none of your business.’”

“You were prepared, huh? What would you have done if I’d said that?”

“I’d have either looked dumb, like I had no idea what I’d done, or just skipped the subject.” She rotated her hips a bit on his cock and his half-chub stood up like there’d been no break between the wall action from earlier and this very moment.

“You know all the ways of working men to get them to see what you want them to see.” He studied her and thought about what she’d just said. So, he’d been right. She knew how to play the game when she needed to.

“Sadly, that’s the way of the world I live in.” There was no sadness in her voice. It was as if she had resigned herself to her fate, but if one looked into her eyes therein lay the truth.

“So, what are you getting out of this?” he asked, now wondering if his guiding senses had been incorrect and she was playing him for something. She’d been a part of this world a good while and people could lose their way, but something about her made him doubt that about her. He still got no bad vibes from her, and he hoped it wasn’t because she felt so good sliding up and down on his still-covered cock.

“A chance to fulfill a fantasy I’ve had for such a long time. I’d look at the pictures of the hot boy and wonder what was going on inside your head. As I got older, the pictures turned me on, and I wanted to find you and fuck you.” Truth. He felt that deep within and he knew it wasn’t a lie; but, he wanted to probe just a bit more.

“You’ve seen me for a while now, and you’ve never said anything. Tonight, you didn’t even know who I was under that mask,” he said and silently approved that she hadn’t even stuttered her movements. Her hips swayed with the same rhythm and consistency as before. It was enticingly sexy, and it was almost as if she was checking to see how patient he was. Every once in a while her left eyebrow cocked up, like she was expecting something from him. He was enjoying making her wait because he could tell this sexy vixen didn’t have to wait for much.

“There was something about you that drew me to you. You were right. I was walking around you, trying to get your attention without saying anything. Something just kept pulling me over there, and I was relieved when you finally bit. I felt like I knew you, even though I couldn’t see you. That probably doesn’t make any sense, but there it is…straight from the horse’s mouth.” She had a cute grin with bright teeth and full sexy lips. Her bottom lip was fuller than her top, and he wanted to suck it into his mouth and nibble on it with his teeth.

All while she talked, she stroked the nape of his neck and maintained her swiveling hips over his cock. It’s a wonder people weren’t looking for her as they spoke. Someone had to be missing this sexy woman.

“I, for one, know how it is to depend on your senses, so I definitely won’t knock you for that.”

“The shock that had to be on my face when you took off your mask should tell you that you were an unexpected surprise for me.” Her eyes slightly narrowed, as if the retelling of this tale turned her on even more. He liked to see a woman enjoying herself, especially if he and his cock were involved. Rafael really wasn’t sure if it was the conversation or the way she rubbed herself on his jeans that made her so excited, but she appeared to be getting a good amount of sensation from her activity.

“You just told me you were an extreme actress, and anyone would have been surprised to see the VP of their rival club in the house.” He liked talking to her. She was open and seemed to be honest, an interesting person to say the least. Nothing stopped her stride, apparently, and damned if he didn’t like that.

“Go with my gut. Sometimes that’s all I have,” she said. It was like she stole those words right out of his brain. He didn’t know what it was about this woman, but she intrigued him.

He wound his hand into her thick hair and tipped her head back a little—just because he liked that pose. It made her tits jut out, and her big nipples were hard and pointed under her shirt. He brought her closer to him and softly bit her through the fabric of her shirt and her bra, causing her to moan deep in her throat. He did it again, wetting the material and sucking it all into his mouth greedily. She pulled up her shirt and bra, leaving her pale tits exposed to him. He knew she wanted more, but he wanted to prolong this. Taking his time, he removed the shirt and bra, hoping to give both of them a few seconds to slow this down. He left the women who gained entrance to his bed well-sated, and they were always excited to tell anyone they could he was a great lover. That wasn’t the draw though. He loved women’s bodies. Women with a few extra pound, women who needed a few extra meals, white, black, Hispanic, Asian, it didn’t matter to him. They all left sexed up, wanting more, and singing his praises to whoever would listen. That was to his benefit, so he never complained about that. Whether they got to return or not was another question, but when they left they all had good things to say.

“You’re a greedy little thing aren’t you?” He let go of her hair and cupped both her breasts. Rubbing and squeezing but not coming into contact with the little nub of sensitivity that she wanted him to get to. She squirmed around as if she was trying to get a little relief. The tug on her nipples at the same time caused her to inhale a breath, and Rafael knew this was going to be more fun than he’d thought. Her body was sensitive and she responded to his touch beautifully.

“I can be,” she answered breathily. He continued to knead her breasts, tugging a bit harder each time, and then he decided her nipples needed some attention. She was a like a bullet—full of the potential to blow, but she was doing well under his control. He could tell she wanted to go faster, and he wondered how much longer he had.

“Good. I like you greedy.” He knew people. Somehow he just did, and that is why he knew that she was getting tired of waiting on him. What would she do? That was the question. Would she continue her patiently waiting game? It didn’t seem likely she was at heart a “get it yourself” woman. So, what would be her next move?

“Then, you’ll really like this.” She slid off his lap and onto the floor, and he was amazed at how quickly she undid his belt. Moving back just a bit she waited for him to get up and pull off his pants. His cock had been following along, knowing what was going to happen next and slapped against his stomach as soon as he pulled down his pants.

He’d known something was coming—just from the look in her eye. Although this was what he wanted—hell, what he almost always wanted…his cock sliding deep into the wet sucking warmth of a pretty girls mouth—he didn’t really expect it.

She quickly moved closer to him, put her mouth next to his balls, and rubbed her nose in the hair around the sack. Humming like she was getting ready for her favorite treat, he could feel the vibration and that turned him on even more, if possible. The first lick she took went from the base of his cock up to the very tip. He wanted her to open up and suck him, but he’d give her a bit of leeway for now because she was doing a very good Job. It wasn’t all the time you found a really good cocksucker. Most of the women he knew did it because they felt they had too—and that didn’t make the best of reasons. He wanted someone who liked to do it…better yet loved it. And he could tell he’d found a winner.

“Open up, baby,” he said as he tilted her head up and looked into her eyes. “I want to see what your tongue feels like.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Emma loved a dirty talking man and the throaty growl that demanded she open up made her wetter than the soft grinding she’d done on his cock for the last several minutes. She was trying to contain her excitement. She was here with Rafael “Lucky” Neal—her “go to man” she used for masturbatory material whenever she needed a quick way to get off. Just listening to him was making her heart speed up and her breathing accelerate. She needed to calm down and enjoy this because she’d also heard that he wasn’t good at repeats—so this may be her one night with him.

She opened up her mouth and closed her lips around the thick mushroomed-shaped head, but she never took her gaze off his face. She wanted to see every reaction. The look in his eye said he wanted to get further into her mouth and why wouldn’t he? Licking the head with just her tongue and softy spearing the tip, she could feel him pulsing and throbbing against her tongue. She could tell so much about a man when she held his cock in her hand or her mouth. Would he be demanding? Shoving himself further into her mouth to get fulfillment quick, would he fuck her mouth with intention of getting a quick nut off, or was he the considerate lover everyone spoke of? Would he swear, grunt, pant, or would a combination of those noises be the soundtrack of him getting off?

It was early, but Rafael didn’t seem like the type to thrust too hard or come too fast. He was patiently waiting, even though the throb of his cock had to make him want to do more than stand there watching her play with the head of his cock with her tongue and lips. She pulled off and her mouth made a wet popping sound. Her eyes never left him, and she enjoyed the way he followed her movement with his fascinated gaze. She maintained eye contact, as she moved back to the base of his cock and slowly licked the underside. His stomach jumped. She didn’t know if it were in anticipation or if she’d just hit a good spot, but he smiled just a bit and it warmed her up even more.

“Are you enjoying yourself,” he asked.

That was what she wanted…to hear that sexy voice again. She’d heard him speak before but there wasn’t a sexy growl to it or if there was she was too in awe of him to notice. But, now that he was speaking just to her in this toasty cabin, she could have listened to him recite his motorcycles owner’s manual and been satisfied. “I am, but the question is…are you?”

“Me? Well now, I can’t remember a time when I’ve had more fun,” he said and followed it with a chuckle. She was all for laughter, but she wanted him to feel a little more heat.

She opened up and took as much of his thickness as she could into her mouth and the head of his dick slightly grazed the back of her throat. He had a reputation of being a great lover, and she had no doubt that he knew what to do with the thick package he kept tucked in his pants. That information had gotten to her and it hadn’t even mattered that he was from another club. Women talk. She wanted to be memorable to him and not just one of the crowd— because if rumor served even slightly correct, it was a big crowd.

She looked up and was a bit saddened that she could no longer see his deep brown eyes that went so well with his long, dark brown hair. His head was thrown back, and he was thrusting his hips slightly, almost as if he didn’t want to do it but it was getting harder to contain himself. Now this is what she liked to see. The man was always pleasant to the women but slightly aloof, but he didn’t look aloof now, he looked fully engaged.

He held her head and slid out of her mouth before he sat down and urged her to a standing position. No jerky movements or painful tugs, as Rafael pulled her with an easy grace that was at odds for the big bear of a man he was.

“Your turn,” he said, as he pulled her to her feet. He tugged her jeans down as soon as she unsnapped and unzipped. His hands were quick, and she was almost giddy that she was going to have a chance to be with Rafael. She was proud of her shape and moved slightly to let him see the full picture of what he was receiving.

He growled a bit and then flipped her to her back on the couch and moved down her body in a way that she was quite happy with, because he went right for the spot she needed him most. The aggressive approach was what she liked best, and he zoned in on her needs as if he spoke her body’s language. Closing his mouth around her clit, he rolled his tongue around it a few times like she’d done to him and then sucked in pulses with a rhythm that had her ready to climax. She grabbed on to his hair and enjoyed pulling it as much as she’d loved running her fingers through it earlier.

Her body clenched up tighter and tighter as she tugged him closer to her—not wanting him to stop because his mouth felt so perfect. She usually took a long time, even with the most talented tongue on her sex; but, the way he held her in place while he French kissed her pussy and the thought of being with this man had her ready to burst as soon as he’d removed his mask. He wasn’t rushing her nor was he slowing her down, but allowing her to go at her own pace. The orgasm hit her like tidal wave, rolling over her body again and again. Rafael didn’t move from his position, staying with her every movement as she rocked up into his mouth. The licks and the kisses became gentler, as he soothed her on her way down as effectively as he’d worked her up. He had his gaze on her when her breathing slowed, and she opened her eyes.

“I liked my turn,” she told him and couldn’t help but smile.

“Good.” He fished a condom out of the pocket of his pants on the floor and made quick work getting it on and sliding it down his shaft. “I hope you like this, as well.”

Rafael’s cock slid in as if he had it made just for her. It was big enough to give her a nice stretch and long enough to feel the slow in and out he was doing. She was content to watch his big body moving over her, covering her and watching the pleasure on his face. He was a people watcher—just like she was—and she told herself that she wasn’t going to get self-conscious under his intent examination of her body. It was different when he tasted her because it felt so good she barely noticed, but now she was flat on her back and watching him take in every nook and slope of her body as she tried hard not to squirm.

The speed of his stroke increased, and he rubbed his one hand over her breasts and down her stomach. His other hand anchored her so that she’d stay still as his thrusts became harder and faster. Her body responded to him as if she’d not just had a mind-blowing orgasm, and she was on the fast track heading for another experience of release right along with him. His thrusts became faster and then shorter—like he wanted to feel her pussy clenching him, but he couldn’t stand for his cock to be too far out. His hands had stopped rubbing on her, and he used both hands to secure her hips right where he wanted them. That gave her the opportunity to rub all over his body. She wanted to touch him everywhere and enjoyed feeling his muscles bulge and release as he worked himself out with her body.

She could hear moaning building in volume and intensity but wasn’t sure which one of them was making the noise. Wanting to see his face when he came, she attempted to keep her eyes open. However, the sensations rocked her core so hard, it was difficult to do anything but hold on. Her pussy clenched Rafael’s cock over and over, and she came so hard her abdominal muscles actually ached. Yet, she was able to catch him before the sensations overtook him and watched him as he came.

The mighty roar seemed to start in his throat and worked its way out. She felt his cock pulsing with each spurt that erupted from his body. He bowed over her body shortly after he came and she could feel his warm breaths across her skin. Should she be proud that his heaving breaths said his orgasm was causing him to take a few minutes to pull himself together? She didn’t know if she should be proud, but she was.

“Wow,” she said unable to think of anything really witty to say—which was really unlike her. She always had a punchline or a witty come back, but this experience had knocked her off her feet a bit.

He blew out a breath and stood up from the couch. “You can say that again.”

She just lay there watching him and his sexy body, as he methodically discarded the used condom and then went to the kitchenette. He returned with warm cloths, and they both cleaned up quickly.

“Are you ready to shoot?” he said, and it was so different from what they’d been talking about she thought she misheard him.

“I thought you already did that?” she teased since he seemed up and ready to move on to something else.

“We did one kind of shooting, but now it’s time for the other.” He watched her, like he knew something she didn’t, but she was good at bluffing until she figured out what this was about.

“I’m ready when you are.”

“Do you do this often?” He was adjusting his clothes and not really looking at her as he spoke.

“Sex?” She was confused by the question, and she felt like he must have fucked her crazy because for the life of her she couldn’t figure out what the hell he was talking about.

“No I’m talking about shooting…with a gun.”

“I’ve done it before but not often. I’m not really that good at it. When you brought me here, I didn’t think we would really be using firearms.”

“Well, we are.”