Ox (The Devil’s Riders #5)

Chapter 9

NINE

Kayla

The Watchmen were behind us. And from what I could tell, they were hell bent on making us pay for my rejection of Ghost.

Fear, like a trapped animal, bumped around in my chest. Nausea gripped my belly and threatened to rise in my gorge. A million questions skittered around in my brain. Could this really be happening again? What was this insane man up to? Could Ox fend him off? My anxiety began to grow out of control with each subsequent thought.

“Take the wheel,” Ox barked into the silence, and I immediately did as I was told. The road was a straightaway, so I didn’t have to do much other than hold the wheel steady.

Fiddling under his seat for a second, Ox withdrew some sort of scary looking gun. Admittedly, I didn’t know much about them, and they all kind of scared me. But I could tell just how lethal this particular one was when he loaded a round into the chamber and the click echoed ominously throughout the cab of the truck.

Lowering his window, Ox aimed at the riders behind us and fired. Even though some of the noise was swallowed up in the wind, it was still deafening to my oversensitive ears.

The bullet didn’t hit anyone, but it did cause the bikers to drop back and fan out some. Not Ghost though. That gunshot hadn’t deterred him one iota. In fact, I think it only served to embolden him. To spur him on to further recklessness.

Edging closer to our truck, Ghost kept one hand on his handlebars while the other reached into his leather jacket. Silver flashed before an answering boom whizzed by my window. A second shot struck the bumper and I jumped in terror.

Ox’s face was a cold mask of determination. “Brace yourself,” he ordered, before I did and he stomped on the break.

The sudden action caused Ghost to swerve to the right, then steer toward the passenger side door. The moonlight illuminated his tan face and green eyes as he turned to me and smiled ghoulishly. That smile was devoid of any joy, any real emotion other than a feral need to hunt, acquire, and destroy.

Cutting the wheel in the Watchmen’s direction, Ox nearly crashed into the biker, but Ghost anticipated the move by de-accelerating and angling himself further right.

As quickly as it had all begun, it ended. When Ghost gave up the chase, the others followed suit and backed off. They disappeared down a dirt road and in seconds, their lights were absorbed into the inky blackness of the night.

Ox glanced over at me then and said, “I was going to wait until tomorrow to tell you, but after what just happened, it needs to be said. You’re not staying in California any longer. You’re coming home to Nevada with me.”

We were packed and on the road by nine the next morning. My bags and his bike were loaded into the bed of the borrowed truck. As soon as we were driving, I called my boss and told him I had a family emergency I had to leave the state to attend. I apologized profusely for the short notice, but my boss was amazing and told me not to worry and that I’d still have a job when I returned.

“That went well,” Ox noted, as I hung up and tucked my phone back into my cavernous purse.

“It did,” I agreed, feeling like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. At least for the moment.

School, however, was a different issue. There were no online programs for nursing. It was in person only. If I didn’t get this Ghost issue resolved soon, I’d have to take a leave of absence from my studies. Something that upset me beyond reason. I’d worked so hard, and I hated that someone could take that away from me like this.

“It’s going to be okay,” Ox assured me then, which I always appreciated about him. “My Brothers and I are going to put an end to that rat bastard, Ghost. In fact, we’re going to end his whole Club.”

Though I had no idea how long it would take until my life stabilized, I believed Ox when he told me this. Needing to change the subject though, I said, “Tell me about them. Your Brothers. What are they like?”

Ox barked a laugh and his smile reached the corners of his eyes. “They’re something else. Tough. Loyal. Intense. Just like me, really. They like to party as much as I do, but they also know how to bust ass and work hard when the time calls for it.”

I was curious about what it meant to be a member of an MC. It was so different from anything I’d ever known, and I couldn’t help but want to hear more. “What’s Club life like?”

“What do you want to know?” he returned.

I thought about that. “Well, for starters, do most of your Brothers live at the Clubhouse?”

I knew German and Maddy didn’t. The two of them lived in an apartment close to my friend’s college so she could commute back and forth to her veterinary program. In fact, as soon as her first year was through and things were less busy, they were going to buy a house together. Something Maddy was super stoked about. She claimed her elderly orange cat, Mr. Jingles, would have the final say though. He required a sunroom that boasted floor to ceiling windows from which he could lazily watch the wildlife frolic all around him. That feline had my friend wrapped around his paw almost as tightly as she had her biker boyfriend wrapped around her finger, and I didn’t doubt that she would do exactly that when the time came.

“Some of the guys live at the Clubhouse, but some don’t,” Ox explained. “We all have rooms we can crash in while we’re in town, but many of the Brothers own property, too.”

“Will we be staying at the Clubhouse?” I inquired, curious how something like that would work. I liked a party as much as the next girl. But I also prized peace and quiet, too.

Ox glanced at me. “I bought a house a few years back that’s not far from the Clubhouse. I’ve been fixing it up slowly, but it’s in good enough shape to live in.”

I can’t say I wasn’t grateful for that. From what Maddy had told me about Club life, and especially Club girls, I’d appreciate the few degrees of separation between me and the Brothers active social life.

“I didn’t realize you were so handy,” I said, grinning at the thought of him in a tool belt and overalls fixing the sink.

“I’m pretty good with my hands,” Ox quipped, squeezing my knee and giving me a sexy grin.

“I don’t doubt it,” I shot back, a shiver of longing creeping over me then.

In fact, just the thought of getting to spend some real, quality alone time with this mountain of a man turned my blood hot. His hand, climbing higher up my thigh, didn’t cool me down any.

In order to distract myself from his magical fingers, I cleared my throat and asked, “How long is the drive back to Nevada?”

“About ten hours,” Ox said.

I was a bit traumatized from childhood road trips. My father refused to make pit stops because he said they “threw us off our schedule”. Preparing for the long drive ahead, I took a deep, bolstering breath.

“Not a fan of car trips?” Ox gathered, merging onto the interstate.

I told him about my dad being a teacher and how he ran our family vacations with the efficiency, and total lack of spontaneity, of a school field trip. “Needless to say, we weren’t allowed beverages in the car so that there’d be no “unscheduled” bathroom breaks.”

Ox chuckled. “I’m not that strict,” he promised. “Besides, we aren’t making the trip in one go. We’re stopping overnight at my Brother Pipe’s place. He has a cabin in the woods that’s off the grid and is completely self-sufficient.”

Again, the thought of being alone with Ox, uninterrupted and in a cozy, quiet space, sounded freaking amazing. Plus, we’d finally get to finish what we started in my kitchen. At least, that’s what I hoped would happen.

“Are you an only child?” Ox asked then.

“I have a younger brother who just graduated from high school and lives at home with my parents. You?”

“I have two brothers out in Montana where my parents still live.”

I don’t know why, but the image of Ox and his oversized brothers made me straight-up giggle. “Are they as big as you?”

Grinning, Ox shook his head. “Not quite. I might be the youngest, but I outgrew them both by the age of twelve. I think if I’d been my parents’ first kid, they would have stopped at one when they realized how much it would cost to clothe and feed me.”

“I highly doubt that,” I said, leaning back in my seat and getting comfortable.

Ox glanced my way and a single brow rose. “If you’d seen how much I ate when I was a growing boy, you wouldn’t be so certain of that!”

We talked about our families for a little while longer, then moved on to other fun topics like places we visited, and those ones that were on our bucket list. Mine was Italy. Ox’s was to take a cruise to Alaska.

At around noon, we stopped for lunch. True to his word, Ox ate enough for two grown men. Not very hungry, I’d even given him the rest of my grilled cheese. He’d easily disposed of it as though he hadn’t already polished off several plates of his own.

“I take it back,” I said, as we returned to the car. “I think you were right. Your mother and father would have definitely stopped at one child if they’d known how expensive it was to feed you!”

Needing to stretch our legs after so many hours in the car, Ox stopped at a grocery store about thirty miles from our final destination. The cabin we were staying at had a full kitchen, so I offered to make a home cooked meal for dinner instead of eating out yet again. It was the least I could do, after everything Ox had done for me.

Wanting something quick and easy, Ox suggested we get steaks, potatoes, salad, and a few other basic supplies. I also picked up a jar of peanut butter, sugar, and some eggs to make a cookie pie that was simple to make and oh so satisfying.

Tossing some vanilla ice cream into the cart, Ox shrugged. “Ice cream goes well with peanut butter.”

He wasn’t wrong.

When we got to the counter, I pulled out my wallet to pay, but Ox plucked it from my hands and deposited it back into my purse. “No way you’re paying for this food, Kayla.”

Frowning, I placed my hand on my cocked hip. “Ox, I said this meal was my treat. You’ve paid for everything since we met. It’s my turn now.”

“My father would kick my ass if he ever found out I’d let you pay for groceries. Plus, you’re in school right now and probably don’t have a penny to waste. I’m paying,” he said, laying down the law.

“Okay,” I relented, “then I’m doing dishes after dinner.”

Ox grinned. “I can live with that.”

The cabin was small but quaint. In fact, it looked like something out of a fairy tale as we pulled into the driveway. “It’s beautiful!” I spoke, as I took in the porch that seemed to wrap around the entire house.

“It is. I come up here a few times a year to hunt deer. It’s always a good time.”

My stomach dipped when I thought of Ox hunting Bambi. But I wasn’t a vegetarian, so I’d be a hypocrite if I had a problem with him directly sourcing his own food instead of buying it at the grocery store.

Ox helped me cart our groceries inside and I immediately set to work on dinner. While I prepped everything, he carried in my overnight bag and began to set up a fire. I loved the idea of having a cozy night in, away from the chaos and fear of what my life had become back in California.

As I worked, I listened to satellite radio on my phone. The moment felt so right, I couldn’t help fantasizing about staying here for a few extra days before getting back on the road. Maybe, if Ox enjoyed himself too, he might be open to the idea after we’d had some time to wind down.

Ox

The deck out back was set up on stilts and was about thirty feet above ground level, giving the cabin an exceptional view of the woods surrounding it. I always enjoyed coming here with my Brothers during hunting season, and being here with Kayla now, who was busy cooking in the kitchen, lent a homey vibe I didn’t realize I craved so much until this very moment.

Just the thought of being here with the beautiful woman made my dick stand up at attention. It was all I could do not to strip her bare, bend her over this railing, and fuck her raw until she shouted my name and came all over my pounding cock.

I knew it was only a matter of time before that happened. We couldn’t be alone together and be expected to keep our hands to ourselves. Our short time together had proven as much. Right or wrong, our hooking up was an inevitability. One I looked forward to more than I cared to admit.

My phone rang then and I saw it was Pipe calling. Glancing at Kayla through the slider, I noted she was slicing vegetables and singing along to some song or another I couldn’t quite make out through the glass partition. It was a lovely picture. One that made my chest ache and swell just as much as my balls.

Smiling to myself, I answered the phone. “Pipe, how you doing, Brother?”

“I’m hanging in there. I see that you got to the cabin in one piece,” he noted, obviously getting some kind of alert that had been connected to his phone or PC.

“You spying on me through hidden cameras, you sick fuck?” I jested, though I wouldn’t doubt if he had them strategically placed throughout the cabin.

Pipe chuckled. “Is that your none-too-subtle way of telling me you’re banging this chick, Ox?”

Touché. He got me there. “Nah, I just sleep in the buff and I don’t want you to feel inferior,” I shot back, deflecting his well-made point.

“Sure,” Pipe returned, smart enough to know the truth without having to see the video evidence of it. “Was everything you needed in the cabin?”

Flicking on the gas, I lit the grill and the flame caught. Hovering my hand over the grate to make sure it was heating up evenly, I registered the warmth that kissed my palm and decided it was. “Yeah, the cabin’s exactly how you left it. Everything’s intact. No issues. Thanks for letting me use it for the night. It came in clutch.”

“Of course,” Pipe returned. “Any time. How’s the Ghost situation going? German told me about what happened last night. Sounds like the crazy fucker needs a bullet in his temple, ASAP.”

“You ain’t kidding. I plan on personally delivering his dirt nap the first chance I get,” I said, a growl creeping into my tone. “The man’s a total sociopath. He claims to want Kayla, but that didn’t stop him from shooting at the vehicle she was riding in last night without a single thought for her safety.”

“It sounds like he’s more concerned with our Club not getting her than he is on keeping her for himself,” Pipe wisely reflected.

“That about sums it up.” Taking a seat at the table in the corner of the porch, I stared out into the woods. “Any idea when Reaper wants to firebomb their Club? I need something to look forward to.”

Pipe snorted a laugh. “Hawk’s taking point on this one, on account of Reaper being at home with Angel and the baby.”

That made sense. “What’s Hawk’s plan then?”

“You know Hawk. He’ll want to move with absolute precision on anything he decides. From what I gather, he wants to take every one of those bastards down in a calculated move enacted in a single night. That way, there’s no chance of retaliation because everyone involved will be dead.”

“That’s smart,” I said, not surprised that the idea had been Hawk’s. That brooding motherfucker knew stealth better than most. Hell, it had been his specialty when he’d been in the Marines.

“I don’t think it will be long before Hawk greenlights some action,” Pipe said, some clicking noises happening in the background. “Meanwhile, I’m gathering as much data on their businesses that I can to ruin the Watchmen financially before we take them out physically.”

I grinned, loving hearing about the absolute destruction of my enemies. “When you decide to strike, let me know. I’ll be the first in line to take out those bastards with my bare hands.”

“I know you will, Brother,” Pipe said, sounding amused.

Looking at the steaks, I realized we forgot to pick up wine at the grocery store. This feast paired exceptionally well with a dry red, and Pipe had a liquor cabinet filled with several pricey vintages in the living room.

“Do you mind if I raid your liquor cabinet tonight?” I posed then, loving the idea of sitting outside on this scenic deck with Kayla while we sipped wine and chatted. And fucked, of course. There’d be plenty of that, too.

Pipe paused. “Tell me again that you’re not fucking this girl? I’m not sure I heard you the first time,” Pipe dryly returned.

“Fuck off,” I said, but laughed despite my harsh words. “Is that a yes or a no?”

“I’m thinking I should have gone on this run up to Cali instead of you,” Pipe mused then, giving me a ration of shit. “I hear she’s a looker, too. And I do love a good shoot out.”

Anger, irrational and strong, rose up in my chest. Tamping it down, as I knew that my Brother was trying to get a rise out of me, I cracked my knuckles to alleviate the sudden tension in my body. “Not going to happen.”

Pipe laughed for real then. “That’s what I thought. Drink whatever you want. I don’t get down to the cabin half as much as I’d like to. Somebody ought to enjoy the place.”

Oh, I was definitely going to enjoy this cabin. I was going to enjoy every room of it. First, with Kayla beneath me, then on top of me, and finally on her hands and knees as she begged for more of whatever I was giving her.

“Did you compile that file on Ghost yet?” I asked, changing the subject so that my cock would settle down and I wouldn’t have to suffer with blue balls through dinner.

“Yeah, it’s almost done. I’ll send you over what I have. It’s a fucking trip,” Pipe warned. “If I didn’t know what a sadistic asshole Ghost was, I’d actually feel sorry for the son of a bitch.”

That surprised me. “How so?”

“His mother was an addict who ignored him. He never even knew his father. The state sent him to a boy’s home at seven when his mother OD’d at the age of twenty-five. Two years later, it was discovered that most of the children were being physically and sexually abused there and the place was permanently shut down. From then on out, Ghost, AKA Marshall Casey, was shuffled around from foster home to foster home. He never stayed long in one place. His last placement was at the age of fourteen and lasted for eight months. When his foster mother’s cats both went missing, she was convinced he’d done something to them and no longer felt safe under the same roof with him.”

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding about a messed up childhood,” I said, disgusted that a kid should be so abused, but unwilling to feel sorry for a man who chose to then go on to hurt and abuse so many others.

“It gets worse. Only two months after he left that home, the place burned down to the ground. His foster mother inside of it. The fire report was inconclusive, but arson was heavily suspected.”

“I’m guessing that wasn’t a coincidence.”

“Yeah, especially since Ghost was known for starting fires in his other placements,” Pipe revealed. “It seems like after that, he crossed the border and lived in Mexico for a few years. He doesn’t pop up back into the system until he turned twenty-one.”

The man was well and truly fucked in the head. After hearing all of this information, I was beginning to think it was a mercy to put the asshole down and out of his misery.

“Send me the file,” I instructed my Brother, wanting to read this info for myself whenever I had some free time.

Pipe tapped a few keys then said, “Already sent. Check your inbox when you get a chance.”

Before I hung up, I asked, half serious, half not, “So, just to be clear, Pipe, you don’t have any cameras inside this house? Correct?”

Pipe paused and was quiet for a few seconds. “Stay out of the living room and outdoor spaces and you should be fine.” Before adding, “Enjoy your night.”

Kayla

I popped the pie into the oven and set my phone alarm for thirty-five minutes. Hungry, because I hadn’t eaten much at lunch, my mouth watered at the thought of the warm, creamy peanut butter cookie-pie that would be ready shortly.

Glancing out the window, I saw that Ox had ended his phone call, so I decided to go outside and join him on the deck as I waited for my pie to finish baking.

Just as I started for the door, Ox unexpectedly stood and came inside. “You want a drink? My buddy has a fairly well-stocked liquor cabinet.”

“Does he have any wine?” I asked, following him to the living room where the temperature controlled cabinet was housed.

“Yeah. What are you in the mood for?” Ox checked.

I wanted to say “him”, but I figured that might be a tad too aggressive a response for such a chill evening, so instead I said, “Red wine. I’ll take whatever there is, but prefer pinot noir if it’s there.”

Ox opened the cabinet and rooted around inside before unearthing a dark, expensive looking bottle. “You’ll like this one. We had it the last time Pipe and I came up here.”

I smiled, loving the cozy image of two tough bikers sipping wine and discussing philosophy together into the wee hours of the night. “I have a hard time picturing you and your biker buddies drinking wine together.”

Ox returned my smile as he carried the bottle over to the kitchen and rummaged through one of the drawers to find the means to uncork it. “What? Bikers can’t enjoy wine like the rest of civilized society?”

I laughed, loving this teasing side of him. “Of course they can. I’m just saying, when I think about a bunch of tough, tattooed bikers drinking together, I picture whiskey, bourbon, and vodka. You know, the hard stuff. Not expensive French vintages.”

Retrieving two glasses from the proper cupboard, Ox shook his head. “We’re a misunderstood people.”

“I’m starting to get that,” I teased back, accepting my wine and taking a small sip. It was heavenly, and my eyes rounded with approval. “This is delicious! And it’ll pair great with the steaks,” I predicted.

Grabbing the plate of steaks, Ox nodded his agreement. “I’m going to start cooking these. I’m starving.”

I didn’t doubt it. The giant was always ravenous. “Sounds good. I like mine medium rare.”

Ox was only in a long sleeve thermal, but the cold didn’t seem to bother him any. Putting on my coat to follow the biker outside, I sat down at the table with my glass of wine and watched as he lifted the hood of the grill and began to prepare the meat. The night was chilly but clear, and I felt hypnotized by the woods, which were beginning to come alive with the mysterious noises of the night and the wildlife hidden within it.

“You okay?” Ox asked, noting the far off look in my eyes after several minutes of silence had elapsed.

Tucking my hair behind my ears, my gaze refocused on the handsome man in front of me. All six and a half glorious feet of him. “Yeah, it’s just,” I paused to think of the best way to describe what I was feeling, “a lot to take in over the last couple of days. You know?”

“For what it’s worth,” Ox said as he placed the steaks on the preheated grill, coating them with a bottle of unmarked, homemade seasoning he’d retrieved from the cupboard earlier, “you’re handling the situation much better than most would.”

I smiled at his kind compliment. One I wasn’t sure I’d actually earned, but was willing to accept nonetheless. “Thanks. I’m just not used to this kind of thing. It’s so surreal.”

Cocking his head to the side, the giant biker lowered the hood of the grill to trap the heat in. “What kind of thing?”

I blushed, somewhat flustered by his question. “You know, men acting this way. Chasing me. Following me about. That kind of stuff.”

“I’m having a hard time believing that,” Ox said, coming to sit beside me. “While most men aren’t as unhinged as Ghost, I’m sure you’ve had your fair share of men knocking down your door, Kayla.”

Drawing up my knees, I wrapped my arms around them and rested my chin on top. The truth was, I’d only ever had a handful of boyfriends over the years. And none of those had ever been long term. While men were interested in me, or more likely my body, few ever sparked my mind. I’d never really connected to anyone before on both levels. It was usually one or the other. The mental or the physical. And I wanted that more than anything. Needed it, in fact.

Rolling my eyes, I hugged my knees closer against the chill of the night. “I think you’re overestimating my sex appeal.”

Ox gave me a hard look that said he disagreed with that statement. “Unless the entire population of your high school and college were blind or gay, I think you’re underestimating it. Need I remind you of Kenny?”

I rolled my eyes. “He doesn’t count!”

My companion scoffed. “Why not?”

“Because,” I paused, trying to think of a reason to support my case that wouldn’t sound ridiculous, “he was a friend who simply got confused about the boundaries of our relationship. Nothing more.”

Ox took a casual sip of his wine, but his eyes never wavered from mine. “Keep telling yourself that, kid.”

I didn’t like the direction of this conversation, so I decided to flip the script. Grill him on his love life for a change. “And what about you?”

Ox’s blue eyes widened with surprise. “What about me?”

“Who’s in your life?” I queried, liking the way the large man squirmed the tiniest bit in his seat as I questioned him. “A handsome, tall, bad-ass biker like yourself rarely goes lonely. I’m sure you don’t have to do more than crook your finger and women come running.”

Hell, he probably didn’t even have to do that much. The man had so much charisma women probably lined up at the Clubhouse’s front door and took numbers just to get a chance at being with the powerful man.

“Women like the Club,” he said simply.

My eyebrow rose. “Just the Club?”

“The men in the Club,” Ox amended. “It’s the leather. They go crazy for it,” he teased.

I don’t think it had anything to do with the leather. Though, truth be told, he looked damn good in his. “Keep telling yourself that, kid,” I shot back at him over the lip of my glass as I took a smug sip.

Ox’s full lips split into a grin. “Does this line of questioning have a purpose?” the man asked boldly.

My cheeks began to flush, something I hoped he attributed to the wine and the cold, but knew had more to do with the man’s electric proximity than anything.

“Maybe,” I returned, working up the courage to be bold myself, and tell the man exactly what I was thinking.

Okay, maybe not that bold, as I was picturing the biker doing the most obscene things to me over the railing. This wasn’t a porno. Though, if I were honest with myself, I certainly hoped our night together would resemble one.

Leaning back in his seat, Ox propped his long legs up on another chair. “Ask away, Kayla. I’m an open book.”

Biting my bottom lip, I decided to go for it. “Are you seeing anyone?”

I should have asked earlier. Before our little romp in my kitchen. However, the moment had taken me by surprise. And I’d been decidedly less verbal than I usually was as he gave me the best orgasm of my life.

“No,” he returned, leaning over to refill my glass before he topped off his own.

My heart constricted with hope at his words. Forcing myself to push forward, I added, “Would you like to be?”

Ox’s eyes were fixed on me when he said, “I’m not going to lie to you, Kayla. Club life is hard on men, but it’s harder on women. Most can’t handle what it means to be with a biker. It’s usually more than they bargained for.”

This time my heart constricted with pain, not hope. “What do you mean?”

“Sure, this life can be flashy and sexy. But it can also be dangerous, unpredictable, and intense. Women think they love a man enough to overlook those things. But long term? Most can’t.” His body remained relaxed, but I could tell he was closely inspecting my reaction to his honesty.

“I get that,” I returned, not sure what else to say and feeling open and raw in ways I’d never felt before.

“Do you?” he pressed, not giving me an inch. “Have you thought about what it would be like to introduce someone like me to your family? Friends? Colleagues? People don’t exactly have high opinions of bikers, Babe. Your parents are teachers, right?”

I nodded and a shiver ran through me then. “Yeah.”

“Well, how are they going to feel about Daddy’s little angel coming home with the devil?” he asked then.

I shrugged, not knowing how to respond. “It’s not their choice.”

“No, it’s not. But you are their daughter, and whether you want to admit it or not, their opinion matters to you. And, if they raised you right, it should.”

His point was a valid one, though I couldn’t just ignore how I felt about the man because my parents wouldn’t approve. Hell, they’d disapproved of nearly everyone I’d ever dated! And I told Ox as much.

He folded his hands onto his lap. “You think them not liking your tenth grade, pimple-faced, horny boyfriend is going to compare to you bringing home a one-percenter, Babe?”

When he put it like that, it was hard to argue. “Given time, they’ll adjust if they want to be in my life,” I lied, knowing they’d outright hate the idea and never warm to it.

Ox snorted. “Not when they see me. The way I look at you. When they see in my eyes all the dirty little things I want to do to you, Kayla.” His expression could have set me on fire it was so fucking hot. “God, Woman, you don’t even have a clue what it would be like between us. The things I’d show you.”

If he was trying to talk me out of the situation, he needed to stop saying these sexy as hell things. Because, right about now, I was thinking with something less productive than my brain. And that bitch between my thighs was fairly panting at his dark, lusty promises.

My chest began to unsteadily rise and fall and my eyes become hooded. When Ox stood, I thought he was coming over to ravish me. A fate I’d be more than willing to accept. However, he walked over to the grill to check on the steaks instead.

Blinking back the lust coursing through me, I stood shakily and said, “I need to go check on dessert,” and scrambled ungracefully back into the house to do a fictitious task and put some much needed distance between us before I spontaneously combusted right there on the deck.

Running to the bathroom, I rinsed my face to cool my burning cheeks. When I came back out, Ox was outside flipping the steaks and reading something intently off his phone. I decided to clean the dishes in the sink as I kept an eye on the pie to give him his privacy, as well as mull over everything he’d said earlier.

When the timer on my phone went off, reminding me to take out the pie, I reached into the oven and extracted the aromatic treat excitedly. I loved this dessert, though I rarely made it because, well, I couldn’t eat a whole pie by myself. Well, I could, but I’d regret it in the morning!

After setting the pie on the counter, I retrieved the potatoes behind it and Ox poked his head into the house. “The steaks are ready whenever you are,” he called out, like he hadn’t just said the most sexually explicit thing I’d ever heard in my life just minutes before.

Reaching into the fridge, I took out the salad. Loading that and our potatoes onto a tray, I walked back toward the sliding glass door and Ox opened it for me.

“Looks good,” he said with a husky tone that didn’t match up to the food I was carrying. “I can’t wait to eat every bite.”

Swallowing hard, my gaze lowered to the deck as I set everything on the table. Ox handed me a plate with an enormous steak on it and I laughed, breaking up some of the tension in the air.

“This is too much! I can’t eat all of this,” I declared, as I eyed the inch and a half thick slab of beef in front of me.

“I’ll eat whatever you don’t,” Ox said, digging into the feast in front of us. “You never have to worry about leftovers with me around.”

I believed him. The man was practically a human garbage disposal. “Well, I hope you’re hungry, because I think I can only manage a third of this Flinstone-sized portion of meat you cooked me.”

We lapsed into comfortable conversation then and Ox kept my wine glass full. Setting my fork down about halfway through my steak, I admitted defeat and piled it onto his plate. Not missing a beat, the biker devoured mine as quickly as he’d eaten his.

“Save some room for dessert,” I lectured good-naturedly. “I made my favorite peanut butter pie recipe and you’ll be sorry if you’re too full to enjoy it.”

“Oh yee of little faith,” he jested, as he finished off the last bite of his potato.

Standing, I began to clear our plates into the kitchen. Ox rose and helped, offering to dry the dishes as I washed.

“The deal was I did dishes if you paid for dinner,” I reminded him.

“You are doing dishes,” he reasoned, “I’m just speeding up the process so we can get to dessert.”

A man after my own heart. Near the tail end of dish duty, Ox got a phone call from one of his Brothers and stepped outside onto the deck to talk. Far more tired than I realized, I decided to take my shower before dessert so I could simply brush my teeth before going to bed.

Disappearing into the bedroom, I began to set out my clothes and lotion onto the bed for my post-shower ritual. Going into the bathroom, I stripped down and cranked the heat on high. As a New Englander, I shouldn’t be affected by the cold this much. However, living in California for the last few years must have really thinned my blood because at the earliest sign of a chill, I was craving turtle-neck sweaters and pumpkin spiced lattes.

After my shower, I lotioned and stepped into my pajamas. Just as I was slipping on my socks, there was a knock at the bedroom door.

“It’s unlocked,” I called out, as Ox entered and filled the room with his larger than life presence.

“How was your shower?” the handsome man inquired, as he took in my wet hair and pjs with a knowing grin. He’d spent enough nights with me now to know how much I liked my nightly shower before tucking into a set of clean sheets.

His smile was contagious so I smiled back at him. “The water pressure was surprisingly good for a cabin and the hot water never flagged.”

In fact, I was able to successfully shave without it ever running out. That was never a guarantee at my apartment. More often than not, the water got lukewarm halfway through and I had to rush the rest of my shower before it turned to straight up liquid ice.

“Yeah, my Brother Pipe knows his shit. He only ever buys the best of the best when it comes to technology, so everything in this cabin is state of the art. Usually five or six of us will come up here in the fall for hunting, and we never run out of hot water.”

That was impressive. “He should have a talk with my landlord. He could learn a thing or two from your friend.”

Ox frowned. “Is he being a creep to you or something?”

Seeing his anger building, I quickly shook my head. “No, he’s never done anything to me. It’s just not the nicest apartment complex. But as a college student paying my own way through school, it’s all I can afford at the moment.”

Looking displeased with that, Ox’s frown deepened. “Let me check with a few people. I’ll find you a better place in your budget with working hot and cold water and no creepy landlords.”

I smiled brightly at his kindness. “You don’t have to do that. You’ve done enough for me already.”

Ox stepped closer and ran a strand of my honey blonde hair through his large fingers. With me sitting, and him standing, it looked like I was being lorded over by a fearsome giant. It made me feel small. Safe. And dominated. And my girlie parts especially appreciated the last bit.

“Babe, I haven’t begun to do all the things I want to do for you, and to you,” the man rasped, his already deep voice gruffer than usual.

A warmth spread through me at his words. Reflexively, I tilted my head back and gazed into his light blue eyes. When his thumb played along the seam of my lips, they automatically parted to allow him entrance. When it dipped inside, my tongue stroked his rough skin and something that sounded suspiciously like a growl rumbled in his cavernous chest.

My eyes never left his as I began to slowly suck his thumb, allowing it to slip back and forth between my pursed lips. A fire, deep in my chest, sprung to life and began to burn a path all throughout my body.

“If you like that, Babe, I’ll give you something else you’ll love to suck,” he said, gripping my hair and feeding my head back and forth along his thick fingers as he slipped a second inside. “Take off your clothes, Kayla. I want to see all of you spread out in my bed.”

Wanting that myself, I got to work undressing. Ox’s hungry gaze watched me with lust-crazed interest. As soon as my breasts were exposed, he made a pleased noise in the back of his throat. Wanting to please him further, I stroked my nipples and bit my lower lip.

Reaching down, Ox squeezed his cock and gave it a rough tug through his jeans. “Fuck, Babe! You want me to come before I even get inside of you?”

Shaking my head, I reached down to my sweat pants and pulled them down my hips. I wasn’t wearing any underwear and that fact wasn’t lost on Ox.

“What a pretty little pussy,” he complimented, watching it with so much intensity it nearly stole my breath. “I can’t wait to stretch it wide with my big dick and get it all nice and dirty.”

My heart skipped a beat as I glimpsed the enormous bulge in his jeans. Though I’d never seen it directly, it was clear by that bulge that Ox’s cock was every bit as oversized as the man himself.

“You see something you like, Babe?” Ox posed then, cupping the back of my head with his massive hand.

“Yes,” I answered thickly, gathering my nerve to do all the things I’d wanted to do to this man since we’d met.

Ox’s blue eyes smoldered down at me. “Then show me what you want. Take it out. I like to watch you play with it.” With panther-like grace, he smoothly slipped out of his cut, then his long-sleeved Tee.

My gaze hungrily consumed the man in front of me and my mouth literally began to water. From his biceps, which were the size of tree trunks, to his core, which rippled and flexed with each subtle movement, his body was solid muscle and absolute perfection. I usually wasn’t into the body-builder type, but on Ox, it was different. His physique was that of a gladiator’s, and being jacked seemed completely natural on him.

And then there were his tattoos. They were nothing short of beautiful. The artwork was exceptional. The different lines and images blended together seamlessly with every curve and bend of his muscled body. Like they too had always been a part of him, they covered nearly every square inch of visible flesh. And the final product was absolutely mesmerizing.

Licking my lips in anticipation of the large job in front of me, I reached forward and smoothed the heel of my palm against the lead bar straining against his pants. Ox’s hips kicked forward, grinding himself against me with fierce need.

Locating his zipper, I pinched the cool metal tag and tugged down. Like it was staging a prison break, Ox’s cock shot out of its confinement and strained toward me.

While I knew Ox would be large in every way, I was actually rendered speechless by how big his dick actually was. Long, fat, and flushed bright red at the tip, it curved toward his belly in all its prideful glory. Just the sheer size of it made me break out in a cold sweat. There was no way something that long and thick was going to fit inside my mouth, let alone other places.

Sensing my fear, Ox stroked my head. “Just fit as much of it as you can inside your mouth. There’s no way you’re getting it all down tonight. That’ll take practice,” he said, smiling darkly.

Clearly my reaction to his mega-dick was nothing new to the giant biker. Taking the massive slab of hot flesh into my grip, I gave it an experimental pump and Ox groaned with pleasure.

Emboldened, I began to increase the pressure and speed. Leaning forward, my tongue flicked out along the ruddy head. Gentle at first, I stroked him from root to tip. When he continued to make groaning noises, I grew more confident and let my instincts, and his grunts, lead me forward.

“Damn, Kayla,” Ox said, dropping his head backward in a state of pleasure-pain, “that feels so good. Whatever you’re doing, keep it up. Your mouth is so wet and hot, I’m doing everything I can not to fuck your face so hard I end up in the back of your goddamned throat!”

His words turned me on so much I had to reach between my legs and give my clit some much needed attention. As soon as my fingers slipped between my needy folds, they were greeted with a flood of warm, sticky fluid. There was so much there, it made obscene, sloppy noises as I began to work myself over.

“I can hear how wet and ready you are for me, Babe. It’s so fucking hot. Spread your legs so I can see you play with that tight little cunt of yours as you suck me off.”

My legs spread nice and wide so Ox could have an unobstructed view of my sex as I continued to pump his shaft and tickle the head with the tip of my tongue.

“Enough teasing,” he growled then, grasping the base of his erection and rubbing it along the perimeter of my lips. “It’s time to suck it in nice and deep. I want to see how much of me you can take.”

Opening my mouth nearly as wide as my legs, my eyes locked with Ox’s as he nudged his cockhead between my wet, parted lips.

“That’s it,” he hissed as he inched inside. “Such a good girl, swallowing your man’s fat cock down your pretty throat.”

His praise turned me on as much as the act itself. Wanting to please him, I rushed and sucked him nearly half way down and instantly choked on his impressive length.

“As much as I like watching and hearing you choke on my cock, Babe, don’t take too much in at once. I’m going to need to train your throat if you are going to take anywhere near to the whole thing inside you. Same for your pussy.”

I blinked through the tears that had formed in my eyes from choking on Ox’s dick. God! This man was a lot to take in. All that muscle, intensity, and size, both above and below the belt, were going to take some getting used to. However, I was more than willing to take on the challenge.

My mouth was full of fluid and I tried to swallow some of it down, but Ox grabbed my throat and shook his head.

“Spit it onto my cock, Babe. I’m going to want inside your cunt soon, and you’re going to need all the lube you can get to cram me inside,” Ox warned.

I shivered at the thought of him plowing that club of a cock into my tight pussy. I hadn’t been with anyone for a long time, and a regular sized man would have been an effort at this point. But, Ox! He was going to be a trial of the unprecedented kind.

Gathering the fluid in my mouth, I did as instructed and spat onto the biker’s cock before working it down his shaft. Alternating between sucking and pumping, Ox gripped my hair and held my head still after I began to really get going.

“I’d love to blow my load right into your hot mouth, Babe, but I want inside that tight cunt of yours first. Lay back and spread your legs. I want to get you sloppy wet before I take this,” he jerked the massive rod between his legs with his fist, “and slam it home.”

An anticipatory shiver coursed through me as I scooted backward and let my legs fall open with desperate need.

Ox grinned. “Just as pretty as I remember it,” he announced before stepping out of his jeans. I noticed, like me, he didn’t have any underwear on.

Crawling between my legs, he got settled between my thighs. Lowering his head, Ox began to feast on my body. He didn’t go right for my clit though, which was practically begging for him to pet it like an eager puppy. Instead, he bathed my thighs clean of my juices, worked over to my folds, and then ran his tongue from my slit all the way up to that tingling little bundle of nerves screaming out for attention. He gave it a few quick swipes, before returning to nibbling my thighs and licking my folds.

I groaned and threaded my fingers through his thick, short hair. “I need more!”

Ox chuckled. “You like to tease, but not be teased?” Clearly he remembered when I’d done something very similar to him a few short minutes ago. “I said I want you wet, Baby. I’m going to stretch this tight cunt of yours so wide you’re going to be walking funny tomorrow. I need that tight little hole of yours as loose as possible before I fuck you.”

Only spitting distance from an orgasm, I couldn’t care less about being “loose”. I needed to come and I needed to come now! Between Ghost and school, I’d been so busy I hadn’t taken care of my body’s needs in far too long. My breath ripped in and out of my lungs then, practically quivering with desire.

I was so desperate, I resorted to the one thing I knew I should never do. Begging. But hell, desperate times call for desperate measures. Right?

“Please Ox, I need to come. Lick my clit.”

Ox chuckled, as he gave my swollen bud a few teasing strokes. Slipping a finger inside my weeping channel, he made a humming noise as he watched the thick digit pulse in and out with ease.

“I like this,” he spoke, adding his thumb against my clit for further stimulation. “You on your back, legs spread, begging to come. It’s the most beautiful you’ve ever looked, waiting to take my cock like such a good girl.”

I was hovering somewhere between overstimulation and pure bliss, and Ox was intentionally keeping me from tipping over the edge.

“Please, Ox!” I pleaded, urging his head back down between my legs. “I need you to help me come.”

“You need me, Baby,” he repeated, ever so slightly increasing the tempo with his thumb. “How bad? Tell Daddy what you want. And if you ask really nicely, he’ll give it to you all night long.”

My eyes popped open, but were still hooded with lust. “I want you to fuck me with that big cock of yours!” I growled without hesitation.

Ox’s eyes lit up like a barn on fire. “You want to come on my dick? Get it all nice and slippery so I can stuff all of this inside you?”

As he spoke, Ox ran the spongy tip through the slickness of my folds and I practically bucked like a wildcat as my fingers tangled in the now bunched comforter.

My back arched off the bed as his prick continued to tease my weeping entrance. “Yes!”

We’d both waited so long to be with one another, I wondered how he could employ such restraint not to slam away into my throbbing pussy when I was over here melting down like a two year-old without a nap.

Crawling up toward the headboard, Ox straddled his arms around my head, caging me beneath him. “Look at me, Kayla,” he ordered, stroking his fingers down my cheek.

My vision was blurred with hormones, but his clear blue eyes helped me focus enough to pay attention to what he was saying through the haze of my lust. “I don’t ever go bareback with a woman, but I want to feel every inch of this delicious body tonight. You on the pill, Babe?”

I nodded, wanting nothing between us tonight, either. Wrapping my heels around his waist, I urged him forward. The head of his wide cock snagged my center. Because I was dripping wet, it parted my folds and pushed in an inch. Loving the feel of him, I moaned, my heels nipping at his backside, demanding more.

Ox gave an involuntary shudder as the most sensitive part of his cock butted up against the tight ring of muscle and flesh of my core.

Sweat beaded on his forehead with his effort of staying still, despite my incessant rocking. “You have no fucking idea how good you feel, Kayla. Christ, I’m so hard, I feel like I’m sixteen again and it’s my first time.”

And only the head was in! What would the rest feel like? “Don’t stop,” I prompted, angling my hips upward. “I want to feel all of you.”

Ox didn’t have to be told twice. Pressing onward, his cock slipped in another few inches. When it reached the middle, the girthiest part, he had to use my hip to stabilize and hold me still as he buried himself deeper.

Sucking in a startled breath at the feel of him, I let my body relax to the overstuffed sensation. It was the most full I’d ever felt, and it bordered somewhere between a slight burn and absolute heaven.

Ox’s forehead rested against mine as he kept himself in a hovering pushup position so that he didn’t hurt me. “Oh, Baby, you’re taking my cock so nicely,” he ground out, brushing his lips against mine.

Needing more despite the pinch and burn of the sudden large intrusion, I raised my hips and Ox sank in another satisfying inch.

“Fuck!” he growled, like an animal who was fighting his baser instincts. “Are you trying to tell me you’re ready for more, Kayla? Cause I’ll give you as much as you can take, if you are.”

I looped my arms around his powerful neck. “I need all of you, Ox. I’m ready.”

Reaching under my thighs with his thick arms, Ox spread my legs even wider as he angled my hips and snapped his pelvis into mine. There was a quick rush of pain, then only contentment as he stretched me to the max.

“Fucking hell!” Ox groaned, grinding himself as close as he could to my overstretched pussy. “You’ve got the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. It’s choking my cock like a goddamned noose!”

He wasn’t exaggerating. We were so tightly bound, I felt like we’d become one person. When I became comfortable enough to move, I gave a little wiggle to let Ox know I was ready for more. Reading me like a book, he slowly dragged out of my passage, his thick cock teasing my clit the whole way.

He stroked slowly at first. Pulling in and out of me at a measured pace. Each time he withdrew from my core, my muscles tightened and my clit became more stimulated. I’d never been with a man as well endowed as Ox before. The experience was an undeniably heady one. Each time his thick shaft pounded in and out of me, it tickled my clit, sending me closer and closer to the precipice of orgasmic madness.

I began to pant as he picked up the tempo. “Yes,” I cried out, my voice choked with pleasure. “Don’t stop! Harder!”

Digging his knees into the mattress to ground himself, Ox began to really pound away at my pussy. That extra pressure catapulted me into euphoria. Like a leaf in a windstorm, I was swept up and carried high into the clouds before swirling madly about. Caught between heaven and earth, the ecstasy enshrouded me like a thick cloak. After my pleasure peaked, I slowly drifted back down to earth, feeling lighter than I ever had before.

My body seized around Ox’s flesh, milking him with each pleasure-filled pulse of my core. Shouting something incomprehensible, Ox gnashed his teeth together, bellowed, and splintered apart himself. His throbbing cock unloaded inside of me. Like a jet powered engine, it fired copious amounts of creamy seed into my center, bathing me with his wet heat.

The breath sawed in and out of his chest as Ox braced himself above me, not wanting to level his full weight on top of my smaller frame. With care, he extracted himself from the comfort of my body and I immediately felt the loss.

Turning toward me, he asked, “How are you feeling?”

Not able to hide my grin, I said, “Very good.”

And it was the truth. I felt as light as a feather, right about now. Absolutely weightless.

“Wait until you stand up,” he teased, grabbing my ass and hauling me in toward his wide chest. “You’re going to be sore in a few minutes.”

“You’re awfully full of yourself, Sir,” I teased, brushing my nose against his.

“Babe, I felt how tight your pussy stretched when I fucked you. No matter how wet you are, you’re going to feel that in the morning.”

He wasn’t wrong. The longer we lay here, the more tender I was growing. “I guess we’re just going to have to sit here all night then,” I reasoned with a smirk.

“No way,” Ox returned, taking my hand and pulling me upright. “I was promised peanut butter pie, and that’s what I’m getting!”