Chapter Eleven
Coyote
“No. Stop. What are you doing? Don’t touch me.” Bethany was having some kind of nightmare. It was like what happened a few weeks ago at my shop. Her words were slow and dragged out, like time moved differently in her dreams. She was obviously reliving something awful that had happened to her. I turned her over and looked down into her scared face.
She began moving her hands, like she was fighting someone. “Get away from me. Help!”
Seeing her like this broke my heart. I quickly shook her awake. “Wake up, Bethany. You’re having a nightmare.”
She jerked up to a seated position and scrambled back out of my reach. Her expression was terrified.
I quickly held up one hand. “It’s okay, querida. You’re here with me. Whoever was chasing you in your dream can’t get to you anymore.”
She rubbed her hands down her face and glanced around. It took her a second to realize she was in my bed. She crawled over and threw her arms around my neck. “I’m sorry for going crazy on you again.”
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. “You’re here with me. You’re safe. No one can get to you here.”
“That’s not true. If someone really wanted to get to me, they could.”
“I have a top-of-the-line security system to alert us if anyone tries to break in. Whoever that stupid fucker was that hurt you, couldn’t take me out in order to get you. I’d kick his ass into the next century. You’re safe with me. Trust me on that, darlin’.”
She placed her hands on my bare chest and slid them upwards. “You’re the nicest man I’ve ever met. I always liked you best. There hadn’t been a lot of kindness or caring in my life until I met you. I never should have left.”
I tilted her head up to look into her eyes. “One day, all these bad dreams will just be a bad memory. I’ll always be here for you. The cock riding is at your leisure and free of charge.” It took me about half a second to realize my attempt at lightening the mood sounded more like a creepy proposition. I let my hand fall from her face and added, “I mean whenever you want me, I’m yours.”
She snuggled closer and asked. “Why can’t it be now?”
My breath caught in my lungs, and I froze in place, not understanding how fucking much I wanted a little tumble this morning after until she suggested it.
“You like morning sex?” I asked hopefully.
“Doesn’t everyone?”
My brain was shouting hallelujah. Unfortunately, my heart was shouting that I should be careful and not make this all about sex. She needed to know that I wanted more than just her body.
I opened my mouth to say maybe we should slow our roll, “I think—”
She cut me off. “I know my body is different than how you remembered, but I really would like to make the most of the limited time we have together. I’d like to have what I want instead of what everyone else thinks I need.”
The fact she seemed to think that my reluctance was to do with her changed body made me feel so bad for her, that she’d even think this. “Querida, you are a beautiful woman. I’ve really been enjoying all the new curves. Trust me motherhood has only improved your already perfect body.”
Her eyes flew open. “You don’t have to say things like that to make me feel better.”
“You grew a whole fucking human being inside your body, I just can’t quite get over how amazing that must have been.”
Her hand came up to caress my chest but then she froze. “Good God, did I make all those scratches? Of course I did. Jesus, Lucas, I feel awful.”
I chuckled. “Don’t get bent out of shape. I love getting scratched up during the heat of sex with you.” Gesturing to my marks of honor, I carefully explain, “Trust me when I say, I love wearing your marks. I’m gonna be taking my shirt off every chance I get while these heal up.”
“Really?” Bringing up one finger, she gently abrades one of the marks with her nail, tracking from my shoulder all the way down and across my chest. My cock jerked to attention from half-mast in an instant.
“Oh, I see how that works for you,” she said with a wicked smirk. “I guess sex is on the table after all, this morning.
“Sex with you is always on the table for me. I just don’t want to take advantage of you if you’re still sore from last night.”
“It wouldn’t be taking advantage if we both want it, right?”
When she reached down to run one finger around the head of my cock it surged again, dribbling precum.
“Sexy,” she whispered, and brought her finger to her lips.
“Fuck it. If you truly want me, I’m not going to deny myself. Just so you know, no matter the situation, I’ll always choose you, Bethany.”
“Well, I’ve got to be back home by ten this morning. I’m all yours for the next couple of hours.”
“If you’re mine and in the mood for sex, I know exactly what to do with you. I’ll lick you until you’re as excited as I am and then we’ll go another round. Only I’ll be gentler.”
“Forget gentle,” she said decisively. “I want an uno reverso and then exactly the kind of sex we had last night.”
“What’s that about? Is it something new?” Maybe I’m not as up to date with slang as I thought I was.
Her eyes dropped to my raging hard-on, and she gestured to my cock. “Take a gigantic guess, handsome.”
Even though I was keen on having my cock sucked by Bethany, I felt deprived of the enjoyment of having my mouth on her.
“Don’t be that way,” she chided me gently. “It’s your turn to get oral pleasure. It’s only fair.”
“Oh, I’m not complaining. Far from it. I just want to make you happy because truth be told everything we do thrills the fuck outta me.”
She launches herself at me and throws her arms around my neck. “That’s the perfect attitude for guys who want to get laid. You should teach a master class or something like that.”
Before I could respond, her mouth was on mine and her kisses were hungry. This woman’s enthusiasm for me was slowly eroding my self-control. My hand slid up her back and tangled in her hair. I tugged her head back and plundered her mouth.
After our lips parted, she kissed her way down my body and her hands landed on my cock. She made a few tentative pumps and then leaned over and licked the tip with her the softest tongue I’d ever felt, teasing the slit. As if on command a pearl of precum oozed out and I shivered as her tongue licked it up. How did forget about that warm, wet mouth of hers and how good it felt on my cock?
Well, there was no forgetting a damn thing when she was right here, reminding me of every single thing that made her unique and special in my eyes. After teasing me, she wrapped her mouth around the head of my cock and sucked me deep into her mouth.
And it felt so fucking good. Her enthusiasm for sucking my cock had always surprised me. But never more so than today. This morning, she was extra eager. It was enough to make me wonder how long it had been since she had sex.
I looked down at my body and watched her sucking my cock. Her eyes were closed, and her cheeks hollowed out as her lips wrapped around my thick shaft. She seemed lost in the pleasure of giving me pleasure. It occurred to me this was one of the things that felt special about Bethany. Her eagerness and how she seemed to think she was lucky to get noticed by me. I liked feeling wanted. Her eyes fluttered as she sucked and worked my shaft with both hands. It was every man’s fantasy come true.
My hand came down to gather her hair up out of her face, both so I could get a better view and also to keep her hair from getting messy when I came.
She rewarded me by bringing her hand down to roll my balls in her fingers.
This woman was getting me off quicker than any sex I’d had in my entire life. When it became obvious that I was not going to last much longer, I warned her, “I’m about to gush in that pretty little mouth of yours. Now would be a good time to take a break if you don’t want that.”
Instead of moving her mouth off my cock, she sucked harder and took me in so deep I felt my cock hit the back of her throat. In a matter of seconds, I came hard enough to gag her a bit. Seeing my seed dripping down her chin was a sight that would have made me come instantly if I hadn’t just shot my load, as it was, I felt my well-sucked cock start to stiffen again.
Fuck, what was this woman doing to me?
I carefully lifted her up and helped her seat herself on my cock. She leaned back slightly and put her hands on my legs. I lifted her and back down, trying to be careful with her, like I promised.
She sat up, got her knees under her and started riding me much rougher than I would have, considering we had been pretty wild last night I thought she’d want to take it easier today, but Bethany didn’t care. She took what she wanted from me. And I proudly let her. The sight of her riding my cock as her breasts bounced was probably the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
I ran both hands up her stomach to cup her heavy breasts before playing with her nipples, rolling the stiff peaks between my fingers. She moaned in response and lost the rhythm of her movements for a few seconds.
“Morning sex is the best with you, Bethany. I wouldn’t have wanted to miss this extra treat for all the world. Look at you, all glorious in the daylight.”
Her face lit up. “I don’t think of it extra, more like part of the whole package.”
God this woman made me so fucking happy. Nothing else even compared.
When she turned around and started riding me reverse cowgirl, it took me by surprise. Just when I thought I had her figured out, she did something unpredictable. It’s only that because we never once used this position. “God, you feel so fucking amazing.”
Glancing back over her shoulder, I saw her blush as she replied. “You too. I love that your bed is a judgement free zone. I feel like I can tell you anything.”
When she started to run out of steam, I switched it up and took over. Each thrust of my hips forced my cock into her tight pussy. I forced her to go slow and steady. Her legs came up and wrapped around my waist. She jerked me forward with her legs on each thrust. It was her way of chastising me for not giving her the nice hard fuck she wanted. Instead of fighting with her physically, I plunged into her hard and fast, just the way she liked.
It took me a few more rough strokes for her to come all over my cock and for me to shoot my load. I spewed so hard my balls felt empty and aching. Only Bethany could do this to me.
We lay there, once again tangled in each other’s arms, letting the sweat we worked up cool on our bodies.
“I could stay in your bed for days and never get enough of you,” she whispered.
“You can have my cock any damn time you want it.”
Fuck, this was a woman after my own heart. She was so warm, open, and giving. I especially enjoyed how she told me exactly what she wanted. God knows, I wanted to give her everything she wanted, especially when it came to my cock.
I ran one hand though her hair and tilted her head back to look into her eyes. “Was it as good as you remember, querida?”
She nodded, looking up at me like I was the sexiest man alive. “Don’t worry you exceeded your own unreasonably high standards.”
“I’m glad. I couldn’t let you leave unsatisfied. If word got out, I’d be laughed out of the Dark Slayer’s clubhouse. My club brothers have zero respect for men who can’t keep their women happy.”
“You’re in no danger of that, babe. If I was your woman, I’d be over the moon.”
I wanted to tell her she was, she’d never stopped being my woman. But remembering my vow to take things slowly instead I just kissed her forehead.
We lay like that for a long time as we enjoyed the afterglow. I could feel her warm breath against my chest. The thought of her being over the moon at being mine, warmed me from the inside out. I wanted that more than anything else in the world.
I turned us on our sides, pulling her close. I felt her body relax as she fell asleep, but I couldn’t sleep. Instead, I lay awake thinking of everything that happened since Bethany showed up at my house.
Glancing at the clock I realized we still had an hour left before she was supposed to be home. I decided to let her sleep fifteen more minutes before waking her up. God knows, I would prefer to not wake her up at all because the thought of our one magical date being over threatened to leave me grief stricken.
But I would never want to be the cause of Bethany letting her daughter down, so after fifteen minutes I gently shook her awake. Her face lit up when she realized that I’d been careful not to let her sleep so long she was late getting her back to her kid. In fact, she was so happy that I ended up getting a sweet kiss for my efforts.
“You ready to grab a shower, querida? I’m sure you don’t want anyone to know that you’ve been having dirty sex with a biker all night long.”
She rolled out of bed behind me and responded cheerfully, “I’d be proud if people thought you were my man. Unfortunately, neither of us has the time or energy to devote to a serious relationship right now. I’ve got work and Nessa to look after, and you’ve got your grand opening coming up next week.”
I turned on the shower and pulled out a stack of clean towels. “Speak for yourself, sweetheart, I’m a multitasker. I’m also the kind of man who makes room for what’s important to me. You definitely fall into that category. So, if you ever decide that you want to try again with me, I’m telling you right now that I’m there for it. You don’t even have to ask. Just let me know what you want, and I’ll make it happen.”
“Oh wow, Lucas. You’re making me seriously consider things I have no business even hoping for after running out on you the way I did those years ago.”
I helped her into the shower and then stepped in behind her. “We already talked about that, Bethany. I understand you were distraught at the time because I didn’t do my job. I was a shitty protector and you ended up getting hurt by some asshole who never should have had his hands on you. I won’t be too surprised if you don’t trust me to protect you. It’s what I deserve really.”
Bethany tugged me around so she could look into my eyes. “I ran because I was messed up, not because of anything you did or didn’t do. Please don’t think you let me down. If anything, it was the other way around.”
I cupped her face in my hands and gave her a tender kiss, wishing with all my cold, dark heart that her words were true. They weren’t. They couldn’t be. No, she was a nice lady trying to gloss over my failures in order to avoid hurting my feelings. That’s just the kind of woman she was and the primary reason I didn’t deserve to be with her. But hopefully soon I could prove to her that I did deserve her.
At least I had the satisfaction of knowing that our prospects were looking out for her. I couldn’t stand the thought of some asshole hurting her again. I’d move heaven and earth to keep her safe.