Chapter 2
NICOLETTA
Bolt’s brow furrows when I take the condoms out of his hand.
“I’m on the pill, and Brad and I hadn’t had sex for at least three months before he died. And there was no one else.”
“Shit.” He stares at me like he’s trying to figure out a puzzle.
“What I’m saying is,” I continue, “you were the last person I had sex with, and we used a condom.”
“Yeah, I always strap up, but I still get tested. Came up clean a week ago.”
“So, I think we’re good.”
“Shit, babe, we’re better than good. Taking you raw would be fuckin’ amazing.” He cups my face. “You’re sure?”
“Absolutely.” Again, his concern floors me in a way I wouldn’t have expected.
His expression changes to a teasing snarl. “I think I told you to get up on your hands and knees, right?”
“Yes, sir.” I quickly scramble around and smile at him over my shoulder. “After the last time, this is my new favorite position.”
“You’re telling me you never done a down and dirty doggie before?”
The only downward dog I’ve done is at yoga.
I shake my head. “Most country club sex is very vanilla. Even the women cheating on their husbands with the golf or tennis pros don’t have many variations.”
“Shit, that sucks. And not in the good way.” His rough palms smooth over my ass cheeks. “You sure are fine.”
How did this rough, tatted man make simple phrases seem important and meaningful? No flowery words and promises, just out there and in your face honesty. Honesty even if it hurt. My world had become so structured and stilted, I didn’t even realize all I was missing was—truth.
He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to him, nuzzling my neck. “Hey, where did you go just then?”
“You noticed.” I was with Brad for almost a year, and he never questioned my moods or concerns, always focused on himself.
“I notice everything, babe. I told you, it’s how I stay alive.”
His warm breath tickles my neck, making me shiver. “See what you do to me?”
“I see I got a hot babe here who sucks dick like a pro and fucks with everything she’s got. Only right I return the favor.” He holds me tighter, my back to his front. When his hand slides down to my heat, my body quivers.
“Hmmm, I got you shaking, huh?” Bolt whispers into my hair as his fingers knead my clit. “Love how you melt for me. So fuckin’ wet and ready.”
His thick fingers feather over my clit, and unbelievably, my body shudders into another orgasm. My head falls back against his shoulder, my lips parted until he covers them with his in a searing, sultry, open-mouthed kiss.
He takes the same hand and sneaks it between us, separating my cheeks and gently coating my ass with my cream while he nips at my shoulder.
“Ever taken it there?” he mumbles into my skin. “Feels fuckin’ amazing.”
My breath catches at the thought.
He continues to rub his fingers over my hole, slow and rhythmic, and when he presses his cock between my cheeks, I gasp out. My heart beats harder as I move with him, the excitement almost unbearable.
“I promise to go slow, real slow, any way you want it.” His hips keep up a slow grind as his thick, hard dick glides between my sensitive flesh.
I brace my hands against the headboard and stop. I twist my head toward him. “Not yet.”
“You ain’t afraid of me, are you?” His concerned face almost makes me weep for what I’ve been missing for so long.
“No, it’s not like that. I just need time.”
“Sure, it’s all right.” He kisses the side of my face. “But now, you got me so amped up, I gotta get in your heat. Like right the fuck now.”
“Yes, yes.” I wiggle into his rigid cock, already dripping wet with hunger.
He grips my hips with each hand. “Hold on, babe, ‘cause this ain’t gonna be sweet.”
Bolt glides between my sensitive ass cheeks once, twice, then surges forward until he’s deep inside me.
I shift to get him deeper, until he’s rubbing and teasing my clit with his huge dick.
Gripping my hips harder, he pistons into me hard, relentlessly.
Digging deep until his balls slap against my ass at a dizzying speed.
My head drops between my arms as I grip the headboard, barely holding on, devouring every inch of Bolt and wanting more, much more.
He thrusts into me, and I push back against him in a war of pleasure mixed with pain.
I want everything he has to give and more until it all collides in a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and uninhibited, glorious rapture.
When the wave hits, it hits hard, sending my palms flat to the mattress. My center pulses like I’ve never experienced, and I never want it to stop.
“Yes, yes, please don’t stop,” I scream out.
Bolt lets out a howl that vibrates through me, pumps into me one more time, then crashes us to the sheets.
Our ragged breathing is the only sound in the room. I’m totally boneless, unable to move, unable to think, and it’s the best feeling—ever.
BOLT
We lay molded together, my cock still deep inside her, our slick bodies one, and I never wanna move. My breathing slows, finally returning to normal, and then my brain starts to work, slowly at first. But when I hear Smoke’s words flash through the fog of my fuck-drunk self, I pause.
One of the last things my prez said was, “Don’t fuck this shit up by sticking your dick in her unless it’s to get information.”
Not only did I stick my dick in her without getting any important information, but I had the most outstanding, mind-blowing sex in like—ever.
Even I knew this wasn’t a one-off, or a sleazy, dirty one-night stand I could blow off.
This woman was in my apartment, under my protection, and now there was no fuckin’ way we wouldn’t be tearing each other’s clothes off every chance we got.
Shit, I just shot my load in her more than once, and I was fully recovered and thinking about dragging her on top of me so she could ride my dick to glory. Of course, the damn thing twitches at just the thought.
Fuck yeah, I’m screwed so bad.
Nicoletta shifts and smiles up at me. A soft, sated smile that says she’s feeling exactly like me.
She reaches between us, and her smile widens. “Shit, I can’t believe you’re hard again.”
She fists my cock, and guess what my dumb-ass self does? I grip her waist, hoist her up and settle her thighs on each side of my hips. Perfectly lining up with my raging cock. Her hips gyrate, and she’s so full of my cum, I glide right into her.
I figure, what the fuck, I already disobeyed Smoke’s order, so I might as well enjoy myself and go down in flames.
She anchors her hands on my shoulders and gently rolls her hips in a torturously slow grind that has my eyes crossed. She keeps each move long and drawn-out, sliding me in and out. Sweetest fuckin’ torture ever.
I cup the back of her neck and pull her down until her hard nipples are at my lips.
I lick and suck at them, and she picks up her pace, trapping me in her warm, wet body, surrounding me with her heat.
I nip at the sensitive flesh, and she moans from deep in her throat.
She jerks her hips hard, and my dick explodes again.
This time, I cuddle her to me, still tight in her snatch. I kiss the top of her head, a move I’ve never done before, then close my eyes and let myself drift off into a dreamless sleep.
I startle awake what seems like hours later, and check my phone, four-forty a.m. Not the greatest time to be awake, but I’ve always been nocturnal, and leading the outlaw life only adds to it.
I shift on the mattress, and Nicoletta shifts with me. Her wavy brown hair falls over my chest, her face huddled into the pillow. This woman has me by the balls, and she doesn’t even know it. Or maybe she does, but, shit, she’s something I’ve never had before.
With her deep in sleep, I can stare at her and get my fill without it being weird, but, shit, she’s beautiful.
Not flashy with her tits popping out of a halter top, this woman has real class.
The kind you’re born with, the kind you can’t imitate or buy.
Her sculpted features radiate with only a bit of makeup, not piled on with a shovel. Even the way she talks is classy.
Only a few problems with her and me. Most important, Smoke wants me to stay away from her and work her for information for the club. Then, how long would it take her to realize that, although the sex is off the charts, we have absolutely nothing in common.
No big surprise why I’m attracted to a certain type of woman.
One look at the scars, tats and fuck you attitude, and a classy chick would run the other way.
Except Nicoletta didn’t. Of course, that first time was just a scam, but tonight sure wasn’t fake.
Tonight was real, ‘cause there’s no fuckin’ way you could fake the way her body moved with me, taking me in until I exploded.
Fuck, she was as hot and into it as I was, maybe more.
According to her, Bradley sucked in bed, and I almost wonder if he even made her come.
When I picture her in bed with the asshole, my heart skips a beat, so I untangle Nicoletta from around me, swing my legs over the bed, and head for the kitchen.
I pull a bottle of water out of the fridge, light up a smoke and head for the couch.
A few minutes later, I’m putting out my cig, and I hear rustling in the bedroom, followed by the padding of bare feet.
Then Nicoletta is standing in front of me in my black Harley t-shirt hanging just above her knees.
Fuckin’ adorable. Another word I’ve never used to describe a woman.
“Hey, can’t sleep?” She rubs at her eyes like a kid.
The question throws me ‘cause normally a woman doesn’t stay after we fuck, and they sure aren’t around long enough to question how I sleep.
“I get restless.” Especially picturing you in bed with that asshole Bradley.
She tucks her leg under her and sits on the other side of the couch. “Sometimes I have trouble falling asleep.”
“Got a lot on my mind, I guess.”
“Like Smoke wouldn’t approve of us getting together.”
“That’s a fuckin’ understatement. He basically told me to keep my dick in my pants and stay far the fuck away from you.” Unless I’m bleeding you for information.
“Kinda hard when we’re sharing a small space.”
“I guess, but I had no trouble throwing Gina’s skanky ass out.”
“True.” She waits a beat. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure, you can ask anything you want. Don’t mean I’m gonna answer.” I throw her a smirk, and she smiles.
“When we were downstairs in the . . .”
“Chapel.”
“Right. Anyway, it amazed me how, when Smoke said something, you all went along with it. No questions, no back talk.”
“Of course.”
“Just like that. How does he get all these big, tough guys to follow him?”
“It’s not like that. Sometimes we have shit to discuss, and we vote on some things, but in the end, Smoke has the final word. He’s the president of the club, and we wouldn’t have voted him in if we didn’t trust him.”
“And you like this life?”
“It’s the first time I ever felt like I belonged somewhere. Felt like I was a part of something. We’re all different, from different places, but we all feel the same way. It’s a brotherhood.”
I check myself quick, ‘cause I’m not the guy who spills his guts out on the floor, yet this woman has me doin’ shit I’ve never even thought about.
I nod to her feet. “I notice you didn’t bring your fancy shoes with you.”
“They’re not very good when you’re on the run.”
“I asked Smoke’s old lady, Marisol, about them. She laughed and said I finally found somebody with some class.”
“That’s nice, but class comes in all different varieties, and money or what shoes you wear doesn’t designate class.”
“Yeah, she said something like that too, but in the end, you are way different than my usual.”
“Like Gina?”
I huff out a laugh. “Gina’s in a class of her own, but, yeah, my taste in women has pretty much sucked.”
“Shocking, ‘cause you’re such a lovable outlaw.” She grins, and I shake my head.
“I have no fuckin’ clue what you’re doin’ to me, but I’m loving the hell outta it.”