Her Secret Pleasure (Death Lords MC 2)

He runs his big hand across my jaw and then cups my face. “I’ve got plenty of staying power, both in bed and out of it.”

There’s a sting in my eyes and I start blinking to ease the sharpness. “Chuck’s a motorcycle guy through and through. He lives and breathes on his bike—literally. He can’t stand to be in a house and not on the road for more than a couple of days at a time. I have no idea what he does on the road. I assume it involves sleeping with women not my mother but I’ve never confirmed that with either of them. All I know is that these clubs took the place of his real family. He spent more time visiting them than he ever did us.”

“Chuck’s a nomad, baby.” He draws my body into the haven of his arms. “I’m third generation Death Lords. I grew up here and I’m going to die here. My bike takes me away but I always come home. Problem is I haven’t had anything worth coming home for in a long time.”

I hardly have time to process those words before he sweeps down and claims my mouth. Judge is a mistake but it seems I can’t stop making them. I wind my arms around his leather-covered back and hang on.

Chapter Three

Judge

Pippa’s hands move purposefully over my shoulders as I kiss her. She’s testing me, making sure I’m strong enough for her. Bending down without breaking contact, I cup her ass and lift her so that the vulnerable spot between her legs meets my pulsing erection. Her skirt is tight and constricting and neither of us is getting the friction we desperately need.

Tearing my mouth away, I tell her we need to move. “We have to take this inside or we’ll be putting on a show for anyone who drives by. Your choice.”

“Inside,” she answers. Over my shoulder she orders the dog, “Friend, Morgen.”

The dog did an approximation of a smile full of wicked sharp teeth and a long slobbery tongue.

Swinging her up in my arms, I walk over to the wooden porch in front of the trailer. Pippa fishes her key out of her purse and hands it to me.

“Which way?” I ask when we get inside. Morgen has followed us inside but moves to the front of the trailer into the living room, steps into a comfortable bed and folds his long legs under his body after a circle or two.

I turn the other way and march down the narrow hall. At the end, is a good-sized room with a closet and a skinny bed—the type of bed my boy slept in when he was a preteen.

“What’s wrong?” she asks when I don’t immediately step inside.

“You really have been a lonely girl.” I nod toward the bed.

“My mom turned my bedroom into a scrapbooking slash office. It’s my childhood bed.”

In my arms she looks like a girl, a sugary treat made up of red hair, pink silky fabric and a sweet-tasting pussy. I’m desperate for her in a way I haven’t been for a woman in a long time. It’s not her striking looks, although she is a fucking beautiful woman with her red hair a striking contrast next to her pale skin, the dots of freckles over her cheeks and nose and her curvy form she tricks out in tight skirts and figure hugging shirts. It’s the mix of confidence and vulnerability. She knows what she wants but she’s a little gun-shy about reaching for it. Good thing I have zero inhibitions and a strong need to order people around. I can tell from our earlier encounter that being told what to do is a real pleasure for her.

I gently lower her to the floor and pat her ass. “This bed’ll do fine for now but I’ll be getting the boys to bring out a bigger one tomorrow.”

“You’re so confident I’m going to want to have you back?”

I give her a smile that has no cockiness, only knowing. “You won’t want me to leave.”

I sit on the edge of the bed and toe off my boots. “Time for me to undress you, baby. Come stand in between my legs.” I pat my legs and widen my thighs to make space for her. She steps forward and with a wicked glint in her eyes sticks her index finger between her lips and sucks.

My heart stops for about five seconds.

“You interested in playing a little game?” I finally ask.

“We haven’t even had vanilla sex yet and you’re already bored?” Her eyebrow quirks up but she settles onto my leg.

I throw back my head and laugh. “You know that sex happens mostly up here.” I tap her temple. “Not down here.” I pat her lap. “Games are an easy way to get you in the right headspace.”

She nods. “Yeah, I know that but it’s rare when a penis owner knows it.”

“I’m forty-two. I’ve learned a few things and one of those is that pleasure feeds off pleasure. If I make you feel good, I’m going to feel good. Do you trust me?” I scoop her red hair to the side and drape it over one shoulder.

“You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” she says softly.

“I’m trusting you too. What we do together is our business.”

“I agree.” She rests her palms lightly against my chest and waits.

Ahh, yes. This is going to be sweet tonight.

“Have you played before?”

She shakes her head and casts her gaze downward. “Just…read a few things that made me think I might like it.”

At her admission, my hands tighten around her waist and she gasps. I’m feeling like a randy teenager with my first girl. I need under her clothes before I explode. A little exploration reveals the zipper on the side. I pull it down and with one hand raise her ass up so I can dispose of her skirt. She’s wearing panty hose and my first instinct is to tear them off. But there’s also something erotic about how it binds and holds her.

When I place my palm on her upper thigh, I can feel the heat of her desire. “If I spread your legs would that crotch of yours be wet with your juice?”

She shrugs and gives me an insolent look. “Don’t know. It’s been a busy day so I haven’t really been paying attention.”

“Did your books tell you what happens if you’re a brat?” I smooth a hand over the nylon-covered ass that rests on my leg.

Her silent reply can only be read as sullen.

Christ, this woman is going to break me.

“Little girls who don’t answer get punished. That’s what happens.”

Her legs squeeze together, trapping my fingers between her fleshy thighs. Sure enough, the cloth is damp which means her panties are wet which means her cunt is soaking.

“You going to spank me?”

My nostrils flare. She knows how to crank my engine and if I don’t take control now we’ll both be disappointed. “No. I think you’d like that too much. First you’re going to stand up, take off your clothes and then you’re going to watch me jack off. If you’re good, I’ll let you help me. If not, you don’t get to lay a finger on me.”

“I could suck you,” she offers.

“No.”

The furrows in her brow affirm that this is the right tactic with her. She’s smart and she knows how to maneuver things to what she thinks is to her benefit.

I push her to her feet and set her a few feet from the bed. It takes all of two seconds to pull out my engorged cock. Spreading my legs wide, I fist myself in one hand and gesture for her to get started with the other.

With a huff, she starts pulling on the bow tie. “I’ve never heard of a guy turning down a blow job.”

“I can see why you’ve been drifting, baby, you keep topping from the bottom and aren’t finding any real satisfaction. Did you think a uniform meant that he’d be able to meet those special needs of yours?”

Her flush is all the answer I need.

“Oh, baby, not to worry. I’m going to take good care of you.”

“By jacking off?” she retorts. “I’m aching here.”

“Not only will your cunt be aching but your ass will be red if you don’t start doing as you’re told.”

With a mutinous glare she strips off her blouse, revealing gorgeous pale tits encased in a peach-colored bra. There are a riotous amount of freckles covering the tops. Underneath, where she gets little sun, the milky skin is largely unmarked. My cock is ready to explode at the

idea of plunging in between that lush valley of flesh.