Stand Off (Predators MC 2)

“Yeah, but that was years ago. I’ve had more practice since then.”

“You were drunk as shit that night.” Max laughed, finishing the beer.

“That, too,” Gert admitted.

She sprayed an antiseptic spray then placed a large square bandage to cover it.

“Thanks, Gert.”

“Try not to bust my stitches. It’s a pain in the ass when I have to re-stitch.”

“I’ll be careful,” Max promised as they left the bathroom.

Gert left the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Casey asked as Max lay down on his bed.

“Come here.”

Casey gingerly lay down next to him, careful not to jar his shoulder.

He rolled to his uninjured side, facing her, his hand going to the side of her neck. “Better?” His thumb brushed softly against the dark bruise.

“Yes,” Casey whispered.

Max pressed his mouth down on hers, and they lay together, softly exploring each other’s mouths.

“I like kissing you.” Casey nibbled on his bottom lip.

“I like fucking you better.”

She shook her head. “We’ll hurt your shoulder.”

“Sweet thing, the only thing hurting right now is my dick.”

Casey’s hands unbuckled his belt, sliding the zipper downward. “I don’t want anything to hurt you.” She rose up, getting to her knees until she could bend over his large cock. Opening her mouth, she sucked him inside.

“Fuck!” Max hissed between his teeth. “Give a guy some warning.”

Casey took him as deep as she could before raising her head. She swung one of her legs over his so she was straddling him.

“What would be the fun in that?” Casey licked down the length of his cock before flicking her tongue against his balls. Max grabbed the rails of his metal headboard, his knuckles white from the pressure of holding on so tightly.

Casey licked back upward, taking the head of his cock back into her mouth. This time, she played with the metal balls, teasing them with her teeth. Max shuddered.

“Sweet thing, never had a woman that sucked my dick like she was dying for it.”

Casey straightened, taking off her blouse and throwing it toward the end of the bed.

“A man can only take so much,” he said, reaching out to grasp her breast and pinching her nipple. “You’ve got a couple of seconds to get those slacks off, or I’ll rip them off for you.”

Casey moved to the side, wiggling out of her dress pants. Then her thigh went back over his hip, pressing her pussy down onto his cock.

“I love the way you feel inside me.” Casey’s breasts jiggled as she pressed herself down on him. She leaned forward, taking his nipple into her mouth.

Max’s hand went to her hair as he lifted his hips. “You look like you could come just from putting my dick in you.”

“Those balls are amazing…”

“Which ones?” Max teased, using his hands to lift her from his chest. His mouth went to the bruise on her throat, placing soft kisses on the sensitive skin.

“God… Do I have to pick?” Casey moaned, moving faster on him.

Max brought his hands to her hips, jerking her down on him harder. Casey gave a startled scream as ecstasy flew through her, and Max’s stomach tightened as he shook out his climax.

Casey carefully moved off him when she quit shaking.

Max placed his hand on her stomach in possession. “Sweet thing…”

The sound of his cell phone interrupted him.

“What?” he grumbled into the phone then quieted as he listened to the person on the other side of the conversation. “Be there in fifteen.” Max disconnected the call, swinging his legs off the side of the bed.

“Where are you going?” Casey asked, shoving a pillow under her head.

“Ice and Jackal want me to pick them up from the police station. They’re finished giving their statements. The other brothers are too shit-faced to drive to pick them up. I’ll give my statement while I’m there. It’ll save me the trouble of going in tomorrow. Stay in bed, and I’ll wake you up and take you home when I get back.”

“Okay.” Casey covered the yawn escaping her. Drowsily, she tried to stay awake while he dressed yet couldn’t keep her eyes open. She heard the door close behind him as she dozed off.

* * *

Casey woke feeling as if her throat was on fire. Stumbling out of bed, she went into the bathroom to clean up before getting redressed in her wrinkled clothes. She had to get something to drink. She would ask someone if they knew where she could find some Tylenol, having already searched Max’s bathroom for the pain reliever.

The room was quiet. Several of the bikers had passed out on the available chairs, and one had even made a bed for himself on the couch.

Casey tried to be quiet so she wouldn’t disturb them. Opening the refrigerator, she chose bottled water. She turned and bumped into a bare chest, and an arm went around her waist.