Crow: Kings of Carnage MC - Prospects

She laughs at my reaction. “Come on, everyone in town knows about them, they’re on OnlyFans.”

Dropping my head into my palm, I shut my eyes. I don’t know what that is. I just got a Facebook account for Christ’s sake.

Our front door suddenly throws open and Dime screams, making me scream, both of us jumping into each other’s arms. Lightning strikes showing a shadowed outline of a man in boots, arms out to the side and legs apart. Our eyes adjusting to the living room light, the man’s face comes into full view.

It’s Crow.

Placing my feet on the ground, I growl.

“Goddamn it, Crow, you can’t just bust into someone’s house like that!”

Not saying a word, he stomps into my house soaking wet from the rain. His hair is a mess and dripping into his face. His clothes sticking to his skin, and eyes glued to me like an animal of the night.

Standing up, pointing at him, I shout, “What are you doing here? I don’t want to see you!”

His eyes flick to Dime’s.

“I’ll bring her back.”

I look at Dime then back to Crow. What does that mean?

Grabbing me by the thighs, he throws me over his shoulder, my view turning upside down.

Dime covers her mouth as she watches, but she doesn’t object or get up.

Turning around, Crow walks out of my trailer, the rain pelting my skin like cold ice.

“Crow!” Slapping his back, I try and get his attention. This is insane! “Crow!”

He doesn’t answer me as he marches across the street to his trailer, his boots stepping into every puddle along the way. Up his porch stairs, he opens the door and walks inside. The rain hitting my body instantly stops and a cold chill races up my spine. The lights are off and I can’t see inside his place but it smells of leather and something else. Cigars maybe?

We head down a narrow hallway, like many single wide trailers have, and before my eyes can adjust to where I might be, I feel my body being thrown back until my back hits plush bedding. A bed. I’m on a bed.

Lightning flashes through the windows behind me by the headboard lighting up the room and I can see Crow for just a second. He’s standing at the foot of the bed pulling his shirt over his head.

“Crow, stop. I can’t do this with you. I’m not that kind of girl. I don’t have it in me to just—”

His fingers press against my lips, shutting me up.

“Exactly why I want you, Maybelline. You’re not those girls, you’re my girl.”

And just like that, I’m flabbergasted. His girl?

“Did you sleep with her?” The question a mere whisper.

“No.”

Our eyes stare at each other for a mere second before his lips press to mine, his wet hair dripping onto my face. Needing him to soothe the ache in my chest that he caused, I kiss him back. His hands slipping up my wet shirt, and my fingers pulling down my shorts. He caused the pain, but I need him to fix it. It makes no sense. Within minutes we’re both naked and he’s between my legs, slowly thrusting in and out of me. Our wet bodies rubbing against each other, our labored breaths barely to be heard from the vengeful storm outside thundering down on us like an angry god above us is crying that I gave in to such a bad man so easily. His back arches and dips, his body beautiful as he makes love to me. Kneading my bare breast, he kisses the dip between my tits before his lips pucker around a nipple and sucks it into his warm mouth and my eyes roll into the back of my head. It feels so good. A sea of blankets around us, his body on top of mine and touching me everywhere at once as if he can’t get enough of me.

“Goddamn, Maybelline.”

“I know…” I whisper back, knowing exactly what he’s feeling.

We feel so good together, our bodies silently talking and making up for whatever confusion happened between us. Tingles and warmth buzzes at my center, my back slowly arches as a powerful orgasm pulls me to the brink of pleasure. My arms swing outward and my fingers squeeze the blankets into my palms. Crow’s movements speed up as he thrusts in and out of me. His hands sliding up my thighs and side until his fingers are trailing up my arms and linking with my fingers. Opening my eyes, I find him opening his at the same time. Watching him watch me heightens the sensitivity and I come. My lips part, face wrinkling as wave after wave crashes into me with a force I cannot control. Crow doesn’t hide his face this time when he comes, he simply closes his eyes, his mouth opening as he too reaches ecstasy.