Hell on Wheels (Kings of Mayhem MC 4)

He raised an eyebrow at me. “Darlin’, if I think someone is lurking around the cabin no one is going to hear me get out of bed and go check.”

Point taken.

I wrapped my arms around my waist. “Are you sure it was a raccoon?”

“I’m sure.”

“Well then, now we can both get some rest. Can I have my gun back?”

“Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.” I put my hand out.

He glanced at it then looked back at me again.

“You really know how to use it?” he asked.

“You’re still breathing, aren’t you?”

He gave me a pointed look. Now wasn’t the time for sass.

“Yes, I do,” I reassured him.

His fierce blue eyes roamed my face as he took a moment to consider it.

“It’s probably a good thing to have on you,” he said finally and handed it back to me. “Tomorrow, after your shift at the diner you can show me exactly how you shoot your gun… in daylight.”

I nodded. “Agreed.”

His eyes lingered on me for a moment, like he was trying to work out what he had gotten himself into, before he turned away and walked to the door.

“Hey, I really am sorry,” I said. “If I had known it was you, I wouldn’t have shot at you.”

“I should hope so.”

“You know what I mean.”

He half-turned and offered me a soft smile. “I know.”

I smiled back at him. “Good night.”

“Good night, California.”

And with that he turned off the light and closed the door behind him.

CHANCE

She shot at me.

That crazy, gorgeous, sexy as fuck woman lying half-naked in the room across the hall from me, fucking shot at me.

And now I was hard as fuck.

Despite, you know, almost taking a bullet to the face.

My mind ticked over with a hundred different things.

Why did she have a gun?

Where did she get it from?

Did she really know how to use it?

Was she wearing any panties beneath that T-shirt?

Damn.

I was wide awake with a set of aching balls and an urge to jerk off. I needed to get some sleep but that wasn’t going to fucking happen when my body was so tight with need.

I let my hand drift beneath my sweats and my fingers stroked the engorged shaft before sinking lower to tease my balls. They were tight and full. Throbbing. When I closed my eyes, all I could see was Cassidy standing in the doorway, wearing that goddamn T-shirt that clung so tightly to her body her nipples almost poked right through the fabric.

I groaned and slid my hand upward to tease the head of my cock with tight little tugs. Liquid pooled in the eye and slid downward to coat my fingers. I bit down on my bottom lip and imagined her removing her T-shirt and standing in front of me in nothing but a pair of tiny panties.

I pressed the back of my head deeper into the pillows. The pressure was building. I hadn’t jerked off in days, so this wasn’t going to take long at all.

I closed my eyes. In my fantasy, I dropped to my knees and pulled Cassidy toward me by her narrow hips and buried my face in the soft satin triangle of her panties. I inhaled the scent of her and let it engulf me, getting lost in the damp fabric against my lips.

Another moan left me as my hand worked up and down my cock while in my fantasy my mouth worked on her pussy through her panties. She moaned and just the thought of her moaning beneath my touch brought more pre-cum pooling to the crown of my cock. I ran my thumb over it and dragged it down the length of me, making it wet and slippery just as I imagined her pussy would be.

Back in my fantasy, I pulled her panties down her legs, and when she stepped out of them, I buried my tongue deep into her warm, wet flesh. She cried out and grabbed at my shoulders as my tongue lapped over her clit and teased the sweet spot until she came all over my face.

I came when she came. I pressed a pillow over my face to muffle the unbridled moans wild horses couldn’t hold back because goddamn it felt good. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I gripped the pillow tightly as my cock pulsed with the violent release of four days’ worth of arousal. With every throb, hot spurts of cum spattered across my hand until my orgasm receded, and I sank like a heavy weight into the mattress.

For a moment I didn’t move. Every muscle drained of energy. I waited for my breath to even out and my pounding heart to slow to a steady, relaxed beat.

But even then I wasn’t completely satisfied.

And I knew I wouldn’t be.

Not until I could touch her.

But touching her wasn’t a goddamn option.