L.C. Dean BUNDLE (Sturgis Rally Riders) Read online

  Was she underage? Surely she couldn’t have a job at the bar if that were the case.

  She sat on the edge of his bed, tense and watchful, a fragile female lost in his jacket.

  He stripped off his T-shirt and boots and walked toward her. Her eyes widened before her gaze dropped from his shoulders to his crotch and then darted away. Stopping in front of her, he lifted her chin with a single finger. “What has you wound so tight?”

  Keeping her eyes down, she shrugged.

  “Neva, look at me.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Then we’re done for the night.” He grabbed his shirt, but slender fingers stole it from his grasp.

  “I don’t want to go back.”

  “Then what do you want?”

  “You.”

  Desire flared to life, squashing good intentions, but he clung to his last bit of sanity even when she tossed his jacket aside and pulled her T-shirt over her head. A black satin bra cupped pretty tits like loving hands, lifting them for his kiss, and he couldn’t stop the moan that rumbled from his chest. “How old are you, baby girl?”

  “Why?”

  Shit!Why didn’t she just answer? “Because you act like an innocent, and I have no intention of being hauled to jail for molesting a minor.”

  “Wouldn’t it already be too late if I were underage?”

  He ran a hand through his hair and turned away. The sound of a zipper and the swish of denim over soft feminine skin swelled his cock to near bursting. “Damn it, Neva. Stop playing with me and put your clothes on.”

  Something thin and hard-edged nudged his arm. He looked down to see her driver’s license, her thumb planted firmly over the home address. The date put her at just twenty-one.

  “Is it a fake?”

  “I can’t prove otherwise. You’ll have to trust me.”

  Grant faced her, intending to discover what had her so worried, but nothing except a skimpy pair of black satin underwear covered her delicate form, distracting him from his purpose. Even her bra lay on the abandoned pile of clothing. “Fuck. You’re so damned gorgeous.” He picked her up and tossed her on the bed, following with a hungry growl. “If you’re not all in, say so before I do something we’ll both regret.”

  She captured his face in her hands and tugged him closer for a searing kiss. Her tongue slid across his lower lip and every remotely honorable cell in his body rolled over and shut the fuck up while his base side roared in triumph.

  Neva broke their embrace long enough to meet his eyes. “I need you inside me, Grant. Stop thinking so hard and just feel.” She caught his hand and pulled it down, guiding his fingers beneath the waistband of her underwear and lower until they slid the length of her dripping slit without resistance. “Does that feel like I want you to stop?”

  He didn’t ask any more questions. Her panties ripped away with a single tug, leaving her bare to his explorations. He feasted on the succulent tips of her nipples, stroking her with his tongue while he probed her snug entrance with his fingers. Her responsive body quivered beneath him; she whimpered and sighed, making him feel like a sexual god.

  “Please, fuck, before I explode. I want you in me when I come.”

  He leapt to his feet, stripped off his jeans and underwear, dug a condom from his wallet, and rolled it in place with record-breaking speed. Grabbing her ankles, he jerked her to the edge of the bed and slammed his cock into her incredibly tight pussy in one deep thrust.

  She screamed and arched beneath him.

  “Shit, I’m sorry, pretty one. I thought you were ready.” He started to pull out, but she locked her ankles around him, keeping him in place.

  “Don’t go. Just give me a second.”

  He nodded, but coherent thought fled. Her cunt quivered around him and his balls threatened to burst. Bending over her, he claimed her mouth in a selfish kiss, demanding she participate. “You’re so damn small. Like a virgin.”

  She laughed. “Now you get it.”

  “What?” He reared up. The truth shone clearly in her eyes. He pulled back, but she tightened her grip around him.

  “It’s too late to undo it, so we might as well enjoy ourselves.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Would you have brought me here?”

  Is she crazy? “Hell no.”

  “Then you understand why I didn’t say anything.” She wiggled her hips. “Stop worrying and show me what I’ve been missing.”

  Her movements stroked his swollen cock, urging him to take her, to ride her until she exploded in a thousand pieces. “Wait, why me?”

  Neva groaned. “Because you exceed my fantasies. I wanted a man big enough to handle anything, and experienced enough to know how to do it right.”

  The pressure she put on him amped up his desire. He stood without separating them and caught her knees on his elbows. Holding her legs wide, he withdrew until only the crown of his cock remained in her wet cunt then he sank deep, pumping in and out in long, languid glides. Her innocent flesh clung to him, milking him toward surrender too soon. “Rub your clit for me. I don’t know how long I can hold out.”

  When two fingers settled over her hot spot without hesitation, he nearly lost it. Passion painted her skin pink and pebbled her succulent nipples to rigid peaks. He picked up speed, and she matched him stroke for stroke. “That’s it. Work that pretty clitty for me.”

  He sucked a tit into his mouth, drawing hard enough to make her cry out before gentling his attention. She came without warning, catching him off guard, and his restraint crumbled to dust as he exploded. Hot cum pulsed from him while he spasmed above her.

  When the world finally settled, he carried her to the bathroom and set her on the sink. He stripped off the condom and wet a washcloth in hot water, before pressing it to her pussy, wiping away the signs of their fucking. He couldn’t stop himself from kissing her again.

  Finally, he let her breathe. She trembled, but a contented smile danced on her lips. “That was unbelievable.”

  He smiled back, but the fact that she’d tossed her innocence away on a stranger at a biker rally bothered him. “Why now?”

  The sparkle in her eyes nearly drove him mad. “Because my father and brothers are over six hundred miles away and oblivious to my actions for once. I’m supposed to be at an all female artists’ retreat in the South of France.”

  “Aren’t you a little old to answer to your father?”

  “Not when he pays my tuition.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. “Besides, I didn’t hear you complaining about my virginity a bit ago.” With a toss of her head, she tried to look seductive or maybe just plain slutty, but the bob of her pigtails ruined the effect.

  God, she’s so damn cute. “So I’m a means to escape your father’s control?”

  “Something like that.”

  “How am I doing in that department?”

  “Oh, he’d hate you, so that makes you ideal.”

  “Ready for round two then?”

  “Whenever you are, sweets.” She wiggled against him and winced as her pussy bumped against his abdomen.

  Grant sank to his knees to assure himself he hadn’t hurt her. She looked tender and red, but the flesh remained undamaged by his eagerness. Lower, her pink asshole winked at him and the need to steal her anal virginity flared to life. He licked his finger and teased the tiny star, easing past the first knuckle with gentle pressure. “As long as we’re practicing firsts….”

  She groaned and leaned back on her hands. “Not tonight. I’m exhausted.”

  “No problem. I’m here all week, ready to teach you anything you want to know.” He swept Neva into his arms and carried her to bed then spooned in behind, cradling her until she fell asleep. He followed with the sexy scent of her apple shampoo in his nose, and his rapidly recovering cock nestled in the crack of her sweet ass.

  ***

  Neva awoke to the sound of her phone. Sprawling off the end of the bed, she grabbed her jean
s and snatched the cell from her pocket. She groaned at the number on the screen and did a rapid time conversion, adding seven hours to five in the morning. A quick glance behind her assured her lover still slept. “Daddy!”

  “Just checking in to see how you were doing, sweetie. How’s the retreat? Learning anything?”

  “It’s wonderful, but I was just heading to the commons for lunch. They only serve for half an hour, so I have to go. Tell everyone hi.”

  “But—”

  “My friends are waiting. Sorry. Love you.” She hung up before he could trace the call. She wasn’t sure how fast he could do that and she didn’t care to find out.

  She tossed her phone on the floor when she noticed Grant’s wallet lying open. She didn’t mean to snoop, but the draw was irresistible. His license declared him twelve years her senior, six-seven, and two-hundred-twenty pounds. Big enough to hold his own even against her massive brothers. Then she saw it. His home address put him three blocks from her father’s house. A sharp thrill teased her at the thought of her first lover being so close to her controlling family. How poetic is that?

  A strong hand closed over her calf muscle. “Are you stealing from me?”

  She jumped then rolled over and laughed. “Of course not.”

  “Then what are you up to?”

  Clutching his wallet, she crawled toward him and swung astride his lap. His semi-awake cock teased her, and she wiggled until it sat up and took notice. Nice. “Remember I said last night that Daddy would hate you?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I was wrong. He’s going to freaking loathe you since you’re practically his neighbor.”

  “Oh? And who is Daddy just in case I run into him?”

  “Silas Falk, AKA Police Chief Falk until a year ago. Now, he’s just a control freak.” Grant turned a little green. “What’s wrong?”

  “Your father used to be my boss. I work undercover for the DEA, but I’m affiliated with his precinct.”

  Neva started laughing and couldn’t stop. He pulled her close, snuggling her against his chest as she giggled.

  Lifting her hips far enough to slide her moist pussy across his dick, he bumped the head against her clit until she squirmed. Desire burned, driving a hunger to have him again, to feel the hot thrust of his thick shaft inside her. She grabbed a condom from his wallet and tore open the packet. She’d never actually applied one outside of sex ed class, and that was on a banana. She glanced up to meet his sharp gaze before positioning the tight circle over the crown of his thick cock. Grant’s long fingers joined her unsteady ones, and together they rolled the rubber in place.

  Offering an encouraging smile, he dropped his hands to her thighs, massaging the tight muscles, and allowed her to make the next move. Sexiness swept away her insecurities. She had pleased him during the night, she could do it in the light of day. Determined to make him lose control, she guided him to her dripping cunt. Her legs quivered as she sank over his shaft.

  “Fuck, that feels good.” His head tipped back on the pillow as he groaned.

  While she rocked on him, savoring the pull and glide, he sat up and found her clit with one finger, her asshole with another. Her nipples popped to attention and her skin warmed with desire. Twinges of discomfort nudged at her, but she needed to fly again, to experience the power of orgasm at his talented hands, mouth, and dick.

  When he thrust deep, a searing pain shot from her pussy to every nerve in her body. She cried out and he stilled. “Sore?”

  Taking a slow breath, she tried to ignore it. “Mmmhmm.”

  Easing from her body, he turned her around and set her on her hands and knees—ass high, head low. Oh, God. She didn’t bite back her whimper in time and it vibrated between them.

  Strong hands kneaded her back in long slow strokes while he nudged her pussy gently with the tip of his cock. “Shhh, does it still hurt?”

  “I don’t think I’m ready for….”

  “For?” When she didn’t answer, the truth must have dawned on him. “Anal?” He chuckled. “You’re right, you’re not.”

  A long finger gathered moisture from her cunt and stroked her pucker, circling and invading the snug ring. It burned as her hole stretched to accomodate his knuckle. “If you give me a chance this week, I intend to butt fuck you. To bend you over and ram you so hard you’ll think your eyes are gonna pop from your head. But when we do it, you will not be in pain before we even begin.” His finger continued to stretch her, pulling a cry from her. “Before we try kink, I want you used to my cock in your sweet snatch.”

  “Then why…what?” She huffed and wiggled her ass as she tried to escape his probing touch.

  He removed his finger and pressed his dick to her wet cunt, sinking to the hilt in mind-bending increments. Arching over her, he braced a hand on either side of her shoulders and pumped slowly in and out, rotating at the bottom of each stroke until she began to rock back, taking him deeper than she thought possible. “Better, baby?”

  She could only sigh. The change in position rubbed different places in her pussy, and the pain disappeared to no more than a delicious ache.

  “Good.” His breath whispered over her ear as he nibbled her throat. “Notice the way your pussy clutches my cock? How wet you are? That tells me you’re ready to play.”

  “More.”

  “How? Harder? Faster?” He shifted a hand beneath her chest to roughly fondle her breast, tugging at the nipple until she squirmed. “What do you need, Neva?”

  “Both. I need to feel your strength slamming through me.”

  A deep grunt echoed in the hotel room when he reared up. Firm hands gripped her ass, and he picked up tempo, pounding into her. All too soon the world narrowed to pure sensation and a mere pinprick of light.

  Driving her hips back to meet his thrust, she could not stave off the coming orgasm. “Hurry! Come with me. Oh…fuck! I’m there…right there!”

  She almost blacked out as her entire body seized and released, her heart nearly stopped before racing onward, and oxygen failed to fill her lungs.

  He collapsed against her back, his weight shoving her to the bed, pressing her beneath his massive chest as he shuddered with his own release. He came so hard she could feel the jet and pulse of cum even through the condom.

  Bucking into a ripple of shivers, she gasped then relaxed and let the aftershock waft away. “Suppose we can do that again before I have to go to work?”

  “When?”

  “Two.”

  “That can be arranged. Maybe a bike ride, too.”

  She squirmed until he allowed her to roll to her back. “I’d like that. I didn’t get much of a ride last night.”

  A wicked grin lifted one corner of his mouth. “Then why are you tender today?”

  “I meant on the bike.” Reaching up, she threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged him down. “No complaints about the rest.”

  “So I assume this means I still qualify as a means of destroying your father’s control even if he doesn’t know I intend to fuck his daughter every chance I get?”

  “Yep, Daddy’s going to absolutely despise you if he ever finds out. I love it!”

  Whipped Puppy

  Katalina Ferth parked her classic 1956 BMW among the wide array of Harleys, Indians, and miscellaneous import motorcycles lining the streets of Sturgis, South Dakota. The chunky styling of the R60/2 with its custom pearl gray and charcoal paint job suited her, reminding her of a beast hunkered down to pounce on unsuspecting prey.

  Taking off her helmet, she strapped it on her bike then strutted down Main Street. Despite the huge influx of bikers and vendors, the Midwestern town offered little in the way of sensual entertainment for those used to sex clubs and the like, especially for a woman who favored control. The majority of men at the motorcycle rally wore black leather as heterosexual armor rather than a nod to the lifestyle. The women clung to their manly partners like sticky cotton candy or exuded arrogance and independence designed to get attention. K
atalina included herself in the latter category, but while the others tried to prove themselves worthy equals to their masculine counterparts, she had a need to demonstrate superiority. Years of being subservient to her stepfather had ensured she would never answer to a man again. Having a guy on his knees begging her for release—that was a different story altogether.

  She scanned the crowded sidewalk, finding it much the same as it had been the first three days of the week. With a sigh, she headed toward the bar to meet friends.

  Then she saw him.

  Dressed simply in skinny jeans and a brown leather vest, he stood out in the sea of black. Shaggy blond hair hung over one eye, and a silver lip ring gave him a new-age rocker look. He leaned against a light pole, his face eager and innocent, a lost pup hoping for a home. Long legs blended into lean hips, hips that would slip easily between her thighs. Late twenties—early thirties maybe—though his slender form made his age difficult to guess, but the taut muscles of his chest and arms sent swirls of excitement through her.

  His pale skin would easily turn pink beneath her flogger or even under her hand. A shiver of delicious anticipation teased over her as she imagined his pleas for more. As she walked closer, the press of humanity faded, leaving only the man before her. A few golden hairs sprinkled his chest, and a treasure trail disappeared into his low-cut jeans. That would have to go. She liked her men sleek and smooth, nothing but muscle and taut skin stretched over hard angles.

  He must have sensed her coming and looked toward her. His eyes rounded when she stopped in front of him and smiled.

  Kat trailed her fingernail from the hollow at the base of his throat, downward to nice firm pecs, over the ripple of his ribs, across his flat stomach, before tracing the sharp hipbone that disappeared below his waistband. His eyes closed as he sighed.

  Her hand trembled with excitement. Never had she seen such a flawless sub. She wanted him to beg for her, to curl at her feet when she needed down time, yet remain eager to play at her slightest whim. Lean and raw, he promised all that with his wordless acceptance of her touch. “Open your eyes and look at me, puppy.”