PAYBACK BABY, page 54
part #1 of Venom Brothers MC Series
“What do you feel like eating?” She stretched in the booth, raising her arms high over her head. She was somewhat tan on the left side, and then I realized it must be from sticking her arm out the window when she was driving. I liked that; it made her seem even more real to me. I liked that she was obviously independent enough to drive a rig around—most women would be scared to death of that. But even though Anna was petite and obviously bright, she didn’t seem fazed.
“I don’t know,” I said. “Anything.” I stared at her and licked my lips. Anna blushed again and looked away. I could feel her body responding to me; it was like an electric signal that pulsed and flared in my brain—not to mention my cock.
I looked around. There were at least ten women who I’d slept with already. Including the waitress, Minnie. She’d been a hot little number—I remembered I’d had scratches on my back for weeks afterwards. But now she just seemed dull, unappetizing. The only thing I could think about was picking Anna up, throwing her over my shoulder, and carrying her out back for some hot, endless fucking. My cock barely even stirred when I looked at the other women. Plus, knowing I’d had them before made it less sexy to think about. They’d all been good, in their own way, but fresh pussy had a lure like no other for red-blooded men, and I’m no exception to that rule.
Anna was poring over the menu like it was a manual for life. Her eyes glazed over and I watched them skim down the page with relative interest. I had a feeling she was primarily acting like that for me. After all, she could barely stand to look me in the eye. I had a feeling her mind was racing just as fast, if not faster, than mine was.
“I’m thinking about a cheeseburger,” she said without looking up. “Or maybe a salad. I don’t know. I’m starving.”
I licked my lips again when I thought about tiny little Anna ordering a cheeseburger. There was something sexy about it. “Don’t get a salad,” I said. “Trust me, honey. You don’t have to impress me.”
Anna’s brown head snapped up and she stared at me. “I wouldn’t order food just to impress you,” she said hotly. “Don’t be ridiculous. You should think about a salad. You can barely fit in the booth!”
“This ain’t fat, honey,” I said, rubbing a hand over my muscular belly. “Don’t tell me you think that even for a moment!”
Anna blushed again. She looked away and I knew she’d been joking with me. “So what’s really going on?” she asked in a soft voice. “Come on, you told me you’d tell me everything once we were sitting down.”
I blinked. I’d forgotten that stupid promise, and I didn’t want to honor it now. “Do you really wanna know? I have a feeling it may not make you like me very much.”
Anna snorted. “Um, I already hate you,” she said, mocking my gruff voice. “Seriously, you showed up in the back of my rig, held me hostage for hours, and now you’re refusing to tell me what the deal is! I can’t believe you,” she said with a smirk. “You’re impossible.”
There was something about the way her lips curled up that made me shudder with lust. Again, I was hit with the crystal-clear vision of her on her knees, sucking me off while she rubbed at her pussy.
“Fine,” I said, partially to get my mind away from the steamy, X-rated fantasy of her. “I’m a member of The Saints,” I said, leaning across the table and folding my hands together. “You’ve been in Dos Palmos your whole life, you know what that is.”
Anna nodded. She looked almost fearful. “I know,” she said softly. “You’re in a motorcycle gang.”
I shook my head. “It’s not a gang; it’s a club,” I said. “Come on, Anna. You’re smarter than that.”
“And your friends,” she said cautiously. “Are they also members of the club?” She put a little twist on the word ‘club’ and I saw the sides of her mouth turn down in a slight snarl.
Anger flared through me. Who was this chick? She didn’t know me! How could she be so fuckin’ judgmental! “Yes. Thomas and Lucas are also patched members of The Saints. Anything else?”
“Yeah. What the fuck were you doing in that box?”
I laughed shortly. “Oh boy. Knew it was going to come to that. Yep. Well, I was coming home, Miss Anna. You understand that, right? That’s what you were doing this evening, as well.”
“In a box?” she asked, with a hint of derision. “I know airline food sucks, but come on.”
I pulled a face at her. “Some people maybe didn’t want me to come back,” I said smoothly. Anna’s eyes widened but she didn’t say anything. “You ever been in a situation like that? Not likely, I’d bet.”
Anna shrugged and looked away. The waitress was sauntering back towards us, pad and paper in hand. “Can I get y’all something to eat?” Minnie batted her eyelashes at me and I looked away.
“Cheeseburgers, fries, side salads for both of us,” I said, snapping my menu shut and handing it over. “And more of these drink things, whatever they are.”
“That’s a Sex on the Beach,” Minnie said. She winked at me and I turned away in disgust. Anna was rolling her eyes and I wanted to shove Minnie away from us as quickly as I could.
“Thanks,” I said dismissively. “That’s all.”
Minnie glared at me. This time, when she walked away, she kept her hips straight. I glanced back at Anna after a second.
“What?” she asked, pursing her lips. “You read my mind about dinner, you want a reward for that?”
I laughed shortly. “It’s called paying attention,” I said, tapping the side of my head. “I can do that sometimes.”
“I can do that sometimes,” she said, mimicking my tone again. There was something about the way she flirted that was almost combative.
“You deserve a spanking,” I said. “You can’t even talk to me without taking some kind of flippant tone. What makes you think you’re so superior to me, huh?”
Anna didn’t say anything. She flushed slightly and looked away. “I’m not used to talking to people,” she said after a moment. “And I don’t trust you! You showed up in the back of my rig in a box! And you tell me now you’re in a club with people who completely forgot about you! What kind of friends would do that?”
“They didn’t forget about me,” I hissed, leaning across the table. “Look, you don’t get it. The Saints is a brotherhood. Those men are like my family. Hell, they’re the only family I have!” Anna looked shocked but she didn’t argue. “Something must have happened,” I said slowly. “They wouldn’t have abandoned me like that. Those guys are my family,” I repeated.
“So why don’t you care about looking for them?” Anna narrowed her eyes at me.
I felt a hot rush of anger in my body. “Because I had more important things to do right now,” I said delicately. Like fuck your brains out , I wanted to say.
But Anna only glared at me. She finally turned away and faced the window, staring outside. It was a dark night, and I could see the clouds whirling overhead, providing small glimpses of the bone-white moon.
“Fine,” she said softly. “I’m leaving after this, though. That’s it. I’m not getting involved with anything dangerous. I told you, I’m not a smuggler, and I don’t intend to act like one.” She leaned back against the wall of the booth and gave me the same delicious pout.
I knew she was exhausted, it showed plain as day on her face. But she also seemed weary, which I knew was something that couldn’t be cured by sleep. Weariness was something that got into your bones like a drug, and stayed there until you could finally push it out. Weariness was the thing that kept you from sleeping, even if you were exhausted, and made you rub your shoulders and the back of your neck until you could finally relax. Anna looked like she hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in years. I wanted to fuck that right out of her. I wanted to fuck her so hard she could sleep for days and days. I wanted to give her the pounding of her life.
She yawned and I caught a glimpse of her moist, pink tongue. It stirred my cock and before I knew what I was doing, I leaned across the table and pressed my mouth against hers. She gasped but she didn’t pull away, and I slipped my tongue into her mouth and savagely caressed her tongue with mine. She wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and pulled me closer, softly sighing and moaning into my mouth. My cock stiffened to full hardness and I eagerly plunged my tongue inside of her mouth again and again, mimicking the action my cock would take inside of her pussy.
When I pulled away, she was very clearly panting hard.
“I’m gonna go outside to the truck,” I said with a smirk, sliding out of the booth. “Meet me there.”
Anna gazed at me with parted lips. Her breath was coming in damp little bursts. I leaned over and kissed her again, more gently this time. She tasted like strawberries and cream I pulled away and glanced at her, knowing instinctively she would follow me. Turning on my heel, I swaggered out of the restaurant.
Chapter 9
Anna
When Donovan pulled away, I felt my heart beating in my chest like a scared rabbit. I watched him walk out of the restaurant with a measured sway to his hips. Was I really going to do it? Was I really going to sleep with him?
The waitress came back to the table and snapped her eyes at me. “Y’all make a habit of ordering and then walking out on your food?” she asked loudly.
I shook my head and handed her a twenty-dollar bill. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I have to go meet my friend.”
The waitress glared at me and snapped her gum as I quickly scurried outside. Donovan was hauling himself into the cab of my truck. I felt like salivating as I watched his muscles ripple through the back of his shirt.
As quickly as my legs would carry me, I walked over and opened the driver’s side door.
“I’m back here,” Donovan said lazily. His voice was coming from the mattress I’d thrown on the back of the floor behind the seats.
I swallowed hard. I was experiencing my first adrenaline rush in years, and I didn’t know what to do. It had been so long since I’d slept with someone, and never like this. Never someone I’d just met, never someone I wasn’t in love with. And, furthermore, never someone like Donovan. Never a rough guy with tattoos and scars all over his body. I shivered, remembering the way I’d gotten instantly wet when he’d kissed me in the restaurant. I wanted to feel that again.
Part of me wanted to tell him off. Who the hell was this guy, anyway? He’d marched into my life and demanded to take me and my crotch hostage. When I saw him reclining on the mattress and grinning up at me, I quivered. I wanted to say, leave! I wanted to say, scram! But I didn’t.
Donovan reached up and grabbed me. My body tensed and then the anxiety gave way to the most delicious pleasure. As he pulled me down on the mattress, I felt my crotch pulse with arousal. My juices were flowing almost instantly as I pressed my body against his and kissed him deeply. He tangled his hands in my brown hair and pulled me down on the mattress, covering my small body with his huge one. He was heavy and bulky, but the weight felt good. He stroked his hands down my bare arms, scratching the flesh. When he broke our kiss, he dipped his head to my chest and bit at my nipples through the thin cotton of my shirt. It felt amazingly, insanely good and I shrieked loudly as pleasure flooded my body.
“You’re delicious,” Donovan murmured, yanking my shirt up and twisting it over my head in a matter of seconds.
My flesh pimpled with goosebumps but he rubbed his hands all over my skin. One of his hands was big enough to cover my entire chest, and I moaned as he pinched and rolled my stiff nipples. When he pressed up against me, I could feel his erection poking me in the lower belly. As I tried to wriggle away, he grabbed me and pulled me closer. With clumsy fingers, he undid the snap of my jeans and twisted his hand into my panties. I was so wet that his fingers slid against my skin with no friction, and I gasped as he roughly thumbed at my clit. I could feel a faint sheen of sweat breaking out on my forehead and I closed my eyes and moaned softly as he rubbed me to heights of arousal that I didn’t even know existed.
“Mmm,” I moaned loudly, closing my eyes and tilting my head back.
I was barely aware of Donovan tugging my jeans down my legs and yanking my panties off. Before I knew it, I was naked and splayed out on the mattress beneath him. I reached my hands around to his shirt and tugged it off his head. Shirtless, Donovan looked like a statue of a god. He was incredibly beautiful, with giant pecs and abs that stood out like they were carved from marble. I ran a hand down his bare chest in awe—this was exactly what I’d imagined when I’d first seen him emerging from the box in the back of my rig. Donovan raised his eyebrows at me and I realized I was blushing. Without saying anything, he tugged his pants off. I gaped in amazement as I watched his cock spring free from his pants. It was gorgeous, and the hugest erection I’d ever seen. Thinking about him fucking me with it was almost painful, and as he crawled between my legs, I whimpered.
He slapped my legs apart with a careless motion of his hand. I spread them and closed my eyes as he crawled between my legs and lowered his head to kiss my belly. I was all too conscious of having not showered for a couple of days, but when I tried to push his head away, he growled and started to kiss and lick my belly. I moaned with desire and dug my hands into his blond hair, pulling him up and on top of me. His cock was poking my soaked pussy and I squirmed, desperate for him to be inside of me immediately. As Donovan slammed his hips against mine, his cock tore inside of me. I gasped—it almost hurt—but soon, the pain faded into a warm pleasure that spread throughout my limbs.
I’d never slept with anyone as powerful or as strong as Donovan. His thrusting started fast and got faster. Every time his hips slammed against me, a strong current of pleasure rocked through my body. I knew his pubic bone was ramming against my clit and it was the most intense, stinging pleasure I’d ever experienced. Before I knew it, I wrapped my legs around Donovan and held him firm. He arched his back, slamming his head onto the ceiling of my rig. He cursed, but he didn’t stop thrusting, and, soon, he had reached down and picked me up off the mattress, holding me in the air like I was a doll. I groaned as his cock spasmed inside of me.
Closing my eyes, pleasure exploded behind my eyelids in fireworks of colors. It was the most intense, hottest sensation I’d ever felt, and all I wanted was it to keep going. I knew I’d die without it, that I’d die without being fucked by Donovan.
I screamed his name as I came and dug my fingernails into his back. Donovan growled and tightened his grip on my body. He slammed against me hard and then gasped, howling and arching his back. As his hips deeply pressed against mine, I felt his cock twitch and gush with cum inside of me. The sensation was incredibly pleasurable and sent a new wave of lust through my body.
Afterwards, he held me tightly. He set me down on the mattress and gently, we pulled away from each other. His head was bleeding and I switched on the overhead light to look at it.
“You’re gonna need stitches,” I said softly. “Hold on, I’ll get my bag.”
Donovan frowned. “You’re a doctor, too?” He asked in a gruff voice. He was still panting.
I laughed. “No,” I said. “At least not yet. I’m rigging to pay for medical school. I only have two semesters left.”
Donovan looked at me and laughed. “This is too much,” he said, holding his forehead.
“Hold still,” I ordered as I sanitized my hands and threaded a needle. “This is going to hurt, just a bit.”
Chapter 10
Donovan
“Ouch,” I complained as Anna tugged the thread through the cut on my scalp. “That fuckin’ hurts!”
She shushed me impatiently, tugging at the stitches with her deft little hands. “I’m almost done. Now sit still and be quiet. I can’t have you making any movement.”
I sighed and leaned back on the bench seat. We were still in the parking lot of the truck stop restaurant, and Anna had been patiently stitching at my head for the better part of an hour. I sighed and looked out the window. She immediately slapped me on the arm and turned me back around to face her. The overhead lighting was killing my head, and I just wanted to go to sleep. Now that she’d drained me of my cum, I knew I was free to pass out.
Anna . Just thinking about her name drove me crazy! She was a wildcat, a little hellcat, even! At least in the bedroom she had been. Now, she was giving me her usual pensive silence. I wondered if I’d ever see the wild side of her again. Probably not—she was too busy focusing on her work. My head ached, and I put a hand up to shield my eyes from the light.
All in all, it had been a pretty crazy day. I’d met, seduced, and fucked this little rig driver only to find out that she was putting herself through med school. It was impressive, and not like the kinds of girls I was used to hanging out with. Women loved me, they loved my money, and they loved that I was an outlaw. But Anna didn’t seem to care about any of that. When we looked in each other’s eyes, we were captivated.
