Lulu (Desert Rebels MC), page 11
“I could fuck you all night long.” Brody kissed his way along my neck and shoulder. His hands caressed up my sides to the curve of my breasts.
He squeezed and cupped them and then with a growl took one into his mouth. “Someday I’m going to fuck these tits,” he rasped. He moved on to the other one, lavishing the same amount of attention to that one. The feeling of his tongue circling my nipple caused my core to spasm with the onslaught of an orgasm.
“Fuck me harder!” I shamelessly demanded, bowing sharply to meet every thrust.
He did.
“Fuck me faster!” I ordered, grasping handfuls of the sheets beneath my body.
He did.
“Come on my dick!” Brody commanded. “I want to feel your thick cream coat my dick, baby.”
I was about to. I could feel my orgasm racing to the finish line. It was going to be epic. But then Brody pulled out and shifted me onto my belly. Just as quickly he pulled me to my knees, and put a hand at the back of my neck to hold my face against the bed. That position left my ass high in the air. I loved doggy-style, and I wasn’t disappointed when he thrust forward and was once again buried deep inside.
“Fuck!” he snarled, shuddering against me.
I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling. Then Brody started up again, and I knew this time there would be no stopping. I fell over the abyss and came with a scream, hit with an orgasm so hard that I blacked out for a second. I convulsed uncontrollably around his pounding cock, wondering if it would ever end. Minutes ticked by, and I continued to feel the aftershocks as I gulped in mouthfuls of air to fill my overworked lungs. I hadn’t yet come down from the rush when Brody pulled out and groaned as he came all over my ass.
As ropes and ropes of warm cum splashed over my backside, it occurred to me that he hadn’t used a condom. Fuck! Thank God he’d had the presence of mind to realize that and had pulled out at the last second. With a deep sigh I let myself fall flatly to the bed, totally exhausted, yet satisfied beyond words. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as if it wanted to break free from feeling too much.
Brody allowed his body to collapse against mine. We were both damp from our exertions, and I could feel the sweat dripping off of him onto my neck. His hands wormed their way up to my breasts where they filled his palms. I couldn’t believe how sensitive they were, and let out a little moan when his thumbs teased my erect nipples.
“Am I too heavy for you?” he asked against my ear.
“No, I, I actually like your weight against me.” It was the truth, but I realized my mistake in admitting such a thing almost immediately. So I decided to deflect. “You, ah, forgot the condom.”
“Yeah,” he mumbled against my shoulder where his head rested. “That’s never fucking happened before. Won’t happen again.”
“I’m clean, in case you want to know.”
“Me too. Wasn’t what I was worried about, though.”
Oh. That only left one other thing--pregnancy. “I’m on the pill.” I’d been on it forever it seemed, and I’d always insisted that the men I’d been with suit up. Forgetting to worry about it with Brody wasn’t like me.
The feel of his lips moving into a grin against my skin caused a shiver to run down my spine. “Good to know.”
“So, um, let me just clarify this arrangement between us. I don’t want any misunderstandings. I’m to provide you with sex when you’re in town and in the mood. No strings. I can fuck other men—”
His growl, and the tightening of the muscles against me caught me by surprise.
“Your rules,” I reminded him flippantly.
Brody suddenly rolled off me to the side, laying on his back with an arm folded across his eyes. “Yup.”
Huh. He didn’t sound too accepting of the thought of me fucking other men. I had to admit I didn’t like the thought of him with other woman, either. I wasn’t sure why.
Yes. I knew why. I wanted Brody to myself. Damn, I was confused.
“That’s basically it in a nutshell,” he said. “Friends with benefits.”
An unladylike sound escaped me. “Don’t sugarcoat it, Brody. I’m a convenient booty call.”
He sucked in a deep breath, released it, and then rolled away from me and sat up. With his back to me I turned on my side and reached for the covers. I guessed our understanding didn’t include cuddling or spending the night together. The lack of intimacy shouldn’t have bothered me, but it did. What would it feel like to share a tender moment with someone after sex? To just lay there in each other’s arms and talk?
Brody’s distance was reminiscent of the gentle taps I’d get to leave the bed after having sex with one of the men in the club. He stood up and disappeared into the outer room, only to reappear with his clothes. It was a shame that he was going to cover up his magnificent body. I could have stared at him all day. I watched as he pulled up his boxers, taking that taut ass out of sight.
When he turned back to me, I could clearly see the outline of his cock beneath the clinging material. I licked my lips, wondering what he would taste like on my tongue.
“Still hungry?” he smirked, noticing my look. He paused from slipping into his pants.
His hesitation caused me to wonder if he would do something about it if I answered yes. “Not at all,” I said instead. “I’m thoroughly satisfied.”
“Good. Means I did my job.”
I couldn’t help laughing at his cocky smugness. “So leaving women you’ve fucked satisfied is one of your jobs?”
He just grinned and did up his pants. Then reached for his shirt. His eyes captured mine long enough to make me uncomfortable. Brody had a way about him of communicating exactly what he wanted without words. And right now, the dark, smoldering fire in his eyes said that he would have liked to shuck his clothes and crawl beneath the covers with me again. The muscle working in his jaw revealed that it was an internal battle he was struggling with.
I threw his words back at him. “Still hungry?”
Amusement flickered across his features. “I could go another round with you riding my dick, but I have a girl waiting for me at home.”
My brows shot up with surprise.
Brody laughed. “Not sure Buttercup can go much longer without going out.”
I schooled my features to remain impassive. After all, we weren’t exclusive. We were in a no strings, no expectations, no emotions kind of relationship.
When Brody finished putting on his boots and leather jacket, he surprised me by coming over to where I was laying. He reached down, curled his hand around my neck, and pulled me up to slam his mouth down on mine. It wasn’t something two people in our kind of relationship would do. No, I would have expected Brody to toss a half-ass goodnight over his shoulder as he left my bedroom. My heart jumped in my chest.
He pulled away and straightened. “Later, Hellcat.”
I was too fascinated with the speed I’d responded to his mere kiss to say anything back.
Chapter 14
Lulu
I walked into Grinders, seeing the usual faces, getting the usual wolf whistles as I made my way to the table where the girls were sitting. I wondered who had made it to our last Saturday of the month get together. So many of the women of Desert Rebels had children now that we’d had to come up with a set day and time for our get togethers so that everyone could make any necessary arrangements in advance. No one held it against anyone who didn’t show because we all knew the reasons why.
Just as I was about to walk past the bar, a hand reached out and drew me to an abrupt halt. I was about to unleash my bitch on the culprit until my eyes lit on Doc. He was one of my favorite Desert Rebels, and I was genuinely happy to see him. I let him pull me in for a hug.
“Hi, sweetheart.”
Doc was a handsome man, and the large, purplish birthmark on the lower side of his face and neck that resembled the state of Alaska didn’t take away from that. The long-standing joke in the clubhouse was that it was a giant hickey. It didn’t surprise me that he wore his long hair tied back. There was nothing vain about the man.
“Hey, handsome!” I pulled away. “You on guard duty tonight?” I joked. Millie had finally called me, and while the club wasn’t on lockdown because of the attempted abduction of her, there was still a little trouble brewing out there. Hence the reason we were at Grinders tonight, a bar owned by the MC. The men wanted to keep their women close.
Doc laughed. “Not hardly.”
Which meant there were prospects nearby. I noticed that he wasn’t sitting with anyone from the club, and he looked a little rough around the edges. For Doc, anyway. His scruff was a little longer than usual, and there was a tiredness in his eyes that revealed he wasn’t sleeping well. Doc was a real doctor. I’d heard the rumors that he was going to his clinic less and less now, and spending more time at the clubhouse. I wondered if anything was wrong.
“Don’t,” he said, obviously recognizing the concern flirting across my face. “I’m good. Just stopped in for a drink.”
I wasn’t convinced, but I decided to let it go. So many times I had wished that he would find the one to settle down with like some of the others had. Those men had been stubborn too, but once they’d fallen, they’d fallen hard. Doc hadn’t met anyone yet and didn’t appear to be looking. While he was a better man than most, he’d made the Desert Rebels his life and priority.
“You know what you need?”
He threw his drink back before pinning his eyes on me again. “Yeah. Only my favorite girl has left the clubhouse for a better life.”
Laughter pealed from me before I brought it under control. The truth was that we’d fucked once, and after that we’d just kind of become friends. He messed around with the other club whores, but we’d had a different relationship. I hadn’t questioned why because I liked having him for a friend. He’d been telling me for years that I needed to get out and do something with my life. Had even offered to pay once, but I’d flatly turned him down. It hadn’t been about the money. At the time, staying at the clubhouse had been about my safety.
“You were thinking with your dick, I was thinking with my heart. What you need is to find yourself someone and settle down.”
“You should take your own advice.” His tone was harsher than necessary, and I knew instantly that something was going on. You didn’t spend years around someone and not learn certain tells about them.
Had he met someone? Someone unattainable? He’d tell me if he wanted me to know, I reminded myself. I took a breath. “What makes you think I’m not looking?” I sassed back.
He shook his head with a satisfied grin spreading across his chiseled face. “Glad to hear it, sweetheart. Make it a good man.”
Brody came to my mind, but I shot that thought down instantly. “What if it’s a woman?”
His expression was comical.
“Just kidding!” I laughed, giving his shoulder a nudge. My attention was drawn away from Doc to someone who was standing and waving wildly in my direction. A bright smile lit up my face when I saw Millie. “Oh, I see my posse.” I kissed him on the cheek. “Gotta go, honey.”
“Have fun,” Doc mumbled as I took off.
Annabelle, Raven, Jolene, Holly, and JoJo were also there and crowded around the table, laughing their asses off and catching up. A night at Grinders would put a slight damper on our evening because the bar was owned by the MC. There wasn’t much of a dance floor, the music was classic rock most of the time, the drink offerings sucked, and then there were the strippers. It was a biker’s bar through and through.
The men had promised to keep away, but we all knew that there were a couple of prospects hiding out somewhere to make sure that the old ladies remained safe. Most who hung out at the bar knew who was who, which women they could approach and which ones they couldn’t, but once in a while a trucker from out of town or another biker club ambled in and made an inappropriate move on one of us.
Millie was the first to greet me as I reached the table. “Hey! About time you showed up!”
I sat down in the only vacant chair, spreading my smile around to include everyone. “You remember I’m a working girl now, right? I have regular hours, and I’m not about to come here covered in dog and cat hair and smelling even worse.”
“Thank you for that,” Annabelle smiled. “Allergies and all that.”
Annabelle wasn’t an old lady, but her brother, Demon, was president of the club. She’d married Jolene’s brother, Danny, the year before. Danny wasn’t a member of the Desert Rebels either, but he ran a family lighting business with Jolene.
“How’s married life treating you?” I asked, sure that she was going to say “great” considering the happiness glittering in her eyes.
“I love it. Danny and I have a good routine down. I handle the inside of the house and he handles everything outside.”
“God, tell me we’re not going to talk about kids and house responsibilities,” JoJo groaned. She’d just had baby number three with Oz, who was the club’s secretary. A computer tech, he handled research and surveillance.
I shot her a sympathetic smile while directing my comment toward Annabelle. “I’d heard you guys bought a house.” I began to glance around for a server.
“If you ask me, that doesn’t sound like a fifty-fifty split,” Raven quipped, picking up her glass.
“Well, if you consider keeping the vehicles washed and vacuumed out, maintaining the lawn and any landscaping, and keeping the pool and porch clean, it takes him a good day out of his weekend. I, on the other hand, do a little cleaning each day so I have my whole weekend to play around.” She sounded so proud of herself.
I laughed at her cunningness. I’d finally caught Sybil’s eye and motioned her over. She scooted over to me and lowered her head because the place was so loud. I spoke into her ear, “Bring me a beer, please.”
“I stand corrected.” Raven raised her glass in salute to Annabelle.
Raven was married to Cole, Demon’s enforcer. They had two beautiful children, and I had a feeling they weren’t going to stop there. Jolene, wife to LD, the president of the Vegas chapter, had two, and Holly, married to Demon’s VP, had two as well. Two seemed to be the magic number, but I suspected that would change.
Sybil brought over my beer. I took a long drink before setting it down.
“So tell me again why we had to come here tonight?” Annabelle asked.
It made sense that she would ask considering that she very rarely went to either clubhouse, Demon or LD’s. She wasn’t as privy to whatever talk might be going on among the brothers or their women. Being that Jolene was the only one there married to one of the presidents, all eyes eventually turned her way.
“Club business,” Jolene responded, getting a loud chorus of giggles at the usual comment that came from the men.
Annabelle rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “God, I hate that expression. So there’s trouble in the club again? And being that you’re all married to possessive, overbearing men, it was here or nowhere, right?”
Several head shakes confirmed it. Her eyes made a sweep of the crowded room. “So where are they?”
“They promised to let the prospects handle things tonight if we came here,” Jolene quipped.
Jolene was a beautiful, statuesque woman who’d won the heart of one of the most feared men in the club. As goddess-like as LD was a beast. I’d thought I was in love with him once, a long time ago. Before Jolene, LD had always come to me for sex, and I’d foolishly forgotten the club rules of being a club whore. I’d developed feelings for him. Once he’d found out, he’d stopped using me, and that had been an eye-opening, heart-breaking reminder of what I truly was.
I didn’t hold it against Jolene that she’d won him over. I’d been happy that LD had finally found someone he could love, because that man had been locked up in a world of pain and heartache for so many years. She’d calmed the beast inside him, soothed his demons, and they were perfect together.
“I guess that’s something,” JoJo said with a downward twist of her lips. “I love Oz, but honestly sometimes I need just as much time away from him as the kids.”
All in all, these women had good lives. They were treated like queens, and they knew it. But I could fully understand their desire to have a night away where they could drink and dance and get their groove on somewhere outside of the clubhouse and away from the overpowering authority of their men.
“What do you think, Lulu?”
Holly was married to Sax, Demon’s VP. They almost hadn’t made it, but after a year apart they’d realized that they couldn’t live without each other. The fact that Sax hadn’t wanted kids had been the catalyst that had almost ended them. Then Holly had been kidnapped and raped and had gotten pregnant. At the time, she hadn’t known who the father was. Thank God it had turned out to be Sax’s baby.
I returned her smile. I’d been a club whore, but I’d been accepted into their bunch early on because I’d respected the boundaries and had left their men alone once they’d been claimed. They in turn hadn’t judged me, and liked me for being me, not for what I was, and I loved every one of them.
“I’m the only one here without a man,” I pointed out. “But one thing I do know is that you bitches are all lucky.”
Laughter erupted. “I second that!” Raven lifted her beer, encouraging the others to follow suit.
“We need to change that.”
I turned to JoJo, raising a brow in question.
“Find you a man,” she went on to explain.
“What about Doc?” Annabelle suggested with the naivety that came with not being fully familiar with MC culture. “I just saw you with him.”
“Figured that.” I took a sip of my beer.
“He’s hot!” she went on.
The others at the table groaned, already knowing what she had obviously forgotten. “Club girls don’t usually become old ladies.”
“Yeah, I know the whole reason is because the guys don’t want a woman who’s been with all his brothers, but Bobbie managed it.”
