Bikers And Tinsel (MC Sinners # 3.5), Page 2

  I whimper.

  He hisses again.

  Then he keeps going. His fingers slide gently into my folds, just skimming the outside of my clit.

  “So fuckin’ sweet, smooth, fuck...incredible.”

  “Don’t stop,” I whisper, shifting so my bottom slides further forward.

  “I don’t plan on fuckin’ stopping. Not unless it’s to bend you over the back of this truck and fuck you until you’re screamin’ my name.”

  “Oh God,” I rasp.

  He slides his fingers in deep, stroking them across my hardening clit. He groans, and moves them lower, finding my wet entrance.

  “Already so wet. I wouldn’t even have to prepare you. Fuck baby, the temptation...”

  “Why are you holding back?” I moan as he slides his finger back up and begins rubbing my clit.

  “Because you matter,” he grinds out. “And you don’t deserve to be bent over the back of a truck and fucked.”

  “Maybe you don’t know me,” I cry out, feeling pleasure tighten my womb. I’m desperate; my body is greedy, and I want to feel him inside me. “Maybe I want to be fucked.”

  “Fuck, Jaybird, you’re killin’ me.”

  He started calling me Jaybird a few weeks ago, deciding that since he had an awesome nickname, I needed one too. I am grateful he didn’t pick one to match his. I don’t want to know what the female version of Muff would be.

  “I want you Muff, I’ve wanted you for months now. I’m tired of holding back. I want you inside me, and I want it now.”

  Suddenly, the brakes screech on and he pulls the truck over to the side and down a dirt road. We bump down it, disappearing from the rest of the group. When we’re a fair way down, he stops the truck and turns to me, gripping my knees and raising them. Then he unclips my seatbelt and spins me around so my pussy is facing him, and one knee is on the compartment box, the other resting on the dash. He rips off his seatbelt and pulls the door handle, then he kicks it until it swings open. I watch under heavy lids as he adjusts himself and jerks my dress up, gripping my ass, then lowering his mouth.

  Oh, God.

  His mouth hits my pussy, and against the cool, it’s like molten lava. I’ve heard great things about Muff and his mouth, but I never expected this. His tongue can move at speeds I’m sure most men can’t reach. I can hear his phone ringing beside us, and I’m trying hard not to concentrate on it. He flicks my clit fast, and then he’s sucking it into his mouth, and then he’s licking it, and then he’s biting it. The overwhelming changes have my back arching, and my body on fire for him. I’m about to come, when his phone rings for the third time. He snarls, lifting his mouth off me. I groan desperately.

  “What?” he barks down the line as soon as he finds it, and presses it to his ear.

  The car falls silent a minute, and the only sound is my deep, ragged breathing.

  “I’ll catch up. Just keep fuckin’ driving.”

  He removes the phone, and throws it into the back before giving me a heated expression and then lowering his face once more. It doesn’t take long for him to get me on the edge again, my entire body writhing, my back arching, my fingers gripping the seat beneath me. When his finger slides inside my pussy and he finds my sweet spot, I come, and I come with force.

  “Muff, oh God, oh my fucking God,” I bellow, shaking as he uses that skilled tongue to get every single tremble out of my body.

  He flicks until there is nothing left, and I’m slumped against the seat. He pulls back, looking down at me with lusty eyes, and then he turns and gets out of the car. Is this it? Will we have sex now? I want to—God knows I do. My entire body burns for him. My pussy is thudding, and my breasts are tingling. I don’t doubt the need about to explode within me. I also don’t doubt the nerves fluttering around in my belly. It’s been a long time since a man has wanted me like this.

  My door opens, and Muff leans in, gripping me and hurling me out. I don’t get a chance to react; I am soaring out of the car, and then crushed against his chest in seconds. He wraps his arms around me, grips my hair and tilts my head back, and then he brings his lips down over mine. I whimper, as I taste myself on his tongue. My knees tremble and I hold his shoulders, pressing myself against him.

  “Goin’ to fuck you now, princess,” he murmurs when he pulls away from my swollen, wet lips.

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  “Bend over the back of my truck.”

  He gently brings me to the back of his truck, and he spins me around, pressing my front against the cool black metal. I whimper as he runs his hand up my spine. My skin breaks out in tiny little goosebumps and the back of my neck prickles. God, he’s going to take his time, I know he is, and it’s killing me. When he reaches the top of my spine, he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and leans down. “You ready for me, baby?”

  “I’m surprised you have to ask,” I whisper.

  He chuckles, and uses his other hand to hitch my dress up further. “Sweet-ass little dress you’re wearin’.”

  “Wore it just for you,” I giggle nervously.

  “Well, I’m very grateful.”

  He pushes me further over the truck. His fingers slide up through my wet pussy, and I hear the sounds of him sucking my arousal off. God, why does that have everything inside of me clenching? I hear his jeans, and then the sound of a condom wrapper. I begin to shake lightly. Oh, I want him.

  “So fuckin’ nice down there, Jaybird. You’re like candy.”

  “Stop teasing me, Muff...”

  “Soon, precious.”

  He runs his fingers up and down my spine again, and then he leans over, peppering kisses across my shoulders. I feel his cock probe against my ass, and I know he’s right there. I jerk my hips up, trying to hurry him along. A throaty chuckle escapes his throat, and he gently tugs my hair. “Patience, sweet thing.”

  “Please,” I plead.

  He reaches around and finds my clit, and, gently, he begins to rub it, making small yet pressured circles. I feel him adjust himself, and then he’s pressing against me once more. God, I want him inside me so bad. I want that sweet burn as he stretches me. I want to feeling him pulsing as he comes deep inside my body. It’s the little things that make sex so amazing.

  I feel the slight burn as he begins to push in, his finger still sliding around my clit.

  “Fuck, Jaybird, so fuckin’ tight.”

  I whimper as he begins to fill me. Muff is bigger than my ex-husband, by far. I’m almost certain my ex-husband was on steroids because while his body was huge, his dick was tiny. Muff on the other hand? He’s long, and the perfect thickness. He’s exactly what I need. A little mewling sound leaves my throat when he is finally sheathed.

  “M...m...move,” I whisper. “Muff, fuck me.”

  “You’re a little minx, Jaybird,” he rasps, and then pulls his hips back before plunging his cock back in.

  I cry out, gripping the hard metal and dropping my head. Oh, yes. Yes. Muff drives into me, giving me the perfect rhythm, the perfect strokes. He tilts his hips upwards, making sure to stroke me exactly where I need to be stroked. His finger works my clit, his hard body is curved over mine, and the moment is utterly erotic. I feel myself building higher and higher. My pussy begins to clench tightly around him.

  “Come on, princess,” he grates out. “Come for me.”

  “I...oh, God...Muff!” I cry, as I tip over the edge.

  My orgasm rips through me in molten waves, causing my body to jerk. Little noises escape my throat, and I rasp Muff’s name over and over. He releases my clit, and pulls back, clutching my hips—and then he begins to fuck me, hard and deep. My little noises turn into full-blown screams as he thrusts his hips, skin slapping, fingers digging into me. Oh, God. Yes.

  “Goin’ to come, fuck me, I’m goin’ to...aw...”

  He lets off a rugged hiss, and I feel him swelling inside me before I feel the distinct pulsing as he finds his release. My body shudders, and I feel myself getting tingly inside at
the thought that he’s enjoying me so much. When he stops shaking, he drops his head down onto my back. We’re both panting, and my hair is sticking to my forehead even though it’s cool out here.

  “Better get into the truck,” he murmurs. “It’s gettin’ cold.”

  “I can’t move,” I whisper.

  “Want me to carry you, Jaybird?”

  I chuckle softly and he pulls back, discarding the condom and pulling his jeans up. He smooths my dress down, and then pulls me back into his arms. I drop my head into his shoulder and sigh. My body is warm all over, and I feel amazing.

  Muff leads us back to the truck, and he opens the door for me, letting me slide in. The instant I feel the heating, I realize just how cold it was outside. God, the things we do for a quickie.

  “You want a beer, Jaybird?” Muff asks, opening the driver’s door and looking in.

  “You’re going to get me drunk?”

  He grins, big and beautiful. “No, but it’s your break, so if you want to drink, I’ll happily get you there.”

  I think about it, and decide why not? It’s been so long since I’ve had time alone. “Sure, throw me one.”

  “That’s my girl.” He winks.

  He disappears, and a moment later he returns with a beer. He hands it to me, and I thank him, before putting the bottle to my lips and groaning with delight. This is what I’m talking about.

  I needed this break.

  More than I knew.

  Chapter 2

  Everywhere it’s Christmas.

  Muff

  Goddamn, she looks so sweet sittin’ there, singing along to the radio, tapping her hand on that bare creamy-white thigh. She places the beer bottle to her lips and I want to replace that bottle with my cock. I finish gassing up the truck and wink at her through the glass when she turns to me, smiling. Her lips are puffy from all our kissing, and it only makes me want to crush my lips against hers again and keep kissing her.

  I turn and walk into the station to pay for the gas. The little blonde at the counter grins at me. Most of the time, I’d wink at her and flirt, but now, I just want to get back to my truck and put my lips on that sweet-ass lady sitting in my passenger seat. She doesn’t know how much she means to me. In such a short time, she’s crawled into a place I’ve left closed, and hidden for so long. She’s changing everything in me, and I couldn’t be happier about it.

  When I get back to the truck, I climb in and lean over the seat, gripping the back of her head and pulling her close. With a gasp, she comes to me. Her lips part and I press mine against them, tasting her. Her body has that musky scent that a lot of women get after sex, and her breath smells like beer. It’s fucking divine. I slip my tongue between those plump little lips and I tangle it with hers. She groans and reaches up, tangling her fingers into my hair. I love when women pull my hair. Call it a fetish of mine.

  “God,” she rasps when we part. “You’re killing me.”

  “Could say the same,” I murmur, tapping her nose with my finger.

  “We’ll never get there at this rate.”

  I laugh, shifting and facing the front of the truck. I turn it on, and head back out onto the highway. Light snow is starting to fall, which tells me we’re getting closer.

  “You got enough warm shit, Jaybird?” I ask her.

  She smiles, nodding. “I do.”

  “You won’t need it. I’ll have you naked most of the time.”

  She giggles softly, and it sounds like Christmas.

  “You won’t hear me complaining.”

  I grin and lean back into the seat, hands relaxing on the wheel.

  “You were sent to me for a reason, Jaybird. I’m just figuring out what that reason is.”

  She smiles at me. Her eyes are warm and loving. “Maybe you’re not meant to know that reason; you’re just meant to go with it.”

  “I plan on going with it, baby,” I murmur. “Nothin’ is going to stop that.”

  And it won’t.

  It’s been too long since I’ve found something I want to hold onto this badly.

  ~*~*~*~

  Janine

  The place we’re staying at is absolutely stunning. There are four wooden cabins, all facing each other in an odd kind of shape. In the middle of them all there is a huge spa under a big wooden patio. There’s light snow falling, and the wind is crisp and cool.

  The insides of our cabin is to die for: cream walls, wooden floors, high roofs, wooden kitchens, big spa baths, and beds that are huge, squishy and amazing. There is a fire pit in each lounge, and a Christmas tree set up. It’s so warm, so homely, and so Christmas.

  “Oh my God!” I squeal, skipping around in circles when I am done looking at our cabin.

  I may or may not be a little drunk. Muff didn’t hold back in the truck on the way up here, and by the time we arrived, I’d had more than six beers. That’s a lot for me.

  “Helllllo!

  I hear the sounds of everyone’s voices, and I yell loudly, “We’re in here!”

  A moment later, everyone steps in, all with beers in hand. Muff and I were a bit late.

  “You two finally made it.” Spike grins. “You get lost?”

  Muff thumps him on the shoulder as he walks past to put the rest of the beers in the fridge.

  “Oh nooo, we fu...”

  “Oh my God!” Addison squeals, cutting me off. “You two got it on while you were on the side of the road, didn’t you?”

  I grin, and then I begin doing the wiggly hip dance, wiggling around. “I got luuuuucky!”

  Everyone bursts out laughing, and Muff chuckles, shaking his head.

  “You fuckin’ devil, Muff.” Jackson laughs, clapping his shoulder.

  “Couldn’t help it. She got in there wearin’ that sweet-ass dress.”

  I giggle, and open my arms as the girls come barreling towards me, wrapping me in their arms. We all dance around, screaming and just enjoying the moment—the moment of freedom.

  “God help us,” Spike mutters. “We need more alcohol.”

  “You have to tell us all about it,” Serenity says, hooking her arm through mine.

  “You already know,” I say.

  Muff snorts, Jackson laughs, and everyone falls into a flurry of chatter and laughter. The girls and I go into the main bedroom to get changed into our swimmers, desperate for that spa.

  “Ugh, I can’t fit in my sexy swimmers anymore,” Addison grumbles, pulling a one-piece over her tiny baby belly.

  “Aw, Addi, enjoy it,” I say with a pout. “It doesn’t last long.”

  “No,” Ciara says, pulling on a sexy bikini. The girl looks great after a baby. Even though she’s pregnant again, you can’t tell. She’s so damned pretty.

  “It’s appropriate to swim in Jackson’s shirt, right?” Serenity says, crossing her arms.

  “No!” we all say at once.

  She laughs, and falls back onto the bed. “My ass is fat.”

  “You don’t have an ass!” I giggle, flopping down beside her.

  “After babies I do.”

  I snort. “One baby.”

  “One is enough.”

  “Jackson might want to pump out more babies.” I chuckle.

  “Ew!” Addison grumbles, rubbing her belly. “Enough images of my father, thanks.”

  “Lets rock this love shack,” I say, pulling my bikini bottoms on before ducking around the corner to change.

  “How do you have abs like that?” Serenity pouts, lifting her finger and wagging it in my face.

  “They’re not abs, they’re an illusion.”

  We all burst out laughing, lift our towels, and walk back out. The moment we step outside, and see all the guys, shirtless, and ready to get into the spa, we stop. Damn. If that isn’t eye candy, I don’t know what is. Like we’re in a trance, we all stare. God, they’re all so beautiful and so different. Spike with his blond hair, Muff with his red hair, and the other two with their dark looks. They’re all equally as devastating.


  “Jesus, think you women have been starved of cock,” Spike says, and we all snap out of our little haze.

  I feel my cheeks flush.

  “Plenty to go around with you studs.” Addison winks, skipping past him.

  “Careful what you wish for, precious,” he retorts, slapping her ass as she goes past.

  “Hey, hands off, buddy,” Cade says, gripping Addison and wrapping her in his arms.

  Spike snorts. “Hands belong to one lady. Come here Tomcat.”

  Ciara giggles, and rushes over, wrapping her arms around Spike and, after a moment, dropping her hands down to his ass. Little minx.

  I walk over, stopping beside Muff. God, he’s beautiful without a shirt. So damned sexy. He puts his arms around me, and tugs me toward the spa.

  The moment I put my feet in, I groan. It’s divine. Oh God, it’s amazing. I sink down, moaning loudly.

  Jackson chuckles. “Haven’t been in a hot tub before, J?”

  I open my eyes and meet his. “God no, but I can see I’ve been missing out.”

  Muff slides in beside me, and he hands me a beer.

  “I say we play a game!” Serenity pipes up when we’re all settled in our spots.

  Cade groans. “Seriously? Bikers don’t play games.”

  “Don’t be a spoil sport,” Addison says, rubbing her hands together. “I’m in.”

  “Truth or dare!” Ciara says, bobbing up and down excitedly.

  “Ohhhh, yes!” I cry.

  Muff groans beside me. The other bikers do the same.

  “Fuckin’ women!” Spike grunts.

  “Since you started the game,” Cade grins down at Addi, “you get to go first. Truth or dare, sugar?”

  She contemplates it a moment, twisting her dark hair around a finger. “Dare.”

  “Oh, buddy, let me do this one!” Spike pleads.

  Addison shoots him an evil glare. “Be careful Spike, it’s your turn next.”

  He winks at her, and turns to Cade. “Go on, bud, let me take one for the team.”

  “All right.” Cade grins, taking a sip of beer. “Spike chooses the dare.”