Crank: The Devil's Highwaymen Nomads #1, page 5
The corner of her mouth tipped up in a small smile, and her fingers continued to touch the side of my face. “Liar.”
“Is that so?” I said, menace dripping from my tongue. Her pupils dilated, and she nodded and then without thinking I leaned down ready to take her mouth with mine. I froze halfway, and changed my course, and instead kissed her on the forehead. I pulled back and looked into her face, getting lost in those doe eyes again as something sparked inside my chest, igniting a wildfire within me.
The world seemed to stop, waiting with bated breath to see what would happen next. I was on a precipice, the edge of a cliff under my booted feet as I looked down at her, ready to fall in completely but holding back just in case I ruined her like I ruined everything else.
She reached up with her other hand, her fingers running over my short, dark beard, and then she leaned up and pressed her mouth against mine.
I hesitated at first, wanting to dive in with everything I had, but scared to break her. She seemed so fragile and innocent, and I knew how cruel I could be. Her lips stayed pressed against mine though, like she wasn’t letting go until she got what she wanted. Until she proved to me what kind of man she thought I really was.
Jesus, why did it matter to her?
Why did it really matter to me?
It didn’t, I decided, and with that thought I kissed her back. My kiss was hard and demanding against her soft and urgent one. My hands ran up her back, touching more of that smooth skin of hers, and fuck me, she felt like silk and innocence.
Her tongue danced over mine and her teeth nibbled on my lower lip. Virgin or not, this woman knew exactly how to kiss a man. She was hungry and desperate as her hands ran up my chest and over my shoulders, and I pulled her up and onto my lap so my rock-hard cock was pressing against her core. She groaned and kissed me harder, her tongue running along my lips as I ground myself against her, taking her thick hair in my hand and pulling gently to tip her neck up so I could shower it with kisses and bites.
She moaned as I stood, pulling her legs around my waist so I could get down on my knees and lower her to the ground beneath me, my body covering hers like a heavy cloak. She shoved her hands up my T-shirt and clawed at my chest, and it was my time to groan.
“Harder,” I begged, and she did, dragging her sharp nails into my skin and making my cock ready to explode in my jeans. I pressed my mouth to hers again, my tongue sliding in against hers and moving over it as she panted against my lips and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer to her center. To where I knew that, virgin or not, she had to be aching for me to fill her.
I pulled her top down, revealing her pert breasts, and I pulled her bra out of the way to flick my tongue across her nipple until she moaned out my name. I bit down gently at first, but increasing the pressure as I continued to grind my hips against her, stoking the fire between us more and more. Wasn’t quite sure what had come over her, or me, but I knew exactly where I wanted this to end.
I moved a hand to my belt because I wanted inside of her right the fuck then, before I came in my jeans, and I felt her hands move in between us to hitch up her skirt around her waist. My belt buckle jangled noisily, echoing around the dank garage, and I sat up on my heels and looked down at her as I unzipped myself.
The sliver of moonlight shone on her face, showing pink flushed cheeks and wide dark eyes. My gaze moved lower and I ran a rough hand across her smooth, flat stomach and down to her white panties, which were soaked in eagerness for me.
Fuck. Me.
One hand rested on my zipper and the other on her, and Jesus, she was everything I loved about a woman and more. Smooth milky skin, long flowing hair and full lips waiting for me to kiss. She was innocent and erotic, laying there with her skirt around her waist and her chest heaving. She was perfection.
I looked around us at the dirty ground and the musty boxes stacked high and then I looked back to her, so fucking eager for me. She’d held on to her virginity for all these years, waiting for God knows, or who knows what. Probably had some dream about silk sheets, and love story endings, when those things didn’t exist in my world.
“Dillon?” she said my name hesitantly, reaching for my hand and pulling it to her panties.
She was hot and wet beneath my hand, her body ripe, willing and fucking perfect. And maybe that was the problem. She was everything I wasn’t, and more.
I shook my head, and I knew I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t take this woman’s virginity in a dirty place like this. For some reason it mattered to me. It was important. If I was going to fuck her, then it would be in the right place at the right time. Not when she was half drunk and lying on an oily floor in the middle of a trashy biker party. She deserved more.
I took a deep breath and let go of her and started to buckle my jeans back up. Her eyes went wide.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked, her voice on the brink of tears. “Dillon…please.”
“Fuck no, you didn’t do anything wrong,” I reassured her.
“Then what?”
“You deserve better than this,” I said, pushing her skirt back down her tanned thighs, even as my hard-on screamed for release at the feel of her soft skin under my palm. Took every ounce of me to do the right thing by her and not just flip her over and take what I wanted. But I did it, despite my hand lingering over her body and my mind raging a war inside my head.
She let out a laugh, and then as I thought maybe she was losing her fucking mind or I had made a big mistake and she wasn’t as innocent as she made out, she began to cry. “Jesus, I can’t even give it away now. what is wrong with me?”
I held out a hand to pull her up, but she looked away from me, embarrassment flashing across her face. Jesus, I’d made everything worse for her when all I’d wanted to do was make it better.
“I’m sorry,” I said, sitting up. “I just don’t think this is what you want. Not like this.”
She lay on the floor, looking away from me. “It’s fine.”
I dragged a hand through my hair. “I’m just trying to do right by you, Hope. I don’t want you regretting it tomorrow. You feel me?”
She sniffled but didn’t say anything.
“Hope?”
“It’s fine, Dillon. It’s like she said—I’m just a little girl caught up in a world I don’t understand. It’s for the best, right?”
My cock was still rock-hard and I wanted to do nothing more than fuck her until she screamed my name loud enough that my brothers came over to see if I was murdering someone, and then I’d fuck her even harder. Yet I took a step away from her, before I changed my mind.
“Yeah, it’s for the best.” And I believed it too. Woman like her was way too good for me anyway. It wasn’t fair to drag her into my darkness. “You need some help getting home?”
“No, I’ll be fine on my own.”
“You sure? I can get you a lift or something.”
“If you’re not going to have sex with me, then just go,” she snapped, taking me by surprise.
Jesus, I was trying to do the right thing, and this was the thanks I was getting. I shook my head and stormed toward the door, pulling it open and letting the noise of the party back into my world. Whoops and cheers and the heavy beat of music hit me like a fist to the gut, and I glanced back at her.
She’d turned on her side and I thought that maybe she was starting to fall asleep. Hopefully, she’d wake up in the morning with a hangover from hell and realize that I’d done the right thing. That I’d protected her from me. That was definitely the best thing for her. Because if I knew nothing else in this world, it was this: she deserved better than a man whose soul was as dirty as mine.
I nodded in agreement with my own thoughts, and the darkness that I carried with me pulled itself back around me, tighter than previously, like it knew I had tasted something beautiful and pure and it wanted to ruin that taste forever.
“It’s okay,” she whispered as I stepped outside. “I know my place.”
I looked back in at her, but she wasn’t moving and I wondered if I had imagined her speaking or if she had really said it.
“Get some rest, Hope. Everything will seem better in the morning, you’ll see,” I replied.
If I could go back to that night, I would have stayed with her in that dark garage all night long. I would have held her in my arms and made love to her all night long. Then when the morning came, I would have put her on the back of my bike and rode her home. Maybe she would have introduced me to her father and he would have shaken my hand and called me son, and her mom would have hugged me. Maybe they would have seen something good in me just like she did. Something my own family never did.
I would have taught her how to brush the bad shit off in life, because we just gotta deal with it the best we can and move on, because bad shit fucking happened every single day and we can’t just let that shit get on top of us. That was just the way life was and we had to make sure it didn’t get under our skin.
And then I would have told her that she was worth way more than this life.
More than me.
And way more than any of the bitches that had laughed at her.
I should have told her that I inexplicably felt more for her—a woman I had barely known for an hour, than I had felt for any other person in a long long
But I didn’t say any of those things to her. Instead, I closed the door to the garage with a soft click and I turned and left.
It was the second biggest mistake of my life.
~ 8 ~
I dragged a hand through my hair and rolled my shoulders as I stepped away from the garage. I wasn’t sure if I was stupid or broken—maybe both. Ha, definitely both. Because walking away from sex wasn’t something I ever did. Did any man? Not unless they were dead from the waist down, they didn’t.
But it didn’t feel right. I didn’t know her and she didn’t know me, but I knew she deserved better than that—better than me. Though I doubted I’d be the one to show how it should be done. Not after the way she had turned her back on me when I’d pulled away from her.
I pulled out the small hip flask of whiskey I always carried with me and took a swig of it before shoving it into the back of my jeans again. I didn’t get more than four steps when a throaty female voice broke the silence.
“Wow, that was real sweet of you. I didn’t believe in chivalry until tonight.”
I was startled enough to pull my gun out and aim it in the direction the voice came from. “Who’s there?”
“Easy, sweetheart, I come in peace,” a woman giggled.
I watched the orange of the end of her cigarette burn bright for a second before she exhaled and threw it to the ground, stubbing it out with her high-heeled shoe.
The dark shadow of a woman came toward me, her curvy body moving quickly. My cock was still hard and painful in my jeans, because despite turning down Hope and her no doubt glorious pussy, my cock hadn’t gotten the memo and still wanted some relief. The woman wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her body against mine, grinding her tight body against me. I couldn’t have said no even if I’d wanted to.
I was a horny kid. Not much has changed over the years, barring I’m a man now. But I’m still horny as hell for the most part, and when I think back I’m not sure even knowing what I know now I could have resisted her that night. Because that night, full of testosterone and confused as hell about the woman I’d spent so little time with and yet felt such a deep connection to, there was only one thing I wanted to do to get my mind back to the dark place it belonged.
I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist and she pressed in closer, her breasts pushing against my chest. “Peace, huh?” I said, rubbing my hands up and down her back. She was wearing a short leather skirt and a thin sequined top that sparkled every time she moved.
“Uh huh,” she giggled again, her nails brutally digging into me and making me hiss in pain, just how I liked it. If it was possible, my dick hardened even more in my jeans, becoming painful in its restrictions, and I let out a hard breath through my nose and grunted. “You’re the new prospect, right?” she asked.
“Sure am.” I gripped her hair and bared her neck to me so I could kiss it.
“What’s your name, prospect?”
“Dillon,” I replied, groaning as her hand reached down to grab my hardness through my jeans, squeezing hard enough to make my nostrils flare again as both pleasure and pain hummed through me.
“I like that name,” she purred as I continued to run my tongue along her throat, nipping her delicate flesh with my teeth. “Mmmm, I like you, Dillon.” Her hands were working my zipper, and I was more than happy to oblige as I spun us around and thrust her up against the side of the garage, my hands shoving the leather skirt up around her waist and reaching for her wetness in one swift movement.
“Yeah?” I asked, panting as she freed me of my jeans and began to work my dick, her nails clicking as she gripped me tighter and squeezed. Relief flooded me as she worked my shaft, her hand rubbing over the tip of my cock. This was exactly what I needed tonight.
“Yeah,” she said, throwing her head back and crying out as my fingers slipped inside of her and began to strum her insides. I fucked her with my fingers as she pumped my dick. The music from the party was blaring behind us, yet I felt alone in this secluded part of the clubhouse grounds. Wrapped in our own little bubble of blackness, it felt good to not know who this chick was, and to not care either. Because unlike Hope, I knew this woman’s soul was as dark as mine.
I needed to get back to the gate though, and I fucking hoped that Stone was back and keeping watch because there was no way I was stopping to check.
I dragged her panties down and she let go of me to unbuckle my jeans, letting them drop to the ground. And then I was lifting this woman up and lowering her back down onto my rock-hard dick and fucking her up against the side of the garage, every hard thrust thudding against the side of the garage and making her call out my name like I was God and she was praying for a fucking miracle. I bit her neck again and pulled her hair as I pumped my hips faster and faster, my dick swelling as I drove inside of her tight hole. Her breasts were practically spilling out of the tight top that she wore and I watched them with dark hunger until I was coming right along with her in a serious of grunts and cries of pain mixed with pleasure.
I thrust into her several more times until I’d spilled everything I had, and then I held her with one hand and leaned against the garage with the other to catch my breath. The woman stroked her hands up and down my back until I felt steady enough to lower her back to the ground, and then she pulled her short leather skirt from around her waist back down to cover her ass.
The thought of me dripping out of her was making me horny again, but I really did need to go and check the gate, so I pushed myself back into my jeans and, for the second time that night, I buckled myself back up still feeling unsatisfied.
I glanced toward the garage door, instant regret washing over me as I thought about Hope and that she would have heard everything that had just happened. Fuck. I hadn’t meant for this to happen. Not even sure how it had fuckin’ happened. But I’d never wanted a woman the way I’d wanted Hope. She’d made me feel things I hadn’t felt before. And turning her down and walking away had clearly fucked with my head.
“I need to go,” I said, turning to walk away. “You shouldn’t fucking be over here.”
The woman laughed. “Neither should she.”
I stopped walking and looked back. “What did you just say?”
The lights from the clubhouse flashed across her face. “Neither should she.” She jerked a thumb toward the garage. “Club sluts should be inside, ready to get on their knees when asked.”
I frowned at her. “Watch your mouth.”
She laughed. “Oh don’t tell me you have a thing for her! Now that really is priceless! You know she’s a little virgin prude, right? Or did you just pop that bitch’s cherry?”
I glared at her but she only smirked.
“Oh my god, you did! Let me go tell the boys—they’ll still be happy for your sloppy seconds.”
She started to walk away from me and I grabbed her arm, spinning her back to me, her hair flaring out around her shoulders. I scowled down into her beautiful face, which now was marred by the ugliness inside her. “Stay the fuck away from her.”
“Or what?”
“Do you have a death wish, bitch?” I pulled my gun out and held it against her temple. “Because I sure fucking do, so don’t think I won’t do this.”
Her smile widened. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me, Dillon.” She pulled her arm free and took a step back from me.
“Secret?” I asked in annoyance. Though annoyance at that crazy bitch or at my own stupidity I wasn’t sure anymore. All I knew was that I had been an asshole that night and made a huge mistake.
But that’s the problem with mistakes.
Most of the time you didn’t know you were making them until it’s too late.
“The big, bad biker has a crush on the little virgin girl! It’s sweet.” She laughed and placed a finger to her lips. “I won’t tell anyone.”
“Go back to the party,” I bit out, and turned and left, heading back to the gate.
She shouted something to my retreating back but I ignored her, wishing I’d never sunk my cock inside of her. Bitch was messed up in the head. I grabbed the flask from the back of my jeans and took another long drink, wishing I could get blind drunk and forget what I’d just done. In fact, I would have liked to forget the whole of that night if I could. Because nothing good came out of that night.
The air was thick and stifling, but it was her words that were suffocating me, not the air. Did I have feelings for the woman in the garage? Was it even possible to have feelings for someone you’d never even seen properly before? Or was I just tired and horny and looking for forgiveness from the wrong people?
