Crash (Brazen Bulls MC #1)(100)

When his fingers pushed under the elastic band of her underwear, she whimpered and put her hand on his. They were within sight of the house—through a narrow band of trees, and about a hundred yards away or so, but still. Her parents were in that house. Her father. “Rad, what are you doing?”

“I told you once I’d take you somewhere private and f*ck you outside.” His fingers found their goal and slid inside her. When she arched back, he caught her with his other arm and held her close.

“On your bike,” she gasped. “You said you’d f*ck me on the saddle.”

“Drove my truck out here, though. Don’t see your old man lending me his Softail so I can bang his little girl on the seat, do you?”

Willa laughed. “Yeah, no.”

Rad took his hands away, released her, and stood up.

Surprised and disappointed, Willa scowled at him—but her expression wouldn’t hold when she saw him put his fingers into his mouth.

“You stopped,” she pouted.

“I ain’t done. Get up, baby.” She stood up. His eyes gleamed down at her. “Take that little dress off.”

Reflex had her crossing her arms over her chest. “Rad…”

He caught the hem in his hands and lifted. “Off. Everything but your boots.”

She looked over her shoulder at her parents’ house—it was pretty far away, and the trees would obscure them from view better than they obscured the whole house from here.

“Willa.”

She let him take her dress off, and her bra. He laid them both on the rock, then slid his hands over her hips, taking her panties down. He knelt before her, and she set her hands on his shoulders and stepped out of her underwear.

She was naked but for the boots. Out by the pond. All they needed was Hugh Hefner, and they’d have themselves an erotic photo op. Girls of West Texas.

Staying on his knees, Rad hooked his hands around her thighs and pulled them apart. Then, clutching the globes of her ass in a punishing grip, he put his mouth to her.

“Oh f*ck, oh f*ck,” she breathed as his tongue swiped a long path through her folds and over her clit.

Overwhelmed almost at once by every conceivable sensation—the warm air, the sweet scent of the trees, the sound of the ducks, the knowledge that she was within sight of the house, within the range of risk of discovery, the feel of his beard and his tongue and his lips, and his teeth, the tactile sound of his own enjoyment—Willa’s knees gave, and only his grip of her ass and her hands digging into his shoulders kept her from tumbling to the ground.

She held on, her eyes squeezed shut tight as the blood in her veins fizzed. Each place that he touched her made a spark, and they all converged into a blaze until she found herself trying somehow to climb onto him, to get closer, to find the answer to her need.

When she cried out that she was coming, oh yes, oh yes, he tore away with a noise like a bear and stood up. Before she could wail a complaint, he kissed her hard, dragging his soaked beard over her skin, making her taste herself completely, and then he grabbed her neck and was behind her, shoving her forward and down until instinct threw her hands up and she was bent over on the rock.

He was behind her, and then she shrieked as she was impaled. She felt his jeans against her ass, the metal teeth of his open zipper nipping at her skin with each powerful thrust of Rad’s hips. She heard his guttural shouts every time he went deep, felt the brutal bliss of his cock driving in, and in, and in, and holy shit, this was intense. They were always intense, but this was something else.

Even in the bright red haze of Rad’s wild taking, even as she lost control of her voice and yelled with every thrust, making a chorus with his own outbursts, Willa needed more. Her clit missed his attention. So she moved her own hand, but he saw her and reared back, bringing her upright, slamming her to his chest, and then his hands were on her, between her legs, and grabbing a nipple, his body still thrusting and thrusting so deep into hers.

She came riotously, totally forgetting where they were, scaring the ducks into flight, and Rad came right after her, lifting her from the ground and shouting to the sky.



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When they went back for lunch, her father was sitting under the oak tree with the Sunday paper. He watched them approach. The squint of his blue eyes gave him a wise, evaluative aspect. The reading glasses perched on his nose added to the affect.

“Well, I guess you’re both about ready for a big lunch now, ain’t ya?”

He stared at Rad as he spoke.

Willa could almost hear Rad’s cocky, serpentine smirk. “Yes, sir. We sure are.”

The men held eye contact for a few more seconds, long enough for Willa to worry. Then her dad twitched a smile. “Be sure you wash up first.”

He went back to his paper.

As Rad and Willa headed to the house, he leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I think I’m in.”

Willa smiled and hugged his arm. They both were.





EPILOGUE



“Here. Hand him over. I can feed him while I sit here.” Willa held up her arms.

Rad shifted his screaming son to his other shoulder and asked Barry, “That okay?”

The tattooist sat back and nodded. “Yeah, sure. If it’s okay with Willa.” To her, he said, “Just let me know before you move.”