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Bullet
L ynette’s awake before me the next morning.
I’m not sure how she gets past me without waking me up, but I don’t stir until her soft steps enter the bedroom.
I sit up, disoriented as fuck for a second, but seeing her immediately calms me. We might not have fallen asleep until late last night, watching movies, talking, and then cuddling in her bed, but that’s no reason for me to sleep in for the first time since I was probably thirteen years old.
I swipe my hand over my face, blinking guiltily. There is more than just watery sunlight coming through the gap in the beige curtains. I’ve never woken up next to someone, and all I can hope is that I didn’t snore or drool in my sleep. That’s not exactly first date material right there.
Lynette’s carrying a tray with coffee and muffins, which she sets down on the nightstand. Her bright, shy smile is new. Sweet and tentative, it’s entirely for me.
She’s not wearing a power suit this morning, and it means the world that she intentionally left her armor off and dressed in a gray hoodie with her law school’s name on it and a pair of black leggings. She’s makeup free, her hair brushed out, but far from tamed. I don’t know what hurts more. My heart or my cock. In a good way.
“Would you like a muffin? I just baked them.”
They smell heavenly, and so does Lynette, the scents of her morning’s labors clinging to her.
“What time did you get up?”
“I’m kind of used to my alarm going off at five. It’s a hard habit to break. I was awake and I wanted to stay in bed, but you needed to sleep, and I didn’t want to wake you up being restless beside you. I got up and did yoga, then made the pumpkin muffins Willa’s been begging me for.”
“She’s still going to the college right from her warehouse?”
“Yeah. I think she’s probably there now. It’s past nine.”
Holy fuck. Nine?
Lynette sits down on the bed beside me, pulling her legs up and crossing her arms over them. “These past few weeks have been hard and exhausting in every way. Physically and mentally.” My hands are on the top of the covers, near my lap, and she takes my right in both of hers. She runs her finger down the back, tracing scars, ink, and veins. “I’ve noticed that you look tired, Bullet. Willa pointed it out to me too. We’re both concerned that you’re not sleeping or eating properly, and that’s important.”
I feel even more disheveled, having this conversation in my boxers, with morning breath and probably sheet creases on my face. “Looking after me now too?”
Lynette’s jaw hardens. “Damn right I am. Don’t tell me you don’t need it. That’s the point of this. We’re looking out for each other now.”
“Oh? You’re going to let me take care of you?”
She doesn’t falter, not even for a second, which swells my chest with warmth, pride, and wonder. “I’m really going to make an effort to try. But that’s what a partnership is. You might be the man, but you don’t have to do all the protecting. I’m fierce too.” She swallows loudly. “I’m going to make an effort to be more open about what I’m feeling and thinking, especially with you and Willa. You’ll both have to be patient with me. It’ll be a slow adjustment.”
I don’t know how to respond. I’m overwhelmed with emotion, the thickness clogging my throat. Lynette squeezes my hand then lets go and spins to get me a muffin.
“Let me take care of the not eating part.” She pretty much shoves it into my face. I swallow as much as I can, but still am only able to bite into half. Crumbs fall all over the white comforter.
Lynette hates mess. I’m prepared for her eyes to get twitchy with annoyance, but she laughs, leans in, and licks cream cheese off my lips before nibbling at the half-devoured muffin.
“Mmm,” she purrs, stirring my cock fully to life, heating my blood to animalistic passion in two seconds flat. “I outdid myself with these.” I’m captivated by watching her eat, which I can do openly now without feeling like an asshole. “Oh, your phone rang over an hour ago. It was on the couch. It kept ringing and ringing and so I answered it. I hope that’s okay.”
“That’s fine.” I definitely still want to keep some club business from her, but as for secrets? I have nothing to hide, and I want it to remain that way.
“It was Tyrant, I told him you were sleeping. He knew you were still here because Wizard didn’t see you leave on the cameras.” A blush like deep wine spills over her cheeks and down her neck. “Did you tell anyone you were going out for a ride last night?”
“Just Smoke, but we didn’t have anything going on at the club. If they couldn’t find me and needed me, they probably knew where to look.”
“Right. This probably falls under the worst kept secret category.”
“Or the longest awaited first date.”
She still has a quarter of the muffin in her hand, so I guide it to my mouth and devour it. I lick her fingers and kiss her palm. She’s so fucking sweet. I’m never going to have my fill of her.
“Tyrant was calling you to ask me if I’d be able to come in this afternoon and meet with the club. He made sure I knew there’s still no obligation to take the job. I still want to.”
Her lashes flutter shut, her breaths shallowing out as I keep kissing her hand and push back her sleeve so I can set my lips against her wrist.
“After the meeting, we can set up a training schedule for you. Not for lawyer stuff, but for self-defense. I’m gonna teach you how to shoot, and how to defend yourself. I’m not gonna get complacent now that the threat of Harold appears to be over. Only an imbecile would turn you loose into the world knowing full well that I won’t be there to watch you every single second. I want you to have your freedom. I don’t want to smother your light. I want to enhance it and make it burn brighter.”
“You’re a romantic.”
I scoff, but she nods hard, trying to convince me.
“You’re sweet. Under that raw, roughness, you’re a biker and a soldier with a heart of gold. You can still love guns and talk about showing me how to keep myself safe and it sounds like the most beautiful poetry in the world. Bullet poetry.”
I slip my hand under her shirt, running my palm over the warm skin of her belly. She’s toned and muscular from all the yoga, but still a thousand times softer than I am.
I roll over her, placing open-mouthed kisses over her hipbones and around her belly button. “I just want to make sure you know this isn’t about control or changing you.”
She wriggles under me, spreading her legs to make a cradle for my hips. “I’ve already changed. My mind. My heart. My life. I didn’t realize how lonely and empty it was. Ambition isn’t growth. It’s just drive, but you can be driving towards nothing.”
I want to say the right thing to reassure her, feed my biker poetry straight to her soul, but she saves me from having to humiliate myself. Right now, all I’ve got is that she’s a thousand times sweeter than those muffins, and that’s bad pickup line worthy.
She tucks her arms around me, sliding down so her face is level with my chest. “Your ink is beautiful.”
Honestly, it could have been better. It has been, since I started going to Crow’s shop here. He has some good artists working for him, and he did my back. I don’t have a single theme like he does, where it’s all traditional, or like Raiden and Tyrant do, with their realism. It’s a jumbled-up mix and there are more than a few coverups in there where the ink is so dark it’s pretty much just a black blob, but Lynette looks at me like I’m gallery worthy.
Her pink tongue peeks out, sweeping along her lower lip before she licks straight down my pecs, humming at the taste. “Mmm. Salt and man.”
“Sounds like a disgusting combination.”
She pinches my nipple in retribution, then rolls her tongue over the sting. “I disagree.”
She explores my chest with her lips like I explored her yesterday, kissing every small scar, every ridged muscle, savoring me until I’m shuddering, my cock steel hard and soaking my boxers.
When I can’t take the torture and need to do something to be inside her, I tangle my hand in her hair, jerking her head up playfully, so that it only stings a little. She gasps, the black eating her whiskey eyes. She surges forward and our mouths clash. Her purrs and whimpers are sweet as I eat them straight from her mouth, gliding my tongue over hers.
She’s dark sugar and sweet spice, and at the back of my tongue, the salt she just licked off my skin. I groan like an animal, the sound dampened by her lips.
Her chest heaves, breasts mashing against my chest, her nipples hard through her sweater. I don’t know if she has anything on underneath, but there’s definitely no bra.
I glide my hand over the orb and bring it to her neck to rest it there in a light collar. She moans, kissing me harder as I press my fingers to her thrashing pulse. She likes the illusion of giving up control, even just for a few seconds, putting her trust in my hands. It’s the highest honor anyone has ever given me, and I will only ever give her pleasure in return.
“I want to worship you, Lynette George,” I breathe, tearing my mouth from hers and kissing along her jawline so I can suck her earlobe into my mouth.
“I thought we were on a first name basis, Hamish Bullet Aberdeen.”
The sound of my name has never been so lovely. I hated it growing up, caught so much shit for it, the brunt of every asshole joke until I silenced my tormentors with my fists. It’s never been a cause for peace or desire until now.
I plant one hand on her lower back and guide us around. She locks her legs around my waist, bumping her pelvis against my cock lightly, and then working her hand between us to cup me blatantly through my boxers.
“I did have a mind to take my time with you.”
“Please don’t.” She squeezes my length, trying to pull me through the hole in my tight black boxers.
I wrench myself downward, out of her grasp, hissing as her hand pulls away from my shaft. I kneel on the bed and pretty much tear her leggings off. She has no panties on beneath. She’s smooth and bare, gorgeous and glistening pink when I part her and give her my mouth.
Her legs fall open as her back arches. That muffin was a sweet treat, a precursor to her even sweeter pussy. I glide my tongue along her slit before latching my mouth to her core and thrusting it straight inside her.
“Bullet!” she yelps loudly, wriggling her hips to try and make me fill her again.
She’s so much more relaxed here than she was in the field. I should have used common sense, but it seemed sexy in my head. Risqué. That added threat of being caught, and the freedom of loving her under a black sky without beginning or end, was something I thought she’d enjoy. It’s not that she didn’t. Until that fox scream, she was into it.
She’s just easier now, but maybe that’s also because we just spent the night curled up on the couch together, and then sleeping side by side. There was no sex, but the intimacy and tenderness were special. It’s also made me starved for her the way I was before I took her out to that field last night.
I run my tongue over her folds, caressing her silky skin. She whimpers, clawing at my hair. I give her just a little of what I know she needs, flattening my palm and cupping her pussy, pressing the heel of my hand into her clit.
She gasps, cursing something soft under her breath.
“You want my fingers, don’t you, Lynette?”
“I want your cock,” she sasses back. “I want you inside me now.”
The only way to control my ravening hunger and keep my dick in my boxers for a few more seconds is to feast on her pussy. I give her my tongue, thrusting it inside her over and over before I bring two fingers to her entrance. I push inside slowly. Her walls clench around those digits, spasming hard. I latch my mouth to her clit while I fuck her in slow strokes, circling her with my tongue, winding her up before I let her crash down.
“Bullet. It’s so good.”
I want to keep going, but that feeling is back. I’m going to die if I’m not buried to the hilt inside her.
I let her chase her high for just a few more seconds before I pull away. I wrench my boxers off and wrap my huge hands around her hips. Her skin is so creamy and pure, so much paler than my tanned hands. I love seeing them on her body as I turn her over, helping her onto her hands and knees.
“I want to be deep inside you.“ My dick is so hard it’s standing vertical. I grasp it and run my hand down my shaft, slicking my fingers over the swollen head. The sensation of my own touch shudders through me.
She looks over her shoulder, eyes blown out, breathing raggedly. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking beautiful,” she whispers, awed as she rakes her eyes down me fully. This is the first time I’ve been totally naked in front of her.
I might work out, and I’m proud that my body is healthy and a well-oiled machine that is strong and capable, but when she looks at me, she sees more.
“You’re gonna make me blush.”
She laughs. “Good. It’ll make up for all the times you’ve made my face feel like it’s an inferno.”
She balances herself on her arms, canting her hips back. This is the pose of my fucking dreams, her elegant body open and on display for me, her sweater falling towards her neck with gravity, revealing the swells of her breasts and the shadow of her nipples. I never in a fucking lifetime would have thought she’d be bold enough to reach between her legs and spread herself open for me, but that’s exactly what she does.
I can’t wait any longer. I notch my head to her entrance and flex my hips to push inside, giving her just the tip so that I can get my head calibrated for a second. She whimpers, pushing back, fucking herself down my length. I roll my hips on instinct, surging forward. Her head drops between her arms and her hips come up just a few inches higher, letting me sink all the way inside her.
I watch myself drag my cock out of her while I palm her ass, kneading my fingers into her tight muscle and smooth skin. “You have a beautiful ass. So pretty and pert and fuckable.”
“Yes.” Hearing that word shocks the hell out of me. “I want you to fuck me there one day soon. And my mouth. I don’t want any of my body to be a stranger to you. I trust you with all of me.”
She doesn’t have to mean that for it to be incredibly hot, but I think she does and that unlatches the tenuous hold I have over my control. It slips away and I thrust into her with wild desperation.
I have to stop watching my cock parting her, sliding out slick with her arousal before plunging back in all the way, or I’m not going to be able to make this last to any reasonable degree of satisfaction for her. Closing my eyes doesn’t stop the feel of her tight pussy clenching around my dick every time I drive into her.
She slips her hand between her legs and runs her fingers over her clit, rubbing tight circles over it before she slips her hand down a little bit further to feel how tightly stretched she is to take me as I drive into her.
“You take my fat cock so well. I’m gonna love feeling you come all over it.”
“Come inside me,” she commands. “Please. I want to feel your pleasure too.”
She repositions her arms in front of her to keep from getting rocked through the headboard as I drive brutally against her. I impale her on my dick over and over. I fist a handful of her ass cheek, leaving red marks on her skin, but she drives back just as hard, a keening whimper escaping from her lips to mingle with my rough breaths and the sound of our bodies slapping together.
There’s no warning before she comes. It just happens.
She explodes around me, the shrapnel of that sweet climax cutting me to shreds. It’s her trust too, giving me her body, opening herself up to this, lowering her guard and her walls, surrendering her independence to allow me to stand at her side. She’s a survivor and a fighter, like I am, and knowing that I’m no longer alone is just as powerful as her pussy trembling all over my dick, her body shaking at the force of her orgasm, her soft little cries of pleasure as her climax rocks her.
I rut into her, pounding and punishing, but all it takes is a few more thrusts and I’m there, my own climax exploding through all of my muscles like a shock of electricity generated straight from the center of my chest. I spill myself inside her, coming ferociously, filling her so full that when I pull back to keep from blacking out, tendrils of it leak out of her, ribboning down her thighs.
Because I actually am a neanderthal despite my best intentions, I pull out fully and swipe up the slick trails, tucking it back inside her.
“That’s filthy,” she murmurs, but it’s certainly not a protest.
I lock my hands around her waist, canting her hips back up, diving down with my mouth. I trace her seam with my tongue before I drive into her entrance, the salt of my own come exploding in my mouth. I have no idea where the old me went, because this should be disgusting, but that’s the last thing it is. Not when my come is mixed with hers.
She rocks her hips back and forth, thrusting into my face. “Want to come again,” she pants. “You’re so dirty and I love it. I love it, Bullet.”
I tear my mouth from her and spread her open with my slick fingers. I’m clearly possessed, because there’s no part of her I don’t want to taste. I thrust three fingers into her pussy, messy with our juices, and fuck her loudly as I run my tongue over the rim of her asshole. She’s sweet even there, fragrant, like bodywash.
I eat her ass like it’s my new favorite meal, and considering that my animal brain has just jumped into the driver seat of my body, it might be.
I lick her into another climax, fucking her asshole with my tongue while I punish her with my fingers. She takes all of it, meeting every thrust until she cries out and shatters around me. She comes so hard that she grasps a pillow and buries her face into it, but her muffled screams still echo through the bedroom.
I keep working her until she’s a panting, spent mess, but even then, I don’t allow her to collapse against the bed. I turn her over gently, pulling her into my arms, and trace my fingers over her lips. She opens her mouth immediately, sucking two of my fingers inside and moaning at the taste of us.
She opens her eyes after, almost shy, and so gorgeous with her cheeks flushed, eyes heavy, and her hair a mess. “I’m so happy that you’re not just a freak in the cornfield.”
I’m halfway to kissing her and can’t stop myself, but I can’t stop a surprised chuckle either. The air skates over her lips. She smiles against me before she pulls me into her fiercely, kissing me with as much passion as she did before she was exhausted from pleasure.
“We still have hours before we have to be at the clubhouse,” she says, kissing my cheek and skating her lips to my earlobe. I’ve played with hers, but I’ve never had anyone touch mine.
It’s astounding where the body’s erogenous zones are. Her hot breath has my dick hardening again, but it’s her words that turn me to steel.
“I think you’ve broken and awakened something inside me, because I still need you. Right now. I really want to give you head.”
“That would inevitably end up with me buried balls deep inside you again and I don’t want to break your pussy. I was planning on taking us on my bike to the club. You’ll be too sore to get on it.”
She’s already sliding down, shoving me to the bed, looking up at me with the sexiest playful expression. “I won’t be too sore. You, on the other hand… I make no promises.”