Page 6 of Gator (Bourbon Kings MC #1)

Rosewood, Virginia, Halloween night...

Since I’d met the woman, she was all I’d been able to think about.

She was perfect.

My equal. And she was also a pain in my ass.

From the second she snapped at me at the Sons of Hell clubhouse and called me on my shit, I fucking knew she was the woman for me.

My club was only visiting ’cause someone put a hurt on my cuz that needed to be taken out behind the barn.

Now, I was all for readin’ the little feller from the good book, but my cuz took care of that herself.

So while my cuz got better, my boys and I hung around for a bit to make sure there were no adverse recriminations towards my blood kin, and that’s when I saw her.

My fire-breathing dragon.

Gaw’d Almighty, she sure was somethin’ else.

“Aw.” She smiled menacingly as she tortured her prey. “Do you need some attention?”

Poor Enigma looked like he was about to piss his pants. “Be gone, Satan. You have no power here.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Dev,” the town doc, and a purdy one at that, groaned when she walked down the stairs with Dr. George Steiner, her old man’s big brother. “Leave my brother alone.”

“I was just saying hi!” my little ball of fire quipped.

Licking my lips, I leaned against the bar, rubbing my chin, and grinned, muttering, “Damn,” as I watched with rapt attention, taking in my fill as I eyed her up and down like she was a tall glass of Luzianne Sweet Tea and I was dying of thirst. What I wouldn’t give to roll around in the swamp with her.

I could make a meal out of that woman and still be hungry in the morning.

Leaning close to Juju, I whispered, “What I wouldn’t give to swim in her pond. ”

My brothers chuckled.

Now, I was just payin’ that fine piece of ass a compliment when she slowly turned toward me and sneered, “You know I can hear you, right?”

“I know, Chèr. Now, why don’t you come over here and speak your sweet words to me?”

“Uh, Gator, you don’t want her. Dev isn’t nice.” Enigma shook his head, backing away.

“Shut it, bee-boy,” the feisty woman clipped, standing her ground. “I can handle this dirty pond-water Cajun myself.”

The poor guy groaned. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Come to Papa, Chèr, and I’ll let you play with a real Gator.”

And that, folks, was the start of our so-called relationship.

Well, I was in a relationship.

My pain-in-the-ass woman, well... she was in denial.

Woman kept me at arm’s length, flat out refusing to have anything to do with me. But that didn’t stop her from sending me dirty texts, leaving me teasing voicemails, or occasionally FaceTiming me naked just to mess with my head.

The woman was a tease and, well tonight... I was claiming my prize!

I had been antsy the entire week. My balls were blue, and my brain was so befuddled I didn’t know if I was coming or going.

All I knew was, I had to have her before my dick fell off.

I knew the Sons of Hell were having their annual Halloween party, and when I called my cuz to confirm, Shug laughed and told me to wear a costume, that my little fire-breathing dragon would be there.

Consider me sold!

I hopped on a plane for one long-awaited booty call!

Of course, when I arrived, my cousin quickly told me that my woman was running late and that I might want to swing by her place before heading up the mountain. After texting me her address, I hopped in an Uber and counted the minutes until I saw her lovely face again.

Knocking on her door, I dared not move when she flung it open quickly. I bit my lip as I felt the blood rush straight to my groin. Somehow, the sight of white lace framing her juicy ass never failed to enter my train of thought.

Not that I was thinking clearly, anyway.

The second I saw her, my brain took a vacation as my dick rose to the occasion.

“What the hell?” she barely got out before I grabbed her and wasted no time pushing her against the nearest wall as I undid my pants. My long and already firm cock sprung forward against the crevice of her ass as my hands gripped and squeezed her firm tits.

“Ah, mon chèr, the time for teasing is over.”

“Wade?” she gasped as I snaked my hand down her front and cupped her pussy.

“Oui, Chèr,” I whispered and licked her neck. “I’ve come to claim what’s mine.”

“Oh God,” she moaned, rubbing her ass against my dick. “No claiming and only this once.”

“Sure, Bébé. Whatever you want,” I growled, nipping her ear.

Not giving her a chance to change her mind, my hand moved swiftly, ripping the offending lace from her body before I guided my stiff cock into her.

I gasped and closed my eyes. I was expecting her to be wet, but not this wet.

Her walls fluttered around me, and I roughly grabbed her hips.

My nails raked along her lower back as I pushed the hem of her dress way up.

I felt the garters and stockings on her legs brush against me, and I bucked forcefully.

I’d been put on a leash for far too long.

My body was shaking as it instinctively and greedily entered her, and I groaned softly as my hard length moved in and out of the hot, wet heaven of my woman’s pussy.

“Oh yes, Wade. Just like that,” she murmured, one hand blindly groping for the wall or anything else to steady herself with.

She sighed, and I paused for a moment and remembered my manners as I wrapped my arms around her torso.

Couldn’t have her falling down on me now, could I?

I pulled her torso up to fully lean against me and held her close as I walked her carefully to the couch. My pants were still around my ankles, and her heels were wobbling as they made the perilous journey to her couch.

Ripping off the top of her costume, I grabbed hold of her tits.

As I pinched and pulled at them, I pressed her against the back of the couch to keep myself buried to the hilt inside of her.

Quickly yanking off my shirt, I pushed her black silky skirt over her hips and looked down as my pierced dick slid in and out of her tight hole.

I nudged her legs open with my knees and grabbed her hips with my hands, refusing to let go lest she run away again.

I fidgeted as I moved and felt my shaft wiggle deep inside her velvety cunt.

My woman purred as she felt my hard shaft press against her front wall and bucked against me, moving her hips up and down, fucking herself on my cock.

“Holy shit,” she panted, wiggling her hips in a small circle. “Your dick is pierced!”

“Not just pierced, Bébé,” I growled and leaned into her, willing myself to ignore the burning need in my groin. “I’ve got adornments for all your pleasures.”

I suddenly moved backward to break her leverage against the couch, roughly grabbing and taking her hips with me.

Admiring the view for a few seconds, I stroked my hands along her lower back, massaging her soft skin and curved my hand down to cup her hips, right before I swung my hand back and smacked her ass, hard.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

With my other hand firmly on her back, I refused to let her move as I shoved my dick deep a few more times before landing another smack. Leaning close, I whispered, “Never tease a gator with his favorite meal, Chèr. You’ll lose every time.”

Refusing to let her up, I continued fucking her hard between smacks as she finally gave into me.

My head was swimming as she clenched around me, her juices coating the both of us as I felt my cock twitch inside her, and I bucked my hips hard, pounding into her and groaning at the feeling of hot wetness I’d been denied for weeks.

My woman whimpered as my fingers found her slippery, needy clit and pleasured her swollen nub.

Gasping, she tried to pull away from me, but I refused to be denied as I fucked her harder.

“Wait, Wade!” Her voice sounded desperate.

“Not a chance in hell, Sha!” I roared as I pounded into her hard, before suddenly pulling her close and wrapping my arms around her waist. I nipped at her neck and nuzzled my way up to her ear before engulfing it in my mouth.

“Wade, you can’t...” she moaned, her body melting against mine.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” I smirked. “I can and will.”

Picking up my pace, I plunged my dick deep into her moist cunt and let loose a cry that would disturb the wild as I unleashed a torrent of cum deep into her pussy.

I wish I could say that’s where our story began, but it wasn’t, because the second my dick slipped from her cunt, she turned around and slapped me across the face, screaming, “You bloody fucking Cajun! I’m not on the pill!”

And just like that, my dick deflated.

I stayed long enough to watch her take the morning-after pill and after I presented her with a box of condoms, she just glared at me and threw me out.

In the days that followed, I tried calling Devlyn, texting, even sent her a Sing-a-Gram, but when the stubborn woman sent a New Orleans police officer to my bar, informing me I was to stay the hell away from her, I finally got the hint and moved on.

Too bad my dick never got the memo, because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get that feisty, stubborn woman out of my head.

“You okay, boss?”

Looking over my shoulder, I nodded at Juju. “Yeah, man. I’m good.”

“She’s gonna be a hard one to tie down.”

Sighing, I turned back to the window. “I know.”