Bronze (Blackwings MC - Devil Springs Book 5) Page 3

  Following me into my hotel suite, he whistled when I turned the lights on, causing me to blush. “Sweet Sloane doesn’t skimp on the travel expenses.”

  For the most part, I tried to behave modestly and not let my affluent upbringing affect my lifestyle. In other words, I tried not to act like a rich bitch, even though technically, I was one. But, he was right; I didn’t skimp on the travel expenses. After walking into a room crawling with roaches at a low budget hotel, I never made that mistake again.

  Dropping my purse on the sofa, I kicked my shoes off. “Do you want something to drink?”

  “No, but I do want something to eat.”

  4

  I prowled toward her on a mission. “Is there anything else before I devour you?”

  She quivered. Fucking quivered. And it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

  Or so I thought.

  “Yes,” she breathed, dropping to her knees in front of me and reaching for my zipper. She briefly fumbled with my belt and the button on my jeans, but once she got her hands on my cock, her movements were sure and steady.

  With a devious grin, she looked up at me and licked her lips. “I want to devour you first.”

  With that, she wrapped her plump lips around the head of my cock and slowly took me into her mouth until the tip hit the back of her throat.

  I groaned loudly and fisted one hand in her hair. “Suck.”

  She popped off my cock long enough to say, “Make me,” before she engulfed me once again.

  “Don’t fuck with me, Sweet Sloane. You wanna play? I’ll fucking play.”

  She pulled back again, and I hoped she said what I wanted to hear. “I want to play,” she winked. “Now, make me suck your cock.”

  “Gladly,” I told her right before I thrust my hips and shoved my dick down her throat. I kept a close watch on her reactions to make sure I wasn’t hurting her, until I looked past my cock sliding in and out of her mouth. My eyes rolled back in my head when I saw that she’d pulled her shirt up to play with her nipples.

  Her fucking tits were glorious. Perfect round globes that bordered on being too big for her petite frame—which meant they were perfect in my book.

  I wanted to fuck her tits and come all over them. But that meant I had to pull my dick from her skillful mouth. Decisions. Decisions.

  However, it was out of my hands when Sloane did something with her tongue that shot intense pleasure straight to my balls and had me coming down her throat before I could warn her.

  And then my knees buckled when she sucked hard one last time and swallowed every drop of my release. Had I not braced my arms on the kitchenette counter, I would’ve hit the floor.

  I took a few seconds to regain my bearings after blowing my load without the use of my hand for the first time in months. Then, I looked down at the little vixen on her knees in front of me, licking her lips like the cat who got the cream. “My turn,” I rumbled and extended my hand to help her to her feet.

  “Get naked, and get on the bed. Back to the headboard, legs spread wide,” I instructed and punctuated it with a slap to her firm ass.

  She did as I said without hesitation. And I knew why the moment she was in position. Her pussy was glistening with her arousal, and I couldn’t wait to bury my face between her legs. But I wanted to taste her cunt for the first time when it was covered in her come. And that’s exactly what I was going to do.

  Running the tip of my finger down her slick slit, she arched her back and groaned before reaching for me. I quickly pulled back out of her reach. “Keep your hands behind your back,” I clipped.

  She did as I said and looked up at me through her lashes, attempting to appear shy, but I saw the desire filling her eyes. I knew she was as into it as I was.

  “Good.” I situated myself between her splayed thighs and lightly traced one nipple, then the other. Alternating between the two, I enjoyed watching her struggle to stay in position.

  With both hands caressing her breasts, I moved my fingers up to resume toying with her nipples. “I can’t wait to see how good your cunt tastes.”

  “Please,” she groaned.

  I leaned in until my lips were almost touching hers. “But I want it to be covered in your come the first time I run my tongue through your sweet snatch.”

  A beautiful flush washed over her face while her tits heaved with each panting breath she took. “Since I’m getting what I want, I’ll let you tell me how you want me to make you come before I bury my face in your pussy.”

  Before she could answer me, I kissed her, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She returned the kiss with so much passion that things quickly escalated. I was seconds from baring my cock and thrusting into her when she pulled away and answered my question. “With your fingers. Make me come with your fingers,” she blurted, followed by a groan. “Please, Bronze, please.”

  Trailing my lips down her neck, I lavished one breast for a few moments before moving to the other, slipping two fingers inside her at the same time. She moaned loudly and bucked at the intrusion but quickly returned to her position.

  I looked up to see her watching me suck her tit while her mouth hung open. My cock twitched at the sight. And that was my cue to move on to the next round.

  Setting a steady rhythm with my fingers, I used my thumb to massage her clit. Then, I increased the pace until she was screaming my name and pulsing around my fingers.

  Leaving them in place, I slid down and devoured her pussy until she was pulling on my hair and begging me to fuck her—after she’d had another climax.

  I sat back on my heels and studied the beauty before me, thinking of all the different ways I wanted to fuck her as I reached for the condom I’d placed on the bed.

  With my cock sheathed, I hooked my arms under her knees and pulled her down the bed, not stopping until she was impaled on my cock.

  “Oh, shit, Bronze! I’m going to come. Go! Go! Go!” she yelled frantically and reached down to circle her clit.

  As much as I wanted to tease her, I could feel her pussy rippling and knew she was too far gone to stop. Being the gentleman I was, I granted her wish and hammered into her, thankful I’d already had one release. Because there was no way I would have lasted more than a few minutes if I hadn’t. She felt so good massaging my dick with the walls of her cunt, even through the latex barrier.

  When she finally stopped spasming, I pulled out and flipped her to her knees, thrusting my cock into her the moment she was braced on her hands.

  After a few pumps of my hips, I slapped her ass and told her, “I want in deeper. Press those tits to the bed, baby.”

  “Oh fuck. Just like that,” I groaned when she dropped down, and my cock slid even further inside.

  I pulled back and slammed forward, over and over. Soon, she was shoving her hips back to meet my thrusts, causing the slapping of our sweaty skin to echo around the hotel room.

  “Fuck, Sloane. I’m close, but you’re gonna give me one more.”

  She shook her head. “I can’t.”

  The fuck she couldn’t. I pulled out again and flipped her onto her back. Remaining on my knees, I pushed my dick back inside of her and started rubbing her clit with both thumbs.

  “Cup your tits and rub your fingers over your nipples for me,” I told her.

  She circled the taut buds before moving on to pulling and tugging on them. I felt her walls begin to tighten and knew she was close.

  “I don’t know if I want to come in your tight cunt, or if I’d rather yank it off and come all over your tits.” I paused for half a dozen thrusts or so before I made a decision. “I’m gonna come on your tits now, fuck with you in the shower while we rinse off, and then I’m going to fuck you into the mattress when we’re finished. And that’s when I’m going to blow my load deep inside your tight cunt.”

  My dirty words and filthy promises had her exploding into another orgasm. I barely held out for her to ride out the final waves of pleasure before I pulled out and tossed the condom som
ewhere.

  With my fist wrapped around my shaft, it only took a few tugs before thick ropes of come shot from dick and splattered across her beautiful breasts. I braced my hand on the wall and looked down at her flushed face.

  “Ready for that shower?”

  “As long as you’re ready to do everything you promised,” she returned with a shy smile.

  “I’m more than ready.”

  Glancing at the clock, I realized I’d slept much later than I usually did and was about to be late. I didn’t want to leave. Not in the slightest, but I was scheduled to work at the bookstore, and I knew Tatum wouldn’t be there for the first part of the day, meaning I was the guns and muscle if anything went wrong. “Do you have any plans for today?” I asked, rushing to gather my shit and get dressed.

  “Yes, I’m looking forward to an exciting afternoon filled with staying in my hotel room and catching up on work.”

  “Well, if I have to work, it’s only fair that you do too.”

  “How is that fair?” she asked, pretending to be offended.

  “Because I said it was,” I teased.

  She rolled her eyes and wrapped the sheet around her naked body as she got up and walked to the bathroom, emerging a few moments later dressed in the undershirt I was looking for. I damn near went to my knees when my eyes landed on the visible outline of her nipples through the well-worn cotton.

  “Fuck it,” I cursed and dropped everything in my hands to the floor.

  “What?” Sloane gasped.

  “Fuck it. I’m gonna be late because seeing you in my shirt made my dick hard as a rock. And after being inside that sweet pussy all night, my hand isn’t gonna cut it,” I said and pulled her to me.

  When her body collided with mine, she was all over me, trying to climb me like a tree. I lifted her by her bare ass cheeks and quickly moved us to the couch. She worked on my pants while I pulled a condom from my wallet and ripped it open. Once it was in place, she took my cock in her hand, positioned it at her entrance, and slammed herself down.

  “Yes,” she groaned. “Fuck, yes.”

  Gripping her hips firmly, I guided her movements so she was fucking me how I liked it—hard and fast.

  “Fuck, Sloane,” I breathed. I needed her to hurry up and come. For a number of reasons. But the main one was because I wasn’t going to last much longer. She felt too good. “Damn it. Fucking come!” I demanded and smacked her plump ass.

  “Bronze!” she shrieked, though I had no idea if it was from the slap to her ass or from the orgasm she had seconds later. Regardless, I stopped fighting my release the second her cunt clamped down on my cock, and we found our climaxes together.

  “Shit, Sloane,” I panted, sweaty and out of breath.

  “I know, I know. You’re going to be late,” she said and disentangled herself from me.

  “Yeah, but it was fucking worth it.”

  5

  After Bronze left, I climbed into bed and went back to sleep until my cell phone ringing from back to back calls woke me up. After glancing at the name flashing on the screen, I bolted upright in the bed. It was my personal assistant, my partner in crime, my handler, and I was going to be in trouble if she figured out I was sleeping instead of writing. It wouldn’t take much for me to go from being barely behind to holy-shit-I’ll-never-catch-up.

  I cleared my throat, drank a couple of sips of water, and blurted some random words to warm up my voice. That was as good as it was going to get, so I tapped the screen and answered the call. “Hello,” I said, pleased with how awake I sounded.

  “Where in the hell have you been, you crazy demon?” she yelled. “I’ve been worried sick about you! I’m over here trying to figure out how I’m going to finish writing the rest of your book if you’re dead. Because there will be a riot of mass proportions if that book isn’t released; doesn’t matter if it’s because you died. They. Will. Riot. And I can’t write the thrusting, throbbing cocks like you can. They’d know my cocks were imposter cocks. Now, don’t keep me waiting. Where in the hell are you? It looks swanky from what I can see.”

  I cringed throughout her entire tirade until she said the two words that had me erupting in a fit of laughter. “Wait. Did you just say ‘imposter cocks’?”

  “Yes, I did. And you don’t even get to laugh until you’ve apologized and explained and made me like you again.”

  I chuckled, knowing she wasn’t seriously angry, but I understood where she was coming from. “I’m sorry I haven’t checked in. I was working on cleaning out my mom’s office, and I found something that needed my personal attention.”

  “Don’t leave me hanging! What is it?” I hesitated, unsure of what to say, and she caught it. “It’s me. Say what you gotta say.”

  “It’s better if I don’t say what it is just yet,” I confessed. My mother’s written warning had me concerned about sharing my newfound knowledge with anyone. Besides, Frankie knew more than most about my family, so I knew she would understand.

  “Uh-huh. That’s fine. Keep your secrets. Can you at least tell me where you are that requires your personal attention? And why are you holding out on me? Let me see the room, bitch!”

  And just like a best friend, she heard the uncertainty in my voice and changed the subject.

  “Have you heard of Devil Springs?”

  “Maybe. It’s in Tennessee, right?”

  “Yeah, in Ritch County, right at the base of the mountains,” I explained. “Anyway, that’s where I am.”

  “Looks like you found a good place to stay.”

  “Girl, let me show you,” I said excitedly and carried my phone around the suite and into the bathroom to show her the luxurious amenities.

  “Look at that tub! I’m surprised you found a place like that in such a small town.”

  “I thought so too, but it’s actually a lot bigger than I thought. It’s a three-McDonald’s size town.”

  She choked on a laugh. “That’s how you judge the size of towns? By the number of McDonald’s it has?”

  “Think about it for a minute. How many did the town you grew up in have?”

  “One when I was growing up, but there’s two now.”

  “Okay, and what about where you live now?”

  “Five,” she said.

  “Yeah, and Cherryfield has fifteen.”

  She gasped. “I can’t believe you’re right! You can judge a town’s size based on the number of McDonald’s it has.”

  “I’m glad I could share some useless knowledge with you. You’d be surprised what kind of little gems I’ve got stored in my brain just waiting for their day to shine.”

  “Oh, now I have to know. Tell me another useless fact.”

  “A pig's orgasm usually lasts for thirty minutes.”

  Her mouth dropped open in shock. “Do pigs masturbate? Stop laughing and Google that shit. I have to be prepared for this if it happens. What am I going to say if that happens in front of children?” she asked while I laughed my ass off at the thought of her sassy pet pig having a thirty-minute orgasm at an inopportune time.

  “I am not asking the internet if pigs masturbate. That’s a question no one needs to know the answer to,” I managed to say through my amusement.

  “Okay, okay, we have to get our game plan together for the week, so I can do some research and prevent my nieces and nephews from being scarred for life by a porcine porn show.”

  Thankfully, I didn’t have anything on my schedule for the following week that required special attention. I was in the middle of writing the first story in a collection of short stories for an upcoming release. As long as I had my laptop—or at least a notebook and pen—I could do my job from anywhere.

  With our few loose ends tied up, we ended our chat, and I spent the rest of the day working on the first half of a short story about best friends who go through with an arranged married in order to gain access to their trust funds only to find out they must produce an heir—the old-fashioned way.

  When I hea
rd a knock on the door, I saved my progress and called it a day before checking to see if I reached my daily word count, which should have been a red flag since it was something I never did. But I was excited to see if Bronze was at the door. Part of me didn’t want to let myself believe he was coming back while the other part had my fingers figuratively crossed from the moment he left.

  Pausing to take a deep breath and calm myself, I peeked through the peephole, did a celebration dance, and calmly opened the door. “Hey,” I greeted and widened the door in invitation. “You hungry?”

  He entered my room and nodded. “Yeah, I could eat.”

  “Good,” I smiled. “I was thinking about going back to Precious Metals. The cheese fries were delicious.” As far as I was concerned, cheese fries were cheese fries. The only thing special about the ones at Precious Metals were that they were from the place I thought I might find my sibling.

  He snorted. “They’re good, but not good enough to have me hanging out there when I’m not working.”

  “Oh, I didn’t think about it like that. You’ve been there all day. Of course, you don’t want to go back.”

  He shook his head. “I wasn’t at the bar today. My job is being the VP of the club, which means I work wherever I’m needed.”

  “Hmm,” I mused. “I don’t know if I would like that. While it wouldn’t get boring, I think I’d want to know what I was getting into each day.”

  He laughed. “It’s not like that. The club owns a couple of businesses, which means the president and VP sometimes have to fill in to cover a shift. That’s why I was working at the bar last night.”

  “That’s right. You mentioned being short-staffed,” I recalled.

  “Yep. We’ve got a few interviews set up for this week. If we could get one or two halfway competent people in there, things would be fine, at least during the week when it’s not as busy.”