Crash by Jeanne St. James

Chapter Fourteen

Breakingthe suction his lips had on her clit, he teased the swollen nub with the tip of his tongue, then went back to sucking it, this time so hard her hips shot off the bed. He collected some of her sweet tang by sliding his tongue down the center of her slick folds.

In the last two weeks, they’d gone through a whole tube of lube because she loved anal so much. Crash didn’t find that a hardship since he loved it, too.

But he wasn’t fucking her ass this morning. At least not with his dick. Instead, he was fucking her tight hole with two fingers as he ate his “Sunny-side up” breakfast before they ate a real one.

It was rare a woman could keep his interest after a couple of weeks. With Liz, he couldn’t get enough of her. The first two weeks were just the beginning of what he hoped ended up being a very, very long time.

But things were still new and he wasn’t pushing her. Just like she wasn’t pushing him.

The first step was her coming with him after that Monday morning on her front porch. Soon they’d need to take the second step, finding somewhere else to stay besides his room upstairs at church.

Not only was it too small for two people, it was fucking disgusting, even after she’d cleaned it up well. There was only so much she could do with a space smaller than a motel room.

A motel room would actually be a huge improvement.

The first night she was in Shadow Valley, after they’d had sex, she’d rolled out of bed, used his crummy shitter to clean up and then began to gather her clothes.

“What’re you doin’?”

“I need to find a motel or something.”

He frowned, not understanding. Especially when she used “I” instead of “we.” “Why?”

She paused and glanced over at him still sprawled in the queen-sized bed that took up most of the space in his room. Other than the bed, he had a small table and a dresser for his socks and shit, for when his clothes even made it back in the drawers. But there really wasn’t much storage, which was why it was such a damn mess. He kept a lot of his shit at the body shop.

“Because I can’t be caught here in the morning.”

Say what?“Why the fuck not?”

Her frown now matched his. “Because women aren’t allowed to stay all night.”

“Says who?” he just about shouted, wondering what the fuck she was talking about.

“Says—”

Then it hit him and his eyebrows lifted. She had mentioned that rule Trip had for the Fury during the wedding weekend. “You ain’t in Manning Grove anymore, Sunny. Welcome to Shadow Valley. Shit ain’t the same here. I told you we don’t got that stupid ass rule here. No one’s gonna say shit if you wake up in my bed every fuckin’ mornin’.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, this place ain’t good enough for you, though. You deserve a lot better than this shithole.”

He could see she was trying her best not to wrinkle her nose as she scoped out his room once more.

“It’s not… bad.”

He snorted. “Jesus, you’re a bad fuckin’ liar.”

She shrugged and grinned. “I’ve seen worse.”

“Whether you have or haven’t, don’t mean shit. Still ain’t good enough for you. Just temporary ’til we figure shit out.”

“Just temporary,” she repeated in a murmur. Liz sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, causing the mattress to lean more than it should.

Fuck, even his bed wasn’t good enough for her. “Meant the room, Sunny. Nothin’ else.”

“But it all might be temporary.”

He set his jaw. Christ, he never should’ve called it a trial run. “You regret leavin’ already?”

She raised her brown eyes from a small mountain of dirty clothes on the floor back to him.

When she didn’t answer, he said, “Just need time to adjust and to meet everybody.”

“They all just looked through me over the weekend.”

Because she had been a sweet butt and no one had any idea she might become anything more. That would soon change.

“Once they all meet you one on one, it’ll be different. They’re gonna love you once they get to know you.” If anyone disrespected her, he’d blow a fucking gasket. “The sisterhood’s tight, you’ll be a part of that in no time. Promise.” If she would’ve heard their reactions when he broke out of line to go get her, she’d have no doubt about what he was saying.

Even so, he understood her life was just turned upside down, but it would straighten out. She just needed to give it a chance. Give him a chance. And stop worrying about what she left behind. Or who…

Fuckin’ motherfucker.Maybe this wasn’t about the sisterhood at all.

“Sunny, he don’t give a fuck about you,” he reminded her.

She gave her head a little shake. “That’s not true.”

“Not the way he should. Let me tell you somethin’… if he gave a fuck about you, he woulda jumped on his sled as soon as he found out you were gone and chased us down. He didn’t.” Thank fuck he didn’t because that might have gotten ugly.

“I’m sure he wasn’t happy about it.”

“Yeah, bet he was fuckin’ fumin’. But fuck him, he’s got no choice but to let you go since he passed on plenty of opportunities to keep you.”

Crash had no plans to let her go.

Not now. Not ever.

But that last part he was keeping to himself for now. He wanted to offer her something better than his shithole room first. And he wanted to give her time to adjust.

To a new town, a new club, a new family.

To him.

To a fucking whole new life.

But right now, he needed to stop thinking about that past conversation—and their future journey—and concentrate on the present. What was currently happening in his room two weeks after that discussion. Also focus on what he was doing with his mouth on her pussy and his fingers up her ass.

He scraped the wiry hairs of his growing beard along the heated, tender skin of her bare pussy, then over her sensitive clit, knowing that drove her crazy.

She thrashed against him. “Crash!” She was so damn responsive to him eating her pussy, he had to make sure she didn’t bust out his teeth or give him a fat lip.

His brothers would never believe him about how he got that fat lip and ride his ass just like they did with Dex when it came to him being sexually submissive to his ol’ lady Brooke.

He lifted his head slightly, licking her juices off his lips. “You complainin’, Sunshine?”

“Don’t stop!” She yanked painfully on his hair.

He grinned. “Didn’t think so.”

As soon as he continued, she cried out his name again. She was so fucking close to coming. He could read her body like a book now. He knew exactly what to do to get the reactions he wanted. And give her the satisfaction she craved.

If he didn’t move this along, his dick was so fucking hard it felt ready to split in two. Continuing to fuck her ass with his fingers, he alternated licking her sweet, addictive pussy with his tongue and teasing her clit.

With a gasp that quickly turned into a low groan, she ground her cunt into his face and every muscle locked solid. He slowed his pace until her orgasm subsided.

Once her pussy stopped pulsating, he moved quickly. “Want you ridin’ my dick.” He sat up, leaning back against the wall since his bed didn’t have a headboard, and held out his hand.

Since he wasn’t wrapped up yet, she straddled his thigh instead of his lap, smearing the result of her orgasm on his skin.

Fuck, that made his dick flex.

He gritted his teeth and took a second to gather his shit, then dropped his head to suck one of her puckered pink nipples into his mouth. The other night she had squeezed those fucking melons together and he’d fucked them, in the end giving her a facial.

It was so goddamn hot that she was into anything and everything. She wasn’t doing it only because he wanted it, she was doing it because she wanted it. She loved it all. She was the one who actually encouraged him to come on her face.

Who the fuck was he to say no?

But he wasn’t coming on her face this morning, he was finishing inside her.

He continued to suck her tits, switching back and forth between the two nipples. The one that didn’t have his mouth glued to it, he used his fingers to roll, twist and tug it. All causing her to moan, arch her back and grind her pussy against his thigh.

He couldn’t take much more. One thing about Liz was she pushed him to his limit a lot quicker than any other women ever had. “You keep humpin’ my leg like that, gonna blow my fuckin’ load all over myself before I can blow it in you.”

“We can’t have that now, can we?” she teased before taking his mouth in a short, intense kiss. Unlike some women, she didn’t care that she could taste herself on his tongue.

Did he already say she was perfect? Because she was goddamn perfect.

When she freed his mouth after a gentle nip to his bottom lip, he said, “Well, we can, but it’ll fuckin’ suck.” He yanked open the drawer on the little table next to the bed. It used to be a whole drawer full of wraps. Every brand, every type.

The first night she saw it, her eyes went as big as saucers. “Damn. You’re a busy boy.”

“If I was a busy boy, this drawer would be empty.”

She had done that sexy-as-fuck husky laugh of hers. “True. Unless you buy them by the dump truck load.”

“Can’t be too safe.”

This morning that drawer was a lot more empty. For good reason.

That reason was grabbing one of the remaining wraps, ripping it open and rolling it down his twitching length. Since she was on birth control, he planned on asking her if she’d be willing for the two of them to get tested soon so they could go without one.

He couldn’t wait to bareback it with her. In both her pussy and her ass.

“Just gonna sit here and let you do the work this time.”

“That’s right, just like you tell me to do when I’m on your sled,” she dropped her voice down and made it gruff enough to mimic him, “Just relax and enjoy the ride.”

He shot her a toothy grin. “Fuck yeah. Ain’t gonna argue that.”

She adjusted her position until she hovered over his lap, reached down and grabbed his dick. After giving it a slight squeeze that pulled a groan from him, she slid the head back and forth between her plump, slick folds before tucking it where it needed to be.

Then, without even a hesitation, she slid down his dick as smoothly as one of the Heaven’s Angels sliding down a stripper pole. When she hit bottom, she paused, their gazes locked and they both grinned.

She was a goddamn ray of sunshine.

Blinding, warm and as necessary to live as oxygen.

He blinked at his thoughts.

Fuck.

Those thoughts quickly scattered when she got to business doing the moves she did so well. While those were great, even better was the fact this woman’s cunt could crack a fucking walnut.

It could wring him dry in a couple pumps if he wasn’t careful.

Trying to distract himself enough to keep his shit together so he lasted more than fifteen fucking seconds, he latched onto her nipple and sucked it so deep, his molars scraped the tip, causing her to arch her back again and for her to cry out.

When she threw her head back and her golden hair spilled down her back, he couldn’t resist grabbing a fistful and tugging it so that her neck stretched even further. He ran his lips up her throat, then traced her racing pulse with his tongue on his way back down to her tits.

Because, fuck, he couldn’t get enough of them. They weren’t the biggest he’d ever seen, but certainly weren’t the fucking smallest, either. Like her, for him they were perfect. For his mouth, his hands, and even for him to fuck.

“Tip your ass up, baby.” Ass play always made her come faster and her orgasms more intense.

And, for fuck’s sake, she needed to come lickity-split this morning before something else split.

She adjusted herself on his lap, tilting her hips and grinding her clit against him.

He circled her anus, this time with only his middle finger, until he felt it loosen again, a clear invitation to proceed.

He slipped it in to the first knuckle, then the second, working it back and forth, causing her to groan and grind herself against him even harder. He paused a second while knuckle-deep to grit his teeth and tell his dick to take a chill pill. Once again he was teetering on the edge of shooting his wad too soon.

A pounding on the wall hard enough to shake it came and Rig’s growled, “What the fuck! Again? Can’t a brother fuckin’ sleep in even one fuckin’ mornin’?” solved Crash’s problem for him and had him snorting.

Liz giggled and dropped her forehead to his shoulder. “Oops.”

“Look, I got no sympathy for that motherfucker. Back at the motel in Manning Grove, he fucked some young chick in the next bed while I was tryin’ to sleep, so paybacks are a fuckin’ bitch.”

“Yes, well… We do tend to get noisy.”

He lifted one eyebrow. “Speak for yourself.”

“But it’s your fault.”

He grinned. “Willin’ to take credit for it. Must be doin’ somethin’ right.”

She cupped his cheek. “I can honestly say you’re doing something right, even though I’m doing most of the work right now.”

He wiggled his middle finger, the one planted deep inside her ass. “Not all the fuckin’ work.”

“Well, there’s that,” she murmured and began to move again. Her eyelids got heavy and her luscious lips parted. The pebbled tips of her tits brushed against his chest every time she moved.

He leaned his head back against the wall and simply watched her. The way her tits moved, the reactions on her face, the way her delicate throat vibrated with each whimper.

Those little noises filling his ears quickly drove him back to the brink. He struggled to keep his brain in his noggin because he was seriously about to lose his fucking mind.

When her anus tightened around his finger and her pussy clenched around his dick, he knew she was just about there.

Thank fuck.

But he wanted to watch her come before he did.

A shudder ran through her as she climaxed, and he finally let the intense pulses of her pussy push him past the point of no return.

The pressure built like a shaken pop bottle and the cum shot from him the same as when someone removed the cap.

He might have actually seen stars. Maybe even blacked out for a second.

He could only imagine how much better sex with Liz would feel without a wrap, to be able to feel her gush around him, soaking him.

He leaned forward, shoved his face into her neck and groaned through the final pulses of his dick. After a last lick of her salty but satin-smooth skin, he collapsed back against the wall with a sigh.

Liz remained mounted on his dick with her eyes closed and her lips curled into a lazy smile. “I fucking love you.”

He shook his head, trying to clear his sex-muddled brain. “What?” There was no way he heard what he heard.

Her eyes opened and her smile widened. “I love fucking you.”

Shit.

Yeah, that made more sense. Once his heartbeat quieted in his ears, he said, “Bet not as much as I love fuckin’ you.” Because there was no fucking way she was getting the better end of the deal when it came to the two of them knocking boots.

She scraped her nails down his beard and then scratched him under his chin like he fucking loved so much. Just like scratching a dog under the chin. He was surprised his leg didn’t twitch when she did it.

While his nose was pointed toward the ceiling, he sniffed loudly. Besides the smell of sex, he smelled something that made his stomach growl. “You ready for breakfast? Smells like Mama Bear’s got the grills fired up in the kitchen.” Another reason he’d never been in a rush to move out of church. The woman could cook like a boss and also kept a close eye on the rest of the line cooks for The Iron Horse Roadhouse.

She wrinkled her nose. “It also smells like both of us need a shower.”

“Yeah, we’ll shower first. ‘Specially since I got more karma to deliver. Since my bathroom shares a wall with Moose’s, I’m gonna fuck you in the shower when he goes in there to take his massive mornin’ dump. Want you to be really fuckin’ loud and slam your hand against the shower wall a few times, too, while you’re at it.”

She rolled her eyes. “Like the whole Harry Met Sally scene?”

He had no idea what scene she was talking about. “Yeah, sure.”

“I had no idea you were such a romantic.”

“Romance runs through my veins, Sunny, just like sunshine runs through yours.”

She grabbed the full wrap by at the base and held it securely while she shifted enough for his softening dick to slide from her without spilling the contents. “Can we make a deal about something?”

“What?” he asked.

She expertly removed it from him without even spilling a damn drop and knotted the open end. “When you go to take your massive morning dump, you do it in the bathroom downstairs instead of that closet you call a bathroom that’s attached to this closet you call a bedroom?”

Closet was a good description of “his place.” He was kind of embarrassed he didn’t have a better place yet. He needed to get on that right away.

“You sayin’ my shit stinks?”

She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose. “I don’t want to be with anyone who thinks their shit doesn’t stink.”

He pursed his lips and scratched his chin, missing her fingers there doing it for him. Maybe if he whimpered and begged like a dog, she’d do it again. “Same here.”

She ran the back of her fingers down his jawline. “Too bad I won’t be able to see that sexy little cleft in your chin soon.”

“You can stare at other shit instead.”

“Like your eyes?”

“Like my dick.”

She dropped her forehead to his chest and her body shook against him. When she was done laughing, she lifted her head. “Speaking of that dick, since you need time to recover before we try not to kill ourselves while having sex in your micro-shower, I have time to quickly check my emails.”

He snagged the used wrap from her fingers and she moved off him to grab her laptop from the mountain of stuff on the only small table in his room.

“Work too much,” he grumbled as he got off the bed to go dispose of his epic load and wash his hands. And, more importantly, while his dick was soft, he could finally empty his bladder.

“Well, it pays the bills.”

He glanced over his shoulder as he entered the bathroom, not bothering to close the door.

She had taken his place, sitting at the head of his bed and leaning back against the wall, balancing her computer in her naked lap.

Normally, she worked downstairs in church or outside in the courtyard when the weather was nice and the mosquitoes weren’t on the hunt for their next meal. A couple of times she’d come out to the garage to do her work. Other times, she’d worked at a local coffeeshop that had great Wi-Fi.

Everything was working out. And if… Fuck that, when they got their own place, she could carve out a dedicated space for an office.

While he took a piss, he heard her mumbling to herself as she checked her emails. Suddenly, the room got dead silent.

When a loud gasp filled his room, he shook off his dick quickly, washed his hands and headed back in there. “What’s up?”

Her face was pale, her brown eyes wide and her mouth hung open.

“What the fuck’s wrong?” he asked, closing the space between them. When she didn’t answer him and continued to stare at the screen, he shouted, “Liz! Fuckin’ talk to me. I gotta kill somebody?”

She glanced up at him. “What? No!”

“Then what the fuck’s goin’ on?”

She visibly swallowed, turned her eyes back to her screen and began to read out loud. When she was done, she glanced at him again with her brown eyes bugged out.

“Holy shit,” he murmured. He scrubbed a hand back and forth over his mouth. Then he curled his fingers around the back of his neck and twisted that, too. He wasn’t sure if he considered the results as good news for her or not, but he began to worry that they might not be good news for him.

She probably had expected to strike out again on the DNA results. But this time, she didn’t.

And that could change everything.

“Crazy Pete is… was my father. Holy fucking shit!”

That meant Stella, the Fury president’s ol’ lady and now wife, was her half-sister.

That there was no doubt the Blood Fury was in her blood.

That now she would be considered property of the club even without her sweet butt cut or status.

Worse, that also might mean they’d want her to come home to Manning Grove.

And if they did…

Christ. His jaw shifted as he stared at the blonde woman in his bed who’d become a major part of his life in a little over two weeks.

How could he compete with real family?

Right now he only had himself and a shithole room to offer her.

And back in Manning Grove…

No, fuck that.They couldn’t have her back.

Not today, not tomorrow, not fucking ever.

She now belonged to him. Maybe not officially, not yet, but if he had to, he’d make his claim sooner than he wanted to.

Because fuck the Fury and whatever consequences his claim brought.

He and his brotherhood would deal with it just like they dealt with every other problem in the past.

The only way they knew how…

The Dirty Angels way.

And that way was “Down & Dirty ’til Dead…”