Cowboy Bikers MC #10 by Esther E. Schmidt
CHAPTER FOUR
– FENNA –
“This is insane,” I mutter to myself and keep my gaze pinned on the man who spikes the insanity.
Redding. He’s working on the fence of Houdini’s pasture. It’s late but still light outside and he’s been going at it ever since we got home from the diner. He’s avoiding me and yet he’s not.
I still can’t believe he agreed to us faking the whole boyfriend, girlfriend thing and then let all of his friends know about it and how he’s playing for real. I mean, how is that even possible? It feels like he’s double-crossing me, yet…he’s not.
Ugh. Maybe I’m pissed because this past week I’ve not only felt good about having him around, but I’ve felt good about myself. But this fake relationship we put in place was supposed to be light, easy, no freaking strings because it’s not real and there he goes, adding complications.
Complications I’m seeing because the man is funny, sweet, hardworking, attentive, caring, and a load of other things besides being ridiculously sexy. Because if this is real between us instead of fake it means I’m putting my heart on the line.
And I already know deep down it would devastate me to catch him cheating or if something else happens that causes for us to part ways. The man has managed to become my friend at rapid speed, coming over each night since we met. Add the fact he knew Grams and appears to be a good man…I would be a sucker to pass this up.
He knows it. It’s why he’s not said anything else about it and is working hard while stealing glances my way. The man shoots me a smile every now and then while I’m sitting here brooding over everything.
Then there’s the woman who I saw that night at the bar; the reason I kissed Redding. The way she was standing near our table when I came back from the bathroom today was creepy. My gut is telling me it was her who slammed me headfirst into the wall.
Another thing adding to my insecurities about making this real. With my cheating ex in mind, it’s no fun to see women throwing themselves at the guy you’re with. I mean, at the time we were fake, but she didn’t know that. We were real for the outside world and that says something.
I’m feeling confused, frustrated, stressed, and all of it is so not what I need right now. Oh, for the love of all that’s holy. Why does he have to rip off his shirt, showing me a very naked upper body. Thick biceps, a six pack, a sheen of sweat making his skin glisten. And that large tattoo on the left side of his chest, going over his shoulder and down his upper arm and all the way over his back.
He’s doing this on purpose. It’s working, though. Screw fake if I get to screw him, right? Shit. I jump to my feet and rush inside to grab a beer from the refrigerator. I try to pace myself when I stroll back out. He’s in the middle of swinging a sledgehammer to knock a pole into the ground when I get closer and closer.
Muscles flexing, grunts ripping from him to add force, all of it makes my body and soul sing. I want him. Call it instant lust or an itch I need to scratch; in this moment I just want to jump his bones and not stop humping until my body is drained from the lust he spiked inside my veins.
I faintly notice the hammer landing in the grass when his six pack comes strolling my way. The beer bottle disappears from my hand and I hear rather than see it fall down into the grass. I’m roughly pulled against his body, one of his hands slides into my hair to grip my head and angle it to slant his mouth over mine while the other is on my back to keep me in place as he devours me.
He swallows my moan and I finally get to roam my hands over those thick muscles I’ve been practically drooling over. Our tongues battle and it’s a fight I gladly surrender to. His taste is enticing, his scent and warmth enveloping me, the feelings and craving inside me skyrockets and there isn’t any reason within me rising to object to having this man as mine.
The hell with heartache or pending aftermath if this goes wrong. If something feels this good it’s worth exploring to keep life going instead of staying frozen in place. Our kiss is more frantic than the first one we shared and I can’t stand the way my body is on fire for this man.
“I need you inside me, now,” I rasp when I rip my mouth from his.
Redding releases a string of curses and guides my head into the crook of his neck while he carries me. The sound of the door creaking and his footsteps on the wooden floor lets me know we’re inside the house.
He eventually guides my body down onto the mattress and quickly unbuttons and unzips my jeans while I kick off my boots. Redding reaches for the button of his jeans and I take the opportunity to shed the rest of my clothes to speed things up.
I’m roaming my eyes all over his body while he gets naked and I don’t think I’ve ever been so anxious to have sex. His dick bobs free. Long, hard, thick, wrapped with veins; all the magical items to know up front it’s going to feel really good when he’s inside me.
He wraps his fingers around his thick girth and gives himself a tight squeeze.
Oh, damn. “Condoms,” I tell him. “I sure hope you got them because it all stops right here if you don’t.”
“I’m clean but have a condom in my wallet.”
I sigh in relief. “I had myself tested and am also clean but I’m not taking the pill anymore. So, condoms it is.”
Redding shrugs. “I’ve always wanted kids.”
My eyes are practically glued to his dick but I manage to rip them away to gawk at the man. “We went from a fake relationship to flipping it to a real one in a nanosecond and you’re talking about wanting to put a baby inside me? You’re insane.”
“Nope, just very sure of what I want,” he says with a load of confidence in his voice.
I swallow hard because I can tell he’s dead serious. “Well, even so…I’d like for us to enjoy ourselves first before expanding.”
“Whatever you want, darlin’,” he simply states and snatches the condom from his wallet.
I watch, intrigued as he throws the foil packet on the bed next to me. He places one knee on the mattress and inches closer. His fingers slide over my calf, downwards to grab my ankle allowing him to spread my legs.
Our eyes stay locked when his mouth closes in on my pussy. I hold my breath when I feel his flow over my drenched, sensitive flesh. His tongue slides through my folds causing me to gasp with pleasure. It’s been too long since I’ve had sex and my ex never went down on me.
Pierre didn’t believe it was sanitary to put your mouth on private parts. Though, the idiot did think it was all right to ask me to do it. I should have known something was up right then and there. Obviously, I never went down on him either.
But this? This experience is overwhelming. My skin prickles with awareness all over my body while my body is fully loaded with pleasure that keeps building, threatening to tip over at any moment.
I can’t believe we just landed in bed and I’m so close to exploding already. Normally I have to work for it, even when I’m using my own fingers. My brain shoves everything and everyone to the back of my head when Redding grazes my clit with his teeth and starts to suck.
“Please,” I whimper, unable to control my hips grinding down on his face.
His fingers dig into my hips to keep me in place while he continues to devour my pussy. The scream ripping from my throat is as powerful as the bliss flashing hot through my veins. Actual stars flash behind my eyes and I moan his name over and over while he keeps my orgasm simmering.
My heart is out of control and I’m pretty sure I’ll sell my soul to this man right here and now because I’ve never experienced such a strong connection in all my life on this earth. I am in awe and completely believe all the romance books I’ve read about finding the one person who connects with you on more than one level.
His tongue slides through my folds once more before he places a kiss on my clit and slowly climbs up my body. Mouth glistening from my pleasure, he gives me a smirk and wipes it off with the back of his hand.
“You taste delicious.” His eyes are dark with lust. “And now I have to know how these dark pink peaks harden when I give them some attention.”
I don’t have a brain cell working enough to process what happens next. My body jolts when his mouth wraps around one nipple while his fingers tweak the other. I feel his dick brush my pussy and I can’t help but seek the friction, wiggling my hips to demand he fills me up.
He groans–the vibration rippling over my skin–when the tip gets sucked in by my wet and willing pussy. Deep down I know we can’t, but he feels so hot and good sliding inside. Tilting my hips, I simultaneously press my heel against his ass to force him to sink in deeper.
“Fuuuuck,” he mutters around my nipple. “Babe, like I said, I don’t mind the consequences of fucking bare. And knowing you feel this good underneath me, your pussy wet and hot already sucking me in? No fucking way I’m letting you go. But you need to be on the same page, so if you’re not…I gotta pull out and wrap up.”
“I am…it’s just.” A moan flows from me and I close my eyes at the intense feeling of his hips shifting, causing him to slide inside me deeper.
I’m about to raise my hips to meet the thrust I expect but instead I’m left empty.
Flashing my eyes open, I sputter, “What are you doing?”
“Sweetheart,” he tenderly says and grabs the condom, quickly ripping the foil open with his teeth and starts to slide it on when he adds, “A single moment of hesitation is enough indication we need to talk this through. There won’t be any regrets between us, not now, not ever. I need to be inside you, fuck you deep and hard, and then we’ll talk.”
He fists his condom covered dick and slides it through the lips of my pussy, bumping my clit to allow sparks of pleasure to course through me. I don’t have to answer him when he surges forward and fills me with one stroke.
He falls forward and balances himself on one arm, letting his face hover right above mine. Lips feathering against one another, sharing intimacy as he lazily starts to fuck me. Thrusting deeper and harder with each stroke he starts to build another orgasm but this time it’s going to be a shared one.
His breath fans over my lips. Hot. Enticing. Tongue sliding out and seeking entrance to my mouth which I gladly give. We move in sync, hips seeking one another, tongues mingling, bodies fusing while our hearts pick up speed. The air is heavy with body slaps and rough pants.
My orgasm hits out of nowhere and I tear my mouth from his to groan his name. He keeps surging in and out of my body until he buries himself deep and lets go to the bliss our bodies created. He crashes down on top of me and we just lay there for a moment to catch our breath.
Ultimately, he slides out and rips off the condom, ties a knot and throws it in the tiny trash can in the corner. Impressive, I would have missed for sure. Redding drags my body back toward him and makes sure I’m draped over his chest.
His chest rises as he takes a deep breath, the air fanning out over my hair before he places a kiss on the top of my head. “Damn. I came way too fast. I wanted to enjoy your pussy for a long time but you squeezing the hell out of my cock made my balls draw up and blow my load in no time. We need to talk. Future stuff. Kids and shit because that was my only condom and I’m getting hard again from merely thinking about burying myself deep a few more times tonight.”
I bury my face against his chest, feeling overwhelmed by his admittance. The things he said before, about wanting kids in our future, is something I’ve always dreamed about too. The whole husband, wife, a ranch filled with horses, becoming loving parents, and sharing everything life has to give.
Could it really be possible to dive into something with a massive load of responsibilities with someone you’ve only known for one freaking week? We do connect on deeper levels, but again…seven damn days.
I guess you don’t know unless you try, right? I am financially independent and could stand on my own two feet if things go wrong but in reality? I want this intense connection between Redding and I to continue and grow. I want love, commitment, children; I want a shared future.
Taking a deep breath, I confess, “I want it all with you. But I do think we need condoms to give us a little more foundation. I mean, if we’re both in this for real there is no rush. We would have a future to look forward to where we can take life-altering changes one step at a time.”
I feel his lips on the top of my head once more. “I agree. But I’m also going to eat that pussy of yours again and jerk off while I fingerfuck your pussy and spray my cum all over your belly. Like I said. No condoms so I guess that’s the better option.”
I swallow hard as desire starts to pool between my legs. “Sounds like a plan.”
With my next breath I’m on my back with his face buried between my legs. He makes good on his promise, giving my body the much needed gratification it needs to fully accept what this man is willing to give.
