Shade's Lady

I fell onto it suddenly, bouncing as the big biker grinned, ripping his shirt over his head and then reaching for his fly. His cock sprang free and I saw it for the first time—really saw it. Long and hard and unusually thick around the middle. Damn, no wonder it felt like he’d fucked me deeper than Rebel ever did. The guy was hung.

“We’re using a condom this time,” I reminded him firmly. “Just in case you had any doubts.”

“Hell, yes,” Shade replied, kneeling down on the floor between my legs. He caught my hips, scooting me toward the edge of the bed, then draped my legs over his shoulders. Wooohooo! “Sorry I didn’t earlier. Don’t know what the fuck I was thinking.”

“Both our faults,” I acknowledged, sighing as his fingers spread me open, the heat of his breath hitting my clit like a tangible touch.

Then his tongue grazed my center and the whole world narrowed. His touch was sure, his tongue clever and quick. You know, like he was into it, not just trying to get me off or convince me to do the same for him. Nope. Shade traced my clit and then sucked it like he had all night, which I supposed he did. I don’t know how long he kept it up, but it was long enough that I came once and nearly came again before he raised his head.

Moving up my body, he lifted my shirt and bra, pulling them off completely before taking my mouth. I tasted myself on his lips as he kissed me hard. Grabbing his ass, I dug my fingers into the tight muscles as he rubbed his cock against my center. The oral thing had been great but I wanted more. Now. Turning my head, I broke free from his kiss.

“Condom,” I gasped, wondering where the hell I’d dropped my purse.

“Fuck, I almost forgot again,” Shade muttered, shaking his head. “You got a magic pussy or something.”

I laughed as he leaned over me, reaching across the bed toward the dresser, awkwardly pulling out one of the drawers. He grabbed a string of condoms, ripping open one of the packages. The slick rubber fell out and hit my face and I burst out laughing.

Shade started laughing too, and then I helped him roll the condom over his cock, giving it a couple pumps for good measure. Seconds later, he’d lined it up with my opening.

Then he thrust deep and I forgot everything else.

 

 

Chapter Thirteen

 

For the second time that week I woke up in the Reapers MC clubhouse. I wasn’t sure what time we’d finally gone to sleep, but it was well after the sun came up. Holy shit, but Shade knew what he was doing in bed… Not only that, he gave pretty good post-sex snuggle for a one-night stand. Rolling over, I felt a hint of soreness between my legs, a glorious ache that reminded me just how many different ways he’d found to make me come.

Now he was gone.

I sat up slowly and looked around the room. It was every bit as faded and anonymous as I remembered it, like a hotel that rented by the hour. I’d had a really good time, but looking at the light outside, I knew it was over.

I should find my clothes and catch a ride home before I did something stupid to fuck it up. Something like telling him I didn’t want it to end, because it’d been good. Too good. The last thing I needed was to fall for the guy—didn’t matter how nice our snuggling felt.

Yours Truly was officially off the market.

I found my bra and tank top hanging on the edge of the dresser, where he’d tossed them. The skirt and panties were harder to locate, but I eventually discovered them under the bed, in a dried puddle of something very questionable.

I managed to brush the dust bunnies off the skirt, but no matter how much I shook the panties, I couldn’t bring myself to put them on. I didn’t know what that brown stuff on the floor was, but I was pretty sure I didn’t want it touching my coochie.

Of course, that would leave me doing the walk of shame in a micro skirt and nothing else.

You should really keep extra panties in your purse, Wonder Woman suggested helpfully. A girl never knows when she’s going to need a fresh pair of star-spangled briefs.

Well, I guess she would know.

I found my purse and dug out a brush, attacking my hair. I knew my makeup had to look like shit, but I could clean that up in the bathroom, wherever the hell it was. Then maybe I could borrow something to cover my ass and head home.

The door opened and Shade stepped in, holding a ceramic mug. He was fully dressed in jeans, shirt and leather Reapers’ colors, and had clearly been awake for a while.

“Thought I’d let you sleep,” he said, holding out the mug. Coffee, God love him.

“Thanks,” I replied, feeling that same awkwardness from last night falling between us. He looked past me, his eyes catching on something. My bright pink panties, which I’d dropped on the bed. Shade raised a brow, questioning.

“They were down on the floor and it’s icky,” I admitted. “I didn’t want to put them back on. I don’t suppose you have anything I can borrow to wear home…?”

He took a step closer, into my space.

“Yeah, this isn’t gonna work.”

“What?”

“Give me the coffee.”

“But I want the coffee.”

“Give me the fuckin’ coffee,” he said, his voice a low growl. I handed it over. Shade lifted the mug and drank deep, throat moving as he emptied the cup. Holding my eyes, he dropped it. Then he reached out and caught me by the sides of my skirt, pulling me into his body. I had just a second to realize what he was doing before his hands were under my skirt, cupping my bare ass. Our mouths connected and he pushed me back onto the bed with a bounce. My hands reached for his jeans as he grabbed a fresh condom.

Then he was inside me again.

Half an hour later, I rolled over and stretched in satisfaction because who needed coffee with a dick like Shade’s to wake you up? Leaning up on one elbow, I studied his body, rubbing my hand over his bare stomach. His skin was slightly darker than mine, with just enough tan to tell me he worked outside sometimes without a shirt, and his muscles were all lean and rippled. He could’ve been a model.

Maybe I should give the friends with benefits thing a try…

No! Bad Mandy! shouted Wonder Woman.

Shade caught me with his arm and tucked me into his side, oblivious to my mental battle for self-control.

“What’s your plan for the day?” he asked.

“Heading home,” I told him, because Wonder Woman was right. I was being a bad Mandy and I needed to behave myself. “I have to work tonight. What time is it, anyway?”