Sweet Whiskey Dreams: Deacons of Peril MC Book One Page 2
“You know I should feel offended. I feel like all you want me for is my cock, but tonight could be your lucky night if you answer me a few questions.” Whiskey’s face loses all signs of humor, but I don't flinch.
“You first.” I see Whiskey is trying to figure me out.
“That’s not how it works, Red. Take it or leave it.” I can tell if I don't agree that he will get up and walk away. I look at my watch and I know my hours are ticking away and I can feel this chance slipping away.
“Proceed with caution,” I give in warning.
“Why?” He starts but then goes on, “Why tonight for you to change and try something new?” I think about how to answer this question without giving too much away. I can't blatantly lie; omission is a much better thing to do. Whiskey’s too sharp for that and I’m not that great of a liar if I don’t practice it over and over like I have for this.
“The answer to why is complicated, but the short version is I lost the man I thought I would spend the rest of my life with three years ago. Not to another way of life or another woman, but to death. I know it’s time to quit wallowing in my sorrow, and I know I will never love anyone the way I did my husband. I'm not looking for any kind of deeper connection.” I stop and take a drink and enjoy the feel of the warm sensation. “Why tonight? Even though tonight is only about feeling again, I want it to be enjoyable for both of us. The other two men reminded me in one way or another of my past. You, handsome, are a polar-opposite and I want to grab a hold of that and enjoy every second of it.” I look Whiskey in the eye but remain quiet. He’s looking at me to see some sort of sign that I’m lying. He will find none.
“Well that is a story, Red. My name is Elijah James, but I went by Eli. Those names don’t mean much to me anymore except for legal papers. The only name that does is Grinder. If I was a less selfish bastard, I would walk away right now.” Whiskey takes a drink from his glass, looks down, and then looks back at me. “But I've never been known for being a good man and I need tonight as much as you do. Let's move this party to your hotel room.” Whiskey reaches over and takes my hand. A chill runs up my spine and I almost flinch, but I control myself. How can a person turn me on so much but chill me at the same time? I will not lose my nerve. I have come this far, and I will not stop now. I finish off my last drink and wave to the bartender to cash me out.
“I think that is the best idea I've heard all day,” I tell Whiskey and I bring his hand to my mouth and kiss it.
“Red, this is a one-time thing that will last until morning and then I'll walk away and go back to my life and you’ll go back to yours. We will never see each other again—this is the only honorable thing I will do this year—being truthful with you. You have had a rough go of it, and I think you deserve honesty. Are you sure about this? When we enter your room, I own your body until morning. Do you understand that? If you have any doubts, now’s the time to change your mind. The only promise I will ever make you is I will give you a night full of pleasure. Can you accept all that and then walk away?” Whiskey and I are staring each other in the eyes to see who will flinch first.
“That’s all I’m asking.” The waitress brings my tab and I sign the receipt. “I walked over from the hotel.” I stand up still holding Whiskey’s hand, but he takes it back. He puts it on the small of my back and for some reason it feels comforting. We walk to the entrance and walk out the door. The air is refreshing. It’s a short walk to Whiskey’s motorcycle.
“I can meet you at the hotel if you need a minute, or we can ride together on my bike.” I stop and look at the man I’m going to give myself to tonight and I could see him in all his sexiness on a motorcycle. It fits him. I might as well take a walk on the wild side as Whiskey put it, but to me it’s letting go of my past and grabbing a hold of my future.
“I’ve never ridden on a motorcycle before, so you will be busting my cherry.” I laugh at the flirty words coming out of my mouth, but I see Whiskey adjusting himself and shaking his head.
“You’re a strange woman, a real nut, but it works for you. Let’s get out of here before I decide to just take you over my bike.” Whiskey half laughs at what he says, but I don’t. I know I sound like a shameless hussy, but for just tonight I don’t care. I want the things this man makes my body crave. The things I have denied myself for so long while I have mourned my one love. I just want to forget everything; feel the pleasure and get the one thing that I need to carry on with my life. Whiskey can do all this for me. The warm air clears my head just a little, but I still feel the alcohol that I’ve consumed. My body is coming alive from being dormant for so long. I just need to turn my head off and think with my body.
Whiskey pulls me to him. I almost lose my balance and I don't know if it’s too much alcohol or I'm drunk on lust. Whiskey catches me with ease, and when I’m in his arms, all I can do is look into his blue eyes. The thought of me losing myself in those eyes for life brings me back to my good senses—enough to gather myself anyway. Focus woman. Whiskey hugs me tighter, but I push him away gently. “Are you changing your mind? I keep giving you outs but you’re ignoring them.”
“No, handsome, I would just like to get to my hotel room before I climb your body. Tell me how to get on your motorcycle without baring myself to the neighborhood,” I tell Whiskey hoping he takes a hint. I want us to happen now. Whiskey takes my hand and then kisses it. I don’t think this is something he would normally do. He doesn’t seem the sweet type to me.
“I like an impatient woman when it comes to sex. We’re going to have one long night.” Whiskey pulls my hand to his shoulder and I watch him get on the bike, so I know how it’s done.
I need to throw my leg over the bike like getting on a horse, but I have a problem with that. My dress is too damn short. “What are you waiting for?” I take a step back and pull my thong down my legs and step out of it. I don’t want that thing getting in my way and then I pull my dress up a little and do just as I watched Whiskey do by holding onto Whiskey’s shoulder. I try to keep from flashing anyone too much but if anyone is standing in the shadows, they just got a show of everything I have. I try to slide up close to Whiskey to cover part of myself.
I hear the man growl and he reaches one hand back and pulls me closer. “Red, I don't think I can handle more than one night with you.” I hug him from behind. “Hold on tight, I don't want to break anything hanging loose.” I can't hear anything after that, his motorcycle is loud. When we leave the parking area, I feel free. I can breathe without pain. I know tonight is happening just like it should.
2
Grinder…
Red has my head all over the place and if I was a better man, I would send her away and take some damn barfly back to the filthy motel I had been staying in the last week. We would fuck until morning and then maybe I would make the ride back to the clubhouse, but I'm not a better man. I'm the enforcer for Deacons of Peril Motorcycle Club. I just finished a job for the club and stopped in at the bar to have a few drinks and pick up a woman for the night. I walked around to scope out the place but didn't see a woman that held my interest until my eyes landed on Red. I watched one man approach her table, but she sent him away after a few minutes. She watched the room like a predator; the thought almost made me laugh. I couldn't tell her height, but it doesn’t matter. Short or tall, I love them all. I'd bet my left nut that the red hair on her head didn't match the hair on her pussy. It’s hot but seemed off. She sipped her soda and looked at every man around her, but I guessed this wasn’t her normal. She didn’t seem the barfly or lush type and she wasn’t a club girl. She held herself with class but not like some snooty bitch. The dress she’s wearing is sexy enough, but she didn’t seem comfortable in it. I watched another man approach her, she smiled as if on cue, but that smile didn’t reach her eyes. The man sat down but didn’t stay long. The woman never got up to even go to the bathroom. Isn’t that something women usually do? I looked into the woman’s eyes or the best I could see from that distance and she had a sad
ness about her. She fidgeted with her dress and I saw her tits are more than a handful. They’re smaller than what I'm usually attracted to but like my old man used to say, “Anything over a mouthful is a waste.” My preference is larger. I paid for my wife's DDs and Candy’s, the club girl I keep around, are natural. Yes, I'm the guy most women hate or the good ones anyway. I have a wife and she's a damn good wife and mother to our son. Deidra changed when she became a mom and I’m a man with a big sexual appetite. I can't fuck my woman on a schedule and the bitching can become unbearable. I know, excuses, but it is what it is. Deidra says if I don't flaunt my extramarital escapades and they don't come back to slap her in the face, she'll accept it. She offered it, as long as I keep the green flowing through our bank account. My wife has expensive tastes. We’re not perfect but it works. Candy is the club girl I go to most of the time when I need a little extra on the side or I just want a hard fuck. She knows her place. She keeps her mouth shut and when Deidra decides to come to the clubhouse, Candy makes herself scarce. I know that makes me an asshole, but if my wife is on board with it, then no one else has shit to say about it. Hell, some of the brothers have a wife, an ol’ lady, and a little something on the side when the need hits. I should be a happy man, but I'm not. Deidre's wrapped up in her role as a mom and that's a damn good thing, but she also cares about appearances. She’s already talking about adding to our family and getting a bigger house. That shit wears on a man. Then when it comes to Candy, she wants my patch. Not happening—my wife doesn’t wear my patch—no one does. Deidra refuses and Candy wants to dig her nails in. A night of being with a woman that expects nothing from me is exactly what I need.
I have let Red have her way but stuck to my guns on what’s important. I just hope I don't regret it all when morning comes. I have told Red that this is a one-night thing with no other expectations, so I have nothing to feel bad about when I walk away in the morning. I haven’t given her any promises I'm just going to break. She’s not only on board with it, but it’s what she wants too. I take that as a win for both of us.
The ride back to her hotel is a short one, and the only thing I can think about is her bare pussy that she gave me a glimpse of when she took her thong off. Crazy ass woman. I almost swallowed my tongue when she pulled the thing down her shapely legs. I’ve seen a lot in my twenty-four years but that was the most erotic for some reason. I could have fucked Red over my bike right then, but I don't think she’s ready for that kind of wild just yet, maybe someday, with someone else. He’ll be one lucky bastard, but he won't be me.
I wait for her to get off my bike and then I do the same. We don't say a word as we walk into the hotel and get on the elevator. I notice all the surveillance cameras and try to avoid giving a full-face shot to any of them, better safe now than sorry later. I have no warrants on me that I am aware of, but trouble either follows me or I'm running its ass down. The elevator doors open on the second floor; this place is nice, too nice. I feel something is off and I know I won’t be staying here all night. I’ve already lied to the woman. Red and I can have some fun but when she goes to sleep, I will be out of here. I never stay anywhere that I feel uncomfortable; that's how you wind up dead by not going with your gut.
Red stops in front of the room and takes her card and swipes it. As soon as we're inside, I'm taking Red’s mouth. It’s not a sweet kiss but an all-consuming one and I’m in complete control. Red’s taste is like a burst of cinnamon mixed with whiskey. It’s intoxicating and I want more. I feel her hand move to my chest as she pushes me lightly. I step back and we’re both gasping for air. Red shuts the door and then steps up to the lock and makes sure we are locked in. I can’t take it anymore. Everything about this woman is telling me to take her. I don’t have the will to fight it any longer. I twirl Red around, so she is facing the wall again.
“Hands on the wall Red, I hope you don’t love this dress.” I don’t even hesitate a second before I grab hold and rip the dress from her body. I reach around her body, enjoying the feel of her silky skin against my rough hand and take her tit in my hand and feel her pebbled nipple. I caress the firm breast and then take her nipple between my two fingers and work it into a tighter nub paying special attention to the tip. I spread her legs a little with my foot and her body follows my lead. I glide my hand down her slightly rounded belly and further to her smooth pussy. I want to tear my clothes off and fuck her hard against this wall, but I remember it’s been a while since she’s had sex and I am not a small man. I need to make sure she is ready for me. I know once my cock is inside this woman all my control will be gone.
“Whiskey Rider, if you touch me in my hot spot, I am going to ignite, and I don’t think my legs will hold me, so unless you can hold me up and take me at the same time, we need to move this to the bed,” Red says in a deep husky voice.
“Red, it’s called a clit, not a hot spot, and I’m not taking you, you’re going to be begging me to give my cock to you. We can move it to the bed but don’t get comfortable there. Are you on the pill? I want to feel you bare.” I step back from Red so she can turn around. I take my cut off and place it on the chair behind me and then toe off my boots as I’m yanking my t-shirt over my head. Red reaches for my belt and loosens it. I am counting in my head to try and keep some restraint. Red manages to undo my belt and gets my jeans unzipped. I help pop the button open. Red kisses down my stomach as she slides my jeans down. She’s timid but then I feel her tongue slip out and my body is on fire with need. Her tongue is sliding down my body as my jeans are going down. I am commando so as soon as she slides my jeans down my hips, my hard-as-steel cock pops up. Red does not disappoint me as she glides her tongue around the head of my cock; when she takes it in her warm mouth my eyes roll back in my head. I want to shoot my wad down her throat now, but I grab Red by the back of her neck with slight pressure and pull her up my body and take her mouth. She still has the taste of my pre-cum in her mouth, and the taste of us together is a musky sweet taste that is a unique flavor all on its own. I could get drunk on it.
I pull slightly back and while I bend so I can push my blue jeans the rest of the way off, I take Red’s nipple in my mouth and suck ever so lightly while twirling my tongue around it. I hear a moan escape Red, so I lightly nibble and nip the tip. Red’s back arches so I give the other nipple the same attention. I get my jeans off, grab Red’s ass and lift her as she climbs my body and wraps her legs tightly around me. It’s only a few steps to the bed and I nail Red’s back to the bed. I run my tongue up the side of Red’s neck and give her a small love bite. She grabs my ass trying to get me closer to her heat.
“You taste like the sweetest candy I have ever tasted Red. It’s dangerous for a woman to be so fucking sweet.” Red’s nails are raking my ass cheeks.
“Fuck me already. I need it, please.” Red’s voice is so low, she’s almost purring.
“What happened to the lady now? I told you that you would be begging me, and I am a man of my word.” I move my hand between us and feel just how wet she is. When I start to circle her clit with my fingers, Red tries to pull me closer to her and I feel her legs squeeze me tighter. I move back a little from her and she’s trying to not let me go, but I need to see the beauty of this woman’s body and see the need in her eyes. I sit back on my calves and spread Red out in front of me. Her shyness is gone. I reach for her tits and knead them slowly with my hands and then bend down and kiss her nipples one at a time. I sit back up and rub my hands down her sides and stomach. I see a tattoo of two red roses on her rib cage, close to where her heart is. On her pale skin, it stands out and it’s exotic looking on her—she doesn’t look like the tattoo type. I keep rubbing and giving her soft touches and I see a small scar on her belly. Its pink also contrasts with her white skin. Her pussy is swollen and begging for attention. I wipe my finger through her glistening wetness and spread it to her clit, where I rub firm circles around the hardened nub, then I insert one of my fingers, slowly at first, and she’s tight, so fucking tight. M
y cock wants to feel it. I add another finger and pick up speed. I feel her muscle flutter and I know she’s close. I take my fingers and grab my cock at the base. I rub her fluid from my finger onto my shaft and my head is sensitive to my own touch as I stroke back up. I go up on my knees and position the tip of my cock at her entrance. Red tries to move to get more. Oh baby, you have no idea what you’re going to get. Each attempt she has made to reach for my cock, I have moved her hand away. I have been patient so far and I’ve tried to keep myself from fucking Red like a damn club girl, but I can’t wait any longer.
“Please, Eli, make the ache in me go away. I need you.” I look at Red’s lust-filled eyes and I hear the need in her voice. I work the head in slowly and give it a couple of short strokes.
“Brace yourself.” That’s the only warning that Red gets. I let myself go. I slide in the full length of my cock and try to still myself, but I can’t. That isn’t the man I am. I withdraw myself and slam back in; I don’t hesitate. I hear Red moaning and she has grabbed my ass again. I set a relentless rhythm. Red is so damn tight, and her cunt is sucking the cum right out of me. Her pussy is like a nirvana I never want to come out of. I feel the muscles of her pussy clamp down on me and I swear my eyes roll back in my head. My balls tighten and I shoot cum up into Red. Red’s orgasm keeps sucking me in more and I can’t stop my seed from coming out in spurts. I try to keep most of my weight off Red while enjoying the pleasure that we share. Red has gone lax and I feel depleted, so I roll us over on our sides. I push Red’s hair off her face, and she has a flushed look on her more relaxed face. I watch her eyes, but she won’t meet mine. I know she’s feeling guilt and I knew this would happen, but I’m not ready to give Red up yet.