GINGERSNAP: ODIN’S FURY MOTORCYCLE CLUB #4 Page 2

  “I had some difficulty deciding what to wear,” she admitted, using her sex kitten voice.

  The generous and obvious once-over he gave her while entering the apartment did more than inflate her head. A flush swirled in her belly and crept up into her chest and continued to her cheeks.

  Feeling bold, she ogled the way his jeans hugged the curves of his ass as he strode deeper into her apartment—through her living room and down the small hallway.

  “Wait!” she called after him, closing the door. “Where are you going?”

  “Helping,” he hollered from down the hall.

  Helping? Surely he didn’t mean to…mortified that he’d not only see the disastrous state of her bedroom—it looked as though her closet had vomited on her bed and floor, but also by the idea he would be rifling through her personal things, Liz trotted after him.

  He stood with his back to the door, his legs parted slightly, cupping his elbow with one hand, looking down at her bed and her outfit choices for the night. She walked up to him. He stroked his beard with a free hand, face pensive as he looked down at the selections.

  “I just…I wasn’t sure which look to go for.” She tucked some of her barely combed hair behind her ear.

  Hair.

  She hadn’t even gotten to style her hair yet. She’d wanted soft curls, like an effortlessly sexy look. They’d never leave her apartment at this rate. Self-consciously, she curled locks around her fingers.

  “The one at the door was pretty hot. I’m not complaining, but it’s not something I want to share with the world.” He met her gaze and grinned. “Just yet.”

  Butterflies fluttered in her stomach and the heat in her cheeks betrayed her. Dodging his eyes, she tried to mask it by looking over the clothes. She’d picked out a teal cocktail dress, skinny jeans with a green blouse, and a floral top with a black flirty skirt.

  “Something’s missing.” He shook his loose fist as he turned, scanning her room. “These are all lovely.” She smirked at the word coming from his lips. It seemed so out of character. “You’d rock every one of them.” That sounded much more like the man she’d spoken to.

  Getting down on his knees, he crouched near her bed.

  “What... what are you doing?” she asked knowing full well what she hid under her bed. “I don’t have any clothes under there."

  From under her bed, he produced the box. With wide eyes, she stared at him. That box was sacred. How dare he invade her privacy, her space like that?

  And why did it give her a thrill?

  “That one.” He pointed to the floral top with a black skirt while he rummaged through her toy box. “It’s just missing something.”

  Bewildered, she reached for the clothes. Stepping into the skirt, she shimmied it up her hips. “I have some cute heels to go with it.”

  Dash reached into the box and then held up her butt plug in one hand and lube in the other.

  With her top scrunched up over her breasts after she pulled it on, she stared at him. Her gaze darted between him and the plug he held in his hand. He couldn’t be serious.

  “I thought…” Her heart sank. “I thought we were going somewhere?” Cocking his head to the side, he peered at her. “We are, but we can’t go anywhere if you aren’t dressed.” He wiggled the plug in his hand. “Completely.”

  Frozen by the surprise and confusion, she seemed to have lost her ability to do anything more than stare. His smile did nothing to ease her awkwardness, but it did cause her heart to trip over itself as it beat more rapidly. She felt her increased pulse between her thighs and squeezed them in anticipation for what his grin promised.

  He stepped closer, closing the distance between them. Switching to holding both items in one hand, he cocked his head to the side and studied her.

  Her breath hitched.

  With one hand now free, he used it to trail his fingertips along her exposed midriff. Goosebumps rose on her flesh. Her skin felt as though it lit on fire.

  “Let me help you,” he whispered before he brought his head down and nipped at her shoulder. The shirt slid down over her body, covering her, and she never wanted to be naked more in her life.

  She closed her eyes as the feel of his warm mouth found the hollow of her throat. His teeth grazed her neck. A shudder rippled through her. Liz felt as though she were melting into a puddle at his touch.

  “Turn around.” His scorching breath danced along the shell of her ear.

  Slowly, she spun, her back pressed against his front, the feel of stiffness rubbing against her ass.

  Oh, now that was nice.

  He brushed her hair aside and his beard lightly scratched against her neck. She moaned, pushing her ass into him.

  “Bend.”

  With his hand on the small of her back, she did as instructed. Her palms rested on the mattress while he lifted the skirt she’d just put on. She looked over her shoulder. Dash got down on his knees.

  Inhaling audibly, she closed her eyes. He trailed his fingers over her hips, taking her panties with them and sliding them down her thighs. His beard brushed her ass first, followed by the softness of his lips, finally his teeth. He pressed them into her flesh, and she groaned.

  Kisses trailed downward until he slid his tongue along the crease where her ass met her thigh. More biting, and she shivered. Part of her wanted to laugh. The other half of her wanted to beg for more.

  “Have you used this?” he asked after she heard a click.

  “Huh?” It took her a minute to focus and connect to what he referenced. “The plug? Uh, no. It was a…oh.”

  He’d spread her ass cheeks and something cool and wet slid down her crease. “Wonderful.”

  She jumped at the feel of his fingers spreading over her tailbone area. Her heart rate picked up and she fisted the bedsheets. She’d been curious about butt stuff, but now to be actually faced with the prospect of something going up there, she wasn’t so sure this was a good idea.

  “Breathe,” he coaxed and massaged her back slightly. “It will be much more enjoyable if you’re relaxed.”

  Her heart raced with anticipation of the unknown—and the possible pain that came with it. “Breathe,” he urged again.

  Closing her eyes, she took a deep inhale, held it, and then let it out. Repeating it a few times, she released the bedding, and she felt the push.

  With his fingers still spread over her, she assumed it was his thumb pressing against her back opening.

  “Ahhh!” Her tight ring gave way and his digit slid up inside her.

  “Keep breathing,” he said.

  The feeling of his finger, his wide thumb, dipping into her back door had her mind fogging. Her knees wobbled, and she locked her elbows so she wouldn’t face plant on the bed.

  “Oh dear god!” Her eyes snapped open at the feeling of his thumb twisting.

  Taking in a sharp inhale, she jerked slightly. He ran a finger along her inner folds and didn’t hesitate to find her clit. He rubbed against it, causing her to rock back and forth. The added stimulation of his thumb moving in and out of her intensified what he did to her pussy. The sensations were almost enough to short circuit her brain.

  Her breathing shifted to shallow, short gasps as he worked his thumb in and out and in again. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he applied more pressure on her clit. Out went his thumb and in went something wider. Longer. She shuddered with the pinch to her clit as her ass filled.

  “Oh God!”

  Pop.

  The plug was in and she trembled while the quake of an orgasm rippled through her.

  Chapter 3

  Dash

  * * *

  Dash had planned to take Liz to a cute Italian restaurant with low lighting and a romantic atmosphere. He’d wanted them to have a normal vanilla evening of getting to know one another. His intentions were pure. Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel of his truck, he bopped his head to the beat of Black Betty by Ram Jam, doing his best to hide the disappointment in himself. She’d deserved a better date—first date.

  But she answered the door in that threadbare robe, wearing the hottest fucking bra and panty set he’d ever seen. He was just a man, and not a good one at that. His little vixen knew exactly what she’d done, and he was nothing if not accommodating with his partners. So, he’d come up with something on the fly.

  And fly they did if he wanted to get any sort of food in her. The speed limits on these roads were merely a suggestion this time of night anyway, right?

  Unfortunately, the time it took to get her prepped, dressed, and for her to do whatever it was she did with her hair, meant that their choices for dinner dwindled. He wanted to take her somewhere nicer, but the Broken Spoke seemed their only option now.

  Owned by the club, he knew he’d get no flack for wanting food this late. It also meant his brothers would be there. Pulling up to the Spoke in a cage, instead of his Road King, meant his brothers would notice.

  Hell, they’d notice because Liz was a fucking hot redhead. It didn’t matter what he drove to get there. Blondes were a dime a dozen, but fiery bitches—they were hard to come by. Add to it, he didn’t have her on his bike—they’d think he wasn’t serious about her. Was he?

  Fuck him running. Normally, he prided himself on his ability to plan. He swerved to hit yet another pothole just to hear her groan as the plug shifted in her ass, and to prove to himself that yes, he did in fact plan shit. But he realized he may have made the wrong decision when it came to which vehicle he’d chosen. Taking her to the Spoke meant exposing her to the club.

  Sure, she’d been at the funeral, but with all the people there, she was written off as just another citizen. Showing up at the Spoke with him—yeah, they’d notice. Not to mention, she’d notice the colors. They hadn’t exactly spoken about his club involvement. He screwed himself for sure.

  With his hand on her thigh, he felt the muscles in her leg tightening as she squeezed. It sparked a grin. The plug had worked. Since she wasn’t all that experienced with ass play, he knew he’d have to get it out soon. Which was why he’d insisted on her bringing a large purse.

  They pulled into the half-paved and half-gravel lot. He immediately counted the bikes and noted the prospect at the door. Romeo’s and Mittens’ bikes stood out against the rest. Shouldn’t his brothers be on their way home? Too late to turn back now.

  “Sorry it’s not a nicer place.” He patted her leg. “Plans had to be adjusted.” He grinned because he wasn’t about to apologize for why they’d had to adjust plans. “Next time.”

  Her pale blue eyes rimmed with arousal from having hit every bump on the way there. Though, he suspected there was a post-orgasmic glow there as well. It looked good on her, and the half chub in his pants persisted.

  “I’m sure it’s fine.” A sultry smile spread across her lips.

  That did nothing to ease the strain in his jeans. Truly a minx, he’d never be convinced she didn’t know exactly what she did to him.

  He opened the door and got out of the truck. Pausing a moment, he took a deep inhale of the Ohio night before he reached back inside the cab. He grabbed his cut from the backseat and slammed the door. He trotted around to get to her side. He may be an asshole, but he still had some gentlemanly traits. After he opened the door, he extended his hand, and offered to help her down. Despite having chosen the smooth pavement out of habit—bikes didn’t do well on gravel—she wobbled slightly once she jumped down from the cab. He grinned knowing full well it wasn’t the heels she wore which made her knees weak. Though, heels would make navigating the gravel difficult as they crossed the rest of the lot on the way to the door.

  Once out of the truck, he reached over her to place his cut on the roof. He gripped her hips and pressed her back against it.

  Wide-eyed, she peered at him, but did nothing to fight his advances. She allowed him to guide her, and even softened her expression seconds after the surprise wore off. She graced him with a smirk and brought her hands over his shoulders before rolling her hips forward to graze against his half-mast erection.

  Sliding his hands over her hips and around to her ass, he dug his fingers in, squeezing her pale ass beneath. She moaned the most beautiful sound, and it was all he could do not to bend her over and fuck her in the parking lot.

  Dipping his head down, he pressed his lips over hers. Liz pulled him hard against her body as he wedged his leg between her thighs. He massaged her ass.

  She groaned into their kiss.

  Sweat beaded on his back beneath his shirt. His cock stiffened beneath his jeans and threatened to punch a hole through his zipper. His gentle caresses of her butt grew firmer, harder, to the point he might leave little fingerprint bruises. The idea only drove him to press harder into her—then she whimpered and his knees all but buckled.

  This woman would be his undoing.

  He’d promised her a date. He’d wanted it to be vanilla. That shit went out the window, but he still promised her a date. Fucking her in the parking lot was not a date.

  Dinner, asshole. Feed her. Reign it the fuck in.

  Nipping at her lip, he slowly pulled his mouth away. His hands lingered in place before he relented in the pressure he’d applied. Trying to catch his breath, he hung his head, counted to three, then brought himself back in. Though instead of kissing, because if he did that, he’d never get her out of the parking lot, he did the next best thing. Pressing his forehead against hers, he fought the urge to use a cliché line. “You have no business being this fucking hot.”

  She laughed. “I’ll work on that.”

  He spun her, still laughing, to press her front to the truck. With a yank of her hips, she bent slightly, the moan caught in her throat through the laugh. That wouldn’t do.

  Three quick swats to each ass cheek with his open palm were muffled by the skirt. She yelped each time and squirmed. Running his right hand up the back of her neck, he grabbed a fistful of her hair. He’d insisted she wear it loose for this very reason, he loved her hair. He could run his fingers through it for hours if given the opportunity—so soft, so silky—so not where his head needed to be right then. Focus. He pulled her head back, forcing her to arch her neck. The long line begged to be teased. His mouth watered with the idea of nipping and sucking her jawline then down.

  “I adore your snarky attitude,” he whispered in her ear as she wiggled against his body. He’d effectively pinned her between himself and the truck so her movements were limited to grinding that sweet ass against his very stiff cock.

  Like hell she didn’t know what she did to him.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  The husky response had his dick twitching in his pants. She added ‘sir.’ She’d already obliterated his will for a vanilla evening. There was no use in keeping to that now.

  With a nip to her neck, he stepped back. He grabbed his cut from the top of the truck and shrugged it on. He couldn’t go to the Spoke without his colors. Taking her wrist, he gently turned her. The look in her slightly hooded eyes sealed the deal.

  “Fuck it.” His hand slid down and took hers, interlocking their fingers as he led her across the lot toward the entrance of the Broken Spoke.

  The plug had to come out, anyway. He’d been lying to himself this whole night if he thought they were capable of a vanilla evening.

  The gratuitous once over from the prospect, who worked as a bouncer at the door of the bar, earned him a glare of warning from Dash. His woman. His internal dragon voiced his possessiveness.

  Once inside, he weaved her through the busy bar. He kept his head down, not needing any diversions right now. She tugged back when he put his hand on the women's bathroom door.

  “Wait!” she called over the sound of the tail end of Hey Joe by Hendrix. “What are you—”

  No time. He aimed for spontaneity and keeping her off kilter. She offered no further resistance when he entered the bathroom with her in tow. Dropping her hand, he surveyed the bathroom. He whistled once inside and the two women standing at the mirror eyed him as though he’d invaded the inner sanctum.

  “Out.” His voice rumbled with the feral desire he needed to quench.

  Still giving wary looks, the two women in the bathroom rushed out. Dash locked the door behind them. Shifting focus to his conquest, he grinned.

  He couldn’t read the look on her face. He suspected it was somewhere between anxious and excited. He hoped she leaned more toward the latter of the two.

  “Face the mirrors, bend over a little bit, and put your hands on the counter,” he ordered in a tone that left no room for argument. “Our safe words are still in play.” He wasn’t about to do anything without her permission. “If any of this is too much for you, what is your safe word to stop everything?”

  “Red,” she whispered immediately, but didn’t move.

  “What color are we, Liz?” he asked, watching her features.

  She pressed teeth into her bottom lip as she met his gaze. There was a good foot or two between them. He purposely did not want to invade her space. She may have a plug in her ass. It may have her feeling slightly more submissive than normal. It needed to be her choice to play—and that choice needed to be made with a clear—well clearish head.

  “Green.” Her cheeks turned the most adorable shade of red he’d ever seen.

  Nodding, he grinned his approval and waited for her to obey his order.

  The closed door to the bathroom muffled the soft rock music coming from the speakers and the conversation from the crowd at the bar. It allowed him to focus more fully on her, to take note of her body’s tension.

  Slowly, she turned and gazed at him in the mirror. Her slightly shaking hands rested on the counter and she bent timidly. The view was delightful, but could be better. Stepping behind her, he gently kicked at her feet.

  Following his non-verbal command, she shuffled her legs apart, making sure to keep an eye on him. He nodded, offering approval, but when she stopped, it wasn’t enough. So he tapped her thighs, coaxing more. He heard the gulp, saw the blush, but he had to hand it to her. She kept her eye on him as she further parted her legs.