Gone For You: New Kings Motorcycle Club Page 2

  Sexy, sexy man.

  Most sexy of all. Most of all. He was Cale.

  Cale.

  A still asleep Cale, but he seemed incapable of anything but vigilance. His breath filling his chest and colliding with mine inhaled and exhaled any thoughts I had for reality, whisking them away as I welcomed the enveloping passion for Cale I'd never shaken, never even wanted to. I was mad for this man. A man now. This was the first time I'd seen him not so young. I could not keep my eyes off every inch of him.

  I was burning to be this close to Cale.

  Cale.

  Cale Logan.

  His eyes shot open but he looked at me with only warmth. He was a like a fierce predatory cat to me now, strong and sleek. I felt he was protective of me. I felt safe with Cale, no matter how little I knew. I realized that though we had done a lot of catching up, I still didn't know that much about what Cale really did now. Who he really was now. It stung.

  "My-my uncle," I stammered, needing to really tell him not just what my life was like before I was back in this town, but what was happening now. I was grateful to be able to just talk easy with him last night, but now I felt the harshness of day and reality closing around me and knew that I needed to tell him what was up. Part of me knew that he would keep me safe and to do that I was going to have to 'fess up. "My uncle let me stay with him, but he's not who I remember and it is not what I had in mind," I gave the understatement of the year, hearing my words coming out a thousand miles a minute but it was the only way I was getting this out.

  Saving me from my stammering, Cale pulled my face to his, our lips almost touching, words soft yet firm. His lips ignited me with then touch. I felt ten feet tall and all precious small like he always had made me feel.

  My whole body tightened, heat pooling in my belly at his tongue exploring mine. I could feel the curl of white-hot, electric lust pulsing throughout me from his kiss capturing me. Flames curled to my belly from the warmth of his hands on my face. I shivered, trembled against him, needing him so badly I thought I was losing my mind. I was drowning in the firmness of him against me.

  Coming up to breathe, his blazing eyes locked me in again.

  "Baby, if they hurt you in any way, you tell me now. but you don't owe me or those racists fucks anything. They hurt you, Sher?"

  "N-n-no," I hated myself for stuttering, but I felt secure in my want to tell him why I was so scared. "My uncle wouldn't - but he wouldn't stop his friends and his friends, they would."

  Fury gleamed through Cale's eyes in a way that made him look dangerous. But I wasn't scared of him, or for the person on the other end. He made me feel safe. I didn't know what to do with that, so I willed my mind not to do anything with it.

  "They haven't though," I added quickly, not wanting him to get the wrong idea when I didn't want to spell out the awful things I feared. "And I haven't seen you because I haven't been able to leave my room. I lock myself in my room most of the time, and I wanted to see the sun without the glass and that's why I was outside when you came for me."

  4 - Cale

  SHERRY HAD EVERY reason to think the MC was scary. It fucking was. Is. She is right.

  But I know I'll never leave the MC because I am never going to change.

  I'm scary.

  And I'm sure as hell not letting her go.

  "No, Sherry. You love me. You came back to me. We've been together this whole time, even if not in person, and I'm not going to let you out of my arms, unless it is to put you on my bike. You may not be a MC chick, but you'll get it. We're going for a ride. Put this helmet on, then wrap around me tight, baby, because you gotta get your head into focus."

  Sherry didn't say anything. Her lip trembled, her hands shook as she put the helmet on.

  No, I'm not a good man.

  I'm a biker. And I know she's gonna be my old lady, and I sure as fuck ain't letting her go. Nope, she's all mine. She's gonna see it.

  Plus, I knew when I told her to wrap around me that it made her a little weak in the knees. Literally. They bowed against me a little, and her eyes glossed over dusky like. My woman wants me.

  My. Woman.

  She just needed to see it.

  When I started up our very loud ride, I smiled when she squeezed me tighter. Fuck, our ride. I was totally gone for her and I just fucking knew there was no way that I was letting go.

  But taking a nice route through hills and mountains, feeling each curve in the road as we whipped through wind together, time was water around us that was inconsequential.

  She held tight as she needed to, but she let go.

  Sherry was mine.

  Gone for me.

  Gone for the road.

  Felt everything melt away when we got to a tree she might remember.

  This was the place I'd taken her one time, on a picnic, something no other living person that had ever met me was ever gonna fucking know I'd done, much less that I had suggested.

  I'd said goodbye to her here. We'd kissed for the first time here at this tree. We were young then, and holding hands made our hearts race out of time.

  She didn't know that I'd been literally fucking savin' myself for her.

  No one knew it - I was a big badass biker virgin but even if my stupid ass hadn't known realized that was what I was doing, there was no one but Sherry for me and now, now I knew that.

  I'd read plenty about sex. I'd even talked to some of the hangarounds.

  Told the hangarounds never to tell anyone we didn't fuck. Asked 'em what felt good, this or that. I wasn’t oblivious to all the details. I just hadn’t acted on them yet. My cock was not thrilled with this, but it was better to stroke myself to relieve the tension than to bother with a bunch of bitches I didn’t want stick. I wanted Sherry.

  Sure, it was weird that I never did anything to 'em after those conversations, but I figured that they all thought I was just a fuckin' serial killer or necrophiliac or something.

  I pulled her off the bike, having to peel her off me, and I watched as she took off the helmet.

  My dick strained so hard it hurt to be trapped in my jeans at the natural way her shiny, long hair flowed out of the helmet and swept around her head like a fuckin' angel.

  She goddamn glowed in the sunlight.

  I wanted to tear off her clothes and see how she really glowed everywhere. See her handful breasts straining her tee shirt would feel like if I squeezed, taste like if I sucked her nipple to hard peaks.

  I instead pointed toward my bag, which she handed to me. A small gesture, but I sickly got off on wordlessly telling her what I wanted. On how she did it for me. And, oh, yes, she did it for me. My cock was pressing so hard against my jeans I grimaced a little. I’d waited this long and I simply couldn’t wait anymore.

  Her eyes were still hooded with lust. Her big eyes looked up at me from under those thick, sexy lashes framing them and she was too fucking much to handle. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

  Whatever thoughts about running, about being away from me she had before were not on the menu right now.

  I was on her menu. And I really fuckin' liked that.

  I pulled out a blanket, sat it by the tree.

  Same blanket, same tree. We looked at each other, and she asked with some small uttering, and I nodded, then pulled her close to me, wrapping my arms around her tiny little body and pressing it against me. I used every ounce of self control I had to not fuck her now, no conversation, no nothing. I knew she wanted it. Knew I needed it. But I couldn’t do that to my Sherry. I had to control myself.

  Well, I didn’t need to control everything…

  Crushing her tiny little body against mine, I could feel her nipples straining against the leather of my cut. Her little heart was racing, she was breathing fast and shallow against me.

  Pressed my lips hard into hers, I laid her down on the blanket. I stole all her breath and sucked her up into me, holding her immobile against me. Her hot little body pressing against my straining cock m
ade me crazy. Pressing my tongue into her mouth hard, I let her know the true fuck she would be getting soon.

  She moaned in my mouth I nipped at her tongue a little bit. I was wild and I couldn’t help it. Didn’t wanna.

  I hope she knew this wasn’t gonna be a fucking picnic. I was a man now. The only thing we'd be eating today...well, I had every intention of enjoying my woman.

  5 - Sherry

  OH THOR.

  NO, really, oh my fucking Thor.

  Yep, fucking.

  Because I was actually going to have sex with Cale Logan.

  And it wasn't because I was such a virgin that she couldn't resist her super sexy first love.

  It wasn't because I couldn't resist the big bad biker that had drove her over here.

  It wasn't because he said it was going to happen, then whisked her off on his bike, and it was happening.

  It wasn't because of how damned bad I wanted it.

  It wasn't because my first real crazy bend-my-belly-in-heat kiss happened here, but it was all because...

  Getting her head in focus was what he had called it. And that was right. It was because she had got it into focus, and it was because he had known.

  Because of what he had shown her. Because he knew to show it to her.

  Because he knew her.

  But that wasn't making it any easier for her. She was a virgin.

  A fucking virgin.

  No, really, a fucking virgin.

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  Fuck!

  "Oh Thor Cale!"

  And then I heard how silly I sounded. I laughed. I’d always said “Thor” instead of god and he knew that. I often kept it to my thoughts, though I had shared it with Cale a long time ago. When he laughed like that I felt my panties melt to butter. I had to just tell him.

  "I am a virgin," I said, looking into his deep green eyes. I clenched my thighs together, aching for him the way he was looking at me.

  I don't know how I got to look into those eyes and say those words, but I know it did something to me.

  Something in my swimsuit parts.

  I laughed again.

  Damn, if Cale didn't think I was crazy...

  He pulled my waist to his, encircling me and pulling me up to him.

  My feet never needed to touch the ground again, they way it felt him swooping me up My breasts were near painfully (and deliciously so at that) pressed against the hard wall of his muscled chest. I groaned a little, overtaken by my need for him.

  He kissed me. Kissed me for only the third time now? It was a kiss like nothing I had ever felt before. Every inch of me melted, shattered into a thousand pieces. This was not a gentle kiss. No, he overtook me, claimed me as his, dominated me. His tongue explored my own, explored my mouth, made sensual moves inside me that started in mouth and that I felt everywhere. I was lost in him. Heard my moan in his mouth like it was somewhere else because I was floating, falling, lost in him.

  Finally needing to breathe, he released me. There was such...hunger in his eyes. I felt like a trapped animal, about to be captured as prey.

  Except I was captured.

  And I wanted every minute of everything he was offering me.

  His thumb grazed my lips, so slightly, but I felt myself really fucking melting. Melting into those arms that felt they were always supposed to hold me. The way the firm, callused pad of his thumb burned me up with that slight touch, I could die happy then. Except those strong arms, corded with intense muscles and covered in all sorts of ink that was dangerous, sexy, dangerously sexy...I needed more. So much more!

  "You waited for me baby."

  It was a statement, not a question.

  I gazed deep into his eyes, and nodded like a little kid. Not a little kid anymore...and not waiting anymore...

  Yeep.

  I waited for him...

  I did more than wait.

  Suddenly I couldn't be serene in the moment, and words poured out of me like I felt them. "I didn't have a choice, and I never had one. I have always been for you, you are the only boy whose hand I held or who I kissed. No way in hell any hands were going on Cale's girl." I felt a little silly after I said it but I could tell he was pleased.

  "Damn, well, you're about to me my woman. Say it, say that no one is ever touchin' Sherry's man, because no one has babe."

  I was stunned.

  He was very serious about me saying I was his woman. But I was a bundle of nerves in a not so good way now. "What if I am not any good, Cale? What if it sucks and we never shoulda waited?" I could hardly process that he had waited for me, too.

  He scooped me up like I was a giant baby, but I felt all woman close to his heart, pressing to his chest.

  "Damn if that ain't the dumbest shit ever, Sher, you don't even fuckin' mean that do you?" That pulled me from my reverie, how I was so grateful that he could have waited for me. The way he looked, any woman would have eaten him up faster than chocolate, but he wanted me.

  "Oh Thor, of course not…” I was proud that I didn’t stammer, but I was talking too damned fast and couldn’t stop. “But I am just so damn nervous. I know it is supposed to be sweet and magical and perfect-"

  "Stop rambling, baby, and while the way you always say Thor instead of god is damned adorable, I am about to be the only damned god you call out you."

  "Does that mean I need to blame you every time I stub my toe?"

  "Pretty sure it just means you need to beseech me to damn the toe."

  "Beseech, Cale Logan? Damn if you needed me as a tutor."

  "Aww, I sure as fuck did. And beseech is just a sexy word for beg. Why don't you say it again, baby?"

  "I think it has too much hiss. Would you prefer beg?"

  "Maybe I would prefer some begging. Maybe I better just get you out of these jeans. Baby, I didn't have sex with anyone else, but I sure as hell plan on making it damned good for you. You just tell me what you like, anything you don't. I am all about making you beg tonight, Sher. Beg for more."

  I think I actually fucking swooned, and he held me against him for an extra second before he laid me on the blanket again, attacking my pants as promised.

  Each moment his fingers slipped down my jeans, quick as it was, I felt time stop and my lust for Cale make my whole body burn for him.

  His fingers, his mouth, were all over me. Pressing my shirt up, he squeezed my breasts. Hard. It felt good and I groaned his name.

  His hot tongue dipped onto my stomach, and moved down to my aching cunt.

  “I want to lick your gorgeous cunt until you scream for me to suck harder,” that’s what Cale said to me.

  His mouth trailed down, locked over every sensitive part of my flesh, and his hands groped my breasts possessively.

  Even with the outside air whipping against my skin, I was under the spell and protection of Cale. He’s like a massive shield of muscle above me and I tremble beneath him with need.

  The feel of his tongue and lips against my cunt drives me wild. I am sopping wet for him. I am shaking underneath him. His mouth, his tongue, now his teeth, and I’m shuddering. Heat shoots from me and I’m shattered and reborn from the strength of my orgasm against his face. Drinking me up, Cale brings me to an incredible peak of desire.

  I know I said something, but I’m so gone it is like I’m just stuck in ecstasy so far I hardly know what I’m saying or doing. I just know I don’t want Cale to stop what he’s doing.

  I screaming out for him. His hands cup my face. His face comes up to mine, and I taste the tangy flavor of me with the maleness of him in my mouth. He kisses me possessively, his mouth devouring mine with intensity but caressing his lips to mine like we were made for only this.

  His arms wrap around my body. Pulling me tight to him, he thrusts his large cock deep into, filling me up like he’s searing me. I’m so full with him, and he rolls his hips against me, holding his body and mine together, that I feel I couldn’t possibly take so much of him. Splitting me, he pumps his cock int
o me deeper and harder, his rolling his tantalizing me. The skin of him against mine driving me over the edge.

  My pleasure boils within me an the electric surge of sexual energy within me explodes me like a thunderstorm.

  Shuddering against him, my wet cunt clenches around him. I feel his large cock larger yet within me and spurting hot jets of come into my womb. Those strong arms keep me safe and hold me so tight. I’m so gone for him, I didn’t realize I’d been squeezing my eyes shut until he kisses my closed eyes, coming down from his high of orgasm, but still buried inside me.

  “I love you, Sherry,” Cale growled against my lips.

  “I love you, Cale,” I said, breathy from the exertion of the incredible, incredible sex we just had.

  6 - Cale

  IN MY DAD’S words so very long ago when I had seen him with one of the hangarounds, when I was so young. Eating pussy is a lot different than joking about it. A man in lust says dumb shit like pussy tastes like honey, like a fruity herbal tea.

  No, pussy tastes like pussy, and for that I am grateful. A man gone for his girl knows that.

  Sherry tasted great, she felt great, and when she moved or moaned or shivered like I seemed to be able to make her do in so many ways, Sherry was just so goddamn perfect I couldn't handle it.

  Judging by the squirming, the yelling, the sighing, the shaking, Sherry couldn't handle the Perfect. I gave her Perfects one, two, and then three when I couldn't stand not having my dick inside her. I didn't go for a condom and she didn't notice or give a fuck. I was clean, she was clean, and I wanted to feel the real her against me. And it was all of her against me that I wanted to feel. I hugged every inch of her to every inch of me and squeezed the life out of her. Shivering so good against me, she squeezed the hell out me, so tight and so perfect.

  "Does it hurt babe? Do you want it slow?"

  "F-f-fu, fuck me fast and hard Cale," she sighed out, "I need you Cale."

  She said my name, I was gone.

  Sherry told me she needed me, I was gone all over again.

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  Sherry, what you need to know about my MC...