Huck Page 13

  "He doesn't remember?"

  'He was so little. And I think he probably focused a lot more on what was wrong with his father and grandfather, than what was going on with them treating me badly. But once he figured out the truth, I think he felt guilty. Because they'd manipulated him, because he lied for them and felt like he betrayed me. That's part of why he checks in on me a lot. He feels like he has to make up for how he thinks he fucked me over once upon a time. He wants to make a fortune, then set me up for life."

  "Hey, if it's their money, that is kind of poetic in a way."

  "Yeah," I agreed. "I should buy my father's old house and turn it into a cocaine recovery center," I mused, smiling at the idea.

  "But only if you can see your grandmother's face when she finds out," Huck said.

  "I like the way you think," I told him, smiling.

  "So, when am I taking you to the dealership?"

  "The dealership?" I repeated.

  "To get you a bike," he clarified. "Now that we know they work, and can make your life a fuck of a lot easier."

  "Well, I haven't even tried to drive it yet."

  "Drive home," he said, shrugging.

  "I think that might be a bit much. And I'm not really, you know, dressed for it. Spread eagle on a bike with a skirt on," I said.

  "Alright. Well, we can try it out on the driveway sometime. It's not good that you can't get out of Dodge if shit ever hit the fan," he added, reminding me that while life did sort of go on, while we could go to my family's gathering, while we could even get a bite to eat in public, there were still threats around.

  It didn't escape me that Huck had a gun in a holster on his ankle, that there was something in his pocket that might have been a knife of some kind.

  There was someone that wanted to hurt them. And were willing to go through me to get to them.

  "Tomorrow," I said, tone a lot more serious than it had been a moment ago.

  He was right.

  I needed a way to get myself around, especially in some sort of emergency-type situation.

  "Still can't believe we ran into Teddy," Huck said, smiling.

  "I can't believe he stayed friends with you after you stole his car. With him in it."

  "I'm sure all the parties help," he said, smirking.

  "There's that," I agreed. "They seemed like a good time. You know, until the last one came to a grinding halt because of me."

  "Hey, just think, your seizure meant the house was empty when the drive-by happened," Huck said, tossing the plates up on the pizza pan, sliding out of the booth. "You probably saved some lives that night," he added as he stood, walking off to return the pan at the counter.

  I'd never even considered that.

  I'd been so wrapped up with Seeley getting hit, and being terrified, that I'd never considered the fact that the drive-by could have happened when dozens of strangers were still at the clubhouse.

  "You ready?" Huck asked, coming back to the table. "We probably should be limiting our time out in public still," he added as I slid out of the booth. "Arty still doesn't have anything for us to go on," he added, voice a little tight. "So it could be anyone at this point," he added as we made it back to the bike.

  "How do you live like this?" I asked, shaking my head. "All the uncertainty over who might want to kill you in cold blood?"

  "I've been doing this shit for a long time. Once the newness of fear wears off, you don't really feel it anymore."

  "But chopping cars doesn't sound like it was as dangerous as this is."

  "From a possible blood murder standpoint, yeah, that was a lot tamer. It was more of a getting caught by the law risk. And, honestly, babe, I prefer this to that."

  "A grave to a prison cell?"

  "Pretty fucking much," he agreed, hopping on the bike.

  I had the whole ride home to consider that, to try to decide which I would choose if I had to.

  My whole life had been a prison of sorts, so for someone like me, I guess the prison sentence wouldn't be so daunting. But for someone like Huck, more action-oriented, someone who really valued his freedom, I could see him not wanting to sign up to live like I always have.

  We got back to the clubhouse what felt like far too soon, and I had to force myself to release Huck, finding I liked being close to him way more than I should have.

  In fact, it was getting harder and harder to claim that what I felt toward him was just plain attraction. While, yes, there was that, there was more to it. It wasn't nearly that cut-and-dry. Especially not after having him by my side with my family, actively working in subtle ways to shield me from the unpleasantness I always felt there.

  I'd told him my story.

  I'd agreed to let him teach me to ride.

  That wasn't stuff you did when all you felt toward someone was a sort of detached attraction.

  He was a good guy.

  I think that was what was screwing me up. He wasn't just some asshole bad boy. He had that bad boy thing going for him, but it was paired with being an actual good man. And, well, that just wasn't fair.

  I totally could have fought off simple attraction.

  But actual interest?

  I was pretty sure I had enough examples in the past of how terrible I had been about the men I was into to know that I couldn't just turn it on and off. I always hung on until the bitter end, wanting my initial hunches to be right, wanting something good to come out of all that effort.

  It was stupid to think something good could come of my time with Huck. The man had admitted several times that women, to him, were for a good time only. He didn't do relationships. Of course he didn't. I mean no one in his little crew did.

  Which left me between that proverbial rock and hard place.

  Because I wanted something with him. And a part of me was weak enough to accept a physical thing because something was better than nothing. But I knew myself; I knew that it wouldn't be enough. I wasn't great with random hook-ups.

  "What's wrong?" Huck asked, snapping me out of my swirling thoughts.

  "What? Nothing. Why?" I asked.

  "Because we've been parked here for like five minutes, and you haven't climbed off yet," he told me. "Not that I'm complaining about having you wrapped all around me, babe, but I figure that it is never a good thing when chicks are silent."

  I practically flew off of him, off of the bike, reaching to pull the helmet off my head, placing it down on the seat.

  "No, everything is fine. I was just, you know, replaying the day over in my head. You know, like you do," I said, shrugging.

  "It wasn't a bad day," he said, sounding almost cautious, guarded. Like maybe he thought I was complaining?

  "No, it wasn't bad at all. It was almost good. I mean it can never actually be good to be there, but it was close to good. I even had fun a couple times."

  "Good," he said, towering over me, eyes intense.

  "I, ah, I was thinking of, you know, doing some laps before I go in. I feel all sticky," I added. It was half true. The other half was the fact that I felt overheated from being too close to him, and I figured cooling off in the pool would be a smart move. Get some distance from him and all that.

  "Sounds good," he said, nodding.

  I should have known.

  Really, I should have.

  He didn't mean That sounds good for you.

  He meant that sounds good in general.

  As in, he was planning on joining me.

  I learned this only after I went out back, stripped out of my dress, and dove into the water in only my barely-there panties and strapless bra, breaking into a swim, then slamming right into his hard body.

  And, well, I mean hard.

  Not just all those delicious muscles.

  But something else entirely.

  I came up gasping for air, feeling Huck's hands landing on my hips, giving me some stability as I reached up to wipe the water off my face.

  "What are you doing?" I asked, wincing at the accusation in my t
one.

  "Cooling off," he told me, brow lowering. "You were in a dress, babe. I had a fucking suit on," he reminded me, which only brought my attention to his lack of suit.

  "I, ah, I prefer the suit," I claimed, dumbly, since we both knew it was bullshit.

  "No, you don't," he contradicted me, smirking down at me. "In the suit, you wouldn't feel this the same way," he said, pulling me closer until my front met his, sending a shiver through me even as his hands slipped over my hips and down to cup my ass. "See?" he asked when my breath gasped in when he dragged my hips to his, making his cock press into my stomach.

  "Huck, we..." I started, not sure what my objection was going to be since my body was practically humming with need.

  I didn't get to finish the thought anyway because Huck turned us and pressed me up against the side of the pool, grinding his hardness against me.

  My lips parted on a low whimper a second before his lips crashed to mine, claimed mine. There was no other way to describe it. His lips were hard, demanding.

  His teeth nipped my lower lip as my thighs lifted, wrapped around his lower back, giving me the leverage I needed to rock my hips against him, finding myself absolutely shameless in my need.

  It didn't matter that we were in the pool, that the others were likely in the house behind us, that someone would be looking out the window right that moment.

  All I could think about was him.

  His tongue in my mouth.

  His hard cock against my cleft.

  His hand as it yanked down the front of my bra, exposing my breasts to the water, his palm closing over one, squeezing hard.

  His thumb and forefinger grabbed my nipple, rolling, squeezing, getting it to a painful peak as his hips started to grind against me, driving me upward.

  The sound of a throat clearing nearly made me jump out of my skin, every limb flailing out, but Huck's lips stayed firm on mine.

  Then the throat clearing sounded for the second time, dragging a growling noise out of Huck.

  "Yeah, I hear you," he said, lips still on mine. "Fuck off."

  "Far be it from me to tell you who you can fuck and when," Remy said, sounding as carefree as ever. "But I feel like I need to remind you that there are still threats out there. The kind who carry automatic weapons. And that you might not be your sharpest in reaction time if you're in the middle of fucking. Just my two cents," he said, sounding amused as he walked off.

  "Damnit," Huck snapped, lips finally pulling from mine, his eyes opening, looking as needy as I felt. "He's right," he added, tone apologetic as his hand went down, trying to yank my wet bra back into place. "Hold on," he added, going toward the steps.

  "What... no... you're going to drop me," I gasped as he started to climb.

  "Babe, just hold the fuck on," he demanded, blowing out his breath as his arm went under my ass, keeping me up high as he got us fully out of the pool, water cascading down.

  "Put me down, Huck," I demanded as he just started walking.

  "Nope," he said, moving toward the back door.

  "Everyone is going to know that..." I started, then felt my back slammed against the house, his lips sealing over mine, cutting off my objections.

  He kissed me until my body felt molten again, until all rational thoughts left my head.

  "I don't give a fuck who knows," he told me after breaking away, then pulled me off the wall, and carried me inside, through the kitchen, up toward the front of the house.

  I could hear the guys, knew they could see, but also that there wasn't much to be done at this point. Remy had seen us, after all. And despite what they often liked to claim, guys gossiped just as much as women do.

  So I pressed my face to Huck's shoulder so I didn't have to see anyone's reaction, and let him carry me upstairs, down the hall, into the master bedroom.

  Maybe I should have mustered the strength to object again.

  But the fact of the matter was, I didn't want to.

  What was the point?

  All of this seemed inevitable.

  Putting it off accomplished nothing.

  So I let him bring me into the room, kick the door closed behind us, walk me over to the side of the bed, then finally lower me down to my own feet.

  "What's the matter?" I asked when he paused there, looking down at me.

  "We have an agreement."

  "An agreement?" I repeated, brows pinching together.

  "That I'm not fucking you until you beg," he said, lips curving up.

  Oh, the bastard.

  Of course he would hold me to that.

  "Huck, come on..."

  "Nope. That's not the right word," he said, clucking his tongue, acting like we both weren't balls of need right then.

  "Please," I said. And even though it came out frustrated and annoyed, sharper than it would have if I was actually begging, he accepted it.

  Huck wasted no time in reaching out, hands going behind me back to work my clasps free, tossing my drenched bra toward the side before his greedy hands were moving down, rolling my panties down my legs.

  My hands grabbed at his board shorts, yanking them down over his hips, thighs, then finally having them fall to the floor.

  A low, whimpering sound escaped me as my hand slid down his chest, over the indents of his stomach, then, finally, closed around his cock, something that made Huck suck in his breath as I stroked him, my thumb rubbing over the head as a thrill moved through my body at the idea of having him inside me.

  "Babe..." Huck said, voice tight, desperate.

  I was beginning to understand that sensation all too well.

  My hand slid behind him, sinking into his ass, pulling him forward as I sat back off the side of the bed.

  A sexy as hell growling noise escaped him as my hand stroked him to the hilt as I leaned forward, my lips closing around the head of his cock.

  His hands moved out—one to the back of my neck, one to the top of my head—as I started to suck him, slow and careful at first, then faster as his sounds urged me on.

  "Fuck, babe, wait," he said, voice tight as his hand slipped into my wet strands, yanking my hair until his cock slipped out of my mouth.

  His hands slipped down, grabbing my hips, sinking in, and tossing me up onto the bed, head going between my thighs before I could even suck in a breath.

  His tongue slid up my cleft, finding my clit, and working it with precision, slowing and quickening in tune with my whimpers and moans, the clawing of my fingers on his shoulders, his back, the writhing of my hips against his mouth.

  His hand moved between us, slipping inside me, thrusting wildly as he drove me up, up, up.

  "No!" I cried when his lips left me, his fingers pulled out of me.

  "Want to feel you come around my cock," he told me, moving up to reach into his nightstand, grabbing a box of condoms I'd found on my first night in this room.

  Finished with the protection, Huck grabbed my legs, yanking them straight up in the air, resting them against his shoulder as he slammed deep inside me.

  "Fuck," he hissed as his cock settled deep, a sound that was nearly drowned out by my moan.

  Gone was any concern about the other men in the house, who might be hearing us right in that moment.

  I was too lost in it, in him, to care.

  Huck's arms wrapped around my thighs as he started to fuck me.

  Hard.

  Fast.

  I expected no different from a man like him.

  His hands grabbed my knees, pushing them into my chest, giving me a glorious view of his strong body as he continued to fuck me.

  The tight jaw, the intense eyes, his strong chest, his abdominal muscles that contracted with each thrust.

  "Huck... harder," I demanded, feeling that catalyst hanging there, just out of reach.

  On a growl, his body shifted down, balancing on his arms, his weight pressing me into the mattress as his hands hooked under my shoulders, holding me in place as he fucked me harder still, each thrust
making the headboard knock against the wall.

  I raked my nails down his back as I wrapped my legs around him, rocking up as he thrust, feeling the tightening inside, knowing how close I was.

  "Come, Harmon," Huck demanded, voice rough, tight. "Come," he demanded again, slamming inside me so deep there was a pinch, a pain that somehow gave me that edge I needed, sending me over the cliff, making the orgasm crash through me. "Fuck," Huck hissed as I spasmed around him, driving him toward that edge. "Fuck, Harm—" he growled, forehead resting in the crook of my neck as he buried deep, body tensing as he came.

  We stayed like that for a long couple of moments as we tried to slow our breathing, bring some calm back to the chaos in our bodies.

  "What?" I asked when I could feel Huck's body vibrating, a chuckle moving through his chest.

  "You were worried about the guys knowing what was going on," he said.

  "Yeah..." I agreed, brows furrowing.

  "Babe," he started, pushing up to smirk down at me, "I think the entire goddamn town knows I fucked you tonight," he informed me, smile pure male pride. And, damn him, he'd earned it, so I couldn't even be mad about it.

  "Hey, now, everyone knows I was fucked, no one knows who did it."

  "No? he asked, sitting back, sliding out of me. "Because that was my name you screamed when you came," he said, hopping off the bed, grabbing my knee, half-flipping me onto my belly, so that he could land a loud, hard slap to my ass before walking off to the bathroom, pure swagger in his step.

  I should have been worrying about the guys, about facing them in the morning after they'd heard me getting fucked by their president, but I couldn't seem to hold onto any of those kinds of thoughts as I rolled onto my back, sliding up on the bed.

  That was when I saw it.

  A strange light out of the corner of my eye.

  A green light, to be exact.

  My head whipped over toward the side of the room where my computer was set up, not seeing anything.

  I tried to tell myself I was seeing things, that maybe a reflection had come through the window or something, even though it seemed unlikely.