Page 14 of Viper

Viper

“What do you want done with him?” Ox stares toward me, his body boxed and wide in the night.

“Take him outside county lines.” I glance back at him. “You come back to Rugged Mountain, and I’ll murder you. Do you hear me? Dead. No conversation, no second chances, just dead.”

The measly man nods as tears fall from his face. It’s always hilarious to me how men have a change of heart in the eleventh hour. They can all be huge, fucking assholes that hurt everyone around them until it’s time for their punishment. Then they get weak. I have no sympathy for this bullshit.

Ox tosses this sad excuse for a man into his truck, while Reaper follows behind in Craig’s piece of shit Toyota. It’s times like this, I’m thankful to have friends that aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty, even if I’m a little bummed that Ox is branching off with his own security business next month. I get that he’ll enjoy working with his brothers, but it won’t be the same without him.

With the window fixed and the guys gone, I head into the small cabin behind me, making note of everything I see. For years I fantasized about this woman. I wondered what she ate, what she liked, what her favorite color was. It’s funny that you can have a connection with someone without all that. That chemistry can take over and make decisions that our minds don’t trust until later.

Dark green walls, pictures in frames, a box of cheese crackers, and a half-eaten bowl of grapes. Her home is lived in and surrounded with things that tell her story. I memorize the small details of the room as I walk through the hallway toward the running water.

I’m moving slow to calm my dick the fuck down, but it’s not working. I’m hard. Really, fucking hard, and all I want is to finally claim what’s mine.

I knock twice on the bathroom door and wait impatiently behind it for her response.

“Yeah…” Her tone is soft as she says, “Come in.”

Steam fills the bathroom and fogs the small space. A flowered curtain hangs closed and two towels dangle on a nearby rack.

“You want company? I’m filthy and could really use a shower.”

The curtain slides open slightly and Clem peeks out. “Yeah.” There’s a shake in her tone, like maybe she’s nervous. “Come on in. There’s not much room, but we can make it work.”

Seeing her bare shoulders shouldn’t excite me as much as it does. They’re only shoulders, but there’s something about her bare shoulders that turn me on. I’ve never seen them before. They’re delicate, smooth, and my teeth ache to scrape against them.

I unzip my jeans and hurry my clothes to the floor before pulling back the curtain to unveil the woman I’ve been fantasizing about for way too damn long.

Her hair is covered in suds and little white bubbles travel down her frame and pop intermittently as they reach her heavy breasts.

Fuck. I swallow hard and drag in a deep breath as I glance down at her bright red pussy. She’s excited, swollen, ready for me.

Water pulsates over the top of her head, soaking her thick curves as she rinses away the soap that’s been lathered. The scent of wildflowers surrounds us. It’s her shampoo that smells so good.

I step forward and wrap my arms around her slippery frame, letting my hands slide down over her breasts and onto her hard nipples. She sighs as I move toward her cute little belly and onto her inner thighs.

My finger slides in, then two. Whatever reserve I’d saved up is gone. I’m going to fuck her, and I’m going to make her mine.

Her body presses against me, and with each thrust of my hand, tiny little sighs slip from her lips, and my cock only grows harder.

Hot water beats down on her back and I grip her throat, kissing her lips slowly, passionately, desperately.

She moans into my mouth as I push into her faster and harder. “You’re so fucking tight, little angel. You sure you’re ready for my cock?”

Her lips spread, and she grips hold of my length, pumping it in her hands as her eyes stay on me. “I don’t know. You’re the biggest I’ve ever had. I’m a little nervous.”

Well, my ego is filled. “You’ll take my cock like a good girl, won’t you?”

She hums under her breath as her hips grind against my hands.

I lean in and suck her hard nipple into my mouth, biting down as I pull away.

“Oh fuck!” Her tone is bright and surprised, but judging by the wetness that’s on my hand, I’d say she likes it.

“Be a good girl and ask for my dick.”

“Is that what you need? You need a good girl to ask you for things? Do you have to feel needed, Abe?” She giggles. “Or maybe I should call you Viper? The things Viper was doing were pretty hot too!”

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