Biker’s Property: Property of Steel (Rebel Barbarians MC #5)

Chapter 18 – STEEL

Chapter Eighteen

STEEL

I follow her into the tight, cramped bathroom, grateful that Brinley cleaned this place up recently and the smell of lemon Fabuloso fills the room. I worked at a Sinclairs one summer and have the scent of that lemon Fabuloso burned into my nostrils. The strange nostalgia only makes me want Joslin more.

She instinctively presses her back against the sink to look me in the eye. Joslin is so fucking pretty. Her skin is darker than her mother’s and her hair is different – thick curls that seem like I could easily get lost in them.

“Why don’t we go back to the air mattress so you can nap?” Joslin asks, now that she clues in to my reasons for bringing her into the bathroom.

Club tradition. Desire. My need to stay far away from security cameras.

I know she doesn’t want me, but my dick has been hard the second I walked through this door.

And we don’t have much time. I promised Hunter I would be right behind him. My heart races. She’s going here willingly, not knowing how many secrets I still have, not knowing that I’m keeping them from her because I know the truth will scare her off.

Maybe there’s some way I can make this hurt her less.

Kissing her was the worst thing I could have done for my self-control. This will only make it worse… but first, I will make her feel damn good.

“I’ll take my clothes off,” Joslin says, her fight completely gone. My body stiffens as I think about how many times that strange bastard dragged her off to bed against her will. She submits to what she imagines will be painful and unpleasurable with no spirit.

This isn’t what I want.

“No,” I say to her, letting go of her hand and touching her full lips with my thumb again because I can’t help it. “Don’t do that.”

“You want me to turn around.”

My cheeks turn red. Yes. But not yet. I shake my head and keep steady eye contact with Joslin as I drop slowly to my knees. She looks down at me for the first time – normally she has to tilt her head to look into my eyes.

“What are you doing?”

I reach for the waistband of her St. Louis Blues sweatpants and pull them over her small, shapely ass, and draw them to the ground. Her legs are thin and muscular, with a nice shape. She has thin leg hair all over her small legs and I can’t help but plant a soft kiss on her thighs.

“You know what I’m doing…”

She pulls her legs away from me a little, but she doesn’t fight as I reach for the waist of her underwear, my heart pounding as I pull it away from her mound. Her underwear already feels damp and sticky, stuck between her folds. Joslin swivels her hips a little, helping me to get her underwear off.

My dick nearly bursts out of my fucking jeans. She has the prettiest, puffiest brown pussy lips that I have ever seen. They are so thick and full with juices that my tongue no longer craves whiskey. I have a new taste for something that looks just as sweet and dark brown as cognac.

“I don’t,” she says seriously, shivering as I softly touch her puffy outer pussy lips. It’s hard not to cum in my pants. She is fucking dripping.

“What kind of husband did you have, church girl?” I whisper, touching her lower lips again. She stifles a soft noise that almost sounds like a moan. I know she’ll sound even better when I get her screaming. Get her to admit what she wants. Joslin’s instincts push her in the wrong direction and she squeezes her legs together.

Wrong choice. It’s too easy to pry them apart. I grab her thighs and pull them apart, a gooey string of clear juices pooling between her two puffy lips. I have never seen a pussy like this. Sexy dark brown flesh over her entrance and then those clear juices everywhere.

“You are so fucking wet…”

I slide my finger between her lips and she makes an uncomfortable whimper at first. My dick jumps in my pants again because pushing my fingers between her lips gives me access to her pulsating warmth. Her pussy is hot with desire already and I haven’t even put my tongue between her thighs. I move my fingers slowly and juices drip from Joslin’s pussy lips.

When I move my face closer to her lower lips, Joslin sticks her hand out and pushes it against my forehead, stopping me. I look up at her, my body tingling as her fingers slide through my hair.

“What’s wrong, church girl?”

“Your mouth…”

She looks confused.

“Something wrong with it?”

“You’re putting…”

“It’ll make you feel good,” I tell her. “Now hush…”

I move her hand away from me and clamp down on her hips so she doesn’t make a stronger effort to get away from me. Clamping down on her gives me the control that I want. She can’t wriggle away even if she wants to. I move my head forward again and slide my tongue between those puffy lips, tasting her juices for the first time.

Fuck, that pussy is sweet. Joslin makes a loud whimpering moan when my tongue first contacts her clit and that soft nub feels just as large and puffy as her sexy outer lips. My lips spread hers apart and I suck on her clit while I rub my tongue over the little pearl and turn those quiet whimpers into deep moans that Joslin is desperate to stifle.

She acts like it’s the first time she has a tongue between her legs. I like it. I hold her legs apart and then move on to tasting and sampling every inch of Joslin’s sexy lower lips.

Her body trembles as her pussy juices over those thighs. I spread her wider and flatten my tongue so I can taste every inch of Joslin’s pussy. The sleek, soft hair covering her mound just makes her heady feminine scent even more delicious. I spread her with my lips and tongue, focusing my attention on her clit again after my tongue slips lustily between all her folds.

Once I bring my tongue back to Joslin’s clit, she pushes her ass back against the ceramic sink to steady herself and her body yields to the pleasure. Her thighs relax in my hands and she spreads herself more as I bury my nose and tongue between her legs.

Joslin’s soft moans pick up and her legs tremble as her body prepares for the crash of an orgasm. Her breathing gets shallow and those moans she desperately tried to hide earlier escape without Joslin’s consent. As Joslin speeds towards an inevitable climax her pussy lips get stickier and wetter.

“I can’t… I can’t…” she gasps as I get the job done and push her over the edge with slow, firm and circular movements around her growing nub. Then Joslin lets out that final cry as I push her over the edge, losing control. Her hands slip from the ceramic sink, but I have her ass cheeks cupped in my palms so she doesn’t fall over. I gently French kiss her outer lips and then lick them clean as wave after wave of climax forces a moan out of Joslin.

I don’t want to stop kissing her pussy. But time… and then… there’s her. The woman I thought I would bend over and fuck in this damn gas station. Instead, I’m the one on my knees for a church girl. My chest heaves with the impossible mix of desire and impatience as I pull myself away from Joslin’s soaked pussy.

She looks down at me with her dark, elegant eyes, long lashes spreading out from her dark brown face. I can read the confusion on her and just kiss the top of her mound, causing her to regain some sense of herself and push against my head again.

I let Joslin take this tiny bit of control over me, even if she already has more than enough control getting me to kneel on these tiles to eat her soft ass pussy until she creams…

“Why did you do that?” She asks fiercely, as if I did something terrible and unheard of.

“Because I wanted to,” I answer honestly, pushing her shirt up and kissing her stomach, which somehow feels even more taboo to touch than her pussy now that I’ve had my tongue all the way up there.

“Who does that kind of thing?”

“Everybody.”

She shakes her head. “Not in my marriage.”

“What you and I have won’t be a thing like that marriage of yours,” I whisper, kissing the forbidden patch of skin I exposed on her stomach again. She keeps her fingers tangled in my hair, but she doesn’t push me away. I don’t care what Joslin does as long as she continues to touch me and doesn’t dare think about stopping.

“You and I don’t have anything,” she says, as my kiss travels down from her stomach dangerously close to her pussy.

I look up at her, prepared to point out that I just ate her pussy to orgasm and the two of us will definitely have something after I’ve done a thing like that.

But the boss calls.

I don’t pick up after the first two rings because I still want to say something to Joslin about her incorrect proclamation. But of course, she pipes up.

“It might be important.”

I glance at my phone, hoping it isn’t.

But it's Southpaw. And when I answer, he sounds just about ready to blow my damn eardrums out. Joslin smirks as she hears him chew me out. I let Southpaw spew his bullshit about how long me and Hunter keep him waiting.

“I’ll be there,” I tell him. “I’m doing a good deed. I got caught up.”

“What do you mean by that?” Southpaw growls back.

“I’ll tell you when I get there. I need a place to stash… something important to me…”

My thumb lightly strokes circles on Joslin’s hip. No way in hell I’m bringing this pretty woman around to Oske’s trailer where she can meet Ruger Blackwood, Ethan Shaw, and the other assholes in the club. If you want an old lady to stay yours and stay safe, you protect her.

“Gideon has four rooms booked at the Coyote Coconut Motel... It’s on the reservation, a few miles away from Oske’s trailer.”

“Do Indians own it?”

“Do we really have time to drag race into this?”

“That’s not what I meant. It’s just… I need the place to be secure.”

“It’s secure,” Southpaw says. “Now get your asses down here.”