Hurry.
And then he was probing, his cockhead parting her pu**y lips to plunge inside her with one violent push. Her pu**y tightened around him in welcome, her orgasm fast approaching.
“Oh. Oh, God, Diaz.”
He didn’t speak, just half pulled out before harshly penetrating her again. Was he watching the sex going on around them? Did he see Spencer f**king Stephanie’s widespread thighs as she stood against one of the buildings? Did he see Crush being sucked by those two gorgeous women, or any of the other people f**king around them? Or was he concentrating on her ass, on the view of his c**k disappearing between her pu**y lips?
Her answer came when he leaned over and reached between her legs, finding her cl*tand rubbing it with deliberate strokes.
“I want you to come on my dick, Jessie. Watch all these people f**k and come for me.”
She couldn’t focus now; she was too lost in the sensations of his cock, his fingers, and the magic they created. She whimpered, cried out when he hit that spot, and lost it completely when her cl**ax roared through her.
“Yes! Fuck me, harder, I’m coming!” Her pu**y gripped his dick and waves of ecstasy washed over her. She grabbed on to the hay bale and bucked back against Diaz.
She heard his guttural groans as he came, his body pressed tight against her in powerful shudders that nearly equaled those she’d experienced. She held tight to the hay bales as he nearly f**ked her off her legs until he finally spent all he had and slowed his movements, his bare legs pressed against hers. He kissed her neck, caressed her breasts, then withdrew, lifting her up and pulling her clothes in place before he’d fixed his own. After he’d taken care of himself, he pulled her around to face him, locking gazes with her. He kissed her, a deep but soft and tender kiss that left her with more questions than answers. When he pulled back, his gaze was dark but warm.
“You have a black eye,” she said, tracing the bruises on his face, the cuts that would need tending to.
He pulled her hand away, kissed her palm. “I’m fine.”
“You always are,” she said, smiling up at him.
He sat on one of the hay bales and drew her against his chest. “Enjoy that?”
She shuddered at the memory of the way he’d loved her. “Yes. Very much.”
“I never figured you for a voyeur or an exhibitionist, Jessie.”
“Me either. There’s a lot about me that even I haven’t explored yet. Won’t it be fun to figure me out?”
He laughed and kissed her. “I’m not sure anyone could figure you out.”
He turned her around and wrapped his arms around her. Could she be more contented? Granted, this had been for show. They’d had to do it. Still, Diaz had protected her, had minimized her exposure to everyone else while still allowing her to fully enjoy the experience.
He never failed to surprise her.
Eventually, the sex play began to die down. Everyone was finished, cleaning up, and Crush had gotten himself put back together again.
“Okay, everyone,” Crush said. “I need the initiates to come up here.”
Jessie, Spence, and Diaz lined up with the remaining initiates. They’d lost about half of them during the fighting portion of the night.
Crush reached into a box that Rex handed to him. “These are insignias indicating you belong to the Devil’s Skulls.” Crush handed one to each of them. “Welcome to the gang.”
Jessie grinned as Crush gave her the insignia. She slipped it in her pocket.
“There are also T-shirts in the other boxes. Go find one in your size. Tomorrow morning, we’re riding east to spend a few days camping out at the Buffalo River. If you want to come, let me know. If not, leave your contact information with Stephanie and we’ll be in touch about the next ride. You all did good tonight. We’re proud to have you as part of the gang.”
The crowd began to disperse. Diaz told Crush they’d ride to the river with the gang tomorrow. They grabbed shirts, then headed out on their bikes back to the hotel. They had a lot of work to do. They needed to figure out the next part of their plan.
They had passed the test and were now Devil’s Skulls.
Jessie had a feeling the real action was about to begin.
TWELVE
DIAZ GAVE THE FULL REPORT TO GRANGE ONCE THEY GOT BACK to their room. Okay, not the full report—he left the sex parts out. There were some things Grange didn’t need details on. He and Jessie having repeated hot sex was one of those.
Grange also let them know about the satellite information from the campsite they’d discovered. It definitely appeared to be an encampment. Satellite infrared counted about twenty people. Maybe survivalists, maybe not, but Grange didn’t feel that group was big enough to be the one they were hunting for.
So they were back to square one.
At least they were now in with the Skulls and taking off with them tomorrow for the river, an area deep in survivalist country. They should make some serious headway and soon. Which meant Diaz had to become Crush’s best friend.
“So we’re in. Now what?” Spence asked, sitting on the window ledge in Diaz and Jessie’s room.
“Now we embed, get as close to as many of the members as we can, and hopefully find out something. Keep your eyes and your ears open.”
“Stephanie knows everyone,” Spence said. “I’ll make sure she takes me around and introduces me. I’ll get close.”
Diaz nodded. “Jessie’s already tight with Crush. I need to get tighter, get him to start trusting me. The best way to get in on the secrets of this gang is to get front and center in their organization.”
“That isn’t going to happen overnight,” Jessie said, toeing off her boots and pulling her legs onto the bed. She scooted backward and fluffed the pillows so she rested against the headboard.
“No, it isn’t. But the more he trusts us, the more he’ll give us in the way of information. He already knows you from before,” Diaz said, nodding his head toward Jess. “And the three of us didn’t hesitate when it came to the bar fight. Plus, tonight we were all in. Every step we take ingrains us further into their core group. I can already tell Crush trusts us more each day.”
“And if there’s friction between him and Rex, that means Crush is looking for allies,” Spence reminded them.
Diaz nodded. “Exactly. Which means we need to be there for him. He needs people he can trust.”
“He told me once he isn’t close to a lot of people,” Jessie said.
“And that can work to our advantage.” It was about time things went their way. Diaz needed some action, needed this case to move forward.
“I’ll head on out,” Spence said, pushing off the window ledge. “I’m beat.”
“See you in the morning,” Diaz said, closing and locking the door behind Spence.
It was already three in the morning. They weren’t going to get a lot of sleep. When he walked back into the room, Jessie was yawning.
Still, his c**k twitched to life. Just seeing her kicked back on the bed, being alone with her, drove his urge to be inside her. Hadn’t he had enough? When would he be satisfied?
Never.
Her lips lifted in that lopsided smile as he approached the bed.
“I need a shower,” he said. “I have battle dirt on me.”
“You’re bloody, too. You probably need some gentle nursing care.”
He let out a short laugh. “Is that right?”
She slid off the bed and raised her T-shirt over her head. “That’s right.”
He went into the bathroom, Jessie on his heels. As he flipped on the light, she was unzipping her pants. “I suppose you’re going to nurse me back to health?”
“Something like that,” she said, kicking her jeans off as he turned the shower on.
He stepped into the shower first, holding his hand out and helping her inside before closing the door and letting the steam envelop them.
It felt damn good. Hot water and Jessie. He pulled her toward him, her full br**sts meeting his chest. He backed her under the water spray and she lifted her hands to smooth her hair back.
“God, I need this.”
His c**k rose as he watched her, her ni**les tilted upward, pebbling under the pelting water.
She kept her eyes closed, washed and rinsed her hair, then directed him to wet his. He did, and she poured shampoo onto her hand and scrubbed his hair, using her fingertips to massage his scalp. He had to bend over so she could reach his head, of course, but still, it felt damn good to have her hands on him, even if it was just his hair.
He rinsed and grabbed the soap, lathering his hands.
“Turn around.”
She gave him her back and he soaped her up, lingering over the smooth skin of her shoulder blades before trailing the soap bubbles on their way south. He dipped his finger in the crack of her ass and she shivered, turned her head, and gave him a look that made his balls ache.
Oh, yeah.
He slid an arm around her waist and drew her against him, loving the slippery soap feel of their bodies gliding together. He rocked against her, his c**k slipping between her legs.
“I need to f**k you,” he said, letting his shaft slide back and forth across her pu**y lips.
She bent from the waist, giving him the same view he’d had earlier tonight. Only this time, she was wet, slick, her legs widespread.
“Do it,” she said, reaching behind her to grasp his shaft in her hand. He paused, then drove against her, the water and her tight grip reminding him of her hot pussy. He could let her do this all night. But he wanted more, wanted to feel the grip of her cunt, listen to the sounds she made while he f**ked her.
He opened the shower door long enough to grab a condom. He didn’t think he’d ever put one on in such a hurry. He felt like a kid having his first sex, that desperate, I-need-to-get-inside-this-woman sense of urgency that he always felt whenever he was near her. He didn’t recall ever feeling this way about another woman.
Then again, didn’t he already know Jessie was something special?
He kneed her legs apart again, then moved between them, using his palm to push her forward so her butt rose up in the air. He took a moment to step back and admire the view of her ass, to spread apart her beautiful buttocks and slide his finger over the puckered hole.
She shuddered, but didn’t pull away.
He liked that. Using his fingers, he coated them with the juices from her pussy, spread her apart and speared her with his dick. Her gasp of pleasure was his favorite music and he reared back and gave her more, wanting to hear those sounds she made when she really liked it. He made sure he’d hear them by reaching around to play with her clit, to strum the piercing until she cried out. She tightened, jerking against him while lifting herself on and off his cock.
He grasped her h*ps and began to pump inside her with long, measured strokes. Jessie slid one hand between her legs and began to play with her clit.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, thrusting deep. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come.”
Her cream was hotter than the shower water, spilling over his balls. With every stroke she gripped him tighter, making more friction, bringing him closer to getting off.
He spread her butt cheeks apart, using his finger to tease there.
“Oh, God, Diaz!”
“You like it?”
“Yes. Yes!”
He slid the tip of his finger inside her anus, feeling the muscles there resist, then give as he pushed a little farther.
“You’re going to make me come.”
“That’s the idea.”
He continued to tease her ass while giving her long, even strokes with his shaft. Jessie rubbed her cl*twith frenzied motions, and he used her responses to tune in to her pleasure. He thrust deeper, faster, with both his c**k and his finger until she stilled, shuddered, and let go, her walls convulsing around his dick, her as**ole gripping his finger.
That was all he could take. His orgasm ripped through his spine, jerking him upright and forcing him to hold on to the top of the shower door for support as he was hit by lightning strokes of pleasure—her pu**y squeezing him with relentless pulses, pulling everything he had until there was nothing left to give.
He withdrew, soaped and rinsed them both, then turned off the shower, handing her a towel when she stepped out.
“It has to be almost dawn,” she said when she hung the towel up.
She looked exhausted. Faint shadows were starting to appear under her eyes.
He scooped her up in his arms.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Putting us to bed.”
“I can walk from the bathroom to the bed.”
“This is more fun.”
She laughed and twined her arms around his neck. “Then be my guest.”
He laid her on the bed, turned out the lights, then slid in beside her, drawing her next to him. She sighed and snuggled closer, wiggling her butt against his crotch.
“Keep that up and we’ll never get any sleep.”
“Sleeping’s overrated,” she said with a loud yawn.
Within a few minutes, she was sound asleep.
And he was really damned content having her in his arms.
There were a million reasons why that was a bad thing, but he was too tired to think about them. All he cared about was having Jess in his arms and needing at least a few hours sleep.
He could brood tomorrow.
THANKFULLY, CRUSH HADN’T WANTED TO TAKE OFF UNTIL NOON. Jessie felt like there were lead weights pressing on her eyes. Lead weights coated with sand.
They’d managed a few hours of sleep before having to get up, eat, check out, and find Spence, then head over to meet Crush and the others.
She craved a nap like nobody’s business. She’d bet it was going to be a really long day. Once they met up with the Skulls, Crush informed them they were going to ride east toward the Buffalo River, then stay at a lodge for a few days and ride the trails.