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  “Lilly—”

  She shook her head, stopping him from continuing. “Please, Court, just kiss me.” His chest rose and fell, and she slipped her hands under his t-shirt and felt the hard, smoothness of his chest. She could feel the ridges of his six-pack, and when she moved her hands up she felt the definition of his pecs. He closed his eyes and groaned, and then started moving in and out of her. When he opened his eyes he stared at her for several long seconds, but each time he thrust deep into her his bear shifted across his face. The stretch and burn of having something so large inside of her gave way to this euphoric sensation that claimed every inch of her. Sweat started to dot his brow, and she felt perspiration slide between her breasts. He covered her body with his and buried his face in the crock of her neck. His breathing was hard, and the humidity from it made her hotter, but not in an uncomfortable way. The discomfort and pain of him being inside of her and taking her virginity waned, and the pleasure started to take control. The hard pants of his warm, humid breath along her throat had her turning her head to the side, needing his mouth. He didn’t deny her, and they kissed hard and fast, swirled their tongues together, and moaned into each other’s mouths.

  Court was pounding into her frantically now, and the truck rocked back and forth. She heard a few male catcalls come from the distance, and although they might not be able to see what they were doing, the rocking of the truck was a pretty good sign as to what was going on. But Lilly didn’t care, because she was caught up in this moment, and it was better than she could have ever imagined. Court was making hard groaning noises, and the low, almost inaudible filthy things he said echoed in her ear. There was a tightness that started at the base of her spine, and it grew to the point that she knew this explosion would happen inside of her and she knew it wouldn’t take much more to get her off.

  “You’re so fucking tight and hot, Lilly.” He groaned against her when she clenched her inner muscles around his cock. “God, I have never felt anything like this before.” With every inward thrust the root of his shaft rubbed her clit, sending her closer and closer to exploding.

  Lights danced behind her closed lids, and she curled her nails into his back. The hiss that came from him had her loosening her hold and murmuring her apologies through her breathless sighs.

  “No, dig your nails into me, and make it hurt so fucking good.”

  A gasp left her when he slammed into her especially hard, and at his words. Her orgasm was climbing higher and higher, and as if something opened inside of her, or more aptly a dam had just broken and drowned her in pleasure, she bit her lip and cried out because it felt so good. Neck arched, throat bared, and moaning out as she climaxed, Lilly couldn’t grasp reality. Court made this rough noise, and she felt him grab one of her breasts, curve his hand around the mound, and then bite her neck. The sting of pain from him digging his teeth into the side of her throat seemed to set off another chain of smaller orgasms, and she tried to stifle the cry that bubbled up.

  “Fuck, Lilly. Christ, I’m going to come.” Her neck was wet from him licking and sucking at her, and her pussy was so juicy that not even the loud music or the sound of all the people around them could drown out the noise of them fucking. He grunted and groaned against her, and picked up his speed. He pumped into her once, twice, and on the third time slammed his dick hard inside of her and came on a gruff sound. His big body was so tense above her, and his muscles constricted and relaxed repeatedly. Lilly swore she could feel his cock swell even further. He sagged on top of her, and for several seconds they lay there, neither speaking, but both trying to gasp for air.

  Court pulled out of her body and lay beside her. Soon their breathing returned to normal, but all the silence made her feel uncomfortable. She turned to look at him, but he sat up, adjusted himself so the condom was now off and his pants were on, and moved to sit on the tailgate. With his back now to her, Lilly had expected things to change between them, but shit, she really didn’t think it would have been as soon as he pulled his dick out of her. She lifted her hips and pulled up her panties and shorts, and then hesitantly moved to sit beside him. He reached down and grabbed two beers, and handed one to her.

  The sound of Court popping the top of his beer off seemed overly loud, and there was this uncomfortableness that surrounded them. She glanced at him and said, “Court, are you upset?”

  He didn’t say anything at first, just brought his beer bottle to his mouth and tipped it back. He drank half of it in one swallow. When he rested the bottle on his thigh and stared in front of him at the bonfire. “I’m not upset, Lilly.” He said it low, and this chill worked over her body.

  “Then why are you acting like this all of the sudden?”

  He drank the rest of his beer and tossed it in the back of the truck, right where he had fucked her. He turned and looked at her, and the stoic expression on his face had her clamping her jaw. “Because I didn’t just fuck my best friend’s little sister, I also popped her cherry.”

  Her stomach cramped at the hard way he said those words.

  “I am drunk, Lilly. I don’t really want to think about this right now.” Court scrubbed a hand over his jaw.

  “Yo, Court. We got a fat ass blunt over here.” A group of older guys called for Court, and to her embarrassment and shame—as if she really meant nothing—he hopped off the truck and stalked over to them. Before he moved too far away he stopped and looked over at her.

  “You good to get yourself home?”

  Okay, so she hadn’t expected him to profess his love to her or anything afterward, but she certainly hadn’t thought he would act like this. She nodded because she couldn’t find the strength or courage to actually say anything. He tipped his chin in acknowledgment, and she swore for just a split second he looked like he hesitated, and like he might come back to her.

  “Come on, man.” But then his friends called for him again, and he turned and left her sitting there on the back of his truck. She felt the wetness between thighs from her own arousal, and no doubt the blood that was spilled from giving him her virginity. But she couldn’t get mad at Court, not really. She had known things would most definitely be different, knew that he was drunk, and knew that sleeping with him wasn’t the best idea. But her hormones and her feelings for him had clouded everything else until the only thing that mattered was giving herself to him.

  For a few minutes she stared at him with his group of friends as they passed the joint around. She could hear them talking, but they were a good distance away, so she couldn’t understand what they said. But Court never looked back at her, and that was okay, because right now she was feeling pretty damn stupid.

  Lilly hopped off the back of the truck, made sure her clothes were good to go and it didn’t just look liked she got screwed, and walked away from the party. Her house was a good ten minute drive from the lake, but she would just walk it. Steel Corner was a quiet, relatively safe town anyway, and besides, she didn’t feel like being around anyone.

  Yeah, she really screwed up, but did she regret it, even after the way Court had grown cold and distant? No, she didn’t. It was just going to be one of those memories that she locked up tight, and remembered herself in the moment, and not all the shit that happened afterward,

  Chapter Two

  Five years later

  Court sat at the club table, one leg outstretched in front of him, and an arm on the smooth wood. Jagger was talking about The Brothers of Menace, the MC that had moved into the next town over.

  “Lucien called and said tonight will be the first run for them. They need the street cleared out, and for us to stick to our end of the deal and look the other way.” It had been a few weeks since The Grizzly MC had made the deal with The Brothers of Menace to allow them to use the main road that ran through Steel Corner—Grizzly territory. The payback was a hefty sum, and all they had to do was to turn their heads when Lucien and his guys chauffeured their girls to a house they had in a smaller town to fuck some higher-ups.

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sp; “He gave us the first cut, so on our end we are good to go,” Stinger said around his joint.

  “They are going to use the road, but for the first few runs they make I want some of our guys watching it and making sure all they are doing is passing through.”

  Court nodded, as did the rest of the club members.

  Since Lucien, the President of The Brothers of Menace, had made the deal with them they had been on good terms. Essentially that meant Lucien and his men—all humans— stayed in their town, and the only time they would pass through Grizzly territory was when they were making these pussy calls.

  “I’ll keep an eye out,” Court offered, and Jagger nodded.

  “I want Stinger with you. Be at the center of town at two in the morning. Lucien said that’s when they are making the pass through.” There was a collective grunt of acknowledgment.

  “You want us to follow them out to their fuck pad?” Stinger asked and blew out a mouthful of smoke.

  Jagger shook his head. “No, I don’t want shit going downhill before it even starts. I just want to make sure that things run smoothly. We have only known this MC for a few weeks, and although we did the digging on them and know they are a bunch of Nomads starting their own charter, I still don’t want to stir shit or give them a lot of slack.” Jagger tapped his fingers on the table and looked at each of them. “Just keep your eyes open.” They all nodded in agreement, and everyone got up to leave.

  “Man, you want to hit up the titty bar?”

  Court looked over at Stinger. The other bear shifter had gotten a haircut, and the normally long dark hair now brushed his collar. He was out of the sling for his gunshot wound, and although he wasn’t handling the club money much anymore since that job had been handed to Darra, Stinger was still the expert when it came to money and numbers. When Court didn’t answer right away Stinger spoke again. “Come on, man. I’m sick of the club pussy, Court. I want to hit up the titty bar and find a little pussy that hasn’t been passed around the club a hundred times.”

  Court scrubbed his hand over his jaw, felt the three-day stubble coat his skin, and nodded. “Yeah man, I could go for something a little different too.” Especially since he had seen Lilly Winters up close and personal in town the other day, and all of his emotions for her had come back full force. She hadn’t seen him, he had made damn sure about that. He couldn’t look in her blue eyes without wanting her. Time had been really fucking good to her. She was all curves, big tits, and a lush mouth. He could even remember what she tasted like, and what her tight pussy had felt like when he fucked the virgin right out of her. He was a sick bastard for still wanting a piece of her, and a piece of shit friend for letting it get as far as it had all those years ago. He had stayed away, become a prospect for The Grizzly MC for a year, and then patched in. This was his family now, the club, and the members within it.

  That was the best thing he could have done for himself, Lilly, and Roan. Because there was no fucking way he could look in his best friend’s face, knowing he had slept with his baby sister—fucked her in the back of his grungy truck at a field party—and not feel like shit. But he had tried to talk to Roan, albeit the conversation had been awkward and distant. When he had found out their mother, Diera, had become sick he had gone to see her. She had been like a mother to him while growing up when his own had been shitty and absent.

  He wished he could have been a better friend to Roan, and a better person to their family. Shit, the past had a good way of holding onto a person that was for sure. But still, that didn’t help him with how he felt now. He was a bastard in the worst kind of way.

  He followed Stinger out of the clubhouse, and they got on their bikes.

  “Where you guys headed?” Dallas was leaning against the side of the building lighting up a cigarette. Ever since that shit had gone down with him and Diesel there had been a lot of tension, but then one day it was like things just worked themselves out. There was still this darkness that clearly came from the other bear, but Dallas kept to himself, and when anyone had asked him what the problem was he had dismissed it; but they didn’t pry. If Dallas wanted to talk, they were there, and if not, well, they still got their shit done.

  “Titty bar for some fresh pussy,” Stinger called out as he put his helmet on. Court wouldn’t have considered the titty bar the best place to get “fresh pussy”, but he knew what the other male was saying. “You want to hit it up with us?”

  Dallas took a few puffs from his cigarette and snubbed it out. “Might as well. I think I’ve had the females in the club ten times over.”

  Stinger grunted, as if he knew exactly what Dallas was saying. Shit, they all felt that way at some point. But pussy was pussy, and it served its purpose for a few pleasurable, mindless hours. The club whores knew what they were getting into when they came to be a Grizzly girl. And if they didn’t like it they were more than welcome to get the fuck out. Which none of them ever did.

  Dallas walked over and straddled his bike, and the three of them cranked the engines. Court let the purr of the bike underneath soothe him- it always did, and he knew it always would. They pulled away from the clubhouse and headed to Summer’s for some ass shaking and some pussy grinding.

  ****

  Exhausting, heartbreaking, and sad.

  All of those things summed up Lilly’s life pretty well.

  She sat at her mother’s rusted and fading table, watched as her mom divided her pills for the week in one of those daily medication holders, and suddenly felt really damn tired. At the age of twenty-three she had done absolutely nothing in her life. Aside from the few classes she took at the River Run Career Center in the next town over, she lived a pretty boring, if not exhausting life. But she couldn’t complain too much because most of her time was spent taking care of her mom. Diera Winters was a good person, had done a lot for the church in town when she had been in better health, and was still volunteering for things even though she tired easily. With her older brother working ridiculous hours just to help pay his and their mom’s bills, he had a lot on his plate, too. Her mother may have cancer, but she certainly didn’t let that stop her from doing the things she loved or taking handouts, and there had been plenty of those since her health had gone downhill. Even now, as Lilly looked at her mom, she could see the vibrant life that had once been inside of Diera. But the medication and treatment that she was currently under made her look older and just plain tired.

  “What’s wrong?” Her mother asked.

  Lilly looked at her mom.

  “You are thinking pretty hard.” She smiled at Lilly and popped the last pill into the medication container.

  Lilly took a sip of her tea and set the cup down, smiling. “Yeah, but it was just random stuff.”

  Her mom didn’t like talking about her sickness. It wasn’t a secret, obviously, but Diera thought it best to think positively, speak about happy things, and live life to the fullest. It was hard to think positively when Lilly could see the effect this life was having on her mom. She had lost all of her hair, but wore a beautiful wig that was the same dark brown as her hair had been. Although Diera hadn’t wanted it at first when Lilly brought it home, she had seen the smile on her lips when she held it. It wasn’t about trying to look “normal” but about just feeling better.

  “You do realize that I am your mom and know when you’re full of shit.”

  Lilly started laughing and nodded. “Yeah, I know.”

  Diera reached across the table and patted her hand. Today was a good day. Her mom could actually get out of bed, wasn’t throwing up, and was even smiling.

  “I’m feeling good today, and called Roan to see if he wanted to come over for dinner.” She pushed the pill box away, and her smile widened.

  “What?” Lilly asked, suddenly very interested in what her mom was going to say.

  “He said he is seeing someone new.”

  Lilly rolled her eyes and leaned back in her seat.

  “I know, I know, but he acted really excit
ed about bringing her over tonight.”

  Roan Winters, her older brother, and the other person she leaned on for strength, was a good man, but he was also a slut. “Mom, how many girlfriends has he had?” Although Lilly knew her mother knew the answer, Diera didn’t answer, which had Lilly laughing. “Yeah, a lot but he never seems to keep them around for more than, I don’t know, like a week it seems.”

  “Oh, Lilly, go easy on him. He’s just one of those guys who attracts a lot of female attention. He looks so much like your dad when he was that age that it isn’t a wonder.”

  There was this silly smile on her mom’s face, and she always got it when she brought up Davis Winters, their father and her husband. He had died in a car accident when Lilly was really little, and she didn’t have a lot of memories of their time together. But her mom had told her story after story about her dad, so many in fact that Lilly could close her eyes and imagine that she had been right there experiencing it too.

  “Well, I hope you don’t get your hopes up when it comes to him settling down. I think I heard him say a hundred times that he had no intention of ever going down that road.” Lilly started laughing and stood. She grabbed her cup of tea and her mom’s coffee cup, and took them to the sink.

  “I thought it might be nice if I reached out to Court and saw if he wanted to come to dinner, too.”