For Her Honor by Elayne Disano Page B

little lady was going to get the fucking daylights fucked out of her.
    “You little……” He never finished that sentence. He didn’t bother wasting time. Instead, he tore open his belt, lowered his jeans, pulled his wallet out and ripped open a condom as fast as he could before rolling it over his cock. He pressed himself against her ass, his face and chest pinned to her back. He turned her head to grab her mouth with his, wanting to feel, to taste that sound of pleasure when he plunged into her. And when he did, that sound echoed all the way to the back of his throat.
    “Ah! Taz! Oh my……God!”
    “Shit, Karen. Shit, shit. Fuck!”
    S he came. Again. Fast, which spun him into such a haze of animal fury that all it took was three more thrusts before his own release slammed him backwards. One arm came around her waist to hold her up while his other braced the rock wall on one side of her. His legs felt like he was sinking in quicksand. Holy shit.
    “Kar?” H e rasped her name against her ear, feeling the sheen of sweat against her cheek garnered by a hot fuck on a hot day. Her scent was intoxicating, a combination of that clean perfume and feminine lust. “You okay, sweetheart?”
    Nodding her head, she pushed back. He went along with her, peeling off the condom and zipping himself up. She pulled up her panties, yanked down her dress, then awkwardly turned to him, her eyes cast down. “Hey.” He lifted her chin. “Look at me.” She did, and those hypnotic eyes told him a million things at once. “You okay with this?”
    She nodded. “Yeah. I am.”
    He kissed her gently on the forehead. “C’mon. Let’s get you back to your car.”
    Several minutes later, he stopped his bike by the driver’s side of her Focus, waiting for her to slide off and hand him back his helmet. “I’ll um…..shit, I don’t know,” she said.
    “Karen?”
    “Yeah?”
    “You do know.” He hesitated then touched her face. “You want this place then let Eva know. Her ol’ man’ll set it up with the landlord, a’ight?”
    She nodded. “Yeah, I’ll take it. The motel won’t do long term.”
    Long term. Which meant her stay in Tippitt was more than just to get over whatever shit she was escaping from. Which meant he wasn’t done with her.
    Which meant he was getting way ahead of himself.

Chapter Nine
     
    The whiskey/pussy hangover Sunday morning clung to Taz’s head like a vise.
    After an early start , followed by an afternoon of club business, booze and babes the day before, he woke up in one of the rooms the Hogs set aside for visiting members. He was sandwiched in bed between his overnight company. Not one, but two – how he usually liked it. He loved giving pleasure while receiving it, so threesomes were quite his favorite. But his sexual escapades weren’t so much about his routine needs, but rather to exorcise the photogenic image of Karen Hanson from his head.
    Even with these two chicks on his lap all night, even after securing the best room, even after experimenting with just about every position, he still woke up with her on his brain. As hot and rough as he’d had it last night, his mind wandered back to where he’d taken her up against those rocks by the reservoir. The way she looked, the way she felt, that telltale sound of pleasure when she came while surrounded by a sunshine-covered waterfall still invaded his brain. Damn, it was fucking sexy. Spontaneous fucks usually were, but Karen wasn’t some biker whore you used on occasion, which was why he’d wanted to know immediately if she was okay with what happened. Although she had said yes, he learned over the years that women never meant what they said.
    And now here he was in the Lakeland Hogs clubhouse , after preferring not to ride back to Tippitt around midnight. He lucked out getting dibs on a room with a shower. By way of seniority, Doug had first choice, but the doofus had never left the main area last night and was probably passed out on