Wicked Man by Beth D. Carter

out the cornfield was a good cover-up.
    But that meant they had some type of corn every night, and she
    always got shucking duty.
    The phone Wick had given her rested in the pocket on the
    inside of her hoodie. It was a hidden compartment she’d sewn to carry
    important items, like her ID. If she had to make an emergency run,
    she knew she’d at least have that. When he’d explained what it did,
    one little sliver of relief swept over her. At least with it, if she ever did come up missing, they’d at least find her or find her body.
    It was a grim thought, but a fact of life she had always carried
    around.
    On the third night at being at the White Death MC she stood at
    the window in the bedroom she shared with Wick, staring up at the
    moon. Dinner had been another big affair and the men had settled into
    a low-key party since it was Friday night. She had left after helping
    Piper clean up, preferring privacy to the raunchiness that she knew
    would probably happen. Wick had told her enough stories over the
    past few months on how the Forgotten Rebels liked to drink and have
    fun.
    What she wouldn’t give to be able to stay with him, to have
    what Piper had. She’d never been the woe-is-me kind of girl because
    she’d made her bed and she knew she had to lie in it. Yet seeing what
    could have been, or more specifically what might be, made her ache
    in so many different ways.
    How many times over the past few years have I looked up at it
    and wondered what Wick was doing in that same moment?

    Arms slid around her, hugging her. She jumped a little
    because she hadn’t heard him come into the room.
    “Why don’t you join the party?” he asked softly as he kissed
    the shell of her ear.
    “I was in more of a contemplative mood,” she replied.
    He kissed her neck, and a shiver of excitement zinged down
    her spine.
    “What were you contemplating?”
    He ran his tongue up the side of her neck and bit the skin near
    her shoulder. She moaned and arched back into him.
    “I … ah … was thinking how great it is to be part of family,”
    she said a bit breathlessly. She was fast losing track of the ability to
    talk.
    He nipped his way around to the back of her neck. His fingers
    tangled in her hair and pulled her head to the side so he could kiss and
    lick his way up to her earlobe. He took the fleshy part between his
    teeth and gently bit.
    “Oh my God,” she gasped.
    He maneuvered her head so he could kiss her, possessing her
    lips in a voracious kiss that stole her breath. She completely forgot
    what she’d been so melancholy about as desire flooded through her
    body.
    His fingers trailed down her body to slide under the waist band
    of her jeans, the touch a little ticklish. Her stomach muscles rippled in
    protest until his fingers brushed across her panties covering her pussy.
    “Oh, baby, you’re so fucking wet,” he murmured against her
    mouth.
    He rubbed over her slit, the cotton-covered finger rubbing
    little circles over her sensitive clit. She moaned and her hips jerked
    upward, bumping against him. “Oh my god,” she breathed.
    “I can feel your heat, baby,” he said as he nipped her bottom
    lip. “I want you, Abbott, so damn much.”
    He jerked his hand out of her jeans, turned her to face him,
    and then fell to his knees in front of her, hurrying to unbuckle and
    unzip her jeans. She panted as she watched him, the need inside her
    almost burning her alive. Down he yanked her pants and panties,
    helping her step out of one leg before throwing that leg over his
    shoulder.

    “Mine,” he said, in a voice that was more animalistic growl
    than human.
    Using two fingers, he spread her labia and then proceeded to
    fuck her with his tongue. He stuck it in as far as it would reach, and
    then thrust it in and out. At the same time, he managed to rub her clit,
    causing her to go crazy under him.
    “Chadwick!”

    ****
As soon as he rasped his tongue against her sensitive nub, her
    body arched like it had