Loco: Desert Rebels MC, #6

By Tory Richards

Known as the MC's man-whore Loco wears the title proudly. He's living the life, and has all the pussy he wants until a poolside goddess with copper hair and curves for days catches his eye. Their attraction is instant and off the charts and one night in Millie's bed shows him that sex with the right woman could cure him of his roaming ways. Will he be able to change for her?

 

Excerpt

 

Holy shit!

 

As soon as my eyes lit on the stunning redhead, I fucking wanted her. And when she cast those mesmerizing green eyes on me, I knew the attraction went both ways. She tried to hide it, but the color flushing her pretty round cheeks, and the way she parted those full, kissable lips as if she were surprised by her reaction to me, revealed the truth.

 

And being the man-whore that I was, my dick stood up and took notice.

 

I was suddenly glad that I'd accompanied Frenchie to see his new woman, Lissa. I'd barely taken the time to admire her obvious attributes, nor the tiny blonde sitting next to her. I couldn't drag my fucking gaze off the curvy siren with them. She had tits that made my palms itch with the need to get a hold of them. My other hand clenched with the thought of grasping her by all that wild hair and then taking her mouth in a kiss that would stake my fucking claim.

 

Claim? Oh, hell no!

 

I couldn't believe the shit that was going through my head. I was the club man-whore, and I had a reputation to uphold. Club bitches were already complaining that my brothers were deserting them for permanent pussy, and I'd sworn it wasn't going to happen to me. Nope. No way was I giving up free and easy pussy with no strings attached for any single woman. No matter how fucking enticing she was.

 

"Heard you were going to be spending some time at the pool," I heard Frenchie say in his thick accent.

 

All at once I had three beautiful women looking at me. "Got a swim invite," I added. A laugh burst out of the red-headed goddess before she could stifle it behind her hand.

 

I stared down at her, willing my dick to behave even though I knew that it was too fucking late. My eyes kept going back to the huge, beautiful tits spilling out of her top. "Got something to say, darlin'?"

 

I could tell that she was slightly embarrassed and shy. "I'm sorry, it's just that you don't look like you're prepared to go swimming. I mean . . . " Her voice trailed off as she gestured towards the clothes I was wearing with an up-and-down motion of her hand.

 

I looked her over with growing trepidation. Christ. It wasn't new for me to want a woman as soon as I met her, but I couldn't remember wanting to fuck one as badly as I wanted to fuck her. She was wearing shorts, and I wondered what she had on underneath them. A sexy thong tucked between the juicy cheeks of her ass, or something that left it to the imagination?

 

The silence reminded me that she was waiting for a response. "Darlin', I'm always prepared."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tory Richards
• Release date: Oct 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201145866

Tory Richards

Most of my books are available in paperback on Amazon.Tory Richards is an Amazon bestselling author in the categories of erotic romance and romantic suspense who writes smut with a plot. Born in Maine, she's lived most of her life in Florida where she grew up, married, and raised a daughter. She's now retired and spends her time with family and friends, traveling, and writing. Her romances are sexually charged and filled with suspense and some humor.

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Chapter 1

Loco

Holy shit!

As soon as my eyes lit on the stunning redhead, I fucking wanted her. And when she cast those mesmerizing green eyes on me, I knew the attraction went both ways. She tried to hide it, but the color flushing her pretty round cheeks, and the way she parted those full, kissable lips as if she were surprised by her reaction to me, revealed the truth.

And being the man-whore that I was, my dick stood up and took notice.

I was suddenly glad that I’d accompanied Frenchie to see his new woman, Lissa. I’d barely taken the time to admire her obvious attributes, nor the tiny blonde sitting next to her. I couldn’t drag my fucking gaze off the curvy siren with them. She had tits that made my palms itch with the need to get a hold of them. My other hand clenched with the thought of grasping her by all that wild hair and then taking her mouth in a kiss that would stake my fucking claim.

Claim? Oh, hell no!

I couldn’t believe the shit that was going through my head. I was the club man-whore, and I had a reputation to uphold. Club bitches were already complaining that my brothers were deserting them for permanent pussy, and I’d sworn it wasn’t going to happen to me. Nope. No way was I giving up free and easy pussy with no strings attached for any single woman. No matter how fucking enticing she was.

Heard you were going to be spending some time at the pool, I heard Frenchie say in his thick accent.

All at once I had three beautiful women looking at me. Got a swim invite, I added. A laugh burst out of the red-headed goddess before she could stifle it behind her hand.

I stared down at her, willing my dick to behave even though I knew that it was too fucking late. My eyes kept going back to the huge, beautiful tits spilling out of her top. Got something to say, darlin'?

I could tell that she was slightly embarrassed and shy. I'm sorry, it's just that you don't look like you're prepared to go swimming. I mean . . . Her voice trailed off as she gestured towards the clothes I was wearing with an up-and-down motion of her hand.

I looked her over with growing trepidation. Christ. It wasn’t new for me to want a woman as soon as I met her, but I couldn’t remember wanting to fuck one as badly as I wanted to fuck her. She was wearing shorts, and I wondered what she had on underneath them. A sexy thong tucked between the juicy cheeks of her ass, or something that left it to the imagination?

The silence reminded me that she was waiting for a response. "Darlin', I'm always prepared. I kept my eyes on her as I slowly peeled off my clothes until I got down to my boxer briefs. Just be glad I'm wearing underwear today; I usually go commando."

She blushed prettily and I ate that shit up.

What’s your name again, darlin’?

Millie.

I offered Millie my hand. Let's get wet.

Her slight hesitation, along with the way that she glanced at her girls, brought a smirk to my face. If she thought that they were going to save her from me, she was dead wrong. She’d learn soon enough that nothing would. As I led her to the steps, I noticed her hand trembling slightly. Once there I stopped and turned toward her. Take off your shorts.

Her brows arched high on her forehead as if she couldn’t believe my nerve. I grinned and waited.

Um, that would be a no, she finally said softly.

Why? You naked underneath? The thought of that made my dick twitch with excitement. I let my eyes roam down her body and back up again, growing hotter by the second.

Her pretty mouth formed a perfect O. No! she said in shock, and with a little more color in her cheeks.

Then take them off, darlin’.

She pressed her mouth tight for a second, her eyes sparkling with irritation and something else. My eyes took her in again, this time taking note of her fuller curves. Huge tits. Wide hips. Thick thighs and ass. All wrapped up in a nice, shapely package that was all woman I could get lost in, soft and tempting. Was she ashamed of her body? Is that why she didn’t want to take her shorts off? The thought pissed me the fuck off. She had nothing to be ashamed of.

It was clear that the longer we stood there, the shyer and more withdrawn she became.

Look, darlin’, I don’t know what the problem is, but if you’re worried about a little extra weight, I can tell you that it’s in all the right places and you’re fucking perfect. I’m going to love the way you feel when I’m fucking you.

A snort burst from her. You don’t mince words, do you?

Hell, no. And one more thing— I leaned in close, —when I want something, I get it. Might not be today, but it will happen. And, darlin’, I want you.

Wow, she said with something akin to awe. I don’t even know how to respond to that. A smile quivered on her mouth. Or what to do next.

Baby— I reached forward for the snap on her shorts, popping it open. You can take these off. Not waiting for her to respond, I grabbed the edges and rolled them down her hips and over her ass. I made sure to splay my hands over those full moons and give a little squeeze. I caught her little gasp, but it was my nose brushing against her tits that got the greatest reaction.

I dropped her shorts to the ground around her feet and straightened up. I couldn’t help the knowing smirk on my face when my eyes lit on her nipples. They were beaded and clearly outlined against her bathing suit top. What I wouldn’t give to lean forward and give one a nip right through the material covering them.

You’re very, um, forthcoming.

I’m a lot of things, darlin’. I took her hand and led her into the water. Now let’s get wet.

I led her toward the side of the pool until I felt one of the jets, and then pushed her backside up against it. She only smiled, having no idea that before I left the pool I was going to make fucking sure that she had her first orgasm from me. The thought of her coming apart caused my dick to throb strongly.

I braced my hands on the edge of the pool on either side of her, boxing her in. So, what do you do, Millie? My eyes dropped to those full lips, waiting for them to say the words. A groan escaped me when she licked at them first.

I’m an animal caregiver.

You’re a vet? I resisted the desire to lean in until she could feel how hard I was for her. It was too soon, and I didn’t want to scare her away.

She shook her head, her eyes sparkling. No, I take care of pets when their owners go on vacation or if they need help attending their needs. Sometimes I’m called to spend the night at veterinarian clinics when they have animals staying over.

What she was saying wasn’t half as interesting as the sight of her luscious lips moving to form the words. I inched in a little closer, watching the pupils dilate in her eyes, her throat working as she swallowed nervously.

Um, what do you do?

A cocky grin covered my face. A lot of things.

That’s not an answer, she surprised me by saying. Do you rob banks? Are you a serial killer?

I burst out with laughter. Darlin’, we have to know each other better before I give up my secrets. I couldn’t help myself from letting my eyes drop down to those tits, causing her to clear her throat. I grinned, meeting her eyes. Can’t help myself. You got some of the nicest tits I’ve seen in a long while. I wasn’t lying. I saw tits all the time, but hers by far were the best.

She worked up the courage to ask, Do you always say what’s on your mind?

I noticed that her gaze kept darting to where her friends were. Was she looking to be rescued? I brushed the thought aside, confident in my wooing capabilities.

It’s the only way to avoid a misunderstanding, I explained. I couldn’t take it any longer. I reached up and touched her hair. It was soft as silk. Millie caught her breath, but didn’t try to move away. Our eyes clung for a moment. I’m going to enjoy you, darlin’. Going to enjoy learning this sexy body and sinking my dick deep inside you.

Her cheeks flushed and her lips parted as she sucked in air. Before I did exactly that, I swung her around so that she was facing the jets. A little whimper escaped her as I closed in until my front was flush against her back. She began to pant, and I grinned like an evil mother fucker, knowing exactly where the hard force of the jet was hitting her. I leaned in and laughed softly against the side of her neck when she pushed her ass back in an effort to move away.

Don’t fight it, darlin’. I purposely ran my mouth up and down her silky flesh. Always grab the opportunity to feel good, I whispered into her ear. I felt her body tremble against me.

I knew I had her when she relaxed and began to move her hips in the subtle, graceful movement of a woman arching up to meet the dick pounding into her. Fuck! I grit my teeth and held back from reaching forward and helping her get off with my fingers.

Never one to hold back before, I usually took what I wanted, when I wanted, and I didn’t care who might be watching. Some had called me an exhibitionist. I liked public sex, and it didn’t matter if I was the one getting off, or if I was pleasuring one of the club bitches. It was about feeling good in the moment.

I glanced around at the others at the pool to make sure no one was paying us any attention. Frenchie and Lissa were at the deep end, and I could tell from their movements that he was fucking her. When had Bull shown up? He and Viola were talking where she was lounging on the deck. Satisfied, I returned my attention back to the sexy woman in front of me.

Everything indicated that she was close. Her panting. The thrust of her hips. Let it go, darlin’, I said against her ear, giving it a tug. Pretend it’s my tongue on your sweet little pussy.

She whimpered.

That it’s my mouth sucking on your little clit, my fingers sliding into your wet cunt. I bit lightly at her shoulder. My fingers curling into that sweet spot inside you.

I felt her come apart, and reached up to cover her mouth with my hand. She threw her head back in response to the force of her orgasm, her body convulsing against me. Once again I found myself clenching my teeth as her sweet ass was tight against my hard dick. I could so easily have chased my own orgasm, but I wanted Millie to know that she could trust me. Trust that I would take care of her.

I let her come down at her own pace, keeping my body between her and anyone who might glance our way. I didn’t want her embarrassed in front of her friends, and for some reason I wanted to protect her from the knowing eyes of my brothers. They wouldn’t hesitate to reveal that they knew what had just happened.

Any other time, it wouldn’t have fucking mattered to me.

But she mattered.

And I knew that I was screwed.

Chapter 2

Millie

Ohmygod! Ohmygod! What did I just do? Never—and I mean never—had I done anything so brazen before, in public, and with a man I didn’t even know. A stranger! What in the hell was wrong with me? At the time it hadn’t mattered that I didn’t know him. Nothing had mattered except for the sexy man behind me and what he was making me feel with just his filthy words.

It had been so long!

I was such a goner!

After the most intense orgasm I’d ever had from pool jets (because truthfully, I’d had a few before during late-night swims alone), Loco guided my still quivering body over to the steps. He didn’t have to tell me to sit down. I sank down upon the steps like a deflated balloon.

I’m so freaking embarrassed, I murmured, not meeting his eyes. What must he think? I looked around to that make sure Lissa and V hadn’t been watching.

Don’t be. I could hear the smile in his voice. It was sexy as fuck watching you get off, darlin’. I plan to see it again.

It won’t be out here. What was I saying? My words implied that there would be a next time. I mean, um, I’m not into public, ah, public sex.

He laughed, the rasp of it tickling my still sensitive clit. You’ll learn.

His confidence was alarming and turned me on, which was easy to ignore now that I’d had an orgasm. I huffed. Who are you? The man was impossible! We don’t even know each other. How can you say such, ah, explicit things?

He leaned in close. Darlin’, I already warned you that when I want something, I get it. But let me rephrase that—when I want something, I take it.

Hearing the truth in his tone, I swallowed hard. What do you want?

To fuck you.

I looked away as I thought about his words, unsure of what I should feel about his comment. It was clear and simple and there was no way to misinterpret what he meant. He wanted to fuck me. He didn’t want me. He didn’t know me. He didn’t like me. He just wanted physical gratification from a woman that was probably one of many. Loco was obviously used to having sex anytime he wanted it.

I wasn’t going to waste my breath by denying that I found him attractive, that I felt an instant something for him, but I refused to demean myself by giving in to him so easily. I wasn’t that desperate. I returned my gaze to his, seeing the determination to get what he wanted in his eyes. I smiled in spite of it.

He didn’t smile. In fact, his eyes turned serious. You’re going to make this difficult, aren’t you?

I’m just not going to make it easy for you. Same thing, I thought. You can’t just tell a woman, a stranger, that you want to fuck her, Loco. Not in my world anyway. I expect more.

He frowned. Like flowers and fucking candy?

I snorted. I expect you to like me. Which means you have to get to know me. I don’t go around sleeping with men just to get off. I don’t do one-night stands. That, ah, thing we just did was way out of the norm for me. So far out of the norm that . . .  that— I was having a hard time finding the right word.

I’m getting to know you now, he pointed out.

It’s a start.

He growled and looked over at Bull and Viola. Getting to know a woman isn’t usually my thing. Don’t do dates or any of that other shit. The women at the club know what they’re there for. Keeps things simple.

I was insulted that he was comparing me to the women of his club. Then go fuck one of them! I snapped without thinking.

His eyes turned hard as polished stone. His expression revealed that I may have gone too far. I didn’t know Loco. In spite of his crazy sex appeal, I got the impression that he could also be dangerous and deadly. Would he strike out at my outburst? I’d been at the receiving end of abuse at the hands of a man, and I unconsciously braced myself for what might be coming.

Something in my expression must have given me away.

I’m not going to hurt you, Loco said with a scowl. I don’t fucking appreciate you looking at me like I just stomped on your puppy.

I calmed myself, swallowing hard. I don’t know you, I reminded him. I wanted to get up and leave, but I didn’t want to expose myself to him. Didn’t want his eyes on my body. My lack of confidence with any encounter with a man reminded me of my inexperience.

Loco was out of my league. I’d known it the second I saw his sexy swagger as he’d walked up to the pool. Over-confident, and certain that his god-like good looks would draw the eye of any woman in his vicinity. Why wouldn’t women look? He was hot. His muscular body was covered in colorful tattoos, and he had a Mohawk that appeared to be growing out.

When our eyes had first met, a shock had surged through my system. No one had ever looked at me like he had before.

Instant attraction.

Instant hunger.

My body’s immediate reaction to both.

Before I could even remind myself that I had personal issues around men, Loco had wiped them all away with his actions. And that voice and the way he’d rasped those dirty words against my skin—I shivered all over again as I remembered. Within five minutes of knowing him he’d taken over, and I’d followed him, albeit a little shyly and fearfully, like a puppet on a string.

I’d never met anyone like Loco before. He was brash, and outspoken, and kind of intimidating. Was he really attracted to me, or did he think I was an easy conquest? Some guys weren’t choosy when they thought they would get something. Some thought girls like me, a little on the plump side, were desperate and would be happy to get it anyway that we could. I’d been at the receiving end of some assholes who thought they were doing me a favor by showing me a little attention.

Somehow, I didn’t think Loco was like that. He seemed too natural and sincere in the way that he looked and talked to me for it to be an act just to get me into bed. The way he looked at me caused my core to clench with need and my blood to catch fire. I’d never reacted to a man so quickly, and within seconds of meeting his penetrating eyes I’d wanted him. What’s more, I believed him when he said he wanted me, too.

I hoped he wasn’t playing me. I was out of practice when it came to flirting and sensing when a man was really interested in me. In the years since Stuart, I’d stayed mostly to myself, content to form the occasional friendship and run my pet-sitting business. Men hadn’t been on my radar, and as long as I had my trusty little blue bullet I was set.

So what was I doing humoring this man? This stranger with all the tattoos, long hair, and compelling blue eyes? When he’d removed his clothes, I’d watched in stunned silence as his perfect body had slowly been exposed. The man was all hard muscle, bulging biceps, defined chest, washboard abs, thick thighs. I’d never thought of veins being a turn-on before, but the ones running along his forearms caused my breath to catch. The only part of his god-like body that had been covered was his cock, the large bulge outlined by the tight fit of his short boxer briefs.

By the time I was done examining Loco’s perfect body I was hot, wet between the legs, and I swear that my clit was pulsating. I had been more than ready to let him drag me into the water. It was a wonder that steam hadn’t rolled off me. Before I could rein it in, a loud sigh had escaped me when my overheated body was beneath the water. He hadn’t let my hand go, but had taken me to the side where we could hold on.

You’re thinking too hard about this, darlin’.

I took a deep breath. I have to. No one else is going to take care of me.

I was used to taking care of myself.

Chapter 3

Loco

If I were a smart man I’d forget about Millie. She was a good girl. Too sweet for the likes of me, and I had plenty of bitches at my disposal at the clubhouse. I didn’t have to work for pussy when I was in need, which was most of the time. I liked to fuck, and the dirtier the better. Something told me that Millie would be shocked by what I liked in bed. Rough being at the top of the list. I liked to feel it when I was pounding into a nice, wet snatch, and I made sure that she felt it, too.

A woman would never get soft and easy from me.

The club bitches and hang arounds I surrounded myself with liked it as dirty and rough as I did. They knew how much they would get from me, and when it was over they knew to get gone. I liked it that way. Liked that they were smart enough to keep shit uncomplicated. Made everyone’s lives easier and more enjoyable.

Millie had complication written all over her.

And I couldn’t get her off my fucking mind.

Even with a club whore straddling my lap, her naked ass right on my dick, her big fake tits in my face. All I had to do was open my mouth and I’d have a nipple on my tongue. Normally I would have been all over her, but this time I was only barely interested. Sure, before it was all said and done I would bust a nut in her mouth, might make her come with my fingers, but tonight it seemed that getting in the mood was a fucking struggle.

I didn’t like that. Didn’t like that I was preoccupied with another woman, and one I had no business thinking about. I wanted Millie like a fucking fiend. Wanted to feel her wet heat surround me when I sank into her body for the first time. Fuck. Just thinking about it turned me hard, and I’d rubbed one off more than once with her pretty face on my mind.

I snorted to myself. If my brothers caught wind that I was using my hand instead of one of the girls’ ready pussies they’d laugh me out of the clubhouse. I needed to change that before word got out.

Not feeling it tonight, lover?

Long, thin fingers with nails as sharp as daggers roamed up my chest and sank into my hair, dragging my attention back to the bitch that was sitting in my lap. Cassey, a new club whore who was still on probation, was doing her best to get me to engage. I met the teasing twinkle in her blue eyes, taking in her pretty face. Unlike some of the other girls, she didn’t cake on her makeup, didn’t wear her hair all wild and ratty looking as if she hadn’t combed it. Her blond locks were hanging over her left tit in a thick braid.

I reached forward to take the braid in my hand, purposely brushing the back of my fingers over her nipple. She responded just like I knew she would, grinding her ass against my hard dick. Millie may have been on my fucking mind, but Cassey was here and willing, and she was hot. I’d fucked her a few times and she was wild in bed. She definitely knew how to keep my attention, or at least she always had in the past. Right now, I couldn’t get a redheaded, green-eyed beauty off my mind.

Which I was determined to do, because no woman controlled my thoughts or my dick.

With a growl of determination, I squeezed Cassey’s tit until she whimpered. Not in the mood for pussy, but I won’t turn down your pretty lips on my dick, I smirked.

She did that pout thing with her lips that women thought made them look cute and irresistible. Come on, baby. I have a serious itch. She let her hand drop between us to my straining dick.

Your itch isn’t my problem, I reminded her, letting her hand ease some of the pressure behind my zipper. Now get down on your knees and suck my dick dry.

The satisfied gleam in her eyes gave her away. She was eager to get her hands on my dick. Club whores were there for that very thing. To satisfy me and my brothers anytime we needed relief. Cassey might be new, but she’d caught on real fast, thanks to advice from Mitzi and Cherry. We’d recently lost Lulu, which was a fucking shame. But no one could fault her for wanting to do better with her life, and the club was helping her move on.

My hand dropped to the top of Cassey’s hair when she slid off my lap to the floor, right between my knees where I wanted her. As she worked my zipper down, my gaze moved around the room. Demon, Cole, and Oz were at a table with their old ladies. Mitzi and Cherry were dancing and grinding their naked pussies on their poles, keeping the attention of some of my brothers. Bam Bam, a new prospect, was working the bar.

The door to the club opened, and Sax and Holly walked in. Sax rolled his eyes when he saw Cassey pull out my dick and lean forward. I gave him a knowing smirk, and then rolled my head back with a low groan when her mouth closed around me. I didn’t care which woman had my dick in her mouth, it felt fucking good. I leaned back in my chair and thrust my hips forward so she could deep throat me. The hand I kept in her hair forced her to move the way that I