Free Seven Sunsets by Morgan Jane Mitchell

something for him.”
    “Gross,” Cowboy coughed. I’d been thinking it too. Bones had a bin of flesh eating bugs at home that helped in his collection of his namesake.
    “You mean he gave you something to clean?” Cowboy asked, still grossed out, something meaning a body part.
    Bones nodded, smiling.
    I told him, “Man, next thing you know we’ll be calling you Hannibal.”
    “Hell no. I don’t eat the flesh. That’s what the bugs are for.”
    “Speaking of Hannibal.” Cowboy wanted to talk about our plan.
    “Speaking of pussy.” Bones wanted to go to a strip club since we weren’t going to the clubhouse. “We’ll talk in the morning.”
    “You two go on. I’ve got my pussy.”
    Emery slapped my back. “Is that what I am?” She pouted as they rode away.
    “No, but I plan on fucking you so good you beg to come away with me.” I kissed her, and we made our way to our room. Bones had checked us in this nice hotel with one of his business accounts. One I’m sure the club didn’t know about. He wouldn’t have risked us being found. I cleared my head and concentrated on Emery’s ass swaying in front of me. I’d thought I’d needed a drink, but now I wanted to bury my head somewhere else.

Chapter 7
     
    Emery
     
    I knew he was looking at my ass and that was fine by me. He’d said he planned to fuck me so good, I’d come away with him. It was the sweetest thing a man had ever said to me, that hadn’t been a lie. I hoped it wasn’t a lie. Scar didn’t give me a chance to freshen up. Sweaty from the ride as well, he was kissing me right through door. His tongue twirled in my mouth as he clutched the back of my hair. His other hand squeezed my ass, but my pussy felt it. Before long, we were against the wall, him tugging down my leather pants. Scar’s warm breath hit my clit first. Then his tongue flicked it, turning me on even more. Then his tongue snaked in and out of me, causing me to unravel. I grabbed at his hair, feeling like I would come already. He came up, looking at me with his hazel eyes like he would devour me.
    Scar was a big guy, six foot two inches of pure rippling muscle. He took off his shirt, exposing his scar that ran down his torso but also the tattoos that made him even hotter in my book. I went for his belt, not the delicious v of muscle that led down to what I craved but his leather one, undoing it with a fever. I wanted his cock in my mouth. He was happy to help as I sunk to my knees and swallowed as much of it as I could. Sucking and slurping him in and out of my mouth, I enjoyed him petting my head in appreciation.
    Scar twisted my hair in his big hands and helped move me along, my mouth up and down on his dick until he was hitting the back of my throat. He pulled me away completely, trapping me against the wall with his huge body. “I need inside of you.” His voice was husky and serious. It made my stomach knot. He took off my shirt and bra, in between passionate kisses. “Are you ready to be convinced?”
    “Yes,” I breathed.
    Scar picked me up, his arms under my knees. He pressed me into the wall as he inched his cock into me extremely slow, making my breath hitch with each movement. “I thought I’d lost you today.”
    I’d been thinking about that too. I’d tried to die so many times but when Dixie fired her gun, I didn’t want to die. Even though I’d thought he planned to trade me off, I longed to really be his woman.
    Scar had me impaled against the wall, whispering in my ear, “Could you love a man like me, scar and all?”
    “Could you love a mess like me, with all mine?”
    “You first.” He thrust forward hard, hitting some button that turned me into a blubbering idiot.
    “Oh, yes.” I’d been answering his question, sure, but the ride had also begun. I held onto his back as he pounded my pussy so hard I would have a cuntcussion in the morning. I wrapped my legs around him, giving him deep access as I floated on a wave of ecstasy. Soon, he was