Fallen Lords MC: Books 4-6

by Winter Travers

  Is it possible to erase messages before someone reads them? Ten minutes ago.

  Fuck. I meant to ask Google that. Four minutes ago.

  “Girl, what is with that huge ass smile on her face?”

  I glanced up and saw Cora and Alice were both turned in their seats looking at me.

  “She’s been bit by the biker bug.” Cora wiggled her eyebrows.

  I curled my lip and dropped my phone in my purse. I most certainly had not been. “Uh, no.”

  Alice wiggled her finger at me. “I do not blame you. Clash’s shoulders are amazing, and that smoldering look he has is enough to knock down anyone's walls.”

  “My walls are not knocked down,” I insisted.

  “They all say that,” Cora laughed. “Though in the end, they always end up pregnant and happy.” She hitched her thumb toward Alice. “Exhibit A.”

  Alice knocked her thumb down. “I didn’t plan on falling for the bearded biker.”

  “You guys never plan it, but it always happens.” Cora started the car and headed back to the clubhouse. “And then you always act surprised that it happened.”

  “Nothing is happening,” I insisted.

  Alice gave me a knowing look. “Right,” she drawled. “There was nothing happening when I knocked on your door earlier.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Warden,” she whispered.

  I put my hand in her face and shook my head. “I’m going to need you to turn around.”

  “Why?” Alice laughed. “Am I hitting a little too close to home?”

  I rolled my eyes. “I’m not going to be the next ol’ lady to be instilled in the clubhouse. I’m getting my own place and getting the hell out of there.”

  “What?” Alice gasped. “How the heck did you convince Wrecker of that?”

  I leaned forward. “I didn’t ask, Alice. He may be my brother, but he has no say in what I do with my life.”

  “That’s not what I meant.” She wrinkled up her nose. “Well, that’s sort of what I meant. I thought you were at the clubhouse because Wrecker is afraid something is going to happen to you.”

  I snorted. It was a little too late for that. “I’m there because my brother feels guilty.”

  “Guilty?” Cora glanced at me in the rearview mirror.

  “What do you mean?” Alice asked.

  I shook my head and looked out the window. “You’re going to have to ask him that, Alice.”

  “You do know she is going to ask him, right?” Cora laughed.

  I was actually surprised she didn’t already know. “Ask him, Alice. Then come ask me again because I really doubt he’s going to tell you the whole truth.”

  Alice looked concerned but didn’t say anything else. She turned back around and cranked up the radio. “Don’t forget to stop for a sub,” she muttered to Cora.

  I had killed the fun mood. I didn’t mean to.

  I guess since it was out there what had happened to me, I didn’t feel like I needed to hide it anymore. Not that I was going to shout it from the rooftops, but I wasn’t going to hide from it anymore.

  Regret hit me almost instantly, though.

  Was I really ready for the whole world to know what happened to me?

  I had come to terms with it a while ago.

  I stared out the window and sighed.

  No going back now.

  *

  Chapter Fourteen

  Clash

  “She’s not going to be able to eat all of that.”

  “You’re wrong. I watched her eat a whole can of Pringles yesterday and then tell Wrecker ten minutes later she was dying from hunger.” Nikki wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “She’s going to finish that sub and then grab the gallon of vanilla ice cream. Just watch,” she muttered.

  “Wrecker is going to have to go in the grocery business if he wants to keep up with Alice,” Pipe chuckled.

  Nikki elbowed him in the gut.

  “What the hell was that for?” he rubbed his stomach and glared at Nikki.

  “That wasn’t nice,” she grumbled.

  “You’re the one who just told us she ate a whole can of Pringles without coming up for air. I was just making an observation,” Pipe grumbled.

  I finished my beer and set it next to my three other empties. “Pretty sure making any kind of observation about what a woman is eating is not the right thing to do.”

  Nikki wagged her finger at me. “Clash is smart.” She looked at Pipe. “Be more like Clash.”

  Cora chuckled. “Words I never thought I would hear.”

  “But she ain’t wrong,” I laughed.

  Pipe flipped me off. “Shouldn’t you be keeping track of your inmate, warden?”

  Now it was my turn to flip him off.

  “Call me warden again and you’ll find my fist in your face.”

  Raven was the only one who could call me that. It had taken on a whole new meaning since she first used it.

  “He’s got amazing shoulders,” Alice called. “I would listen.”

  “Woman,” Wrecker growled.

  “What?” Alice protested. “Have you not seen them? They’re huge.”

  “Not sure I like you taking notice,” Wrecker growled.

  Alice rolled her eyes. “Your beard is better.” She pointed at her stomach. “And, you’re the one who got me pregnant. Pretty sure you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

  Wrecker looked at her stomach, and the hard lines around his eyes softened. “Just make sure it stays that way.”

  I grabbed my empty bottles and stood up. “I’m gonna check on Raven.”

  This was not a conversation I needed to stick around for. I dropped the empties into the garbage can and made my way to Raven’s room while Alice kept talking about my shoulders.

  Having the Prez’s ol’ lady talking about me was a little odd but when you factored in that it was Alice, it wasn’t so odd.

  I knocked on Raven’s door and waited to hear the lock slide.

  The first words out of her mouth made me chuckle. “Did she eat the whole thing?”

  “Should have stuck around and found out for yourself.” I stepped around Raven and fell back on her bed.

  “I’ve slacked the past couple of days. I needed to get some work done.” Raven shut the door and locked it.

  I hated that she automatically locked it. Even though I had managed to scale the walls she had put up, she still didn’t feel completely safe.

  “She had less than half of it left.” I put my arms behind my head and glanced at the TV. “You’re watching this again?”

  Raven snatched the remote off the bed and pointed it at the TV. “I can never get tired of Aquaman. If you have a problem with that, you can take your negativity somewhere else.”

  I chuckled and shook my head. “I think I’m good right here. Just wake me up when it’s over.”

  Raven hmphed.

  “You finish up what you needed to?” I asked.

  She shook her head and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Hardly. I can’t seem to concentrate. All I keep thinking about is the house.”

  “Wanna know what I keep thinking about?” I asked softly.

  She glanced over her shoulder at me. “You gonna tell me or show me?”

  I jackknifed up to sit and pulled her against my chest. “That an invitation?” I whispered.

  She bit her lip and nodded. “Yeah. Because I think I might have thought about this exact thing a time or two since I got back.”

  “Thank God,” I growled. I closed the gap between us and delved my fingers into her hair.

  She straddled my lap and draped her arms over my shoulders. “Kiss me, Clash.”

  The kiss was rough and deep. Her lush body was pressed firmly against mine, and she ground her sweet pussy into my hardening cock. Her fingers found the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head.

  “Jesus,” she gasped. Her hands were all over me, trying to feel everything at once. She pressed greedy kisses across my chest, and her tongue
licked the curve of my collarbone.

  “Holy fuck, Raven,” I growled.

  She hummed softly and planted her hand on my chest. “Holy fuck is right,” she whispered. She pushed me back and fell, coming with me.

  We were a flurry of hands trying to touch and feel. I was pulling her shirt up, and her fingers were on the zipper of my pants when a knock sounded on the door.

  “No,” she whined.

  I squeezed my eyes shut and willed whoever had knocked to go the fuck away.

  “Raven,” Wrecker called.

  “You gotta be fucking kidding me,” Raven whispered.

  “Your brother is a fucking cock-blocker,” I grumbled.

  She laid a finger on my lips. “Shh. Maybe he’ll think we’re sleeping.”

  I opened my mouth and sucked her finger in. She closed her eyes and moaned.

  “Raven. We gotta talk,” he called through the door.

  Raven’s eyes opened, and she shook her head. “Not happening,” she whispered.

  Raven and Wrecker needed to clear the air about everything that had happened in the past, but it didn’t seem like Raven wanted to do that right now.

  He knocked one more time, and Raven shook her head. “Should I answer it?” she asked.

  I let go of her finger and growled. “Tomorrow.”

  She laughed and pressed a kiss to my chest. “I like the way you think.”

  My hands went back to her shirt, and I pulled it over her head before we could get interrupted again.

  She popped open the button on my jeans and pulled the zipper down. “This is happening.”

  “Are you talking to me or my dick?”

  “Both.” Her eyes connected with mine and then she slide down my body. She tugged my jeans down and off my legs. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down. My cock laid heavy against my leg, and my breath caught when her fingers wrapped around the shaft.

  Her mouth was on me before I could even think, and she swallowed me deep. The warmth of her mouth surrounded me, and her eyes connected with mine as she bobbed up and down.

  “Fucking shit, Raven.”

  She moved slowly, her tongue caressed every inch of my dick, and her hand cradled my balls. She rolled them between her fingers and moaned.

  “So fucking beautiful.” Watching my dick disappear in and out of her mouth was almost too much to take.

  My cock slid from her mouth, and she stroked it with her hand.

  “You like that?” she asked.

  “You got no fucking clue, beautiful.”

  A smirk spread across her lips, and she watched a pearl of precum form on the tip of my dick. She leaned down and lapped it up with her tongue. She hummed and sucked the tip of my dick between her lips.

  I was close to coming, and I hadn’t even sunk my cock into her yet. She was going to have to catch up to me.

  I grabbed her under her arms and hauled her up my body. “You trying to make me lose it?”

  She licked her lips. “Maybe?”

  “Payback's a bitch, beautiful.”

  I flipped her onto her back and had her pants and panties off before she could even breath. “Whoa,” she gasped.

  I slid down her body, pressing kisses to her soft skin along the way. “Wonder if you taste like this all over.”

  “Only one way to find out,” she mumbled.

  I glanced up and saw her eyes on me, her bottom lip between her teeth, and her arms behind her head. “Watch, beautiful. Watch me eat you.”

  I parted the lips of her pussy, and her body shook with anticipation.

  My tongue teased her sweet clit, and my fingers plunged into her.

  “Clash,” she moaned loudly.

  My name coming from her lips while I tasted her sweet pussy went to my head. This was something I wanted every day for the rest of my life.

  I drove her to the brink then backed off. I lazily lapped on her clit ‘til her moans were more than I could take. Her hands were now on my shoulders with her nails piercing my skin.

  “Please, please,” she pleaded.

  “You ready for me?” I asked.

  She nodded and tried to pull me up her body.

  I slowly made my way up her body ‘til my dick was pressing against her wet pussy.

  “You sure you want this, Raven? We do this and everything is going to change.”

  I didn’t want to stop. It would kill me if she told me to leave, but I wanted to be sure that this was what she wanted.

  “Swear to God, Clash, if you don’t fuck me within the next ten seconds, I am going to scream.”

  That's what I needed to hear.

  Things were going to change. She knew it just as much as I did. But being with her was too strong of a pull to ignore.

  I plunged inside her. The walls of her pussy contracting around me, and I growled deep. “Holy fuck.”

  “Yes,” she gasped. Her arms wound around my neck, and she cocked her legs wide. “Fuck me, Clash.”

  I moved fast, hammering into her.

  Her pleads and moans for more surrounded us.

  My breathing was labored, and my balls tightened with each thrust.

  Raven was the best pussy I had ever had.

  Raven was just the best ever.

  “Clash, God, please,” she gasped. “I’m gonna come.”

  I hooked my hands in the crook of her knees and pressed them toward the bed. I lifted back and pounded into her.

  Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she screamed my name. I watched her orgasm wash over her and knew that was something I would never get tired of seeing. Her pussy clamped down on my dick, and on the next thrust, I exploded inside her.

  Her name ripped from my lips, and I collapsed on top of her.

  Her arms wrapped around me, and our heavy breathing was the only sound in the room.

  A few minutes later, we both finally caught our breath and her hands were tracing lazy circles on my back.

  “That was not what I expected to happen when you walked in here.”

  “That a bad thing?” I muttered against her skin.

  “It was a pleasant surprise I would like to do again.”

  I chuckled deep and rolled to the side. I gathered her in my arms and managed to pull the blanket over us. “Give me a quick twenty-minute nap and I’ll be up for that. You wore me the hell out, beautiful.”

  “Same.” She smothered a yawn with the back of her hand and sighed.

  “One of us needs to turn the lights off.”

  “Siri,” she called. “Turn off the lights.”

  The lights flickered off, and we were surrounded in darkness.

  “You mean to tell me you can do that and I’ve been getting up every night to turn the lights off?” I grumbled.

  If I would have known Raven had some fancy shit to turn the lights off, I totally would have used that instead of getting up all of the time.

  She giggled and pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “I liked watching your backside every time you got up.”

  “I feel slightly used.”

  “I’ll make it up to you later.”

  I slapped her ass. “You fucking better.”

  She settled into me, and her breathing evened out. “Twenty minutes,” she mumbled sleepily.

  It was longer than twenty minutes later, but I had that sweet pussy three more times before the sun came up.

  I finally fell asleep with the sweet taste of her pussy on my lips, and I knew I was the luckiest bastard in the whole world.

  *

  Chapter Fifteen

  Raven

  “We need to talk.” Wrecker’s voice was low and even.

  I closed my eyes and prayed to be anywhere but here.

  “I stopped by your room last night but you must have been sleeping.”

  I grabbed a bottle of water and turned around to look at Wrecker. “Must have been.”

  Or I was about to have the best sex of my life. I had made the right choice to not
answer the door for Wrecker last night.

  It was only a little after seven, and I had left Clash in bed as I went to the kitchen to find something for my grumbling stomach.

  “We don’t need to talk, Wrecker.”

  I twisted the cap off the bottle and took a long drink. I never wanted to talk to him. At least, about this.

  “Yeah, we do.”

  And since Wrecker thought it needed to happen, it was going to.

  “Fine, talk.”

  He could talk all he wanted but it wasn’t going to change anything.

  He leaned against the kitchen counter and folded his arms across his chest. “I’m sorry.”

  “Okay, good talk.”

  He apologized. Time to move on. Though I wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for.

  I tried to make an escape past him, but he put his arm up and moved in my way.

  “Got a lot of shit to say, Raven, and you’re going to hear it even if you don’t want to.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Then spit it out.”

  “I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me. I thought putting you in foster care would be the best thing for you. I didn’t have a place to live or a steady job to support you with. I was crashing on my friends’ couches and scraping by doing odd jobs here and there. I didn’t even have my college diploma to help me get a better a job. I didn’t have anything, Raven. How was I supposed to take care of you?”

  “I was fifteen, Wrecker, not five. I could have helped. I would have gotten a job.”

  He shook his head. “That wasn’t a responsibility I wanted to put on you.”

  “So instead, you thought putting me in foster care where I could get raped seemed like a better option over getting a job?” I set the water bottle down and clapped my hands. “That was the best decision ever, Wrecker. Stick me in foster care and don’t check on me for years.”

  “I didn’t know that was going to happen to you.” He clenched his jaw. “If I would have known that was happening to you, I would have gotten you out of there.”

  “But how would you have known, Wrecker. You didn’t call me. You didn’t write me. You did nothing!”

  “I called!” he shouted back. “I called your fucking house, and I talked to your foster mom. She said you were withdrawn and quiet but doing good. I talked to your social worker. They all told me you were fine. They said you were fine!”