by K. S. Ellis
'Fuck me, Aric,' she whispers, her tongue sliding over her lower lip. Holy fucking shit. I need to be inside her right. Fucking. Now. Sliding my hands up her legs, they just keep sliding and I meet no fucking lacy resistance. Her eyes twinkle and she bites down on her bottom lip. My breath catches as I realize that's she's not wearing any fucking panties. I fumble with my belt and finally my cock springs free, and I grab her hips and guide her into position, before pulling her down hard at the same time as I thrust my hips up. She moans, her head tipping backwards, her hair spilling down her back, and then her hands smooth up my chest before gripping my shoulders and she looks me in the eyes as she starts to ride me.
'I love you,' she murmurs, and I tug her face down so that I can crush her lips to mine.
'I love you, too,' I murmur back, my hands finding her hips to change the pace. Her breathing turns to pants as she dips her forehead onto my shoulder and rides out her orgasm. I tip her over onto her back, laying on the sofa on top of her, before thrusting hard into her until I come.
'We should get ready for the party,' she finally whispers, her fingers tracing a circular pattern on the back of my neck. Groaning, I nip at her earlobe with my teeth before sitting up, pulling her up with me.
'Doesn't feel like much of a celebration,' I mutter, reaching down to find my shirt.
Chapter 37
LENA
Aric was right. It doesn't feel like much of a celebration. Unlike that very first party I went to, when Aric told me that maybe it would be a little too rough for me, when the club was celebrating Strafe prospecting, and Conrad patching in, this is much more melancholy. Even Strafe doesn't seem to be celebrating that much. His bullet wound is pretty much healed, and he takes the shots that the others give him, but I can tell that his heart isn't in it.
He moved into Conrad's old room the other day. Apparently patched in members get different treatment to prospects, and so he's entitled to a room here if that's where he's going to live full time. Bruiser and Aric helped him move his stuff, since Killer had made himself scarce. Aric thinks that Strafe has a girlfriend, because he’s been spending a lot of nights away from the clubhouse recently. But when he is here, he’s got a proper room now.
Killer is at the party, I realize. He's seated on one of the sofas, talking to Fangs, and at least now he's back to drinking his whiskey from a glass, instead of straight from the bottle. Aric is over talking to Holton, and the place is getting busier and busier. Bruiser drops onto the barstool beside me, pushing a glass of vodka towards me, and flashes me a grin.
'They're from the other three chapters,' he tells me, taking a sip of his drink and then surveying the room. I notice that, just like when I'm with Aric, there is a tiny bubble of space around Bruiser and me. When I'm with Aric, or with Holton, for that matter, I'm pretty sure that it's a respect thing. When I'm with Bruiser, I'm pretty sure it's a fear thing. Having lived with him, and fed him, on a daily basis, I know that while he is every bit as damn terrifying as people think, he's also an okay guy. He's always had my back, anyway. Except when he won't give me lifts. He can run hot and cold, I've noticed.
'Why are they here?' my eyes dart around, trying to read their cuts, figuring out who is from Phoenix. Bruiser notices.
'They've all come to prove that they're loyal to the club, and to Holton. Don't worry,' he tips his glass at me. 'We made sure that everyone from Phoenix who was in on the plot to hurt you, paid for it.'
'Thank you,' I respond automatically, though I can hear the uncertainty in my tone, almost like it was a question. I'm pretty sure he means that he and Aric killed them all. And while it's comforting to know that they're all dead, I still shudder when I think about how they got that way, and maybe what happened to them before that.
'You're welcome,' he slugs back his drink and then looks over at me, thoughtfully. 'I like you Lena,' he tells me, and I just blink. 'You're good for Aric. Sometimes he can be fucking too impulsive, and you balance that out. Can't have a fucking impulsive VP. Bad for business, bad for the club.' He raps the bar with his knuckles before flashing me another grin and disappearing into the crowd.
It's very early in the morning when the crowd thins, and I can see that most of the partiers have dispersed. Bruiser disappeared with a club groupie at some point. She reappeared, but he didn't. Strafe is passed out on top of the pool table, and I quickly look away when I realize that Killer is fucking a groupie against the jukebox. Oh my goodness, I sneak another peek at the two of them before blushing and looking away again. It's the same groupie that Bruiser left with earlier. Gross.
'I never took you for a peeping tom.' Aric's breath is hot against my ear, and I can smell the faint tinge of bourbon, mixed with his earthy scent. I giggle as he slides his hands up my sides and they cover my breasts.
'Maybe I got bored waiting for you,' I gasp, a little breathlessly, and he spins my barstool around, pressing my thighs open with his hips, before tangling a hand through my hair to tug my head back, giving him access to my neck. I moan a little as he trails his mouth up my throat and starts kissing that spot behind my ear that he knows drives me wild. His tongue darts out and I can hear my breath coming out in pants. His other hand snakes up my thigh, heading for my panties, and then he covers my mouth with his, as I moan when two of his fingers push aside my panties and enter me.
'Not here,' I mumble against his mouth, and I can feel him smiling against my lips. His fingers disappear, and I'm almost disappointed, then his hands come down under my thighs and he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, and my arms around his neck and he quickly carries me up the stairs, his mouth still on mine. We make it to his room, and he props me on top of the dresser, before tugging off my panties and plunging inside me. His fingers make short work of the bow at my waist and once he has my dress open at the front, he tugs down the cup of my bra, his mouth latching onto my nipple and I squirm as his tongue lashes the nipple in time with his hard thrusts. Tangling my fingers in his hair, I groan as I feel my orgasm build, and then he bites down on my nipple at the same time his thumb grinds into my clit and he thrusts hard into me and stills as he comes. I scream as my orgasm crashes over me. Yeah, I'm definitely going to have to buy some lozenges before I do permanent damage to my throat with all this screaming.
Epilogue
ARIC
Lena tips some waffles and bacon onto my plate as I take a sip of her delicious coffee, seated at the breakfast bar in the clubhouse kitchen. Seriously, if she has a good business plan for this café, I will be pushing the club hard to back her financially. The woman can fucking cook. She smirks at me as she slips onto her stool, taking another sip of her coffee and I fork in a mouthful of waffles with a grin.
Reaching over, I thread my fingers through her hair and stroke her cheek with my thumb while I eat. She pulls out her phone, looking at menu options, I think.
‘You’re thinking of opening a café?’ I ask her, and her eyes dart over towards me in surprise.
‘You know about that?’ she asks, her voice sounding unsure, and I can’t help it. I roll my fucking eyes at her.
‘Yeah,’ I snort at her. ‘It’s all you look at on your phone these days. I fucking noticed.’ Lena blushes, ducking her head, but I catch a small smile. She likes that I noticed, I think.
‘It’s just a dream,’ she murmurs, shrugging, and I tug her onto my lap, my delicious meal forgotten while I slide my nose up her neck.
‘If anyone could make it work, it’s you,’ I tell her truthfully, and Lena looks sharply at me with surprise.
‘You think so?’ I can hear the shock in her voice, and I nod, tipping my head to the side.
‘I think so,’ I agree. ‘You write up a proper business proposal and take it to Dad. If he thinks it has merit, he’ll put it to a vote for the club to back you financially.’
‘And you think that the club would go for that?’ The uncertainty is back in her voice, and I grin at her.
‘I’d champion your cause, angel,’
I smirk at her, and she beams at me, kissing me hard before turning back to her phone as I pick up my fork again, keeping her lounging on my lap.
I didn’t realize how much I needed this. A relaxing morning, eating waffles and bacon with my girl, after the fucking year we had. I don’t think that I’ll ever be fully trustful of anyone outside of my family, Lena, Bruiser and Killer again. Maybe Strafe. Not after what I thought was our most loyal chapter fucking betrayed us. I know that we sorted that shit with Fenton, but I’m still dirty on those Phoenix boys. How the fuck could not one of them have tipped us the fuck off?
I snuggle Lena closer, resting my head on her shoulder while she strokes my hair. My eyes close and I have to fight back a groan of contentment. Fuck it, why am I fighting it? At the sound of my groan, Lena’s fingers stroke harder. I have no idea how I got so fucking lucky finding her. Lena didn’t fall into my lap, she was fucking placed there. Only good thing that Cory fucking Channing ever did in his life was hand me Lena. And I’m never fucking letting her go.
How the fuck could I? She’s proved that she has more integrity in her fucking little finger than all those brothers, and it’s me she’s fucking loyal to. Sighing, I abandon my fork again, and I notice that Lena has dropped her phone onto the counter. She wraps her arms around my shoulders as I bury my face into her neck, my lips teasing the skin there as I muse.
If it's not one fucking thing, it's another, hey. As a club, we're stronger than ever. More united than ever. Hell, what was left of the Phoenix chapter, and their new Prez, as well as the Las Vegas and Portland chapters all descended on San Remo en masse in order to pledge their loyalty to my father and the fucking mother chapter. We’re fucking all square there. Now we have a different thorn in our side.
Mitch Herschel, the State Senator who I'm pretty sure has designs on the US Senate has decided that he needs to clean up California of drugs, guns, whores, and outlaw motorcycle clubs. Yeah, kind of our whole thing. Normally we'd have a healthy respect for someone that side of the law sticking to their principles, but Mitch Herschel has straddled that line for too fucking long for it to be about anything other than money and optics for him.
For as long as I can remember, everyone has known that you can get Mitch Herschel to look the other way, and even help out with lubricating the way for shipments for the right kind of cash. Now he's making an enemy of us by using that knowledge, and keeping the cash we paid him when we gave him the fucking details, to get the feds to seize our fucking shipments. Slimy fucking snitch. But Dad's got a plan.
See, Mitch Herschel is originally from San Remo, and he's got a daughter. She's just finished grad school and is in town. Visiting friends and relatives, or some shit. And we've been following her. He wants to come after my family, then I'm fucking coming after his. See how he likes that shit.
I tip my head back as Lena smiles down at me, my lips finding hers as my tongue teases and then licks into her mouth, curling behind her teeth. Yeah, I could get fucking used to this.
THE END
Acknowledgements
Thank you to my ever patient husband, Cameron, without whom this book would never have seen the light of day. Thank you for always believing in me, and for backing me when I decided to take this plunge!
Thank you to my brilliant sister, Violet, who never wavered in her support, and was the first to read my writing.
Thank you to my parents and siblings, who have always been proud of me, and without whom I would probably never have had the courage to publish.
Thank you to my amazing beta readers, for their input, their unflinching (and welcome!) critiques, and their fantastic guidance. I couldn't have done it without you, ladies!
About The Author
K. S. ELLIS
Writing has always been a hobby for me, ever since I was little. But it wasn't until I took some time off from work to raise my daughter that I really had a little more time to set aside to properly focus on my passion, and bringing the very real people in my head alive on the page.
I find the best way for me to write is to immerse myself in a story, let my characters take me where they want to go, and hope for the best. When finishing a book, I always like to leave my characters at a point in their lives where I know that they are happy, in love, and hopefully, going to go off and live good lives without me looking over their shoulders. I hope that I have managed that!
When I'm not living in the world of my characters, I live in Brisbane, Australia, with my very understanding husband, our wonderful little girl, and our two energetic cats.
Books In This Series
Wild Hawks MC Romance
A four book romance series about the lives and romances of the bikers of the Wild Hawks Motorcycle Club, set in South West California.
Sweet Sin
LENA
I had my life all mapped out. Well, I knew what I wanted to do for the next few years at least, and none of those things involved being a bed warmer for a vicious outlaw. But then my no-good, Momma’s-boy, step-brother Cory put the brakes on all that. So here I am. In Aric Shaw’s bed. I shouldn’t enjoy the things he does to me, but he just makes me feel so alive.
ARIC
Life was good. I'm Vice President of the Wild Hawks Motorcycle club, and I’ve only just turned thirty. I was supposed to have a few more years before I even thought about saddling myself with an old lady. Too bad fate, and my President, had other plans for me. Lena Allman was handed to me on a silver platter. She swept into the clubhouse in her pretty little tea dresses and into my bed in her matching lingerie, and I just can’t get enough of her.
When outside forces try to exploit this unconventional relationship, will these two complete opposites cling together? Or will they fall apart?
Sweet Torture
BRUISER
Ever since I patched in to the Wild Hawks MC, I’ve done exactly what they’ve told me to do. I’ve hurt who they told me to hurt, and killed who they told me to kill. But I can’t hurt her. Wren Herschel is the only person alive who likes looking me in the eye. How am I supposed to ever look away?
WREN
All my life my father has shown me nothing but pain, and now, because of him, I’m the prisoner of a vicious one percenter motorcycle club. They sent their enforcer to make me hurt, but all he has ever done has made me feel alive. Everyone else may see Bruiser, but I just see Griffin Esk. He might be the monster everyone says he is, but he’s my monster and I’d do anything to get to stay with him.
As obstacle after obstacle is thrown at them, can these two damaged souls come together and prevail? Or are some things just not meant to be?
Sweet Pain
HOPE
Dead broke and barely existing as a past I just want to forget tries to drag me under, I did the stupidest thing imaginable. I agreed to step back from my job at the hospital and be a home nurse for an injured outlaw. In my home. Yeah, I was that desperate for the cash. I was expecting a dangerous, scary criminal. After all, his name is “Killer”. But Garret Killen is nothing like I was expecting, and he just took my breath away. Now my past is catching up with me, and it’s threatening to drag us both down.
KILLER
Seven. That’s how many bullets to the chest Killen’s have taken in the last year for the Wild Hawks MC. Only my four didn’t kill me. Unlike my baby brother Conrad. Thank God for small mercies though, because my bullets did give me Hope. Now that I’ve got her, I’d do anything for her, even open up my heart again.
Everyone has a past, but with so many shadows hanging over them, can these two find their way through and into the light?
Sweet Redemption
NAN
Seven years ago I lost the only home and family that I’ve ever known. I walked away from the Wild Hawks MC and now I’m not their Princess anymore. But one man has never let me go, and that’s Steve “Strafe” Parson. He’s the only man I have ever wanted, and now, maybe he can just be mine. But having Steve means letting the Wild Hawks back into my life.
And I don’t know if I’m ready for that. If I’ll ever be ready for that.
STRAFE
Nan Shaw has always been mine. It just took me seven years to figure it out. I guess I’ve always been a bit of a slow learner. But the thing about me is, once I’ve learned my lesson, I never forget it. And I’m never letting Nan go. She has beef with the Wild Hawks, the only place I’ve ever truly belonged. But what she doesn’t know is that I would walk away from everything. Just for her.
Can one man bring two irreconcilable forces together, and be strong enough to hold them? Find out in the conclusion to the four book series.
