Chaotic Anger: The Seven MC Book 1

by Breck, A. R.

  Really?

  “Huh.” Is all I say. I let her thoughts fester until I can barely breathe. “What about you? Do you like any boys? Anyone at school?”

  She shrugs. “Meh, I don’t know.”

  I give Lilah one big push and step away. “Tell me.” Anything to get the attention of me.

  “It’s nothing really.”

  I narrow my eyes. “You not telling me makes me think that it’s someone here. Is it someone here? Oh God, please tell me it’s not Lynx.”

  “Ivy! He’s old!”

  “Well then, who is it?”

  She opens her mouth, then snaps it shut when the distant sound of motorcycles start rumbling down the road.

  “The guys are back.” She smirks slyly at me and starts walking away.

  I point at her. “We’re not done with this conversation.”

  “Uh huh. I’ll see you in a bit!” She runs inside, probably to help Haley get some food together for the guys. If they’re back now, that means they’re back early. The probably rode through the night.

  “Mommy, Z is back?” She has followed in the footsteps of most of the other people here in calling Aziel “Z”. He doesn’t mind. He actually seems to like it.

  “Sounds like it, doesn’t it?”

  She jumps off the swing. “Can we go see?”

  I hold my hand out for her. “Sure. Let’s go see what’s going on.” We start walking towards the front of the clubhouse just as the guys roll through the gate. They line up in front of the shop and hop off their bikes, stretching after a long ride.

  “Z!” Lilah runs up as Aziel hops off his bike. He wasn’t paying attention to anything until he hears her voice. His eyes widen as they lock with mine. Lilah runs up to him and clutches his leg. “You’re back!”

  He looks shocked and a little bashful as he hesitantly lays his hand on her back. “I am, kid. Did you miss me?”

  “Yeah!”

  I step in because I feel bad. He shouldn’t have to deal with a three-year-old the moment he gets off his bike after riding for who knows how long.

  “Come on, Lilah. Give him some room.” I peel her off of him and step back. An arm snaps out and snakes around my waist. I’m pulled into Aziel’s side.

  “Who said I wanted room?”

  “Well, I’m sure you’re tired… or something.” I blush at the affection.

  He leans down, brushing his lips across my neck. My eyes pop into saucers. “What’re you doing?”

  “I might be running on zero hours of sleep, but I also think I’m getting tired of us tip toeing around each other.” He rasps against the crook of my neck.

  I admit, I might be the reason for that. He’s been insistent in sleeping in his bed with me and Lilah, almost every night. Not that I mind. But daytime comes, and I’m a little distant. If I’m being honest, I know it’s because I’m scared. I’m scared of the future and I don’t want to jinx or give any reason for the world to come crashing around me. I’d much prefer to keep things in the dark where hopefully fate can’t even see what’s happening.

  But it appears he’s had enough.

  “Will you come with me to my house? I really want to take a fucking shower.” And he surprises me again.

  “What?”

  “Come home with me.” He squeezes my side.

  I look up at him, and his blue eyes swirl with want and need and maybe a little hesitation.

  “What about Lilah?”

  “I’ll take her for a bit. She can help me gets these guys some food.” Haley says from the doorway. Lilah perks up at that, grabbing onto Haley’s ha[ Knd and skipping inside without a backwards glance at me.

  Well, shit.

  “You sure you don’t want to go by yourself? I don’t want to be a bother.”

  “Why would you be?” He asks, a lick of anger in his tone. “If I ask you to go, I want you to go. I’m not trying to play any damn games, Ivy.”

  My eyes widen. “I can see that.”

  His shoulders drop. “You’re coming, then?”

  “Yeah, I’ll come.”

  His eyes glitter in anticipation, and a nervous ball of energy forms in the bottom of my rib cage, making it nearly impossible to take a full breath.

  “I’ll be back.” Aziel mutters to the guys.

  His dad lifts an eyebrow but says nothing else.

  Hopping on his bike, he roars it to life and gives me an expectant look. I slide on behind him, almost like second nature even though I’ve only been on his bike one other time. My arms curl around his stomach. Even with the October air, my body warms to a sweltering temperature.

  I jerk back as he shoots forward, my hands clinging even tighter to the tight muscles on his abdomen. It’s like perfectly sculpted brick made his human in front of me. He makes a wide U-turn and heads away from the front gate. I’ve never been towards the back of the property, nor do I have any idea how much land these guys own. But as we ride down a makeshift road, only stopping so Aziel can open a door on the back gate, and down a hill, we end up somewhere I’ve never been.

  It’s still dry up in the mountains away from San Diego, but the trees are bountiful and lush, bringing fresh air and green landscape to the desert. He weaves through spruce and pine trees as he glides down the hill. In the distance, I can see a small cabin-like home that sits half-hidden inside oversized spruce trees. A rambler made to look more like a lumberjack home instead of a rough biker’s. But as we pull up to it, I see the appeal and the beauty. It sits towards the edge of a hill, with wooded landscape behind him. But in front of him sits the world. He parks next to the home which gives me a generous look of the scenery around me. All I can see are mountains. Mountains that range in various sizes and colors. Some look nearly black, while others have a shadow of gray cloaking them. The closer hills are painted green, and some are even tinted bluish from the sky above. It’s beautiful here, and I internally take back my thought about his lumberjack cabin.

  This place is beautiful.

  “You comin’?” He says as he twirls his key around his finger.

  “Oh, yeah. Sorry. This place is just… wow.” I say, glancing over my shoulder once more to check out the beauty behind me.

  “Yeah. It’s pretty awesome. And it’s hidden from the trees, so no one really knows we’re here.”

  “Is this still part of the clubhouse?”

  He shakes his head as he walks towards the front door. “Nah. My dad owns this land, though. About fifty acres or so. Some of the other guys live a bit further down the hill, but I liked it up here. Away from it all. Hidden.”

  I nod, completely understand what he’s saying. I like it here, too. It’s perfect.

  “People don’t come up here. Everyone knows this is club territory. The only people stupid enough to walk on our property usually ends up killed.” He pauses his unlocking the door. “Sorry.”

  “No, actually, it makes me feel a little more reassured. You guys must keep this place guarded heavily then.”

  He unlocks three different locks then opens up his door, unarming his security system. “We don’t, actually. Only the clubhouse has guards, which is why I haven’t brought you here yet. Too risky.”

  “Then why am I here now? Did something happen?”

  He lifts his arm over my head, shutting the door and locking the three different locks. Each click on the lock releases a shackle around my heart.

  Click.

  Click.

  Click.

  “Because I’ve had enough.”

  “Had enough of what?” My voice is airy, breathless. His arm stays propped against the door behind him, hovering over me and caging me in. He smells like the outdoors, like the wind has ingrained itself in his skin. His cheeks are tinted pink from the October air. His hair is a mess, his usual hat on his head missing, and his wind-blown hair in complete disarray.

  “Tired of only being able to have you at night. I’m tired of not being able to touch you or kiss you whenever I want.” One hand falls
down, dropping to the back of my neck and giving it a light squeeze. “I want you, Ivy. I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. Wrapping my arm around you in the middle of the night isn’t enough. It never has been. I want you. All of you.”

  I bite my lip, the want and worry inside of me going to battle. But only one wins. It wasn’t even a battle in my mind, to be honest. I’ve been wanting him just as much, I’m just not used to being forward. In any way, shape, or form.

  “I want you, too.” I sigh, feeling relieved to finally say it. To let him know how I feel.

  “Thank fuck.” He growls, his hand around my neck giving it a light squeeze. His other hand releases my neck and wraps behind my legs, swooping me up with no effort. My legs curl around his waist, my arms wrap around his neck, and I give in. I give the kiss my all, gliding my tongue against his. He moans his approval, pulling me closer and kissing me as deeply as possible. It’s like he wants to swallow me whole. Tuck me inside of him and never let go. He releases me only a moment. I hear beeping behind me signaling him arming the security system, then his hand is back on me and he’s walking away from the front door.

  I don’t have time to look around his house. To see if he’s clean or messy. To admire his taste or cringe at it. To study the layout in case I need to find an escape route.

  His heavy feet stomp on the wood floor as we walk through the house. His lips never disconnecting from mine. It’s a soul sucking kiss, his taste filled with tobacco and mint. His scratchy beard is rough against my face. I bring a hand and run my fingers across his cheek, enjoying the prickly sensation against my fingertips. I love that this man before me isn’t perfect and doesn’t try to be. He is what he is, and he doesn’t give a shit if people don’t like it.

  The exact opposite of Santiago.

  I mentally kick his name out of Aziel’s house. He is not allowed in here. He is not allowed anywhere near this moment or this day.

  He sets me down, my toes curling into a plush rug. I open my eyes, realizing we’re inside of his bathroom. It’s large, modern but simplistic. Dark wood throughout, dark gray rug and shower curtain. Simple, nothing of sentimental value. The only reason I can tell this bathroom is used is the towel hung over the shower curtain and the plain blue toothbrush tossed on the counter.

  Aziel whips the shower curtain open and turns on the shower. Turning back towards me, he grabs at the hem of my shirt and inches it up, over my belly button and pausing below my breasts.

  “You sure?” He asks. I can tell his restraint is thin. His fingers shake slightly as the squeeze the life out of my shirt.

  I run my finger over his hand. “I’m sure.” And I am. My mind is high on adrenaline and anticipation. I want him. I want him so badly.

  My shirt is gone in the blink of an eye, and he brings one hand behind my back and flicks the clasp on my bra. It releases, falling down my arms and tumbling down into the gray rug.

  Aziel groans, palming my breasts, tweaking my nipples. I arch into him, loving his rough fingertips sliding across my peaked nipples. The sensations shoot between my thighs. The bathroom quickly fills with steam, fogging up the mirrors and creating a dampness on my already overheated skin.

  He steps away from me, pulling his own shirt over his head. He then links his pointer finger in the loop of my jeans, pulling me towards him again. “You’re fucking breathtaking, Ivy.” He says, pulling at the button on my jeans until it releases. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. You’re driving me fucking wild.” He pulls at my zipper, and in one quick motion my pants are off, my panties quickly following suit. “Come here.” He says, and I leap into his arms again, wrapping my bare legs around his waist and swallowing down the moan as his hot skin collides with mine.

  He shrugs off his jeans, only stopping a moment to slip something out of his pocket. He then gives me a heated look as he steps into the shower. My back slams up against the cool tile wall behind me and the steaming hot water pelts against my front.

  “I’ve driven miles and miles and the only thing on my mind was this moment right here.” He says, sliding his hand between my legs. His fingers dance along my folds, sliding between them and pressing his thumb right against my swollen clit.

  “Oh, shit.” I look for any kind of grip or something to hold onto as he makes my world spin. My hands end up on his shoulders, my fingers digging into his taut muscles as they flex and give with each movement as he explores my folds.

  I can feel his thickness thumping against my thigh. I reach down and wrap my fingers around it, my eyes flying open when I realize how large it is. It’s thick and long. Powerful. Commanding attention. I squeeze it, loving the feel as it throbs against my hand.

  “I want you.” I moan as he sticks one finger inside of me, then two, stretching me, preparing me for his girth.

  “You aren’t ready.” He grumbles against my neck, biting down and sucking on the flesh there.

  “I am.” I whine, squirming around his hand as he adds a third finger.

  “It’s gonna hurt.” He pinches my clit, and I speed up my hand against his length, chasing the climax that’s already building. I’ve been there before, forcefully, without want. But this is something else, this is a build without warning, without even a thought in my mind. My body takes over. The lust takes over and the only thing on my mind is him.

  Aziel.

  “It’s okay.” And it is. The pain is something I’m used to, and this time I’m welcoming it. Pain and pleasure have always gone hand in hand with me. I need it. I crave it. “Please, I need you.”

  He lets out a low groan. “Fucking hell.” He pulls my hand off his length and drapes my arm over his shoulder. “You better hold the fuck on.”

  He pins me up against the wall with his pelvis, his throbbing cock rock hard as it sits against his belly. He grabs a square wrapper out of nowhere, which I now realize is a condom.

  Shit, I almost forgot about protection.

  He viciously tears it with his teeth, tossing the wrapper on the floor. Grabbing the tip, he slides the condom over his thick length, giving it a few pumps at the end.

  My God.

  “You ready?” He grabs his length, slapping it against my clit roughly.

  I moan, feeling like grinding myself against his leg just to get myself off. I can’t wait anymore. “I’m so ready.” I whimper, feeling the thrum in my clit spread to my entire body.

  I dig my nails into his shoulder as he lines himself up with my sex. In one slow slide, he buries himself to the hilt. He pulses inside of me and my walls tense. I’m stretched fully around his length and can barely sit still.

  He grips me tightly. “Don’t move, wait.”

  All I want is to bounce up and down on top of him, move to help the burning that flames deep in my gut. A roaring fire that begs to be stoked even further. “I need… I need to move.”

  I can feel as his fingers bruise my hip bones from his tight grip. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

  “Yes!” I cry out. “Please, Aziel.”

  “Warned you.” He grunts as he pulls back and rams into me. I reach back and grab onto the small lip on top of the tile, trying to keep hold as Aziel creates a fast and punishing rhythm. I press my heels against the back of his thighs and create a rhythm with him, bouncing on top of him and listening to the slap, slap of my ass against his thighs.

  “Shit.” I cry out when the pain and pleasure mix into one, becoming an overwhelming sensation that tips me over the edge. “I’m going to come.” My eyes roll in the back of my head as my body lashes through an orgasm that rips through my entire body.

  “Not even close.” My eyes widen at that. I feel utterly wiped out and breathless in this sauna we’ve created, and he’s not even close?

  He drops me down on wobbly legs, spinning me around so I’m facing the dark gray tiles. He pulls my hair over my shoulder, kissing down my spine. “I told you, you weren’t ready. I’m about to fuck you until you can’t walk.” He slides his hand around t
o my front, slipping his finger between my folds and swiping across my clit as he slides in from behind. This angle is different. Deeper. He stretches me all over again and I gasp as he slams into me.

  Again. And again. And again.

  Slap. Slap. Slap.

  His fingers move quickly against my clip, moving in sync with his thrusts.

  I can feel myself start to build again. “Oh, God.” I moan, dropping my head forward and resting my forehead against the tiles.

  He stops at that, pulling out and spinning me around again. He grabs my left leg, lifting it to the point of pain. I’m wide open, my sex on display for him. I glance down, seeing my swollen and drenched sex, still pulsing from an orgasm that is waiting to be unleash.

  He brings his hand up, turning the spray until it pelts my clit. I arch my back at the pleasure that borders on pain. “No. No, no, no. I can’t do it.” I whimper, trying to move away from the spray. He doesn’t allow it, holding my hips firmly in place.

  The steam has filled up the bathroom, creating a sauna. It’s hard to breath, the air thick and hot.

  He lets the spray hit my clit until I can feel my juices dripping down my thighs. Then he lines himself up, sliding in slowly this time. He grunts and twitches. “Shit. You’re fucking drenched.” He growls through clenched teeth.

  “Mmm.” I moan, the feel of the spray hitting hard against me and his rigid cock sliding into me makes talking impossible. It almost makes breathing impossible, too.

  His slow thrust turns quicker as the minutes go on. I’m barely conscious at this point, holding onto an orgasm that’s going to tear me in half.

  “You’re going to come again.” He commands.

  “I can’t. It’s too much.” I sob, the pleasure pulsing through my fingertips. The orgasm burns between my legs as it threatens to take over.

  “You will.” His hand goes up, twisting the nozzle until the spray goes from a hard shower to a hard spray. The water moves from all over the shower head to only the center, creating a painful spray as it hits directly on my clit. “Oh!” I scream as I go limp in his arms. The pleasure is too much. The pain is too much. I can’t take it.