Stone (Knights Corruption MC Series Book 2)

by S. Nelson

  “After what?” My tone was cautious but hopeful.

  Sinking back down to her natural height, she placed her hands on her hips and frowned, the initial fear in her posture gone for a brief moment. “After you fuck me.” Biting the corner of her bottom lip, an action she knew drove me insane with lust, she smiled and leaned up to capture my mouth again. But before I gave in, I wanted to see if she would agree to something first.

  “Do you promise to come back to me? To be mine? For good? For real?” I kept pushing, but I couldn’t hold back. I needed us to claim each other, to declare it publicly. I knew there would be issues with her uncle, but I’d deal with Trigger when the time came, as well as anyone else who had anything to say about it.

  “Stone . . .” she warned, releasing her hold and taking a step back. “I can’t do that and you know it.”

  “Do I? Everything tells me the opposite. You want me. You need me, or else you wouldn’t be looking for solace in my arms. Right?” I insisted she answer me or I wasn’t gonna give in. God help me, no matter how hard I wanted to sink inside her, she wasn’t getting anything from me until she finally agreed to give me what I wanted.

  Once and for all.

  When she finally spoke, her words floored me. More accurately, they amused me. “I can’t protect you from my uncle.” She was dead serious, which made me laugh out loud.

  “I think I can handle your uncle,” I promised, moving closer because I knew she’d just admitted she would be mine.

  Before I could pull her toward me again, she placed her hand on my chest and looked deep into my eyes. “Stone, if we’re going to do this for real, I need for you to make an honest effort to control your temper. With everything else going on, I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it.” Her words weren’t lost on me, and I’d push her to tell me everything, but only after I gave her what she wanted.

  “I promise. Don’t you realize the fact I couldn’t claim you as mine only fueled my fury? Knowing whenever Tripp lounged all over you, or Hawke said that shit to you about the club, that I couldn’t say a damn thing, couldn’t warn them to back off because you were mine, killed me. You denying me made me react even more harshly than if you had allowed me to tell them you were my ol’ lady.”

  “Your old lady?” she asked, the frown on her face telling me everything. Even though she didn’t care for the terminology, it was exactly what she was.

  My fucking ol’ lady.

  It meant something to her status in the club, which meant something to me, and hopefully to her once she became accustomed to it.

  “Yes, my ol’ lady. Better get used to it, sweetheart,” I teased, placing a lingering kiss on her lips.

  “Can’t you just say I’m your girlfriend? Or your woman? Anything is better than ol’ lady.” Pursing her lips only made me want her more.

  “I’ll say those things as well, but ‘ol’ lady’ is here to stay.” A genuine smile splayed big and proud on my face as I realized what I’d been pushing for between us was finally coming to fruition.

  “Fine,” she pouted. “But I’m not ever referring to you as my ol’ man. No way. Not gonna happen,” she affirmed, a small twinkle in her eye.

  “That’s fine. Because soon enough, you’ll just call me your husband.” The words were out before I even realized what I was saying.

  But I wouldn’t take them back for anything in the world.

  Because they were the absolute truth. And the sooner she got used to the idea, the better it would be for the both of us.

  Adelaide

  I chose to ignore his last statement, simply not possessing enough mental energy to add to my list of things to ponder. Instead, I linked my fingers through his and guided him toward the bedroom. Needing to lose myself to Stone drove me to finally give in and agree to being with him again, officially this time. I had to admit, the thought thrilled me, and if I was excited, I was positive he was as well.

  He’d been the one pushing for us to be a couple since the first time he kissed me, which was odd because usually it was the woman asking for the commitment. But I think the territorial part inside him wanted to possess me for all the world to see. And if his last statement were any indication where his head was at, I had no doubt he would try to make it legal sooner rather than later.

  I would be lying if I said I hadn’t constantly thought about it before. Because I had. But there were a few obstacles in the way.

  My uncle.

  The club life.

  His temper.

  I prayed that when he finally found out about the baby, and the cancer, that he would make an honest effort in trying to control his temper. He was smart enough to realize such continued stress on me would be even more detrimental given my current condition.

  Although, revealing my secrets could have the opposite effect. He could become even more protective and controlling, giving me the excuse of looking out for his new family. I guessed I would have to see how it all played out when I finally took the plunge and told him.

  Maybe what he said was true. Now that I’d agreed to be his, and he could assert his feelings for me in public, he wouldn’t feel the need to blow up over other men paying me attention. Then again, Stone would always be Stone, but the fact other people would know I belonged to him would surely be a comfort to him nonetheless.

  Dr. Weber’s words changed my life forever. One thing alone was enough to deal with, but having both issues was staggering, and because of it I knew deep in my heart I needed Stone in my life. I needed his love and protection. His assurance that everything was going to be all right, with both the baby and the cancer. I would find strength in his arms, so I accepted everything he offered.

  Plus an unwelcome thought plagued me, pushing me toward the man I truly wanted in my life.

  I knew deep down when I ended things with him that I was going to eventually give him another chance. And seeing him all banged up in the hospital really hit home that I didn’t want to have any regrets, especially if there was a chance I only had so much time left. Our mortality had been pushed to the forefront that evening, for each of us, so I chose to forge ahead with our relationship, hoping for the best and praying for many long years ahead together.

  Once we entered his room, I flicked on the light and led him toward the bed. It was a strange turn of events indeed, because Stone was the one who always ran the show when it came to having sex. He was a downright control freak sometimes, tying me up just so I wouldn’t get in the way of what he wanted to do to me. I smiled at the gesture he offered by allowing me to take charge this once.

  Pushing him down so his back hit the mattress, I remained standing in front, still dressed in my uniform. Not wanting any reminder of my job, I quickly discarded my clothes, gazing at the lustful look on my man’s face.

  My man.

  I loved the sound of that for sure.

  Standing in nothing but my matching bra and panties, I’d never felt sexier. Whenever he was near, he was forever trying to touch me, consumed by connecting with me in any way he could. Whether it was through a kiss, a smack on my ass, or a full-on grope session, he claimed he could never get enough.

  “Do you want me?” I asked, passion dancing over each word tumbling into the air around us.

  “Fuck yeah, I do.” He rose up on his elbows so he could see me better, his eyes raking over my entire form. First staring intently into my eyes as if he were communicating a secret message, then focusing on my mouth, licking his lips like he wanted to devour me whole. Afterward, his eyes fell over the rest of my body, burning me with a need I’d only ever felt with him. “Play with yourself while I watch,” he suddenly demanded.

  “I’m in charge here,” I warned. “But since I was gonna do it anyway . . .” Slowly sliding my hand down my belly, stopping for a few seconds over the area which would soon grow swollen with his child, my fingers disappeared beneath the waistband of my white panties. Closing my eyes, I spread my legs wider and bucked forward when my fingers made co
ntact with my clit. I was more than ready to go, likely to explode before we even started.

  “Look at me while you touch yourself,” he rasped. When my lids flew open, I was surprised to find he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his belt buckle undone and his zipper down. “Come here,” he commanded, reaching to pull me close.

  “I thought you were going to let me call the shots tonight,” I argued.

  “You know I can’t wait to touch you, though. So how ‘bout you can call all the shots as long as you always give me access to your body? How does that sound?”

  “So I can’t tie you up then?” I teased, taking the opportunity to ask him something unexpected.

  “Ummm . . . no,” he answered resolutely. I laughed because I knew there was no way he would ever allow me to restrain him, although the thought of him at my complete and utter mercy was an intoxicating turn-on.

  I decided to give in, allowing him to touch me while I teased myself. Wanting him to see all of me, however, I gripped the sides of my panties and lowered them down my legs until they pooled at my feet. Taking another step forward, I unclasped the front of my bra, discarding the flimsy material as quickly as I could.

  I stood before him in all my glory. I’d always been self-conscious of my smaller chest and plump rear end, but the way Stone worshipped my body made me accept myself more. He acted like he couldn’t get enough, as if he were addicted to me. And to have a man like him desire me in such a raw, primal way was intoxicating.

  “Goddamn it!” he growled. “I love your fuckin’ body so much.” His warm fingertips grazed over each nipple, pinching the hardened peaks before leaning forward and pulling me into his mouth. His tongue swirled and danced over my sensitive buds, his lips drawing the blood to the surface before releasing me with a seductive popping sound.

  Desire pooled in my belly, working its way down to my core with such intensity that I would instantly detonate if he touched me there, which I was sure he wouldn’t complain about. He prided himself on the fact he could make me come with his fingers, mouth, and cock. “A triple threat” he would sometimes joke.

  He was holding me so close I couldn’t move, and because I wanted to undress him, I shoved his shoulders back. After some reluctance, he finally gave in and leaned back. Shaking my head at the annoyed look on his face, I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, quickly assessing my handiwork to make sure his stitches were holding.

  “Are you sure you’re okay to do this?” Worry pierced my brow for a brief moment, until he assured me he was all right.

  “A few scrapes and bruises aren’t gonna stop me. Plus, you know I can’t feel that shit anyway,” he assured. Normally, I would have denied him until I deemed him healed enough, but I was being selfish right then.

  I needed him.

  Desperately.

  Crooking my finger, I gestured for him to stand. He did so willingly, and with a fat smile on his gorgeously chiseled face. Since his pants were already undone, they slid down his legs with ease. And the best surprise was that he was going commando underneath. His large cock sprang to life, twitching and aching for me to wrap whatever I could around the thickness of it. My mouth or hand, I was sure he wouldn’t complain either way. No hesitation existed as I sank to my knees, the plushness of his dark carpet kissing my skin while I quickly situated myself.

  His breath hitched when he gazed down at me. “Do you want me to suck your dick?” I asked, knowing damn well he was going to say yes. Stone was someone who loved to talk dirty during sex, so I was only doing my part, asking him direct questions I knew would only add fuel to his already out-of-control fire.

  “You know I love when you talk like that,” he groaned, tilting my chin up so he could see my face. Taking hold of himself, he pressed the tip to the seam of my lips, sliding it back and forth before commanding me to open. “Spread those pretty lips of yours, baby. Suck me in deep until I hit the back of your throat, then I want to feel your tongue lick me while I fuck your mouth.”

  How can I say no to that?

  I did as I was told and pleasured him exactly the way I knew he liked, teasing him before sliding my tongue up and down his shaft. Gently cupping his balls in my hand, I sucked him deep, flicking my tongue every so often. Once I’d taken him in fully, I swallowed then hummed, an action which made him curse before grabbing the back of my head.

  “Keep that up and I’m gonna shoot down the back of your throat in no time,” he mumbled, so lost to the sensation he could barely speak. There was nothing sexier than hearing his excitement, knowing I was the one making him come apart at the seams.

  Popping him free from the warmth of my mouth, I briefly looked up and asked, “What if that’s what I want? To taste you on my tongue?” Before he answered, I decided to pleasure him a different way, a technique I’d done only a few times before. Heading further south, I focused on one of the most sensitive parts of his body, the area he identified as ‘the boys.’ Without warning, the left one disappeared into my mouth, giving him a gentle tug all the while carefully caressing him with my tongue as I applied a bit of pressure. His reaction was to tangle his fingers tighter in my hair and pull upward, the slight sting of pain urging me further. Releasing him from my mouth, I teased the other one, flicking my tongue over his sensitive skin while my hand stroked him, leisurely but firmly.

  Stone thrust his hips forward a few times, a low growl rumbling in his throat before suddenly taking a step back. Confusion hit me at first, but when he hauled me to my feet and crashed his lips to mine I knew he was on the verge of losing control. He enjoyed what I was doing—maybe a little too much—and that realization made me grin.

  “I want you on your back. Now!” he affirmed, an intensity in his voice I’d never heard before.

  “You didn’t like that?” I asked, knowing damn well he did.

  “More than you know.” Pointing to the bed, I did as instructed and lay on my back, spreading my legs because it was the position I thought he wanted me in.

  “Not yet, sweetheart.” He pushed my thighs together and climbed up my body. My confused look make him chuckle. When he was close enough, he placed a knee on either side of my head, grabbing himself and tapping my lips with his arousal. “Open up for me again. I’m not gonna be gentle, but I will be quick,” he promised. Bracing himself by placing his left hand on the bed, he pushed past my lips and, true to his word, he fucked my mouth hard and quick. His growls reverberated through the air, driving me to finish him off even faster than I thought possible.

  Wrapping my fingers around him, I stroked him, matching the intense force of my mouth. “Come for me,” I urged, taking a quick break before sucking him back in.

  “Fuck me!” he yelled. “Oh, shit, that feels too good. I can’t . . . can’t . . . Addy . . .” The muscles in his stomach tightened, the swell of his thickness pulsated, and before long he grunted, his salty essence coating my tongue before disappearing down the back of my throat. I milked every last drop before licking my lips clean.

  After a few brief moments, Stone righted himself before moving down my body, resting over me on his forearms. There were no words spoken as our eyes locked. The look in his was one of passion, sure, but there was also a hint of reverence as well. He stared at me like I was the only other person in the world, as if his own existence would end if I wasn’t near him. Lost in his gaze, I thought about what would happen to him if I didn’t make it, how heartbroken he would be if he had to continue on without me. A lone tear escaped and trickled down my cheek, my determination to survive so strong I knew it was the only option.

  “I love you,” I confessed, cupping the side of his face with my palm, gingerly leaning up and softly brushing my lips against his. When my head rested on the bed once more, I thought I was going to be exposed, vulnerable after my admission, but instead I felt relieved. I’d meant to tell him how I truly felt a while back, but then I’d broken free from him and feared he would never know exactly what he meant to me. Maybe my
recent diagnosis and unexpected pregnancy were all a gift. I knew it was a weird way to look at my situation, but maybe it was life’s way of righting a mistake before it was too late.

  It felt like hours had passed, but it was only mere seconds before his lips parted and he spoke. “I love you, too. Forever,” he proclaimed, wiping away another one of my tears with his thumb before resting his mouth over mine. “Promise me you’ll never leave me again,” he demanded before firmly capturing my mouth, his tongue teasing me until I opened for him.

  Our kiss was otherworldly, filled with passion and promises unspoken. I silently swore to fight for not only my life but the life of our unborn child, and I had a feeling he was trying to show me his intention to be a better man, in all aspects. The only issue I had with him was his temper, so if he could somehow get that under control he would be utterly perfect in my eyes.

  Suddenly breaking our connection, he moved down my body and parted my legs, his warm breath hitting me right before his tongue snuck out and tasted my excitement. I was barely able to form a coherent thought his assault on me was overwhelming, my inner muscles already contracting and preparing for my climax, which was guaranteed to happen within minutes if he kept up that pace.

  “I could eat you all day I’m so addicted to your sweetness,” he mumbled, shoving his head back between my legs before I even registered what he’d said. Plunging two fingers inside, he closed his lips over my clit and sucked hard. The feeling was akin to a twinge of pain, the sensation immensely intense. He knew whenever he did that I came shortly afterward. And this time was no different. I tried to move back on the bed but he held me firm, fucking me with both his hand and mouth. Fierce and quick. Over and over. There was no stopping or prolonging it.

  When I couldn’t hold back any longer, I screamed out his name as I collapsed, my throat raw as my orgasm rocked through me before I even felt it building. Pulling his hair, I bucked against him, savoring the feeling until it was completely over.