I thought she had never been with a man before. Where did she learn to do this?
Veronica sucked on me hard and then pulled my erection out. It was my turn to pleasure her. I tried to lift Veronica by the arms but she wasn't done yet. Not even close.
She ran her tongue all the way down from the tip to the base. A shiver ran down my spine as she put me back in her mouth. “Please Veronica, I'm so close. You need to stop.”
She ignored anything I said and kept going. The pleasure felt so good, I didn't want to argue anymore.
“Oh Veronica!” I yelled as I unloaded inside her mouth. Veronica's head bobbed up and down on me, swallowing all my semen.
Holy fuck! I can't believe this.
Veronica pulled me out and wiped my seed that was dribbling from the corner of her lips. My knees could barely hold me up. I fell down next to Veronica on the shower floor. The water cascaded off both of us as I held her against my chest.
“Did you like that?” she asked innocently.
“I thought you told me you'd never done that with a guy before?”
“Never have.” Veronica smiled.
“You're too damn good.”
Veronica beamed with pride. “You taste so good.”
“Does this mean we're going out?” I asked.
Veronica lifted her head from my chest. “That's no way to ask a girl out.”
The thought of having a girlfriend was repulsive. In all my years I had never even been close. But somehow with Veronica, it was all different. “Will you be my girlfriend?” I said through a clenched jaw.
“You really mean it? We've only been together for a short while. I don't want you to have any regrets.”
I nodded. “You're all I ever wanted, Veronica.”
“I'll be your girlfriend, Gunner,” she replied with tears in her eyes.
I took her in my arms and pressed my lips against hers. “You're all mine now,” I whispered in her ear.
“And you're mine,” she replied.
I desperately wanted to say I love you but I knew it was too soon. There was no way she could be feeling the same way.
Chapter Eleven
Veronica
I fell apart around him, my orgasm firing on all cylinders as Gunner took me from behind. He grasped my hips and forced his way deeper and deeper inside me. I could barely hold myself up on the bathroom counter—my breasts bouncing back and forth as he crashed against me with every thrust.
How could he have so much energy? He just came in my mouth only moments ago.
“I'm going to come, Veronica,” Gunner moaned. His fingernails dug into my sides as he found his release. He called out my name once more before finishing and collapsing on my back. My arms couldn't hold the weight and I fell onto the cold counter.
I wanted to tell him I loved him and that I would never leave his side. But I was too exhausted. That orgasm had taken everything out of me.
We got dressed, watching each other closely. I wanted to trace every muscle of his body so I could commit it to memory. I wanted to undress him again and relive last night and this morning all over again.
“Time to go now, Veronica.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, doing a fake salute.
Gunner grinned and collected our things. The sun burned brightly as we exited the motel; Gunner's car was right where we left it. I remembered my first ride with the top down and the vibrations beneath my thighs—how it turned me on so much. But nothing turned me on more than Gunner touching my naked flesh.
I sat in the passenger seat and placed my hand on Gunner's thigh as he turned the key in the ignition. We weren't strangers anymore. Gunner was my boyfriend now.
I wanted to say it out loud just to make this was all real.
My heart jumped with glee. I was no longer a freak—no longer a virgin.
We drove off and I enjoyed the nice breeze and the feel of Gunner's hand in mine. I wanted to ride around town all day with him. Gunner stopped outside of my apartment.
“So this is where you live?” he asked.
“Yep, home sweet home.”
“Any roommates?”
“I did but she moved out at the end of last semester.”
“Why don't you invite me inside?” Gunner grinned.
The thought of Gunner taking me on every surface of my apartment was a tantalizing image but I shook my head. “I would but I know what would happen if we were alone again. I just have to work on my anthro paper for a little bit.” The words felt so idiotic the moment they came out of my mouth. I wanted him so badly.
“You sure you're not going to run away?”
“I can't, my car is still at the VA.”
Gunner smiled. “How about I pick you up in a few hours?”
“That would be perfect.”
Gunner leaned outside the car window and planted a kiss on me cheek. He put his sunglasses back on started his Mustang. The thunderous roar of the engine vibrated in my chest. I waved and exhaled as he drove away.
I went into my apartment and everything looked foreign. I had only been away for a day but it felt like an eternity. I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge for something to eat—completely empty. I fixed myself a cup of tea instead and opened up my laptop to a blank Word document. I wanted to get down as much information as I could before I forgot. My notes from yesterday were pretty much useless.
Flashes of last night distracted me from my work. How could I get any work done when Gunner was the only thing on my mind? I thought long and hard until the perfect title came to me:
A Pound of Flesh
Chapter Twelve
Gunner
I rode back to the VA, thinking about my love for Veronica. My entire existence was built around my brothers. It was who I was. But my feelings were changing. I no longer desired to be the bad boy. If I could go somewhere safe with Veronica and live the rest of my life in peace—no more bloodshed—then isn't that what I should do?
I found John, Hudson, and Bryce sitting around the meeting room table. Their faces were long but their eyes lit up when they spotted me. Bryce shook my hand as Hudson gave me a one-armed hug; a white shoulder-sling kept his arm close to his chest.
John stood up and gripped my biceps. “I'm glad you're okay, Gunner.”
“Me too,” I replied.
We sat down at our seats. Our club had become so small. I ached inside for the loss of Wyatt. He was my brother. It reminded me of all the brothers I lost over in Afghanistan. I'd never forget them for as long as I lived.
Brotherhood. That's what this men meant to me. I couldn't leave my brothers when they needed me most. I had to get revenge for Wyatt. I had to make sure the VA was whole before I got out.
John sighed. “We all want the Russians to pay but we need to think this through. We're hanging on by a string here. If we went against the Russians now, we'd all end up in body bags. As of right now, all the Russians involved in that deal are dead. Give me a chance to talk with some of the higher-ups in their organization. For all we know, Boris was doing this alone. Once I get more information, we can make an informed decision.”
The one thing I wanted in the world—revenge—was finally within my grasp. But I didn't feel complete. Not without Veronica by my side.
Chapter Thirteen
Veronica
My paper was nowhere close to being started. My mind was completely distracted. Two pregnancy sticks sat behind me on the bathroom counter. There was no denying it—Gunner and I were having a baby.
But I hadn't seen him in days. I tried to get a hold of him at VA but John told me he was really busy. What if I was just another one of his conquests?
My luck that I would get pregnant the first time I had sex. I was on birth control but I must've missed a day by accident. There was just so much that happened to me over the past couple weeks.
How could I tell him? Should I even bother? I barely knew the man. He might run for the hills the second he sniffed trouble.
But he was the right one for me. I knew it deep down in the pit of my stomach.
I needed to focus on my paper. All I had was a title that seemed very scary. Was that what I wanted to convey? What did I want to tell the world about Gunner and the veterans? The crime? The violence?
Those were all things everyone knew already.
The family aspect was the key.
The words flowed through my fingers and into the computer. I wrote and wrote until my wrists began to cramp up.
Outside the booming engine of a Ford Mustang approached. I saved the document and slammed the laptop shut. My paper would have to wait...
Gunner was here.
I checked my makeup in the mirror and brushed my hair quickly.
The doorbell rang and I tried to still my pounding heart. I opened the door, wearing nothing but a silk robe. Gunner's eyes went wide.
“I'm pregnant,” I blurted out, my hands shaking. Bad timing, Veronica. My man stood in the hallway with a faceless expression.
Gunner finally smiled and stopped me before I could say anything else.. “You better invite me in before I take you right here in the hallway.”
I grabbed Gunner's arm and pulled him inside. His mouth latched onto mine while his hands wandered underneath my robe and felt my pregnant belly.
“I love you, Veronica,” he whispered to me.
“I love you too, Gunner.”
This rough and hard man was all mine.
And I was his to do with as he desired.
We would be a family soon enough.
The End
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Cole's Baby
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I'm at his mercy...
Blazing hot, inked, and filthy. Cole is every naughty girl's fantasy.
His dark eyes watch me with a hunger. The way his rough hands hold me down... his soft lips on mine. He taught me how to use my body in ways I never thought possible.
But he's also my captor.
I swore I'd never get in the middle of this war. But I had no choice. Cole is going to use me to win. What a f*cking prick.
I'm falling for him hard but he doesn't give a sh*t about me. Only his himself. I need to escape before I'm too far gone...
Prologue
Cole
Present Day
The abandoned warehouse of the Rabid Dogs MC loomed before me. It's broken windows and peeling paint showed it's age. The old repair shop sign had faded away from the bright sun. The rows of Harleys in the front was same as it was thirty years ago. This club had been my entire life and I'd finally given it up.
Being the President of the Rabid Dogs MC was no easy task. The amount of blood on my hands would never be washed away. The things I did in the name of my brothers would never be forgotten. And the amount of whores I emptied my balls into could never fill the void. Stepping down lifted a huge burden off my shoulders but I didn't know what to do with the rest of my time. The club was all I knew.
Sawyer was the new President now and he'd do a fine job. He was smart, strong, and above all else—willing to do whatever it took. But I could see the anguish on his face. Sawyer was being slowly destroyed from the inside out. He was about to make the same mistake I made all those years ago. “Take my advice, Sawyer, don't be like me and let the girl of your dreams pass you by. You're hardwired to fuck and forget but you don't want to be my age and wishing you did something different,” I told him.
Sawyer didn't have to give his life to the MC. He could be President and find happiness. But only if he could get past his deep-rooted ideas of what it means to be a biker.
I stared up at the motorcycle club, it's white banner with Rabid Dogs written all over it flapping in the wind. My mind returned to the good ol' days when the warehouse was a motorcycle repair shop. We weren't really good at fixing customer's bikes—we could barely fix our own. But it was ours and we loved it.
I remembered spending my days in the hot sun, drinking a cold beer, oil and grease all over my face. It couldn't get much better than that.
The repair shop didn't last very long after Cash was gunned down. He was always the best with numbers. We almost lost the entire warehouse but a few threatening words with the landlord made us able to keep the place even though we weren't running a business anymore. I always had plans to reopen the repair shop but never got around to it. Real club business always got in the way.
When Blaze first brought up the idea of a MC in high school, we all thought he was crazy. Most of us didn't even own motorcycles or even have our drivers license. But he was our fearless leader and we would have followed him into the depths of hell.
I walked into the warehouse and the place was bustling with people. The MC was never this busy back in the day. No other chapters. Just the Sacks County MC. Coal used to sling drinks behind the bar and E-Z knew how to consume them. Cash was always in the office staring at financial documents behind his spectacles.
We had a good thing going until Claire came into my life. And everything changed. Her long, curly dark hair with blue eyes could bring any man down to their knees. My mind was lost in a fog of emotions. My club meant everything to me and Claire threatened it all. I always regretted letting her go and I couldn't let Sawyer make the same decision. If he had a chance to live a normal life, he had to go for it.
The meeting room was empty when I entered. My fingers traced over the gavel at the head of the table. The long wooden table dominated the room with a Rabid Dogs spider carved into it. It took Tater months to finish the thing. I sat down in my seat, the chair creaking with age. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I'd made so many decisions in this room over the years. Some bad and some good. Blaze used to sit in here all day, dreaming about ways to take the club to the next level. But now it was Sawyer's domain. His turn to steer the club in the direction he thought best.
I looked up at the row of pictures framed on the wall of our fallen brothers. There were too many pictures. We'd lost so many over the years. So many under my watch. Did I do a good enough job? We're those lives lost under my rule in vain? My eyes began to tear up and my throat choked.
I never meant to be President. I wasn't meant for all the pressure and responsibility. If Blaze was still around, my life would have been entirely different. We might not have lost so many men. There would have been a lot fewer sleepless nights.
I kissed two fingers and placed them on Blaze's photo. “Rest in peace, buddy. Hope you're giving God hell up there.”
I left the MC and hopped on my old Harley. The thing was still kicking after all these years. Kind of like me. Now it was time to begin the next chapter.
Chapter One
Cole
1986
My Harley roared underneath me as I shifted into gear and chased the group of Death Merchants. Coal and Tank were close behind, forming a V formation. I looked behind to see Tank with the biggest grin behind his bushy mustache. We lived for this. The Mexicans were in our territory and we had them on the run.
Sunday morning meant a lot of church traffic: old and slow drivers. The sun was barely overhead but the heat was already burning my leather cut. It was going to be another scorcher in the desert today. We swerved in and out of cars, the Mexicans not far ahead. They didn't dare fire on us with so many civilians around. Cars honked at us as we passed by and I returned their kindness by knocking their side mirrors off. The Black Widows owned these roads and this town needed to give us a little more respect. We were trying to clean their streets after all.
At a four-way intersection the Mexicans split up. I signaled to Coal and Tank and they knew what to do. I took the two Mexicans that made a right turn and followed them down Main Street. The church was at the end and the traffic was jammed. That didn't stop The Death Merchants. They popped onto the sidewalk and sped past pedestrians. Innocents could get seriously hurt but I had to follow them.
We zoomed past the storefront windows, the wind flicking back my long hair. My grip on my handleba
rs tightened like I was stroking my cock to finish. Old women in their Sunday best dived out of the way,spilling coffee all over their flowery dresses. The Mexicans turned the corner and onto an empty street. I followed, whipping out my Remington 1911 handgun and firing a couple shots. I wouldn't be able to hit a weaving target at this range but I wanted them to know I was close on their asses.
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