Chicago Defiance Box Set Part One

by K E Osborn

  He backs me up against his desk, the backs of my thighs hit which makes me sit as he shrugs out of his cut. He grabs it before it falls to the floor, placing it beside us on the desk as my fingers make quick work of grabbing at his black shirt, pulling it over his head. Our mouths disconnect briefly only enough time for the shirt to come off.

  I look down to see his chiseled stomach I’ve missed so much, his abs have gotten more defined in the last two years, he’s definitely been working out. He looks fucking amazing as I notice that V leading into his jeans making me want to reach into his pants as soon as possible.

  His hands move to the buttons on my shorts. He pops them open, gripping onto the hem, yanking them without a second thought along with my panties as I lift my ass off the desk to aid in his plight. I smile up at him as he drags them down my legs leaving me completely naked in front of him.

  He suddenly drops to his knees in front of me as he grabs my thighs, pulling me forward. I let out a small shriek as I slide on the desk right to the edge, my legs dangling off, but he wastes no time as he throws my legs over his shoulders moving his head into position. I run my hands through his hair as he plants a chaste kiss on my thigh.

  “Fuck! All I’ve thought about is tasting you again, Mylee,” he admits.

  Excitement bubbles up. I have to admit, I’ve spent many restless nights thinking about what this very moment reuniting with Konnor would be like. Right now I can’t wait for this to get started.

  His tongue flicks out over my clit. I throw my head back in delight with him finally touching me again. My teeth bite down on my bottom lip as he swirls his masterful tongue on my sensitive spot in just the right way—his tongue a precision instrument. He flicks and swirls as my hands slide down into his mess of hair gripping at it, holding him to me.

  Soft whimpers echo from my throat as I ride the waves rolling through me. Moments ago I was over the top with rage and uncertainty, but now he’s bringing me to a new kind of storm, a storm where the tornado is whirling inside of me threatening to explode at any second as I pant for heavy breaths. He flicks his tongue again, the warmth running through me as I gasp for much-needed air.

  “Oh, Konnor,” I murmur as my hips begin to rock against his mouth. A shudder runs down my spine as my back arches. I clench my eyes shut while flashes of light begin to strobe behind them letting me know my orgasm’s on its way. Sweat beads along my skin as a wave of heat rolls over my body from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I let out a raspy moan as my body shudders, my muscles contract while he continues to flick his tongue at just the right speed, and I explode.

  “God, yes,” I whimper as my body folds down on itself almost smothering his head.

  He chuckles as he pulls me off him. I flop back as he stands up stepping in, sliding his hands under my ass lifting me from the desk in my very relaxed state. I slump my body as he hoists me from the desk pulling me around him. Instantly, I wrap my legs tightly against him as he carries me over to the bed. I can’t help but feel his straining hard cock beneath his jeans. He’s still far too dressed.

  With my head flopped on his shoulder as he turns us toward his bed, I somehow find the strength to look up at him. He’s grinning from ear to ear, and it fills my stomach with giddy butterflies as I look into his eyes.

  “You better find some pep, baby, because I’m only just starting with you,” he warns then throws me down onto the mattress.

  I let out a squeal as I bounce on the soft cushioning while he moves his hands to his jeans undoing them, making quick work of pulling them down then off along with his boots and briefs. He stands up, his erection, long, hard, and fucking perfect. All for me. I gnaw on my bottom lip as I take in his gorgeous body. He truly is a work of art. His tattooed arms make me swoon as I shake my head in disbelief that I ever walked away from this man.

  What the hell was I thinking?

  I wasn’t, that’s the problem.

  “You taste so fucking good, Mylee. I’m going to need a hell of a lot more.” He licks his lips as he grabs his cock stroking it once, making my chest heave in appreciation.

  He looks so enticing, I want a taste now, so I find the strength to sit up, rushing forward to take him into my mouth, but he puts his hand out stopping me.

  He grabs my chin. “As much as I want your mouth on my cock, I need to fuck you. I’ve waited so long to be back inside you. I can’t wait any longer. Get on your back. Pull your knees as far back as they will go,” he commands.

  I remember Trax’s demanding side in the bedroom. I remember how much I loved it. I still do. So I scoot back onto the bed laying down, pulling my knees apart then back toward my head gripping onto them with my hands. He kneels on the bed. I’m panting with the anticipation of us being joined again. He moves in between my legs, grabbing my feet, placing them on his chest. His lopsided smile greets me as he tilts his head.

  “Hold on,” he instructs as I feel the tip of his cock sliding against my pussy, but before I have a second to prepare myself, he thrusts up inside of me. I gasp letting out a deep moan as my back arches off the bed in half-delight, half-shock.

  His muscles clench as he grips onto my thighs, his nostrils flaring as he stills for a second, letting us both revel in the moment. A tingle shoots through me almost instantly. Being with Trax is all I’ve ever wanted, and as he starts to rock into me, energy ignites inside my body. Fucking Trax is so different than any other man I’ve been with. The chemistry is heightened, the emotions are charged, the pleasure undeniable as he pulls back thrusting up inside me again. He moves hard, deep. Both our breaths are quick and uneven as I move my hand from my knee to my breast needing a little more. I tweak my nipple making me moan as I roll it between my fingers. The pleasurable pain stinging through me as he pummels into me.

  “Fuck, you’re hot when you touch yourself,” he groans, and I notice his face tighten like he’s getting close.

  He pushes deeper, a little faster, both our bodies building up a sheen of sweat as we rock together. His breathing becoming faster and faster. I can tell he’s close, but suddenly he pushes my legs to the side, they fall as he slides down on top of me, moving into a more missionary position.

  This is not the usual Trax. From what I remember, he likes to keep sex more dominant than sweet. But he moves over me, his eyes coming up to look down at me. He leans in pressing his lips to mine, his hands reaching out grabbing my wrists, pinning them beside my head.

  There’s my dominant man.

  I wrap my legs around his ass as he thrusts up inside me. We rock together, his hands tightening on my wrists so tight it hurts, but in a really good way. His kiss is deep, passionate. He’s letting me know how much he’s missed me. How much he needs me. And I’m letting him know right back in the same way.

  Through the kiss, I start to moan, the pressure building inside me. He’s making me feel so damn good. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this fucking good during sex before. He’s hitting every possible pleasure spot there is. Right now it feels like every atom in my body is tingling with adrenaline. I have to breathe. I need to let my moans out. I can’t keep them in, so I break the kiss letting out a deep throaty moan. I know I’m being loud, but honestly, I don’t give a shit. I’ve never felt like this before.

  “Fuck, Konnor, don’t stop,” I almost yell as he rocks back and forth, his moans as loud as mine as we both strive for our climaxes.

  His mouth connects to my neck. He nips and sucks as he fucks me until I’m completely breathless. I gasp for air, my eyes clenching tight while a light show performs behind my lids. A wave of warmth floods over me. I clench my hands, my nails digging into my palms as my muscles tighten, then explode in a storm of epic proportions.

  “Konnor!” I call out as my muscles all contract around him causing him to groan out. He jolts a few times as his face falls into the crook of my shoulder and neck. His teeth clamp down onto my neck as he bites my skin hard enough that it will leave a mark. He thrusts up inside of me so deepl
y, I gasp as I feel his hot cum explode inside of me.

  His body sags against mine as we both fall together panting and gasping for air. He’s careful not to put all his weight on me, but he lets my wrists go. My hands immediately shift to his back needing to touch him. I rub his back, my fingers sliding up the silkiness of his skin while he lays on top of me as we both continue to ride out our high.

  He takes a couple of deep breaths finally pulling his head up from my neck to look me in the eyes. His are brimming with delight, mine beam with happiness that I haven’t felt in the longest time.

  He brings his hand up as he slides a stray hair from my face, leaning in pressing a chaste kiss on my lips. “I love you... I’ve never stopped.”

  My heart fills with excitement. “I never stopped loving you either.”

  He leans in kissing me, then suddenly pulls back looking into my eyes. “I forgot to put a condom on.”

  I swallow hard. “We’ll need to go to the pharmacy tomorrow morning.”

  A satisfied look crosses his face. “I should’ve known better.”

  I chuckle. “I should’ve, too. But we kinda needed each other.”

  “Yeah, but we have to use condoms from now on.”

  I smile like this is the most normal conversation to have while he’s still inside of me.

  “Yes. So, ah… I’m hoping like hell you have a stash of condoms in here, right?” I ask raising my brow.

  That famous lopsided smirk is back on his face. “Why? You wanna go again?” he coaxes, his cock twitches inside of me.

  I run my fingers up and down his back. “Oh, yes. We have two years to make up for, Konnor. Time we get started.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  TRAX

  After spending all afternoon inside Mylee fucking her every which way possible, we eventually fell asleep. Having her in my arms again is the best fucking way to wake up. Sure falling asleep was never really the plan, but we wore ourselves out. I had nothing to do today anyway, so spending the time locked in my room with the woman of my dreams, well, what could be better than this right here?

  The anger which had seeped into my bones seems to be ebbing since Mylee’s here with me. Us, together, is having a profound effect on me. She’s the calm I need within myself. She’s the switch that turns off the raging fury in my mind. Maybe, even though she was the trigger to my self-destruction, is it possible she’s now the remedy? Can one person be the cause and the solution? Can she be the single calming force in my life? The one thing I need to push me along on the right track.

  My fingers gently stroke up and down Mylee’s arm as I zone in and out of my semi-wakened state. I’m so relaxed I don’t want to move a muscle as her slow, steady breaths let me know she’s either asleep or extremely relaxed like I am as she cuddles into my chest. The sheets in disarray around us only make me feel whole again as I lay here staring down at her wondering how I got so fucking lucky to have met this bright spark of a woman. Sure, she has a complicated issue in her life, there’s no doubt about that. Bipolar disorder is not something to take lightly. It’s not something to sweep under the rug or be blasé about. But now she’s on her medication, she seems to be doing better, much better than two years ago.

  I saw the signs when she left the chapel. I could see the anger on her face. I knew she was having a moment, and I knew how quickly it could turn from anger to depression. So, instead of being a dick about her being in there with Ace, I knew I had to stop her from having a full-on episode. I had to calm her down using the only way I know. I had to stop the storm from even starting. I’m glad I managed to catch it in time before the downpour began. Once her brain kicked out of gear, and she fell over the edge, there would be no coming back for her.

  I got to her in time.

  That’s the main thing.

  I can’t spend my time worrying about what might have happened had I not. What state she might be in right now if I didn’t calm her down. Sighing, I gently press my lips to her temple as she murmurs slightly as if my movements woke her.

  She slowly looks up at me, her sleepy eyes blinking a few times to gather her bearings. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” she whispers.

  I let out a small chuckle. “I should be the one saying that.”

  She shakes her head, leaning up gently placing a kiss on my lips before cuddling into my chest. She wraps her arm around my torso tighter in a locked embrace. “I wonder what the time is?” she murmurs.

  I was wondering that myself. It’s still daylight, but it’s fading, so it must be getting late in the day. It might even be getting close to sunset. “I don’t know, we’ve been in here for a good few hours.”

  She giggles. “Sooo worth it.”

  My fingers still trailing delicate lines up and down her arm as I take in a deep breath. But a rumble roars through the room. I peer down as she stiffens, then looks up to me placing her hand on her stomach. “Shit.”

  I chuckle smiling at her. “Was that your stomach?” I ask as she purses her lips. “You’re hungry?” I have to admit we’ve been in here through lunch, and I’m pretty sure it’s now dinner time. I’m fucking starving.

  She turns up her nose, running her hand up my chest. “I’m so comfortable, I don’t wanna go anywhere.”

  I snort out a laugh. “Woman, I’m not letting you go hungry. We’ve spent all day in here. We need to fuel ourselves so we can continue fucking into the night.”

  She lets out a loud giggle, slapping my chest playfully as I sit up from the bed. As I jump from the edge, I pull her up with me. She groans but moves as I walk to my clothes to put them on. “C’mon, get dressed ‘cause you’re sure as hell not going out there like that.”

  She pouts, rolling her eyes moving to her clothes, starting to pull them on. “For the record, I would rather stay in here and cuddle.”

  I snort. “For the record… I don’t cuddle. I’m a badass biker. I fuck, I comfort, but I don’t fucking cuddle.”

  She bursts out laughing, shaking her head. “Think what you want, badass… we were just cuddling! But your image is safe with me. I won’t tell.”

  I smirk, giving her a wink. I know I was cuddling and honestly, I don’t care. I’m just messing with you. I wouldn’t be caught dead cuddling with any woman on earth, but with Mylee, I’ll make an exception. She makes the inner protector in me want to come out. Everything in me makes me want to hold her at every chance I have. If I could permanently have her in my arms, I fucking would. Sure, I sound like a pussy, but it is what it is. This woman has me by my balls. She has had for years. I don’t think she even knows the power she holds over me. Now she’s back, and we’re reconnecting, it’s like the animal inside of me has stepped back inside his cage. Like my demons are diminishing and the need, the thirst for blood, for war, doesn’t sit on the threshold watching, waiting to burst through.

  For the past two years I’ve been crazed, a man possessed. Going out of my fucking mind because a part of me was missing—that part of me was Mylee. Right now, the rage isn’t consuming me as deeply. The thirst has been quenched, not by blood, but simply by her. She’s my missing piece. I don’t know what I’m going to have to do to keep her here. I’ve only just gotten her into my bed. I need to find a way to keep her in my life. I have no idea how long she’s going to be staying at Defiance, but I’m going to make it permanent.

  Somehow.

  I finish pulling on my clothes, then turn to see she’s dressed. So I grab her hand edging toward the door as we finally walk out of my room for the first time since this morning. We walk down the hall into the bustling clubroom. As we step in, everyone turns to look at us with bright smiles on their faces as they all begin to cheer. Mylee’s hand tightens in mine as she leans into my side. I glance to her to see her face flush, but she’s trying to hide her smile.

  I turn back to my brothers. “Shut the hell up, fuckers!” I call out, letting go of Mylee’s hand, wrapping my arm around her shoulder pulling her into me.

  Gla
ncing up to look at the television hanging from the ceiling, I see a picture of Miller Willbrook flash across the screen with ‘missing’ in big letters. The sound isn’t on, but I exhale knowing it’s official. The man I lost myself to is now a ghost in the wind. He’ll never be found, and it was all for fucking nothing. I tighten my arm around Mylee’s shoulder. I did it for her, but we still have no leads. The rage may not be consuming me, but in the chamber with Miller, it took hold, it devoured me. It’s where I realized I needed to change.

  For my brothers. For Mylee. For me.

  A sense of regret washes over me as I tighten my grip around Mylee. “C’mon,” I whisper as I lead her over to where Torque’s sitting with Chains and Sensei already eating their dinner. I gesture for her to slide onto the seat. I move in next to her as Mylee is glancing around the room assessing everyone. Mylee looks up at Torque who’s equally assessing her.

  She takes a breath as she clears her throat. “Torque… I’m sorry for being in the chapel.”

  I grip onto her hand for support. Torque puts down his fork and knife to concentrate on this conversation, looking right at her. “Ace gave you permission. I trust him. I trust Trax. They trust you…” he smiles, “… so I’m okay with it. Just don’t take anything you see in there out of there. If you need to help Ace, maybe have him bring his laptops out here so you can work with him on them. Chapel’s kinda sacred… you understand.”

  “I totally get it… club brat, remember?”

  Torque sits back in his chair. “So now you’re telling off is done, and you and Trax seem to be mending fuckin’ fences finally, can we get on to celebrating?”

  I raise my brow. “Celebrating what?”

  “Celebrating the idea of you returning to your old self now your woman’s back, and you guys figuring your damn shit out.”