“Take your hands off me, Saxon.” I try to jerk free. I fail.
“Not happening until I show you exactly what these hands can do. Sit,” he demands. I gulp while images of his hands all over me flash across his features. Shit. Shit. Shit. Please. Please. Please.
Not going to happen.
This man is used to getting what he wants. Well, he has met his match in me. Yeah, right. He’s going to form you into pliable putty in his hands, and you're going to love every minute of it.
“No. This is my house; you don’t get to come in here and boss me around. I’m not one of those club women who submit at your feet.” I cross my arms over my chest. Wrong thing to say, Eden. His flaming eyes divert down to my cleavage. Fire shoots across my skin. I’m scorching.
“No, you are not one of those women, which is why for the past three weeks I haven’t been able to get you off my mind. You are stuck in my head for some damn reason. I may not be your type of man and you sure as hell aren’t my type of woman. You're too good for a guy like me. Neither one of us can deny that. But something happened between us. You know it and so do I. Now fucking sit.”
I’m sitting not because he told me to but because his words strike me in the chest. If there’s one of us who isn't good enough, it’s me. He may have a dark side, but he has a big heart. I watched him interact with his brother; I adored him when he held his niece. I respected him when he climbed into bed with me with the biggest hard-on I’ve felt and he didn’t make a move to touch me. He held me. Kept me safe.
“Spread your legs, darlin’.”
“What?” My chest heaves up and down. I would fall to the ground if I were standing.
“Not into repeating shit.” He glides his rough hands up my legs until they reach the inside of my thighs. Gently, he presses them open.
And. I. Squirm. My insides are shaking right along with my legs.
“You need this as much as I do. Just remember it’s only the beginning of what’s to come. You have me so fucking twisted up inside that I can't see anything past your beautiful face. You gonna deny the chemistry, Eden?” I should. But I’m not.
“No.”
“Good girl.” He slides his hands back down my legs, grabs my ankles, places both of my legs over his shoulder, and dips his head between my thighs. “Fuck. You have been sitting in that bar with no panties on. I oughta beat your ass, and trust me, I have plans to. Right now, though, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you drop to your knees in front of me. Then you’re going to take my cock between those fuckable lips” Oh. My. God.
“Fuck. This pussy is fucking beautiful, Doc.” My head falls back on the couch.
His tongue runs right up my slit. His hands are gliding up under my ass. Saxon’s large palms cup my ass easily, lifting me from the chair. He takes advantage of our position, growling into my pussy. He devours me like a fine wine.
His tongue dips into my pussy, fucking it with a perfect rhythm like he can’t get enough of me. Never have I felt this way in my entire life. One of his hands comes back out with his fingers running through my folds, his tongue running circles around my clit. I’m burning up.
Saxon peers up to me through his heavy lids when he sinks one finger into me. It’s all too much, causing me to throw my head back again, buck up my hips, and scream with all my might. He growls one more time before he continues to play me like a fucking fiddle.
I’m so focused on the way his tongue is exploring me that I lose control of every thought but him. No guilt, no shame. Just Saxon’s rough stubble scraping across my skin. His tongue and finger moving together. He moans as he eats me like the beast he is. An intoxicating combination of emotions runs through me. He’s towing me in. In complete control of my body.
“My God, Saxon.” I squirm; lift my body unabashedly toward his face.
“That’s it, darlin’. Fuck my face. It won’t be long until I’m fucking yours.” He only lifts his face for a tick of a second before he attacks me again.
I’m dangling off the fucking cliff, and for the life of me, I refuse to tumble over. I want this moment to last forever, relishing in the way Saxon has ignited every sensation in my body. But the bastard is talented, whipping his tongue one more time over my clit, sending me into pure ecstasy.
“Fucking perfection.” His tongue laps lazily over my center until I’m coming and he’s satisfied.
Then, like the predator he is, he climbs up my body. The tower of a man straddles my lap with fierce determination in his eyes. It scares me. But then his mouth crashes down on mine. He fucks my mouth with his tongue just like he did my pussy.
“Clean my face, darlin’. Kiss and lick away all of your taste.” Holy hell.
Never in my life have I been this sexually dirty with a man, but I don’t think twice about following his instructions. With each lap of my tongue across his chin, lips, and tongue, I feel beautiful from the inside out. Saxon gave me all of this, igniting a fire low in my belly that holds the threat to never diminish.
He leans back still straddling me on his knees. Each one of his moves hypnotizing me even though they’re simple. I’m no virgin and have seen plenty men pull out their cocks, but this is different. So fucking different that my head has created a special area to store this moment.
The air in my lungs freezes when he pulls his rock-hard cock from his boxers. No words compute in my thoughts. Saxon grips the base while staring down at me with a crooked eyebrow. I only focus in on his stare for a brief moment before going back to the silver piercing. That thing is going to be the death of me. Without thinking, I squirm down, wanting nothing more than to taste him. Take him whole in my mouth, drowning in everything Saxon.
He grabs my shoulder and pushes me back, shaking his head side to side. “You’ll suck my cock when I tell you to.” He is bossy. Trust me. He’s going to pay for that. Just not tonight.
He continues stroking himself from base to tip. I make sure to study the movement, pace, and grip, dying to know what he likes. The longer he jerks himself off, the more heat pools between my legs. He is definitely no fool catching onto this fact like a well-seasoned vet.
Saxon’s long, muscular arm reaches down between my legs. He sinks two fingers into my wet opening while never missing a beat stroking himself. I focus on his face and the passion coating his features. Between that little fact and his fingers fucking me, I’m screaming his name while relishing my second release of the night.
Before my screams die, Saxon leans forward grabbing the back of my head with his hand that was just fucking me.
“I’m gonna fuck that sweet mouth now.” He clutches onto both sides of my head. “Not pulling out either, darlin’, gonna coat the back of your throat with my come.” Oh, you most assuredly are, and I’m going to blow your godforsaken mind, Saxon.
I moan and squeeze my legs together. Never have I felt this dirty and beautiful at the same time. This man could ask me to hang the moon right now for him and I would. Saxon isn’t gentle as he pushes into my mouth. I grow drunk on his taste and the feel of his silky, hard shaft sliding into my mouth. The metal piercing hitting the back of my throat.
I drag my teeth every few strokes, gaining a growl from him. He pulses, bobs, and fucks my face until his eyes are filled with lust. His bottom lip is growing white from his top teeth sinking into it.
I suck, moan, and lick every hard inch of this dangerous man. Continuously.
I need more of him. Want him naked on me, covering my body, offering up his strength and comfort. My hands pull down his jeans over his perfect ass. I dig my nails into his ass cheeks, forcing him harder and faster into my mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Saxon growls, stilling in my mouth, making good on his promise of coating my taste buds.
I swallow every single bit of it high on life and all things Saxon right now. He pulls out slowly when I’m done sucking him dry.
“Let me taste.” He leans down attacking my mouth. I’m in heaven.
When he pul
ls back, there’s a whisper of a smile on his face. Ex-convict look, the badass biker has all vanished, leaving behind a stunning man.
“I want to come again,” I whisper into his lips.
“Yeah?”
I nod.
“Good thing I need one more taste before I take you to bed and hold you all night long. I’m a man of my word, darlin’.”
59
Brick
I roll out of bed quietly, my throbbing cock thick and heavy. Christ, she is stunning. Way too good for a man like me. My eyes glaze up the naked skin on her back, her hair covering half of her beautiful face. I’d give about anything to crawl back in bed and sink my cock into her pussy. My mouth knows firsthand how it tastes; now I need to feel. To let her grip me until I’m coming inside of her.
The minute I noticed her standing in the bar, my dick hardened and my head boiled with red-hot rage when her long, lean legs and hot-as-hell tits were spilling out of her dress. The woman standing before me was not the same woman who left without a Goddamn good-bye three weeks ago. Hell, no, she wasn’t. She stood there in a dress that had me wanting to haul her ass out of there and blister it. Short as fuck. Black as the inky sky and dipped so damn low in the front she had me seething. Then she spoke. Burned my damn ass even more.
What we did last night was not my intention when I hauled ass over here. I had every intention of chewing her fucking ass out for being a bitch. I’m not a man who goes around collecting favors, but I’ll be damned if I was going to let her treat me like a piece of shit. She’s better than that, and she knows it. Fuck, she’s better than me.
I haven’t been able to get her off my mind for one damn minute. My mind is a fucked-up mess over her, and there’s not one way I can even begin to explain it. I’ve never believed in love and connections and all that other bullshit, but there’s some invisible string tugging the two us together. I’ve felt need before. Not like this. I have a feeling once I get inside of her, imprinting her with me, that I’ll never be able to get enough. She’s beautiful even when she’s lost. Told Zeke that shit, too, when he tried chewing me a new one the minute I stepped out of the shower at his place.
I slide into my jeans, easing the zipper up around my angry dick. Not now, buddy. We will be back. It’s time to give our little vixen a taste of her own medicine. Her cell phone on the nightstand lights up with text after text filling her screen. She has her phone set to read ‘Text Message’ instead of the actual message. Everything inside of me wants to pull that damn phone into my hands and read those texts.
I grip the sides of my head, tamping down the instant rage of jealousy. She’s a professional. Has, or I should say, had a life outside of me. I’ll be talking to her about that the first chance I get. Whatever this is between us is something I’m not about to fuck up. I dig this chick. This woman is fucking mine.
It takes everything inside of me to walk outside and shut these fancy-ass double doors. I check to make sure the bitch is locked. With the fucking glamorous house she calls home, I’m shocked she doesn’t have a security system. That shit will be changed real fucking soon. No woman of mine will be living without one. Fancy fucking house or not.
I flick my lighter; inhale my cigarette, grinning like a dumbass. I did promise her I’d quit if she started eating again, and by the looks of her in that dress and the way she felt in my arms last night, she held up her end of it.
She still needs an ass beating, though. Cherry red with my dick sliding between those globes. Damn.
Her fucking ass in my palms last night and tits in my mouth, I’m certain she’s been eating. Curvy as hell and making my dick punch through my jeans. Not the most comfortable predicament to be driving back to the club in, that’s for sure.
My burner phone rings and I know who it is without having to look. It’s one call I’d never deny.
“Yeah.”
“The fuck, Brick.” Curtis slams something on his end of the line. “You better be walking in this motherfucking clubhouse right now.”
“On my way.”
“Church in twenty.”
The phone line goes dead, and my foot goes down heavy on the pedal. Ain’t no way I’m making it to church on time.
All my brothers are already around the table along with the Diamond family. Curtis at the head slamming his gavel down as soon as I walk in. His glare tells me everything I need to know. He’s fucking pissed, and I’ll be paying for it.
“Update,” Curtis growls.
Curtis and I met with Roan Diamond and a few of his men last night. They flew out here to gather information to help us out. I owe them. Roan takes over the conversation about the gun deals we have going on with them and how many more runs it will take. It ain’t no typical run because there are about five other clubs just waiting for our fuck-up to work with the Diamonds. These guys are our friends. We ain’t fucking up nothing. They wouldn’t be here if they didn’t care.
I bite down on my bottom lip. Pissed as hell, knowing my ass will be on another run across the country in a few days. Used to never bother me to hit the open road. Catch some sweet pussy along the way. That all changed a few weeks ago when a certain doctor unintentionally banged on the front door of my heart. Now, the thought of leaving her for one damn day has my mind wandering.
Someone clears their throat, and I notice Katch leaning in a dark corner of the room. Besides other clubs and the Diamond family, our club works with no one but Katch Sterling. That’s why he’s in church on an as-needed basis. The man isn’t a part of the club but as close as it fucking gets. He does the dirty jobs with no fucking questions asked. He’s one man you never want to piss off or look cross-eyed at. He’ll blow your head off and walk away with his dick hard from it.
“Got some news about the kid.” He kicks off the wall with half his face still in a dark shadow. “The fucker messed up.”
My fists clench and unclench. I know my fucking place, but it takes everything inside of me not to fucking demand answers. This club is my family, my one blood relative, Zeke, is the doctor the club uses, and Katch is the man who is going to bring justice to my family. I know I need to keep my mouth shut and would never show disrespect, but it’s taking all my strength to keep my shit reined in.
It’s a tangled web with all of us interconnected even though we survive in different walks of life. We battle this world and take care of our own. End of.
“What’s that?” Curtis growls out.
“They found his car burned and deserted in the middle of Utah. His only credit card transaction was in Fort Collins, Colorado. It’s obvious he’s running out of money, running scared, and soon he’ll be trying to run from a bullet that’s aiming for his fucking head.”
Curtis throws his head back in laughter. “Fucker’s gonna learn he can’t hide.”
Snake, our VP and the brother who specializes in computers and all that brainy shit, has been following leads and adds to the Intel. “His car was found three days ago; just broke out on the national news an hour ago. Our friend at the police department let me know Ricky’s mother contacted him.”
“The fucker’s family finally stepped up,” I growl, not able to control my rage any longer.
Curtis sends me a glare. I lift my brows. If this were his family, he wouldn’t be shutting up. I toss him the glare that says ‘Fine. I’ll shut the fuck up for now.’
“No. The cops talked to her. Our guy said she was trying to get him to turn himself in. The lady had no idea she has a grandson. By the sounds of it, she’s pretty shaken up,” Snake adds.
I dig my phone out of my pocket. Another ballsy move. My first thought goes to Eden’s safety. I send Zeke a quick text to have him get his ass over there with no questions asked. Know the fucker is off today because I’m supposed to go over there tonight for a family dinner.
Snake keeps rattling on with new information. My head is about ready to explode. “This puke spent most of his time in juvie after his single mother couldn’t handle his ass. He’d b
eat the shit out of her. Went balls deep into some pretty hard drugs. He ran away when he was seventeen. His mom hasn’t heard from him since.” What a fucking loser. I can’t for the life of me figure out why Zoe would get herself involved with a worthless fucker like that. Jesus Christ.
“Where does she live?” Katch asks.
“Seattle, Washington,” Snake answers.
“Give me her address. I’ll get someone from the Seattle chapter to keep an eye on her,” Curtis states.
My thoughts are racing, my blood is boiling, and my body needs to hold Eden when she hears this fucking news. The only thing keeping me grounded is knowing I’m surrounded by the best of the fucking best. These men will find Ricky and make him pay. Nothing gets by them. Wilder will be safely back in the arms of his aunt. That’s the shit I have to focus on. He’s fucking up, and we are taking advantage. My only fear is that the cops get to him before we do. Prison is too good for the motherfucker.
“Doesn’t make any sense. Where the hell does he think he’s going? He killed a woman, for God’s sake. You would think he’d done left the country by now.” Curtis exhales a thick cloud of smoke.
“It makes all kinds of sense.” Katch steps out into the full light. “He’s not going to his mother. He’s running for the mountains to hide out. Probably thinks he can find a small mountain town and create an alias. He’s running from something besides killing that woman. I’ll stake my life on it.”
Snake slams the lid of his laptop. “No evidence of the boy, living or dead. There were a few empty shell casings found in the burned vehicle. Police believe the boy is still alive, but that’s just speculation.”
“Fucking idiot.” Curtis leans back in his chair. “Bastard’s face is plastered all over national news. His time is tick-tocking away. I’ll call in the Denver chapter, too. Get their eyes on it until we get out there. Snake, you take Katch’s theory and see what you can find out.”
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