When Opposites Collide Boxset

by Kathy Coopmans

  He drains the beer in one long pull, throws the glass bottle into the trashcan, breaking it. “Want the truth?” he asks.

  “Always.” I break a long string of gooey cheese from the pizza, popping it into my mouth.

  “Thought long and hard about bringing you here. Didn’t really want to.”

  Well, that wasn’t expected. It hurts a little more than I’d like to admit.

  “It’s not what you’re thinking, darlin’. Can read you like a book. I was scared it wouldn’t be good enough for you. It’s a simple place. Close enough to the club, but far enough away. It ain’t no fancy digs like you and Zeke have. The thing is, it’s mine.”

  I stop him by putting down my pizza and crawling in his lap. His patio lounger is roomy enough to let me do so. “It’s perfect, baby, and if I'm honest, I like it better than my house. It’s a place that could be a real home. Simple, comfortable, and just the right size to raise a family in.”

  “Yeah?” His voice is shocked.

  I nod. “Yes, this perfect backyard fenced in for little Saxons to run around while I stand in the kitchen and cook dinner. I can see them right out the back window with the sliding glass door wide open. It’s a home while not many places are that.”

  “And plenty of room to fuck,” he adds.

  There’s my man. Serious as hell with the ability to make any topic light and laughable.

  “We have to cover a lot of rooms tonight. Might have to go into the morning, since we never left your bed.”

  “Had to get you dressed and fed before I took you up the ass.” He flicks the hem of the T-shirt with the club name across the chest. It’s worn and well-loved and now wrapped around my body. “I’m also starting to think you have an aversion to packing or remembering your clothes.”

  “Seriously, Saxon—”

  He cuts me off cupping my tits. “Starting to think you want to be around me in your birthday suit, yeah?”

  “I got some really cute clothes today. You know, the ones I’d love to wear but my job stops me from.” Each word comes out needy and breathless all because of his touch.

  “Like you naked.” His hand slips down to my core underneath the pair of boxers I have on, rolled over several times to fit me.

  I slap his chest in a playful gesture, fighting like hell to change the subject, and not because the cold, hard truth is this man owns me with one single touch or word. There’s something about him that’s real. He doesn’t need a diploma with his name on it to prove to me how smart he is. How caring or how much he takes his passion for life and puts his whole heart out there with his love for the club, his family, friends, and now me. I’ll never be able to explain it, but it’s all there.

  “You wouldn’t.”

  “Wouldn’t what?” Saxon sinks two fingers inside of me in a steady rhythm. I need him, and when his flesh is on mine, he controls me.

  My eyes slam shut, and I battle to string together a thought. “Ass. Fuck me in the ass.”

  His hearty chuckle vibrates throughout my entire body with force settling between my legs, where he is working in and out of me.

  “Gonna claim that ass, darlin’.” Two more pumps inside of me. “And when I do, you’ll never forget who owns you, and when some bitch tries to take me, you’ll get wet right here remembering everything and everywhere I’ve been.”

  His fingers were born to strum me. He’s the conductor, and I’m whatever instrument he desires. My hips buck to meet his palm. The sight of his tattooed arm working between my legs would turn anyone on. Shit. Fuck. Oh, my God. Stars. His thumb hits my clit.

  “Saxon.”

  The fuck?

  A voice calls out again. “Saxon, could you please help me get my hose to my garden again? I rolled it up like you showed me, but I can’t reach my tomato plants.”

  I make eye contact with the elderly lady peering over the fence for a split of a second, then bury my head in the crook of his neck.

  “I’ll be right there, Ladore,” he hollers back like nothing is happening here.

  “Oh, Saxon! Thank you. You need to get your little ass back here more often. That wind-up thing for the hose you bought me was a great idea, but I still can’t get the head of the hose in the right hole to water.” Ladore’s silver hair shines over the fence with a gleam in her pupils. She’s in love with him. My heart expands, contracts, and rattles in my chest.

  “That’s what she said,” I murmur into his neck.

  “Be right there, Ladore,” he barks back. But there’s something different in his voice. It’s not the stone-killer type. Nope, it’s ‘I’m your neighbor and will wind up your hose and water your damn garden.’ See? Passion. In his way.

  Saxon glances down at me and chuckles. His fingers flex inside of me. “Gotta help the neighbor lady. Don’t be going and getting all jealous on me, yeah? You beat Ladore down, we have words.”

  I rise to my feet. Straighten out his shirt and nod. “Hope you find me after you get the hose in the right hole with your neighbor.”

  Saxon stands to adjust his cock in his sweat pants like he didn’t just have his fingers deep inside of me. He grins at Ladore then me. It melts my beating heart knowing this little old woman counts on him. “Better protect that ass,” he growls in my ear.

  The asshole struts right over to Ladore. She beams like her zucchini won the purple grand prize at the county fair. Saxon Hartley is a complete mystery. It hurts deep inside knowing he was ashamed to show me his house. The square feet or the fact marble doesn’t cover the surface of his counters or floor, none of that matters. The only thing that does right now is that Ladore gets her hose to her garden. Saxon leaps the fence with ease, causing Ladore to giggle. There’s ruckus on the other side of the privacy fence. My back relaxes back into the lounger where Saxon just laid. I grab the piece of pizza and just think of all the what ifs.

  Wilder would love it here. The gaping hole in my heart sears with blinding pain. I know Saxon is doing everything to bring him back to me. It’s Saxon’s deep chuckle, laughter, and voice that ground me even if he’s helping Ladore get the end of a hose in a hole.

  I have to believe. My gut knows beyond a shadow of a doubt Saxon will bring my Wilder back to me. From the first meeting, he never flinched when helping me. I realize now that’s when I fell for him. I tumbled headfirst into the wall of a man they call Brick.

  He will always be Saxon to me. The man who helps his elderly neighbor out, no questions asked. The same person who placed a stranger on the back of his bike heading to the morgue, again with no questions asked. He’s a damn good man. One my parents would fall in love with. He has a big heart buried underneath all that gruff tough-guy act. He may be a biker called Brick, but he’ll always be my Saxon.

  “I have fresh lemonade,” I hear Ladore’s voice float over the fence.

  “Oh, I’m good,” Saxon’s rough voice floats through the air.

  Jesus, I can only picture a shirtless Saxon running his hands over his head.

  “Oh, nonsense, boy. Picked these lemons from the tree then squeezed them.”

  Shit, Ladore is ruthless. I thought Nelly was a force; she has nothing on this elderly woman.

  “Okay, I’ll take a glass,” Saxon relents.

  “You won’t regret it.”

  I’m happy eating pizza and listening to this. Life isn’t beautiful; far from it. I’m fighting for what is right. No, scratch that; we are fighting for it. I’ve learned some things are out of our control. Does it make it easier? No. You just have to believe in the good of the world in moments. I’ll bring justice to my family. Wilder will be back with me. That’s it.

  I don’t need to be the doctor saving lives or delivering babies. Or be the brainchild. I have to believe.

  Some people mask their pain with drugs or alcohol. Drown in their sorrow and never recover. Me, I’m coping with something so much better. It comes in the form a big, burly Saxon Hartley.

  My raw and open wounds will more than likely never heal. Bu
t it’s Saxon’s rare smiles, his presence, and the way he protects me that keep me going.

  I’d live at the club with him in his tiny-ass bedroom or even on the back of his bike. I’d go anywhere with this man. I realize I’ve been staring at the horizon right above the fence surrounding his manicured suburban yard. A clattering noise, then a broad, muscular man who leaps over forces me back to reality.

  His low-slung black sweat pants, shirtless chest, and glistening sweat pebbling on his forehead make me insane. Saxon gifts me one of his rare and genuine smiles. It hurts to know this amazing and powerful man has never let anyone in to see this side of him. It’s an honor I’ll always hold dear.

  Ladore’s wild, silver curls appear over the fence once again. I kick my legs back, enjoying this scene.

  “Thanks for getting your hose in that hole. I had no idea it was so simple.”

  Saxon turns back to look at his neighbor. “No problem. I’ll pick you up a new storage unit next time around.”

  “Thanks, sugar.” She winks at him. “You’re a doll.”

  Her gray hair disappears with the sound of her light singing filling the air. That little hooker. I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle the laughter. Saxon stalks his way to me as if he didn’t just charm a senior citizen right out of her granny panties. I can’t help it.

  “Your milkshake brings all the grannies—”

  My version of the song is cut off abruptly as Saxon tosses me over his shoulder. He stomps into his house. Slams the door shut, then we christen every surface of his kitchen from the floor to the counter and even the small pantry.

  68

  Brick

  I’m beginning to think I’m dreaming this woman up. Swear to God, I am. Never would I have thought bringing her here would turn out this way. There wasn’t one ounce of judgment in her eyes. She was livid when I marched her in here, but she fucked her feisty attitude right out of her system. Turned into the woman I love. More caring than she’d probably admit. It was as if it were just us in a safe place forgetting about the worries of the world.

  Eden nestles her face into my chest. Her sleeping form wrapped tight around my naked body. I finally let her fall asleep well past two in the morning. Shit was insane last night. She didn’t lie about fucking in every room in this house. We laughed so hard when I was taking her from the back, slamming into her wet cunt when she lost grip of the couch and went sailing onto the floor. Getting some intense carpet burns on a knee and hitting her shin on the coffee table. I was left with my wet dick hanging out and shocked.

  My vixen pulled me to the ground until I was flat on my back and rode me until we both came. I scrub my eyes looking at the time. We need to be back at the club in two hours for the barbeque, but my evil plans aren’t over yet. I promised her one thing and am damn sure going to make good on it.

  I pull the sheets back drinking in her fine curves. The bruise on her shin is massive. I’m a protective motherfucker and don’t like seeing those I love get hurt. But that bruise is another story; it’s a Goddamn victory badge marking her as mine. Eden’s in a deep sleep, allowing me to untangle from her. Inching down the bed, I stop at the bruise, kissing and licking it. She doesn’t stir. Then I rub the pads of my fingers over the rug burn on her other knee, smiling at the memory.

  It’s like candy for a toddler, and I just can’t help it. My fingers glide through her folds. She isn’t awake all the way. I roll her over onto her back, spreading her legs.

  “That’s it, baby,” I whisper into the flesh of her hip.

  My cock juts out, ready to fuck her. I sink two fingers inside, inching closer to getting my mouth on her. There ain’t going to be a better breakfast than this. Her hips begin rolling against my mouth, helping my fingers hit her harder and deeper. She’s half asleep while whispering my name over and over. Each time it falls from her tongue, I smile against her pussy. The pain in my balls too much to handle. My hand reaches down, stroking him base to tip. I could come all over these sheets in a matter of seconds.

  Eden’s eyes pop open. She perches herself up on her elbows with sleep covering her features. Several seconds go by before she realizes what’s going on. I don’t stop. Not until her pussy grips my fingers.

  “Saxon, what—” Her orgasm stops her mid-sentence. Eden’s hands go to my hair. She pulls and tugs while singing out my name over and over again. When she collapses back onto the bed, I climb up her body.

  “Clean me now,” I growl into her mouth.

  She doesn’t flinch at the demand and only seals her lips to mine. This woman is going to drive me crazy with her wicked mouth all sassy and shit. Then the next minute she’s doing what I ask. I fucking love her.

  My hips buck into her, finding her hot pussy. I groan into her mouth, fucking her at a fast pace. I pull back and lick my lips.

  “You trust me?” I jerk my chin.

  She nods.

  Game on, motherfuckers. Reaching down, I lift her ass while fucking her, and without warning, I sink a finger in her tight little ass. Her eyes snap shut.

  “Gonna have this pussy dripping, darlin’,” I add another finger in her ass, getting her ready for me. “Then gonna rub all your juices over this ass and take it.”

  She nods, giving me the go-ahead, and I nearly bust a nut inside of her. It’s hell pulling out of that sweet cunt. It will be so damn worth it knowing I’ve claimed all of her that I can.

  I flip her over then press one hand on her back and the other I run through her pussy up into the entrance of her asshole. Over and over until she’s nice and wet right where I want her to be.

  I pull her hips back to me with the head of my cock right at her entrance. I go slow knowing she’s never done this before.

  “Gotta relax, baby.” I squeeze her hip inching into her. “Just relax and let your body feel this.”

  I bite down on my lip as her tight ass strangles my dick.

  Christ.

  “Reach back and fuck your pussy now,” I growl. “Fill that cunt with your fingers.”

  She obeys. I stay still until she’s ready for me to move.

  “You okay, Eden?” I ask. Needing to know she wants this as much as I do.

  “I won’t be if you don’t move.” Yeah, she’s alright.

  “Let me know if it’s too much.” I nibble on her ear, my dick ready to go.

  “Okay.”

  Her fingers work in and out of her. Eden begins moaning and rolling her ass up and down my cock. I see motherfucking stars feeling this. I reach around and flick her clit until she’s screaming.

  “Fuck me, Saxon, fuck me. I need you to move. Oh, my God! Please.”

  “Your wish is my command,” I say with a smile on my face.

  It’s slow at first, letting her get used to the feeling. Then something inside of me snaps. I need to own her and this ass. It’s all mine. My hips slap against her ass with one hard thrust. My palm cracks her globe and I keep pounding into her until she’s gasping, her slick back coated with a sheer sheen of sweat. Fuck me.

  She screams out her release way before I find mine. Eden never stops fucking her pussy. The action is hot as hell. Her body tightens with another release.

  “Gonna come,” I grit out. “You wait for me this time. Don’t you dare fucking go until I say.”

  “Saxon,” she whines.

  “You fucking heard me.”

  Sweat runs down my forehead, my legs begin to tremble, and my grip on on her hip tightens. A tingle builds at the base of my spine, then with three more thrusts, I’m there ready to fill her with me.

  “Go,” I roar.

  We both indulge at same time. Our worlds colliding, fucking intertwining so damn tight there’s no telling where one begins and the other ends. I collapse down on her. Energy drained. I slide to the side not wanting to hurt her. She’s going to be fucking sore.

  “That ain’t ever happened before.” I roll up to my side, coming eye to eye with my woman.

  “What?” Her brows scrunch in confu
sion.

  “Think you broke my dick and fucked all the energy out of me.”

  She slaps my shoulder. “Good.”

  I pull her to me, breathing in the scent of her flowery-smelling hair. I kiss the top of her head.

  “Want to know a secret?” she asks.

  I nod.

  “I liked it.” She laughs. “Everyone says how bad it hurts, but there was something about you filling me so full I could hardly breathe. It was amazing.”

  “Won’t be the last time, so don’t you worry about that.” I slap her ass hoping like hell I left behind a handprint. “We need to shower and get going.”

  “No,” she protests. “I don’t want to leave here.”

  The woman is turning me into a certified pussy. My heart clenches with her words.

  “Have the club barbeque. We’ll come back.” I sit up running my hands through my just-fucked hairstyle.

  I want to promise her everything else. Like a room for Wilder, marrying her crazy ass, and having her barefoot and pregnant in our kitchen. I’ll go to the ends of the world for this woman. It will never be enough, but I’ll be damned if I ain’t willing to try. I’d take a bullet to the head just to bring her nephew back to her.

  I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower, deep in those thoughts, when I feel her arms wrap around my waist.

  “You okay?” she asks.

  I nod.

  “You’re good at a lot of shit. Talented in the bed and damn sexy on that bike, but, Saxon, you’re a shit liar.”

  I spin around, pick her up, and set her in the shower. She squeals splashing water back out at me. I smirk. The water is still cold and not quite warmed up yet.

  “Asshole!”

  Like the true gentleman I am, I wait for the steam to billow from the shower before stepping in. Eden washes away the proof of our night together. Her palms gliding over my skin as she washes every inch of me strikes me hard. She’s taking care of me.

  Zeke and Amelia are the only ones who have taken care of me in a long time. Ain’t gonna lie. It feels fucking amazing.