Unbroken (Forgotten Rebels MC #1)

by Beth D. Carter

  “I’m a hungry man to feed,” he all but growled just before he kissed her.

  The rawness displayed in his embrace matched the untamed desire flaring to life inside her. All the excitement and fear of knowing what they were about to do bubbled inside her with a poignant ache that only he could ease. She went to raise her arms to encircle his neck, but he suddenly lifted his head and spun her around. He pulled her ass into his groin and ground against her backside.

  “From the moment I saw you I knew you were a once in a lifetime woman,” he said so softly she wondered if she’d heard him correctly.

  Kix kissed the back of her neck and rubbed his soft cheek bristles against the sensitive skin. She had never realized how arousing her back could be and arched her torso, filling his hands with her breasts. He massaged the plump mounds, teasing the nipples into turgid peaks that seemed to be a direct line to her pussy. Her juices ran, flooding her panties, and she undulated her hips in an effort to relieve the pressure against the seam of her denims.

  “Do you want me?" he asked. His breath tickled the hair around her ear. His voice was intoxicating. "Want to feel me in you? In your juicy, wet pussy?"

  She couldn’t help but moan her acquiescence, and thrust her ass even more into his pelvis. His hard cock poked back, letting her know he was just affected by her as she was by him.

  His mouth left her neck as he turned her in his arms, and his hands settled on her shoulders. They simply stared at one another for a long moment. His green eyes captured the ambient light and glittered with promise. He leaned down, kissing her lightly at each corner of her mouth, maintaining eye contact as he seduced his way through any hesitation she might have harbored. Then he kissed his way down her body as he slipped her t-shirt over her head, tossing it somewhere behind her. Next went her bra and the cool air touched over her nipples, bringing a whole different slew of sensation. Kix nipped and licked all the way down, until he fell to his knees in front of her, unsnapping her jeans and pushing them down, exposing her inch by inch to his gaze.

  “Your pussy is so pretty,” he murmured as his fingers slid through the curls that protected her most intimate part. Piper’s hips bucked as his fingers touched her slit and her heart pounded with excitement as she watched him collect the moisture from between her thighs and bring it to his lips. He licked off her cream with a hot look that melted her. “And you taste like fucking heaven.”

  Kix lifted her and tossed her onto the bed. She landed with a bounce. He grabbed her legs and spread her wide, just before he kissed her inner thighs, working his way up until he latched onto her pussy. Her body arched in pleasure as he swept his tongue into her channel, licking up and down. Just when she thought it couldn’t feel any better, he pushed his middle finger into her. He rubbed her clit, and her hips instinctively found the rhythm to mimic his hand, pumping in and out. She went up in flames, crying as she convulsed in pleasure.

  “Your cunt is gripping my fingers so tight,” he said. “Christ, you’re going to be so tight.”

  “Kix,” she gasped, reaching for him.

  “Are you ready to take my cock, Piper?” he asked, bending to kiss her neck. “Look at it. See how much I want you?”

  Piper’s eyes parted, although it took considerable effort. Kix rose up on his knees between her thighs to drape her knees over his arms. The position thrust her hips up and she felt like a sacrifice offering herself. All she could do was stare at Kix’s cock as he slid the tip up and down her fold, the tip now glistening with a mixture of her juices and his. Piper felt his cock searching, probing, hard steel encased in hot silk.

  And then, he thrust forward.

  Agony overshadowed everything just as Kix went rigid. Perhaps this had been a bad idea. She thought sex was supposed to feel good. This did not even feel remotely pleasant.

  “Holy shit, Piper! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”

  ****

  Shock poured through him as Piper’s fingernails dug into his arm. That wasn’t what held him immobile, though. It was the barrier he’d just obliterated without care or finesse that had him withdrawing from her body.

  “No,” she gasped, trying to pull him back into her arms.

  But he moved off her and took her chin between his fingers so he could look her in the eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “It’s no big deal,” she said.

  Anger churned through his gut. “No big deal? Did you ever ask if I wanted the responsibility of taking a virgin?”

  Uncertainty blazed across her face, and she put her hands on her body in an effort to cover herself. That made him even more angry, and he grabbed her hands, holding them away so her body was on display for him.

  “Oh no,” he said. “This is mine now.”

  “You just said you didn’t want me.”

  He shook his head. “No, that’s not what I fucking said. I may not have wanted to deflower you, but now that I have I sure as hell won’t have a take-back. Now, stay just like that.”

  He backed away and headed into the adjacent bathroom. He grabbed a clean washcloth and ran the hot water before dunking the cloth into the stream. When it was soaked, he shut off the faucet and then rang out the excess water. As he returned to the bedroom, he was pleased to see Piper hadn’t moved from her position. He knelt and wiped the blood off her thighs, easing up to clean her pussy lips. She whimpered a little and her hips bucked. He looked up at her and saw the desire sweep her expression. His dick came roaring back to life.

  Tossing the wet rag aside, he grabbed her legs and brought her to the edge of the bed so he could kneel between them. Kix gently pushed one finger through her slit, into her core, and her hips undulated. He used her natural lubricant to tease her, pumping in and out between the swollen lips and made sure to bump against her clit. He leaned forward to lap against her sensitive nub, like a cat licking cream, and reveled in how sweet she tasted. Piper was certainly addictive and he was fast falling for her charms, already half afraid one taste wouldn’t be enough.

  He fucked her with his tongue, pushing in as far as it could go, only to pull out and repeat. Her hips began to mimic the movements and he heard her give breathless little pants, so he knew she liked this. Then he sucked her clit into his mouth as he plunged two fingers into her hot cunt and she screeched, coming immediately. Her cream flowed over his fingers and into his mouth and he lapped it up, loving her taste.

  She moaned her displeasure when he pulled back. He fisted his cock and placed it at her entrance. She looked at him with those beautiful dark eyes of hers, glowing from her orgasm, and he surged forward. Knowing the worst of it was over for her, he drove until his balls rested against her. His cockhead touched something soft inside and she flinched slightly, so he knew he was as deep as he could possibly go.

  “Ohhh,” she moaned.

  “Jesus, you’re tight,” Kix said. “You feel so good. Can you feel me touching every bit of you inside?”

  “Yes!” she gasped.

  Her face twisted in desire as he pulled back, only to thrust in once more. Her knuckles were white where they gripped the bed sheets. Her cries were now from pleasure, and not pain. Kix looked down and saw where his dick was buried inside her sweet little body, and all coherent thoughts fled as a tidal wave of bliss crashed through him. For the first time in his life, he felt as if two bodies were now one, and he never wanted to leave her body. She felt too good, too right. Perhaps it was just lust ruling his brain, but he knew he was old enough to know the difference between ordinary carnality and affection.

  He reached for her hands, prying them from the sheet, and interlocked their fingers. And then he was pumping his hips, burrowing into her wet depths. He went slowly, rocking a little forward and then back, letting her get used to the feeling of being filled.

  “Uh!” she cried.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “No,” she murmured. “You’re just…big.”

  He smiled. “Thank you. I don’t want to hurt you.”<
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  “Please,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”

  He stared down at her for a moment, until she flexed her inner vaginal muscles and squeezed him. The tips of her breasts brushed against his chest as he brought them closer together, and soon her hips started to move of their own accord, rising to meet him as he worked deeper into her body. She panted in his ear and her fingernails dug into his back.

  Something meaningful singed through his blood. This wasn’t just a meaningless fuck. Piper wasn’t just another woman to him. As their bodies merged, he felt their souls joining, becoming one.

  “I need you so badly.”

  Her words echoed what was in his soul and it drove him wild. He pounded into her harder, deeper. Her tight little cunt was sucking him in, turning his brain to mush. He was fast losing control and he so wanted this moment to never end. She felt so damn good wrapped around him, skin to skin.

  He couldn’t get enough of her, like a wet dream come to life.

  He reached down between their bodies and touched her clit, and that was all she needed to fly apart. Her pussy spasmed around his cock and her incoherent cries of pleasure pushed him over the top and he came with a loud shout. He felt his cock jerking into her wet hole as he buried himself as deeply as he could. The thought of his cum splashing inside her, marking her, was so sexy he shuddered. It should’ve terrified him that he hadn’t used a condom, that even now his sperm could be rushing to make her pregnant, but somehow it didn’t seem to matter.

  Kix pushed himself onto his side, but he gathered Piper close and folded her within his arms. Their hearts thundered together as their bodies cooled. Sweat dried upon their skin. His dick softened, and eventually it pulled from her body. Her eyes flew to his, wide with shock.

  “You didn’t use a condom,” she said.

  “Yeah. I realized that after I came.”

  She frowned. “You sound calm about that.”

  “I’m clean,” he said. “You’re the first girl I haven’t worn a condom with since I lost my virginity at fourteen.”

  “Fourteen? Holy shit.”

  He shrugged. “What can I say? My hormones were raging out of control and the sweet butts were looking all too pretty.”

  She chuckled as she played with the hair on his chest. “So you grew up in the club?”

  “I did,” he replied. “My dad was the enforcer. My mom was his old lady. They met at a powwow in Oklahoma––he ended up bringing her back with him. This life is all I know. All I want.”

  “They were good parents?” she asked.

  “The best,” he replied. “You?”

  “My dad walked out on my mom. She met Michael when I was nine and they married a year later. He was…strict. A tough man. But he never hit me, or my mother, so I didn’t mind him. I hated how he treated Wick, though.”

  Piper fell silent but continued to run her fingers over his skin. He liked her touch. Liked her stroking him. He could definitely get used to her wrapped up in his arms.

  “Why were you a virgin?” he asked softly.

  She tensed. “I just hadn’t found anyone I trusted to seal the deal.”

  Once again, anger rose at her flippant words, and he reached under her chin to lift her gaze up to his. “Don’t. No fuck-you statements, okay? Tell me why you’ve never had sex.”

  She looked away. “Since you lived in a club, you know how it is. Every Brother talks and I didn’t want to be gossip.”

  He put his finger under her chin and forced her to look him in the eyes. “Tell me the truth, Piper.”

  Suddenly, tears flooded her eyes and her chin began to quiver. “I…couldn’t ever trust a man. Not after him.”

  Concerned, he sat up and dragged her with him so they faced each other.

  “Him?”

  “My old boyfriend. He…he murdered my family,” she whispered. And the floodgates opened.

  Piper told him everything. The whole awful story of what happened to her and Wick’s family, and all Kix could do was stare at her in horror as she poured out her heart, from the moment she met the dickhead until she came to the decision of sleeping with him.

  “I chose you to be my first because I found you so attractive and, well, I know you’re not staying.”

  He blinked at that statement and held up his hand. “Whoa. Stop right there. You may have just overloaded my brain with your story. What the fuck are you talking about? Our clubs are joined, Piper.”

  She frowned. “I know.”

  “I want you to come with me to mine.”

  “For how long?”

  “For fucking forever.”

  He immediately saw the rejection in her eyes. “I can’t. There is no forever with me, Kix. Didn’t you hear what I said?”

  “What I heard was some asshole killed your family,” he said. “He took away your past, but what’s that got to do with your future?”

  “It’s my fault they died.”

  “Bullshit,” he said emphatically. “You’re giving him more power over you, you know.”

  Doubt crept into her expression. “How so?”

  “Because you’re allowing him to win. Don’t you see? By denying yourself happiness, you’re giving him control over you. Again.”

  “I…I hadn’t thought of it that way.”

  He cupped her face. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful and you don’t even realize it. I hate the ugliness that’s touched your life, Piper. And I’m so sorry about your family. But the monster who did that horrible thing isn’t you. No one could’ve suspected what evil lurked in that psycho’s mind, let alone an eighteen-year-old girl. Don’t let him win, okay? Don’t let him control you anymore.”

  “I’m trying,” she said. Tears welled up in her eyes and he immediately felt like a jackass. He pulled her into his arms and snuggled her into his side. She didn’t sob or make a sound. She simply lay on his shoulder and cried silent tears.

  Chapter Ten

  Kix watched Piper sleep, admiring the delicate line of her jaw and the graceful stretch of her neck. She lay on her stomach, with her head turned toward him, and all he wanted to do was wake her back up and love her all over again. He didn’t quite know what to call these feelings he had for her, whether or not it was love was still something he wrestled with. He’d never been in love, so how the hell was he supposed to know what it felt like? All he knew was that the moment he’d laid eyes on her, his whole body had seized up with longing and a need to taste her. Well, he’d tasted her, and all he wanted now was more.

  Still, he’d just met her. How did he know if the draw to her wasn’t fleeting? Something that would pass, as soon as he saw the next chick? Sure, he’d told Piper he wanted her with him forever, but doubts had settled in almost immediately. It wasn’t often he spoke without thought. Should he lead with his brain or with his heart? That was the question that had kept him up.

  Kix rose from the bed, moving carefully so as not to wake her, and slipped on his jeans. He didn’t bother with a shirt. Silently, he eased open the door and slipped out of the room. He closed the door behind him and headed downstairs for a cup of coffee. As he stepped off the stairs, he immediately saw Wick sitting at the bar with his back turned. Kix hesitated for only a second before walking forward. No use hiding from the forthcoming conversation.

  As he rounded the bar to find the coffee pot, he noticed a half-empty glass of amber liquid in front of Wick.

  “Kinda early to hit the hard stuff, isn’t it?” he asked.

  Wick shrugged and downed the rest of the drink. “I needed it. How long are you and your men staying?”

  “Not sure,” Kix said. “A couple more days.”

  “Guess I’m going to have to come up with a few more girls. Mine are already worn out.”

  Kix grinned, and then gestured to the empty glass. “Anything I can help you with?”

  “Not unless you can turn back time.”

  Kix wasn’t quite sure how to interpret that. “This got anything to do with Piper?”
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  “Strangely, no,” Wick said, pointing his finger at him. “But now that you mention it, I’m going to have to kick your ass over her.”

  “Can we just say you did and call it even?”

  Wick sat his empty tumbler onto the bar’s scarred, wooden surface with a sharp click. “Really? That’s what you have to say? She’s my fucking sister!”

  Kix sighed. “I know. And because of that, I don’t want there to be hard feelings between us. I…I care about her, Wick.”

  “Listen, she’s had a hard fucking time in the past––”

  “I know. She told me.”

  Wick blinked in surprise. “She told you? Everything?”

  Kix nodded. “What happened to that little fuck who killed your family?”

  “Tyler? I don’t know.” Wick shook his head. “She begged me not to get involved. Afraid I’d get hurt. Or arrested for murder, which was the more likely outcome. She showed up here exhausted, scared, and confused. I didn’t have the heart to go against her wishes.”

  Kix processed that information. Yeah, he didn’t blame her for wanting to keep her only family safe.

  “So you adopted her into the club.”

  “Yeah,” Wick said. “She was willing to become club property, but after hearing what she had been through, all the Brothers voted her in as a sister. The old Piper died that day.”

  “No,” Kix said, shaking his head. “I have Piper. You have Sissy. And I aim to take her with me.”

  Wick cocked his head. “Why? You can’t possibly love her.”

  “Why can’t I?”

  “It’s been two days! I mean, I don’t know you too well personally, but I’m betting insta-love is not your cup of coffee.”

  Kix rubbed the back of his neck. He’d just had the same thought, only now that he’d heard it out loud, he rejected the notion entirely. Perhaps he’d never been in love because he’d been waiting on the right woman. Perhaps his body and heart had recognized her immediately. As stupid as it sounded, a small part of him wanted that romanticism.