The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Complete Series

by Jenika Snow

  “Can I come in?”

  “No.” she said right away. “Hold on.” She finished going, flushed the toilet, and washed her hands. She opened the door and saw Reese leaning against the frame, his arms crossed over his chest.

  He grabbed her hands in his in the next second. “You’re going to be mine. I’m not going to leave here until you’re by my side on the back of my bike.” He gripped her hands even tighter. “I’m not expecting you to be all right with this straight away, but with time, I want us to be more.” His thumbs stroked across her skin. “Nothing you can do or say is going to push me away. I know what happened to you. I know what Bruce did to you. Look into my eyes, Amy.”

  She did as he ordered, unable to look away from him.

  “Everything with us is real. I love you, baby.” He placed one of her hands over his heart. “You’re in here and nothing is going to push you away. Tell me you understand.”

  “I understand.”

  He pressed a kiss to her lips. “No pressure, no pushing, we’ll take our time together.”

  She smiled as he pulled away.

  “You’re gorgeous even when you’re embarrassed.” He chuckled, leaving her alone.

  Turning and staring at her reflection, she blew out a breath.

  It’s all going to be okay. She wanted to be with Reese and if that meant learning to accept him and the club then she would.

  “You can do this, Amy. He’s gone and nothing is ever going to happen to you again.”

  She found her hand shaking. This is what she hated the most. One part of her wanted to give herself over to Reese, to have what she’d witnessed that night all those years ago with the other woman. She wanted to give in and to know what it was like to be kissed, loved, and desired. However, another part of her was scared. All she’d ever known was fear and pain. Her mother and her therapist promised it would take time, but she’d be able to live normally. How could being frightened of everything in life be living normally? So far, she hadn't been able to allow herself to experience new things, and she knew it was because of fear.

  Fisting her hand, she was determined to ignore that inner fear and try. The bastard who was supposed to love and protect her would no longer be allowed to rule her. Her father was dead and she would learn to live life to the fullest.

  Chapter 8

  Amy was afraid of what she was about to do, not because she feared Joker, but because she was afraid of taking this first step toward her new future. The reality was that she could hide in the past forever, never being able to live her life fully because she worried she’d always be afraid. She thought about Joker, about him lying beside her in bed all night, holding her, and just being there for her. He had killed her father, the man who hurt and tormented her for far too many years. She hated him, hated that he still had this kind of control over her. Why should he dictate how she loved or was loved? Why should he control who she gave herself to?

  She stared at herself in the mirror; her long dark hair was messy around her face, and light blue eyes. She had never thought of herself as pretty, never even thought she could truly be loved by someone. That was all thanks to her father, and what he had taken from her all those years ago. He hadn’t just taken her innocence, but her self-confidence, too.

  Amy heard the front door close as David left for the day. Could she really do what she was about to do? Could he give herself to Reese? She wanted him, had for so long. He might be considered her step-brother, but she was a grown woman, knew who she loved and what she wanted, and she couldn’t let her life be dictated by her past any longer. She might not be able to give him the type of pleasure he sought, at least not at first, but she wanted to be with him, wanted to give him what he desired, and right now she’d just take baby steps.

  Leaving the bathroom and standing right inside the room, she stared at Reese, who stood across the room, and looked at the hard planes of his muscular back and his biceps, at of all the ink that covered his golden flesh. His hair was messy from the night before, and she wanted to run her fingers through the shorter strands. She wanted to tug at the dark hair and tell him she wasn’t going to be afraid anymore. He was doing something on his phone, and when he set it aside and turned to face her, she took in the glorious expanse of his chest. His hard lines and planes, his rippling six-pack, that V of muscle that disappeared down his boxers… all of it was on full display and showing proudly through his ink.

  For a second they just stood there while she checked him out, feeling her body grow warm and wet. She put all other thoughts aside so she could focus solely on the here and now.

  “Hey, baby…” his voice cracked at the end, and she knew he could see that she was growing aroused. It was not something she tried to hide because she wanted this desperately.

  “I want you, Joker.” she said his club name, knowing she needed to get used to saying it, because that’s who he was now. “I don’t know how well I will do in that department and I’m afraid, but I love you, and I want this.” She was standing up for herself, taking her life by the reigns, and saying fuck you to everything else that dragged her down.

  He had no clue what the fuck was going on. Well, of course that wasn’t true, because he was currently letting Amy lead the way. She wanted this, was coming to him. However, he didn’t want to rush her.

  “Baby, really, we don’t have to do this. We can wait because I have all the time in the world.”

  She lowered her eyes to the bulge he knew he was sporting then slowly lifted her gaze back to his face. “I trust you.”

  That was all she said, and he nodded once. “You have the power, Amy. You control me.” Joker had always been the one to take control, to dominate, and although that desire was in his blood, it was the very essence of who he was, he knew Amy didn’t need that shit. If she ever decided to submit to him, he would take care of her, treat her like his Queen, and never make her feel like she couldn’t trust him. He’d never betray her.

  “I don’t know where to start, Joker.” The long T-shirt and sweat pants she wore were maybe not the most flattering apparel, but to him she looked fucking gorgeous. “But I want to see it, Joker,” she swallowed. “I want to see your… erection.”

  God, the way she said that, all soft and hesitant, had his dick jerking. He started removing his underwear nice and slow because he didn’t want to frighten her. His erection sprang free, his breath hitched as her eyes widened, and he swore to fuck he could have come just from the sight of her staring at his cock. Her breathing visibly changed, her breasts rose and fell under the thin material of her T-shirt, and his cock jerked. He didn’t know how far she’d allow this to go, but she did have control over this moment, and he’d go along for the ride.

  “Are you sure about this, baby?”

  She licked her lips and took a few seconds to answer. “I don’t want to live in the past anymore. I want you, have never wanted anyone else, and I know you’ll never abuse my trust. I love you, Reese.”

  He smiled a real and genuine smile because he loved this woman so fucking much. He swore his dick visibly pulsed with each passing second that she stared at him. Hell, he could feel cum starting to seep out the tip. The slight worry that marred her face pulled at his heart. Joker reached out and stroked her face with his thumb. “You have the control, baby. I am here for whatever you need.” He was large man in every aspect, and he could see the thoughts running through her mind. She worried about the pain, about him stretching her, and just about being with him. His Amy was scared, and he fucking hated that.

  All thoughts fled him when she moved closer and wrapped her hand around his length. She started stroking him with slow strokes. “Am I doing it okay?” she asked softly.

  Oh fuck, yeah she was. He nodded once, unable to speak. A harsh sound left his throat when she dragged her hand over the underside of his cock. Joker could have come right then and there, but the first time he got off with Amy would be with her under him and coming as well. It felt so damn good that he was h
aving trouble keeping his eyes open. All he wanted to do was give himself over to her, but he wanted to prolong this moment with her. “Jesus Christ, Amy.” He groaned loudly, cursing, murmuring how good it felt, how good she made him feel. “You’re doing such a good job, baby, but we have to stop, or it’ll be over before it really begins.” He was far too sensitive and needed a breather. “Shit, baby,” he couldn’t catch his breath. “Let me make you feel good, Amy.”

  She licked her lips, let go of his dick, and nodded slowly. She moved onto the bed, and before he could follow her, she lifted up the bottom of her shirt and took it off. Glancing down at her chest, he felt arousal the likes of which he had never experienced move through him. Her breasts were big and round and her tips were a dark pink. Her nipples were hard, and he could see she was embarrassed by her nudity.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said in a husky voice. “And you’re mine.”

  She glanced up at him, and a smile covered her face. She was staring up at him, her eyes so big and blue he felt like he could get lost in them. The thing was that he had no intentions of letting her go, ever. Joker moved onto the bed and very slowly leaned in and kissed her. He slid his tongue along her plump lips before slipping it into her mouth. When she pulled back he thought maybe he was moving too fast, but she surprised him by taking off her sweats and panties.

  “I want you, Joker,” she said very hesitantly. Joker was scared of pushing her, but oh, fucking hell, he wanted her so badly.

  He reached out to touch her gently and kept his gaze trained on her. When he slipped his hand between her thighs and felt her slickness coat his fingers, he groaned.

  “Kiss me, Joker. I’m dying here,” she smiled, but it was soft, almost weak.

  He kissed her with so much passion, so much love. He cradled her body close to his and kissed her for long, gentle seconds. He was hard as steel, but he was taking his time. When she started moving against him, pressing her breasts to his chest, he groaned against her mouth. Adjusting his body so his hips cradled hers, he breathed out roughly at the feel of her wetness coating the length of his shaft. She was hotter than hell and he was going to burn alive. He wanted to go slowly, ease her into all of this, but he was too far gone already. Hips jerking on their own accord, his length spread her labia apart as he moved back and forth against her. She liked what he was doing, and he knew by the little mewls and cries that left her parted lips.

  “It feels good, Joker.”

  “Good, baby. I’m going to make you feel even better.” He kissed her harder, with more passion. “You tell me when you want more.”

  “I want more,” she breathed against his mouth. Her breath fanning against his mouth smelled of the mint from her toothpaste. Arching, she pressed her hard nipples against his chest.

  “I want you so fucking badly, baby.” Thrusting against her with a little more force than necessary, he groaned, “I want to feel your tight, hot little body spreading around my cock. I want to make you feel good, make you only think about me.”

  She panted, but didn’t stop him.

  “You want that, too, don’t you, sweetheart?”

  “God, yes. Yes, I want that.” Her pussy cream coated him completely, verifying exactly what she’d said. He could feel it slip along her thighs, making him wet; it was such a turn-on.

  He stared at her face, looked right into her eyes, and reached between their bodies to grab his cock. He placed it at her entrance, but didn’t push into her. “I want you to be completely ready. I’ll ask you over and over again until I know for sure you are on- board. I don’t want to rush you about anything, baby.” He cupped her cheek and kissed her. Murmuring against her mouth, he said, “I’m clean, and I know you are. I can wear a condom, but I want to feel you, baby, be with you without anything between us.” He breathed out. “I’ll be careful, pull out even, but I need this, Amy. I need you.”

  “Just be with me. I trust you more than anyone, Joker.”

  He could have died right then and would have only felt bliss. As he started pushing into her, inch by slow inch, he watched her face. He wanted to gauge her reaction for the slightest doubt or that she was uncomfortable and wanted him to stop. Her eyes were wide and full of emotion. Ecstasy filled him, and he gritted out, “Damn Amy, baby, it feels so good.” She was his, and he was claiming her. He bit his lip and continued sinking into her, feeling every hot part of her pussy ripple along his length.

  Dipping down, he dragged his lips across hers, stared down at her, and pulled out of her eager body. When just the head of his cock was at her entrance, he took a deep, calming breath and pushed back. He groaned, never before going so slow, or so gentle. But with Amy he found it more pleasurable taking his time and making sure that she was comfortable. He wanted this to feel good to her and he would go as slow as he needed to. She was slightly stiff beneath him, and her nails were lodged in his biceps, but she made these little mewling noises as he worked his cock in and out of her. Then she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, moaning out long and low.

  “That’s it, Amy, let me make you feel so fucking good. I’ll take care of you.” He kissed her face, not stopping until he touched every inch of her. Joker gripped the back of her thigh and lifted it out slightly to deepen his penetration. He made sure his movements were easy and slow, giving her body time to adjust to him, to stretch around his cock. With his mouth pressed to hers, he could hear her whispered pleas that she trusted him, and that she loved him. He whispered, “I’d never hurt you and will always protect you. I love you, baby.” They were so close, so fused together that they breathed the same air.

  The more he moved within her, the more she cried out for. A blush stole up her chest, her nipples hardened even more, and she tugged at her bottom lip with her tiny, straight white teeth. In and out, he thrust into her, going as far as he could until the heavy weight of his balls rubbed along the crease of her ass every time he pushed into her. The whole experience was made hotter by the fact they were covered in sweat now, their skin slapping together every single fucking time he sank into her. He was mesmerized by the beads of sweat that dotted her flesh, and he followed those droplets as they made their way down her body to pool in the dips and hollows of her curvy body. He wanted to savor every inch of her until there was nothing left for him to taste or memorize.

  Not able to help himself, he let his tongue follow a bead of perspiration that started its descent down her chest. He tracked it, dragging his tongue between her breasts before moving back up and sucking the dip and base of her throat. Even her sweat was sweet. All the while he kept pumping his hips into her, bringing them both closer to a mind-altering pleasure.

  “Oh, yes,” she hissed the last word out. He lowered his mouth to hers, letting her taste the flavor of herself on his tongue.

  Her pussy milked his cock, and he grated out, “Christ, baby, I’m going to come. Please tell me you’re close.” Over and over he plunged into her.

  “I’m so close,” she whispered, her eyes wide with surprise and pleasure. She continued to make small noises in the back of her throat. Yeah, she was so fucking close. He could feel her tightening around his cock, drawing out his cum in fast, hard pulls.

  “You clench around me and it feels like a fist, like fucking heaven. I’m going to come so hard, baby. So. Fucking. Hard.” He pushed into her on the last word, and she cried out in climax. Yes. Harder and faster he sunk into her, needing her to come like he needed to breathe. It was there. Right. Fucking. There.

  The roar that left him was loud and harsh, and it was a good thing his dad had left already. He could feel the heavy jets of his cum fill her pussy. He loved knowing it was his semen that coated her insides before sliding out of her and making a wet spot on the bed. Joker knew he would never let her go. He couldn’t.

  When both of their bodies stopped shaking, he collapsed on top of her. “Everything is going to be okay, sweetheart.” He pulled back and ran the pad of his finger between her eyes. “I’m going to make s
ure of that. No one will ever hurt you again.” He kissed her forehead, knowing that he’d never been this gentle with a woman before. Amy brought out this side in him, and the fact she’d given him this moment, this gift, despite the trauma she’d endured, made him feel like the luckiest fucker on the planet.

  “I know you’ll take care of me,” she murmured sleepily, even though they had slept all night. He wanted to hold her, inhale her scent, and keep her protected against him. Joker rolled off her, pulled her close to his chest, and kissed the top of her head. He felt her acceptance in every word and every move. She rested her head against his chest, her hand draped on his stomach.

  Joker felt the tendrils of his love for her encompass him, but he only felt like his with Amy. His Amy.

  Chapter 9

  Amy opened her eyes and found Joker smiling down at her. “Hello, sleepyhead.”

  “Hello,” she said.

  Everything they had done together came rushing back. They hadn’t fucked, it hadn’t been seedy. It had been beautiful. They’d made love, come together as one.

  “How are you doing in there?” he asked, stroking his fingers over her temple. “Are we still okay?”

  “I’m more than okay.” She snuggled closer, running the tips of her fingers over his chest. “I never knew it could be like that.”

  “Of course you wouldn’t know how it could be with someone that loved and treasured you.”

  “Joker?” She gave him a look.

  “No, Amy. You don’t remember him. You were a virgin in every way that was important. I’m not thinking about him and neither are you. That’s an order and I expect you to remember that. I was asking how you were feeling, not about anything else.”

  “You’re so bossy. I don’t know if I like bossy.” She scrunched her nose.

  “There’s a difference with me, baby.”

  “Yeah? What is it?” she asked.