by Jenika Snow
Home.
The feeling of this powerful, massive bike beneath her, rumbling, vibrating the sensitive area between her thighs, had her turned on. But then again, when she was with Vengeance, it didn’t take much to get her aroused.
The combination of the vibrations from the motorcycle, the feeling of Vengeance, and the fact she knew he wouldn’t deny her, made her so anxious to get home.
“Hurry home,” she whispered, knowing he’d understand what she meant.
He made a deep noise, and then he was taking the next turn sharply and heading to their place.
Her blood rushed through her veins, her hair whipped around her face from under the helmet, and loving that she was about to feel even freer, she just went with it. Every time they were on his bike she did this, because the fact she could be herself, nothing holding her back, nothing holding her down, made her feel … invincible.
He turned and looked at her over his shoulder for a second, seeing her now standing, probably pissed she was being reckless, but he didn’t stop. He slowed, let her experience this, let her be herself.
She stayed like that for long minutes, and only when she saw their house in the distance did she sit back down, laughing with exhilaration. Constance wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her cheek on his back.
Once they were home and dismounted, they headed inside. She closed the door and was getting her jacket off when she felt the heat from his stare drilling into the back of her body. She turned around.
He grinned, but it wasn’t filled with amusement. It was filled with arousal. She clenched her thighs together, her need rising. He lifted a brow.
“Come here, baby.”
She was in front of him only seconds later.
This was what she wanted … needed.
A groan left him right before he slammed his hands on the door beside her head and claimed her mouth with his. He took one of his hands and cupped her waist, curling his fingers into her flesh and pulling her forward so she could feel exactly how hard his dick was.
And God, was he hard. It was all for her.
He brushed the pad of his thumb right beside her mouth. She leaned forward even more, trying to get as close to him as she could. She’d crawl in his body if possible, trying to be one with him.
“So good, baby,” he murmured.
The feeling of his mouth on hers had wetness spilling from her pussy and soaking her panties. Yeah, she needed him desperately.
He tunneled his fingers into her hair, tightened his hold on the strands until the pain mixed with her already climbing pleasure. And then Vengeance tilted his head to the side and devoured her even more.
She moaned.
He groaned.
He backed off just an inch, but his mouth was still so close to her. “Tell me what you want.”
She looked into his eyes. “You.”
He shook his head. “Be more specific.”
She inhaled deeply. “Fuck me. Now.” She closed her eyes and breathed out, her heart thundering in her ears.
“You feel how hard I am for you?” he said against her mouth.
She nodded, her throat tight.
“God, baby. I want to fuck you now.” His voice was so harsh with his need for her. And then he had his mouth on hers again and his tongue speared between her lips.
The deep rumbles that left him had her pussy clenching painfully. Vengeance moved his hands to the edge of her shirt and started to slowly lift it up. “That’s it, baby.” He sounded frantic with his need. That’s how she felt, too.
Then her shirt was off.
He was grinding his erection into her, pressing his hips forward and then back, over and over again. He was so big, so thick and long.
When he took a step back, all she could do was brace her hands behind her and breathe in and out. Her nipples her hard, aching even.
“Finish getting undressed, baby.”
She took off her bra, tossed it aside, and went to work on her pants and panties. His gaze went up and down her body, consuming her, making her feel drunk from it all.
“Fuck.” He ran a hand over his mouth and stared at her breasts. “I want to fucking devour you.”
Good, because that’s exactly what she wanted him to do to her.
And once she was in his arms, and they headed to her room, she knew that where she was in life was exactly were she was meant to be.
Perfection for her meant a big burly biker wearing leather and devouring her.
Vengeance left his woman sleeping in their bed and headed to the club. The past few months had been a dream for him, and for her. The Soldiers of Wrath had accepted her, and he loved her more than anything. He had told Demon that he didn’t give a fuck what he had to do, he would do whatever was necessary to keep her.
He headed outside to have a quick smoke, and to just bask in the happiness he’d been granted. All of his life he’d partied, rode with the club, and fucked his way through countless women, never believing in settling down. Constance was it for him. Those few hours when Craig had her, he’d never been so scared in his life. He loved her more than anything else in the world.
“I thought you’d be with your woman,” Weasel said.
“I’m going back there after I get some shit done here. You sound jealous.” Vengeance smirked.
“Nah, it’s good to see you happy, Vengeance. You really do love her, don’t you?”
“I would die for that woman, and I never thought I would say that. One day, I even want us to have a kid, a couple of them, you know.” Vengeance had plans for a family, his own little happily ever after. “You’ll find your woman soon.”
“Nah, no woman is worth settling down.”
Vengeance was no fool. Weasel would fall, and soon. “I called Renee. I didn’t speak to her, but I let her know I wanted to see her.” He slapped his club brother on the back. “I’m going back home to the woman I love.”
Once he left the club and was at home, he climbed back into bed. Constance woke up with a moan. “Where have you been?” she asked.
“Getting some work done at the club.” Vengeance pulled Constance into his arms and smiled. “And trying to convince Weasel there was a woman out there for him.”
She chuckled.
Renee would come, and when she did, Weasel would fall.
Just like Vengeance had done.
WILD RIDE (The Soldiers of Wrath MC, 7)
Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow
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Weasel never said staying away from Renee, the sister of Vengeance, a fellow Patch of the Soldiers of Wrath MC, would be easy. But he did it because that’s the right thing to do. At least he thought it was.
He didn’t care that the club looked down at her because of some bullshit concerning Vengeance and words that had been said. Weasel didn’t care because he wanted her, and had for a long time.
Now that she was back in town and staying for the unforeseeable future, he didn’t know if he was strong enough to stay away. Especially when he just made a deal with her that would have her moving into his place.
T
hat was a temptation he may never be strong enough to curb … one he didn’t know if he would deny himself.
Renee knew coming to see her brother Vengeance unannounced might not have been the best idea. She’d said horrible things to him, offended the MC by those words, and she also would see Weasel.
The man she’d been secretly in love with.
Not letting her heart fall any harder than it has for Weasel is easier said than done.
Especially when the truth comes out.
Renee needs to figure out if she can handle what’s thrown at her, or if running away is the best option.
Chapter 1
Weasel was so not in the mood for this, and as much as he kept telling this club whore to back off, she was drunk and just wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“Come on, baby. Get hard for me.”
He shook his head and waved her off, but still she stayed.
They were partying at the Soldiers clubhouse, many of the MC members either in the back fucking some club pussy, most getting drunk, or the ones who had old ladies were spending time with them.
“Come on,” she whined.
“I told you I’m not in the mood,” he said and took a swig of his beer, not bothering to look at her.
She went to grab his crotch, but he snatched her hand away, held her wrist in a loose but forceful hold, and stared at her. He was getting pissed that she was not getting the clue. The club whore, whom he didn’t even know her name, was rougher around the edges than most.
“I said no, now back the fuck off.” He let go of her hand.
“Fine, you don’t want me. Maybe you can’t get hard at all.”
He ignored her jab.
Weasel went over to the bar, grabbed the bottle of scotch, and started chugging right from it. He didn’t give a fuck how drunk he was getting. Hell, he wanted to get shitfaced.
Although Weasel didn’t have an old lady. He also didn’t fuck random women just for the sake of it. He had grown up to be this hardcore biker, the son of a felon who taught him to man up and shut the fuck up, and who also used him as a punching bag on occasion. It had hardened Weasel, made him the man he was today.
Ryker James Stewart.
That was who he used to be. Now he was just Weasel, and that was how he wanted shit to stay.
The truth was he wasn’t a good man, and it was that reason why he knew he couldn’t and would never have a good woman at his side.
“You okay, man?” Vengeance was the newest biker to get an old lady and find love. But although his brothers had found love, they were still hardcore motherfuckers.
“I’m good.” He lied right through his damn teeth. He wasn’t good. He was lonely, miserable, and being a jackoff. Pretending things were okay with him was what he was good at.
Vengeance stared at him, this hard, unreadable expression on his face. He turned and grabbed a bottle of liquor, drinking straight from the tip.
“Nah, you’re not cool. You look like someone kicked you in the balls then spit in your cereal.” Vengeance grabbed another shot and tossed that one back. They stared at each other, neither speaking. “I bet this is female problems.”
“Fuck off.” Weasel took a drink of alcohol.
Vengeance grunted. “You want to talk about it?” he asked Weasel.
Weasel stared at him. “Do I look like the type of asshole who talks about shit?”
“Nope, but you know I like to bug the shit out of you.”
Weasel ran a hand over his face and knew he needed to shave but didn’t give a fuck at the moment.
“Listen,” Vengeance said and faced Weasel again. “I won’t tell you what you should or shouldn’t do, but I will say this.” He paused for a moment. “If you want something so much that it consumes you, then you go for it.” Vengeance clapped him on the back, grinning. “Even if it seems impossible, or like it doesn’t make sense, you need to fight for what you want.”
Easy enough to say for a man who has everything.
This is a mistake, a big mistake.
Renee exhaled and rested her head back on the shitty seat of the bus she was on. The stench of used, dirty leather filled her nose. The sound of someone coughing in the back filled her ears.
But none of that could clear out the thick thoughts in her head.
Going to The Soldiers of Wrath clubhouse wasn’t what she was worried about. It was about seeing her brother Vengeance a man she loved more than life itself, and a man who had protected her from any threat he saw.
But she was nervous about seeing him because he didn’t know she was coming, and because she’d pushed him away after dating a grade-A douche she thought she loved. It had been a year since she’d seen Vengeance, and because she’d pushed him away for some asshole, she didn’t know if he’d welcome her with open arms.
The one phone call they had not that long ago didn’t really count. His happiness could have been because he’d found the woman he loved and nothing more.
Rubbing her hand over her face, she exhaled, feeling drained.
She looked out the window, but it was dark as hell outside. She could say she didn’t care about him being in an MC, but truth was she knew nothing about it.
She rested her head back on the seat again, focusing ahead of her. The bag she’d packed was sitting beside her in the empty seat.
After another hour of being on this Godforsaken bus, the sign that she was entering town came into view. The bus pulled to the curb, opened the door, and she got out.
The bus pulled away, and she was left there with a big cloud of exhaust covering her and the weight of the world hanging over her.
Chapter 2
Weasel stood outside of the clubhouse and lit up a cigarette, staring up at the night sky. When had his life become so fucking morbid that he found a sense of peace staring up into nothingness? He missed being the guy who could stick his dick into any woman’s pussy, ass, or mouth.
He’d even done that to a couple of women a long time ago, and they had begged him for it. Then afterward they wanted a kiss. Fucking disgusting but that was the world he lived in, and for so long that was what he’d relished.
He’d been part of the Soldiers long enough that he couldn’t imagine being anything else. Not that he wanted to be anything else. Riding on his bike, working with the Soldiers, it was in his blood.
He couldn’t be in a suit working a nine-to-five job. That was never who he wanted to be, and he certainly couldn’t fucking conform to what society wanted.
Yet he was lonely, and he was jealous of the guys who had found love, that one woman who wouldn’t spread their fucking thighs for anyone else. Was that all he wanted? Some woman who hadn’t been fucked by another brother?
Damn, he was becoming a pussy in his old age. It had to be. His birthday was approaching, and he’d be turning forty, and when he looked back, he had fuck all. The club went without saying. He had no kids, no woman, nothing else.
A lot of the guys left the clubhouse, going to their old ladies or their girlfriends. He’d seen a couple of the Prospect’s wouldn’t even bring their women to the club. Were they afraid of losing them to the other brothers? They did often compete; it was in their blood. Some guys just found it funny to get any woman to sit on their dick.
Of course Prospects didn’t usually do a lot, nor did they fight. What Prospects didn’t realize was it actually made members take longer to decide to patch them in. To be part of the Soldiers was to be part of the brotherhood. If you weren’t prepared to fight a brother for your own woman, when would you fight?
Taking a deep draw on his cigarette, he smirked up at the big motherfucking moon. There was a time he’d have never seen a moon, purely because he would be fucking some woman and have her screaming his name.
That seemed like years ago.
Dude, it was that long.
The sound of heels on the pavement had him turning, and he was stunned to see Vengeance’s sister Renee. She stood at the gates, arms folded, looking up at t
he clubhouse. She looked fucking cold. The shirt she wore doing little to hide the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Yeah, it had been a long time since he last saw this woman. Without a doubt he knew that she wasn’t invited here.
Vengeance and Renee had a big blowout. Names were called, threats were made, and she had run out, telling him and the club that they were all scum. Of course she had gone and followed a man and hadn’t even bothered to get back in touch.
“Look at what the cat dragged in,” Weasel said, waiting as Renee walked toward him.
“Hey,” she said, resting her hands on her hips. “How are you?”
“Well, I’m shocked to see such a pristine angel here, you know, slumming it with the scum of the earth.”
Renee paused, and he watched as she rubbed her head. “I, ugh, I came to see Vengeance.”
“Last time I checked, he’s busy.” He took another long drag on his cigarette and then blew it out.
“How are you doing, Weasel?”
“I’m doing good. What are you doing here?”
“I came to see Vengeance. I wanted to apologize.”
“You mean that asshole who fed you lies about the club and turned you against us has left you?” he asked.
Yeah, he was a miserable bastard, and being especially asshole-ish to her. And as much as he knew it wasn’t his place to be talking to her in this way, he had his own shit to deal with.
And that had to do with the fact he had a major hard-on for Renee. He had for a long fucking time.
Renee saw the anger in Weasel’s eyes, and she couldn’t blame him. She had made so many mistakes over the years, and leaving with a man who was a judgmental asshole was top of the list. It was embarrassing. While she had been out working her ass off, he’d been fucking woman after woman. She had walked into their apartment to find him in the middle of an orgy, and worse, he wanted her to join in.
That had been the last straw. She’d gotten a flight home the next day, and instead of coming home, she’d been working in the city, far away from any Soldier’s reach. Out of the blue Vengeance had called her, told her he’d met someone, and then she had been spent so long wondering if she should ignore the call or make amends.
