Dark Limits: Alpha Brotherhood MC

by Evelyn Glass

  Scott snickered as he returned to his task. “I would never have picked them as a couple.”

  “She loves him.”

  “I think he loves her, too. His face just lights up when she’s around. Did you notice?”

  “Yeah,” Jess murmured.

  “Rinse.”

  Jess stepped back under the water, thinking about everything that had happened to her as Scott’s hands glided over her body with soft touches. His coming for her, his willingness to risk his life for her, and, most especially, his admission of love had brought her feelings to the front. She now realized that she had been falling for him ever since they had settled into their new life, but her feelings for him before paled in comparison to the way she felt now. If it was all going to end tonight, if he was going to be ripped from her life forever, then she wanted to share her last moments with him in the most intimate way possible. Angela had it right, and she wanted him make love to her while there was still time. She stepped out from under the shower and wiped her eyes. Scott was soaked, his shirt clinging to him like a second skin as she felt a warmth spreading over her, a warmth that warmed her at a much deeper level than the water ever could.

  “There’s another word that starts with ‘F’ that is much more fun to do in the tub than fight,” she said softly.

  “What?” he asked, his tone indicating his confusion.

  “Fuck.”

  Scott shook his head at her intentional misunderstanding. “No, I meant what are you talking about?”

  “That is what I’m talking about. I want you to make love to me. This may be our last chance.”

  “Jess, it’s going to be all right. We’re going to get out of this. I promise.”

  “I know, but I still want you. I need you. I need you to make me forget about what is about to happen, even if for only a little while.”

  His eyes roamed her body, cataloging all of her hurts. “Jess…are you sure you are up for it? I mean…”

  She pulled him close to her and began to unbutton his shirt. “I’m sure.”

  Chapter Forty

  Scott allowed Jess to push his shirt from his shoulders as they kissed softly before he stepped back and removed the rest of his clothes. He stepped over the side of the tub and into her arms as she pulled him close, bending down to take her lips gently, mindful of hurting her. As they kissed they heard a thump from the sauna on the other side of the wall, then Angela cry out in orgasmic bliss, extolling Ed, begging for him to fuck her harder and faster.

  Jess pulled back from the kiss. Even though Scott was being very gentle with her, the kiss was still uncomfortable, and she was as ready for him as he was for her. She stepped back from him then turned, placing her hands against the wall, the water splashing on her back as she presented her ass to him. He entered her slowly, pushing in deep and holding himself there. After hearing her confession of love for him, they were done fucking. From this day forward, no matter how hard they may go at it, they were making love, but for today, he would take it slow and easy to not add to her discomfort or cause her additional pain.

  As he began to move, pushing in as deep as possible before pulling back and repeating the motion, Jess could feel her aches and pains being replaced by an ache of another kind as her passions began to roar. She pushed back into him, gasping softly at the most pleasant friction possible. Having him tell her he loved her changed their love-making at some indefinable, but very deep, level. Now there was more than just pleasure of the flesh, and she felt light and free as never before.

  He slid his hands slowly up her sides as he moved to begin caressing her breasts, dragging his fingertips slowly around the prickled flesh of her nipples as he kissed her back and shoulder. She had a nasty bruise forming on her shoulder and he kissed it, feather light, wishing he could take away her discomfort. He felt her shudder and move slightly, as if twisting away from his touch.

  “Am I hurting?” he asked, stilling his hands and hips.

  “God, no…don’t stop,” she breathed, pushing back into him.

  As he began to move again, she pulled one hand from the wall and pressed his hand harder to her breast, holding it there as she began to rock her hips in time with his motion. She could feel an orgasm trying to form, but she needed more speed and power to bring it to her. She pushed herself up from the wall, her hand still holding his to her breast, twisting her head around as she reached behind her and pulled his lips to hers. She kissed him lustily, her lip flaring with pain, but rather than pull back from the kiss, she embraced it, the pain reminding her she was alive.

  Jess began to rock her hips harder as they kissed. She had kissed him harder in the past, but the kiss had to be hurting her lip, but he gave her the kiss she wanted, letting her control their love-making. He began to thrust harder, faster, fondling her breast more firmly under her hand.

  “Harder,” she gasped as she broke away, wanting him to drive her into her orgasm.

  She had beaten Karen, a brawler bitch if there ever was one, and she had killed Luke before he could kill her. As Scott began to thrust into her harder still, her orgasm rising within her and making her glow with erotic energy, she felt strong and powerful. She was no longer some weak waif that would let people control her. She was Jessica fucking Mitchell, and nobody was going to push her around anymore!

  “Oh god!” she groaned, sagging slightly as her orgasm took her, her legs feeling weak as she was ravaged by her climax. If it weren’t for Scott gripping her tight, holding her snuggly against him, she wasn’t sure she would have been able to keep her footing.

  “You okay?” he asked, the concern in his voice touching.

  It took her a moment to find her voice. “Yes…oh God, yes.” She pulled away from him, taking a sharp breath as she pulled him from within her, then turned to face him. She kissed him as hard as she could stand, pulling him down into the tub. He sat down in the bottom, resting against the back with his feet against the front and his knees slightly bent. She moved over him, steering him back inside as she lowered herself onto him, their positions so like the last time they made love.

  Jess placed her hands on his chest as she settled on him, her eyes bright despite the puffiness of her face and lip. He wanted to take her by the back of the head and pull her lips to his so he could kiss her hard and deep, but he let her control what they did. She began to move, slowly at first but picking up speed, thrusting herself upon him, her eyes locked on his.

  Her knees where hurting already, tender from the last time she had been in this tub, so she slowed her thrusts and adjusted her position. The pressure off her knees, she began to move again, thrusting hard, rocking her hips in the way she knew he liked and felt so fucking good. She kept her eyes locked on his, the pleasure building again. After a moment she went back to her knees, needing more, moving up and down, ignoring the pain as he moved within her.

  He was going to come, that much was certain, as Jess began bouncing on him like he was a trampoline, the pleasure beginning to overwhelm his control. He gritted his teeth in a silent snarl as he resolved to hang on as he pushed against his approaching release.

  Jess watched Scott, his teeth bared, his nostril flaring and his eyes intense as he took her by the hips and began to thrust against her. She was building up to another orgasm and it was going to be a big one.

  “Oh…fuck!” Angela shouted from the room next door, her voice clear and loud even over the sound of the shower. “Oh…goddamn…shit…fuck the shit out of me!” she wailed.

  Hearing Angela coming so hard next her, Scott pushing his hips up as his back arched, pushed Jess over the edge into a raging orgasm. With a shuddering grunt she fell forward, clinging to Scott as she quivered in rapture, unable to silence her moan of pleasure.

  Scott groaned, teetering on the edge orgasm, every muscle tense, until he relaxed with a long exhale as his impending release faded away. He had been so close to coming when Jess stopped thrusting, the sounds of Ed and Angela fucking their brains out next doo
r almost pushing him over the edge. He held her as she lay against him, panting.

  “I love you,” she whispered, not moving, enjoying the profound sense of closeness she felt with Scott.

  “I love you, too,” he whispered back, holding her snuggly as she lay against him, one hand holding her head to his shoulder.

  As she came down from her orgasm she sat up, looking into his eyes, and smiled. He returned her smile, but there was an intensity still in his eyes, and her smiled broadened slightly. “Want to go again?”

  “Only if you do,” he said, willing to take one for the team this time.

  “Shit…” she snarled as she struggled to her feet, her knees reminding her of their recent abuse. After a moment the pain faded and she stepped in close to Scott. No more on the floor! She backed up against the wall and offered herself to him. “I do.”

  He bent down and slowly inserted himself into her again. He thought having a few moments of respite would have taken the edge off, but as his cock slid into her, he could feel his orgasm begin to spool up again. He began to move, slowly at first, but then faster and harder. He leaned into her, desperate to kiss her but not wanting to hurt her. He reached under her ass and lifted her, sliding her up the slick wet wall, leaning in harder against her as his lips found the spot on her neck that she liked so well.

  She held tight as Scott drove into her in long, hard thrusts. She wrapped her legs around his ass, her arms around his shoulders and neck, as they made love in a clench, the sound of their wet bodies slapping together, the sight of water pouring off his head, the feel of his muscled body pinning her to the wall as his cock plumbed her depths, was ramping her up again. They had made love in the shower before, but it had never been like this. She began to mewl, another orgasm forming already. Being pinned to the wall by Scott, she once again thought of her battle with Karen in this very tub and how that pain was being replaced with this pleasure. She had fucking totally kicked that bitch’s ass and the feeling of power returned.

  Scott began to burn in erotic torture as he started to tip into his climax. Unable to control himself he began to thrust harder, growling as he drove himself to the peak of pleasure, the orgasm once denied twisting him up with its power. With a hard barking grunt, he spilled into her as he continued to thrust hard and deep, his entire body shaking with the power of his release. And still he couldn’t stop, thrusting deep as he burned in orgasmic fire, before pulling back and thrusting in hard once more, holding himself deep, each thrust accompanied by a soft cry from pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Suddenly she tightened her grip, holding him to her, clinging to him as if she would never let him go. Finally he stopped and held her tight as he panted, never wanting to be without her touch.

  As Scott began to come, she tightened her grip, straining for her own release, electrified by how he made her feel. He began to cry out softly, his sounds of pleasure pushing her ever closer to own release, until her orgasm washed over her again. She held him as he shook, warmed by her own climax while thrilling in the pleasure she gave him.

  They washed out of their orgasms at nearly the same time, sagging into each other. They stood, the water pouring over them until Scott found the strength to move. He slowly released his hold on Jess as she lowered her legs, then stepped in close again, her lips finding his. They kissed gently, the connection growing stronger with each touch of their lips, their words of love given form.

  “I love you, Jessica Mitchell,” he whispered softly, caressing her cheek with a finger, almost tingling as the word fell so easily from his lips.

  “I love you, Scott Murphy,” she replied in kind, her hand coming to his face, the words wrapping her like a warm blanket and making her feel snug and secure. Nothing could touch her so long as Scott loved her. “We should go.”

  “Yeah,” he agreed, though he would be content to stand her and hold her forever.

  Jess turned off the water and Scott carefully patted her dry. He then dried himself and dressed, wringing his shirt out before putting it on.

  They emerged from the bathroom, acting like nothing had happened, and the rest of the Angels had the decency to pretend they didn’t know what had gone one…except one.

  “How was your shower? Feeling better?” Angela asked, her face and voice the picture of innocence.

  Jess flushed in embarrassment despite herself. “It was fine.”

  “Scott helped?” Angela pressed with a mischievous grin.

  Jess looked away, knowing they had been caught out, but she refused to give in to Angela’s teasing. “Yes. My shoulder was hurting so he washed my hair. That’s why he’s wet.”

  “I see,” Angela said, grinning at Scott as she sauntered over to them lazily. “That’s all?”

  “That’s it,” Jess said firmly, daring Angela to contradict her.

  Angela nodded once, holding Jess’s eyes with her own as she grinned. “If you say so, but Val needs to have his plumbing checked. I thought the wall was going to fall in on Ed and me just as we were finishing up.”

  Jess tried to hold Angela’s gaze, but she couldn’t keep a straight face and began to giggle. “Yeah. Maybe so,” she said softly. “I’m surprised you could hear over the noise you were making.”

  Angela grinned at her crookedly. “Well, like I said, we were done. I wanted to feel his touch one more time, just in case.”

  Jess nodded. “Yeah…me, too,” she whispered then looked to Scott standing beside her, his arm loosely around her waist. Now that the fog of passion had been satiated, she was starting to worry about him again. He was a bit taller than average, perhaps six-foot two, and he was fit and muscular, but Val was a bear of a man. He may not be in as good a shape as Scott, but he was taller and more heavily built. She knew Scott could take care of himself; he had proven that already, but she still worried that he was overmatched.

  Scott let her go. “Don’t worry. Either of you. It’s going to be okay.”

  Angela nodded, but didn’t look convinced. “Just be careful. Jess needs you.”

  Scott nodded. “I know,” he said as he smiled at Jess. “And I intend to be there.”

  Jess nodded as his smile touched her heart. “See that you are.”

  He reached down and tipped her chin up, his lips just brushing hers. “Don’t worry. I will be.”

  Chapter Forty-One

  He had talked a big game, trying to alleviate Jess’s fears, but if Scott were to tell the truth, he was worried. He could take care of himself, but Val was huge. As his group was marched out of the house and into the field, he was still trying to figure out how to take Val down. He had a plan, but he couldn’t figure out where to get a tank on such short notice.

  “He likes to go to his left,” Ed said softly, stepping up beside Scott. “He also likes to stand off and punch.”

  Scott nodded at Ed’s advice. It made sense that Val would want to use his greater reach to his advantage. But getting inside was dangerous, as well. Val may have been going soft with age, but he was still a big man and undoubtedly strong as hell.

  “What do you suggest?”

  “Ground and pound.”

  Scott gave Ed a dramatic eye roll. “Swell. Any suggestions on how I do that?”

  Ed shook his head. “No.”

  “Fuck,” Scott muttered.

  “And watch him. He fights dirty.”

  “Yeah? Well so can I.”

  “Then do it. You have a lot to live for.”

  Scott nodded as they were hustled through the people standing among the bikes that were arranged facing inwards in a large circle perhaps thirty feet in diameter. As he stepped through into the center, he looked around. There was a full moon and could make out perhaps a hundred men and women that made up the crowd, with a gap separating them into two groups. As he watched, Jess, and the rest of his party, joined the group on the far side. He nodded to himself. Now he knew where he friends were.

  Jason stepped out of the group on the other side. “You really fucked up, Scot
t. I brought you with me to Detroit and offered you a chance of a lifetime. You fucked it up and now you’re going to die.”

  “I’ll deal with you later, you little prick.”

  “You should be more worried about tonight. I’m going to pat you down, just in case,” Jason said as he efficiently checked him for weapons. “He’s clean,” Jason said as he stepped back into the crowd.

  Val stepped into the circle. “Now you’re going to pay for what you did.”

  Ed stepped out of the crowd. “I think someone should pat you down, Val. After all, this is supposed to be fair fight.”

  Val stared at Ed a moment. “Jason!”