Wicked Kind of Love

by Nicole Snow

  Her smile reassured me. I shook off my bullshit doubts as she gently undid the straps and cut away the excess. The thing popped off.

  So did my fucking arm. When I heard that deafening click, I thought for sure I was fucked. I waited for a firestorm shooting up my brain, except it never came.

  “It's just the bones settling,” she said. “Try to move it.”

  I reached out. My fingers tingled a little. The muscle was slightly sore, but the rest of it seemed okay.

  Hooking it around her back, I spread my hand, guiding it down to her ass. My good hand crept around and did the same. Fuck, I'd break chains forever just for one more squeeze of what she had hanging on her hips.

  Emma giggled and fought me as I pulled her close, yanking her shirt up with my teeth to plant these lips on her warm, naked belly.

  “Change into something else and come with me. I'm gonna make sure my arm's working again once and for all. Meet me in my room in five minutes. Unless you'd rather have me help you get undressed?”

  She laughed as I stood up, still holding her tight. The girl's bashful streak was there in the bright red splotches filling up her cheeks. I loved that fucking innocence, but I loved the way she melted and let me do things no other man would ever do to her even more.

  “Okay! Okay!” she yelled when I cupped her ass again. “Keep your hands to yourself for a few more minutes. I'm coming.”

  I turned and walked out, heading for my room. It was hard as fuck to keep my smile from spilling off my face.

  By the time she came in, I had all my tools laid out. Emma closed the door behind her and folded her arms, looking at it curiously.

  “Take off that shirt and lay down. Let me know where you want this. You're gonna get it today one way or another.” I looked up, studying her for any sign of fear or doubt. “You nervous?”

  Emma snorted. “After what we just went through together? I think I can handle a little needle, Tank. Besides...”

  She stepped up, sleek and sexy, rubbing against me like a cat looking for affection. “I'm kinda excited to get my first tattoo. I want it right here.”

  Emma turned, exposing her neck. It was a perfect place. Pale, smooth, virgin. She rarely ever had herself buttoned all the way up either, and the whole damned world would see it.

  “You sure you got nurse's outfits high enough to cover that shit?” Long as she wore it around all the brothers and out in public, I was happy. I didn't think she'd do it at the hospital, though.

  “Linda won't give me any crap. And the day she leaves and some new asshole does is the day I start looking for another job. Being an old lady takes priority, Tank.” She reached for one hand and squeezed it. “Everything else is second to you. I wouldn't have it any other way.”

  I smiled. “Lucky me. Now, take off that shirt. Last time I ask before I give it a pull.”

  She obeyed. A minute later, she was flat on my bed. I was damned glad I'd be cleaning that fucker up soon and sleeping somewhere else. It would do for this purpose.

  I started slow, praying my bones and muscles weren't hiding any new imperfections. It was all in the brain first and foremost, bringing the design I wanted to life. She insisted before that I should do whatever the hell I wanted, as long as it looked pretty.

  First, I inked an outline of a black rose, a long thorny stem forming a circle. Flames danced along the borders. Not even fire could contain the insane fucking energy I had for her, and I made sure she knew it as soon as I went to work the inscription.

  She twitched beneath me. I paused, taking a breath. “You okay, babe?”

  “Yeah. Except okay's too weak a word for this.” She sniffed, happy and overwhelmed.

  I smiled to myself. This was gonna be the best damned ink I ever did.

  It took another half-hour to get everything just right. She laid there like a good girl, a living, breathing, beautiful canvass for the needle and my own damned passion.

  She didn't move much when I drew the needle gun away and turned it off. “Ready to have a look?”

  I gently helped her up, reaching for the mirror on my nightstand. It hit me the same time she gasped.

  “Oh my God. It's so damned...real, isn't it?” Emma smiled.

  PROPERTY OF TANK, PRAIRIE DEVILS MONTANA MC was inscribed in the fire and thorns. It nearly matched my own designs, a good start with plenty of room to expand later on as she desired.

  “There'll always be shit outside us threatening to burn our asses down or draw blood. I chose the thorns and flames as a reminder. But what's important is right inside that loop, babe. There's nothing stronger than that brand, nothing that's ever gonna reach in and fuck apart how hard we've fought to get here.” I reached for her hand, pulling her up off the bed, swinging her tight to my chest.

  “Tank...” Christ, she was so fucking beautiful, whispering my name and narrowing those come-fuck-me eyes.

  “I don't need to tell you the brand on your skin and the one on the cut I'm giving you soon is just a reminder when I'm not around. When I am, I'm gonna show you how deep this goes, deep as my blood and heavy as my goddamned soul. The brand you really need to feel is in these lips.”

  She leaned on me, standing high on her toes, begging for a kiss. Damned good thing too because I was all out of flowery words. My cock was hungry, and he'd reached the very limits of how long I could keep him restrained.

  Emma and I shared a long, hot, sultry kiss before I pushed her away and took her hand. “Come on. Let's get the fuck outta here. Need to show you the rest of what these fingers can do.”

  She came along, the spring in her pulse telling me she was as horny as me. Just the way I wanted my girl. My old lady.

  I got her on my bike and helped fix her hands snug around my waist. I was still grinning like a fucking idiot as we took off through the gate, nestled close to ward off the icy mountain air.

  She was half-way to heaven, but I was gonna send her the rest of the way there. I had one more surprise waiting for her a few blocks down the street.

  XII: Eternal Flame (Emma)

  With Tank, there had been so many firsts. I couldn't believe I'd met him as a clueless, broken, too-good-for-my-own-good girl.

  Look at me now, I thought, fingering his belt as we rolled through Missoula.

  I was on this Harley, and I was loving it. My hands were wrapped tight around my tattooed hunk, a badass who'd killed for me, taking life and death and love in his hands. My neck itched, a pleasant reminder of my first tattoo.

  Jesus, what would the next few years bring?

  I didn't have a clue. But whatever it was, I was ready, damned ready to be the best old lady this man could have.

  Lost in all my dreams and the rock hard temptation beneath my hands, it took me a minute to realize we were lost. My heart pattered. I wondered if he'd taken a wrong turn? This was the other end of town, far from my neighborhood.

  “Tank? Where are we going?”

  “One more minute and you'll find out, babe. Be patient.”

  I pursed my lips, wanting to pout. It was bad enough just touching him like this without laying into him. Well, two could tease.

  I brushed my hand lower as we slowed and rounded the next block. My hand brushed the edge of his huge cock again and again. Tank's breath hitched. His hard abs jumped beneath my curled hand.

  I laughed.

  “Bad girl. Bad fucking girl. You're damned lucky you've got a lotta good to make up for the naughty.” He grunted as I reached lower and squeezed. “Fuck! Less than a minute, babe. Keep your fucking hands to yourself before I run this bastard off the road. And it'd be a real tragedy to get fucked up going less than twenty miles an hour.”

  He wasn't kidding. We slowed way down as the bike roared into a neighborhood. It was a lot cleaner and neater than my ratty old rental's place.

  My confusion only deepened when he pulled up a steep driveway attached to a gorgeous house on a wooded lot. It was much nicer than my rental – hell, nicer than Mom's place. Even had
the proverbial white picket fence around it, the only thing separating the thick forest, a strange living contrast of wild and order with the woods.

  “Thought I'd show you my new place,” he said, stepping off the Harley and offering me his hand.

  “Really?” I undid my helmet and jumped off. “Where'd you find the time?”

  “The MC's always got connections. Realtors too.” He punched a button on a remote in his hand and the garage door opened.

  The old truck he barely used when he wasn't on his bike was parked inside, and he already had the beginnings of a nice tool setup inside. Tank squeezed my hand tighter, leading me to the door inside.

  “Come on. What I really need you to see is on the kitchen table.”

  The house was pretty amazing. My eyes danced around the high vaulted ceilings and the new wooden floors. The kitchen was a dream. Just staring at the counters and all the new appliances made me want to learn how to cook for him here.

  “What's this?” He let me go as I approached the table, reaching for the neat scrap of paper.

  It was a title. His name was there, just like I expected. But when I looked below it and saw EMMA GALENA, I nearly fell over.

  I swooned. Laughing, he reached out and caught me, gently plucking the paper out of my hands and laying it on the table safely.

  “Place is light on furniture,” he said. “Figured you'd wanna pick that out yourself. I got all the basics for us. We can start cleaning your place out later this month, soon as you give notice and –“

  I couldn't talk. I couldn't even listen. All I could do was throw myself forward, clawing at his neck, smashing my lips to his.

  It took Tank a few hot seconds to process the reaction. When he did, he kissed me back, squeezing me tight and pressing me to the wall.

  Our tongues did all the talking for the next five minutes.

  God, he was divine. His manly scent rolled off his cut, one more temptation for the fire, one more familiar, sweet thing to cling to in the freshly painted house.

  “Upstairs,” I moaned, as soon as I could move my lips off his. “Let's christen this place right...”

  Tank grinned. “If right means fucking your brains out, then yeah, sounds like my kinda plan.”

  I flushed, hot and overwhelmed. The happy surprise and lust crashing through my system was dizzying, stronger than any shot I'd ever knocked in my belly.

  Tank wasn't gonna wait for me to steady. The world spun as he threw me over his shoulder and ran toward the long staircase. I laughed and beat playfully on his back, admiring the ridges of his ass moving below, the same strong hips that would soon be pistoning his cock deep inside me.

  No more teasing. No more wait.

  As soon as he let me go, I started to rip off my scrubs, followed by my bra and panties. Tank mirrored me. When I looked up again, he was naked. Jesus, I'd never get tired of seeing those wicked tattoos covering his granite body.

  He stepped forward with fire in his eyes, one hand on his cock. “Lay back and spread those pretty legs, babe. My tongue's been missing that pussy nearly as much as this dick.”

  I took a few steps back. Tank grabbed my wrists and nudged me down faster. I crashed backward on the mattress as he kneeled on the floor, burying his face between my legs.

  The laps came in broad, wet, swirling waves. My muscles tightened in tune to every jerk of his tongue, wet and mad and wild. Every lick spread me open, parted me deep. His tongue shoved its way up through my velvet, tasting my cream before it darted up and focused on my clit.

  He replaced his tongue with his fingers, eager and stroking deep inside me. His lightning focused on my nub, forcing horny fire deeper up my womb while he fingered me rough. The wet contrast of his mouth and his calloused hands was too much.

  My brain didn't know what to do.

  No, that was a lie. It dropped deep into the lava pool surging up inside me, sinking like a stone.

  “Tank! John! God. Damn. It!” My breath hitched along with everything else.

  His tongue laps spiked higher, faster, shallower. I came, trying to growl out his name a second time, but the orgasm stole everything. My breath, my voice, my everything belonged to him just then.

  He controlled my pleasure the same way he reached in and filled my whole fucking life. And I surrendered with a purr and a moan.

  When a woman finds a man worth giving herself to, she gives herself completely. Then and there, I gave it all to Tank, my old man, my badass, shuddering through my spasms far longer than I thought possible.

  He gave me one minute – exactly sixty seconds – to collect my breath before he moved up. He came up my belly kissing, covering me with his huge body, pressing down on top of me.

  “I'd say this fuck is special because it's the first one in our new house. But babe, I'd be lying through my teeth.” He paused, swishing his tongue against mine for a deep taste before he continued. “Every single fuck with you is special, Em. I don't care if I bust my nuts inside you ten thousand times – and I will. I'm never gonna take it for granted, never gonna get sick of it, never gonna stop dying happy when I feel your pussy wrapped around my dick. I'm never gonna stop loving claiming what's mine, showing you what real love and lust can do in every inch of this hungry fucking cock.”

  His sweetness punched me along with his vulgar spice. Before I could answer, he decided to ratchet up the heat. Fondling my breasts, he gave them one more good squeeze, then flipped me over. His hand slid up my neck, careful to avoid the new tattoo settling in my flesh, grabbing a fistful of blonde hair.

  “Ease your sweet cunt back on this dick, baby girl. I'll race you to the fucking finish line.”

  My body took over. Thinking was done. I couldn't do anything but feel as I followed his guiding hand, settling on his cock with a loud moan.

  Tank gripped my hair and started to fuck. He mounted me deep, thrusting between my legs. His free hand alternated from my nipples to my thigh, always squeezing and pinching and plucking, fanning the fire lit by his insane cock.

  The little metal bead in his swollen head rubbed me just right. All the blood flow drained below my waist and then shot up my skull again in one savage burst. His pierced cock needled me just perfect, a stark raving friction I'd never stop coming to.

  God, he needed to come with me. I needed his fucking come.

  I clenched my pussy as hard as I could, just as the convulsions began. Somehow, I kept my hips swaying, crashing back into him again and again, matching his thrusts.

  Hot surprise gurgled out his throat. “Oh, fuck, babe. Emma. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”

  Curses exploded into growls. He pinned me down on the mattress, holding his dick inside me as it swelled. Hot seed shot into my belly, spasming and filling my deepest spaces, jerking and twitching again and again.

  We were one. Finally, irrevocably, forever one.

  His heartbeat matched mine, and so did the guttural pleasure in his throat. I didn't stop coming until he softened. He stayed inside me a good long while, running his hands over my flesh, kissing me more tenderly now that the fever had passed.

  “Dammit, babe. Don't know whether to lick you some more or haul you up on my lap and spank that ass raw.” He grunted, seriously rolling the options in his head.

  I smiled, rolled, and looked at him, running one sleek leg up his flank. “Why not both?”

  His smile started thin as always, but then he lost it. Tank broke into a full blown grin and laughed, just the biggest, meanest, hottest badass you could imagine chuckling like a happy, mischievous boy.

  “I didn't fucking doubt it before, but now never will: you really are my old lady, Emma. Now 'til the day I'm dust.”

  Pressing my thighs together, I arched my back and purred happily, loving what he'd left inside me. Soon, there'd be more. And one day, it would get me pregnant, fusing us together in the deepest way a man and a woman can join.

  I couldn't wait.

  They say big things come in small packages. But with Tank, it was all
enormous, everything from head to toe to heart. And I had a whole crazy life ahead just trying to hold all his huge surprises.

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  I: Three Nights (Saffron)

  They say it only takes one night to change a woman's life. For me, it was three, each more savage than the last.

  Deep in the darkness, forced to wrestle with dreams and desires and nightmares, a girl finds out what's really important really damned fast. And when it's all over, there's no more doubt.

  Scars don't lie, and neither do hearts.

  Three sunrises later, I knew I'd never know uncertainty again.

  Three nights. Three vicious, unforgettable, pitch black collisions with life and death, love and hate. Three nights to mold me into what I was always meant to be.