The Unacceptables Series Box Set

by Kristen Hope Mazzola

  “As you wish, darlin’.” Trent’s fingers weaved into my hair, pulling my lips down to his. Right before they connected, he whispered, “You have no idea how happy you’ve made me.”

  He pressed my back against the wall. I let my head roll to the side, exposing my neck for him to sink his teeth down into. His hot breath sent chills down my arms.

  He grabbed his pocketknife and with one hand pressing my shoulder against the wall, he leaned back, repositioning me so he could get to the bottom of my tiny jean shorts.

  “Don’t move,” he instructed.

  Before I could protest, his finger looped through the bottom of my shorts and he cut the worn fabric. My pussy was drenched on the spot. He undid his jeans and let them fall to the floor, revealing his erection, exposed by his lack of boxers.

  Without warning, he thrust right into me, making me cry out from the gloriously painful pleasure that coursed through my entire body. I gripped the sides of his cut as he fucked me against the wall, harder and faster than he ever had before.

  “Holy shit, babe. You’re dripping.” He bit down hard on my shoulder as a deep moan emanated from the back of his throat.

  “Fuck, Tre!” I yelled.

  He threw his hand over my mouth. “There could be customers just outside this door.”

  “It’s too good. I have to—” I cried out again, barely able to think straight through the euphoria.

  “Babe, I can’t hold this in.” He continued to push as far into me as he could while his body shuddered around me.

  My climax came on strong, sending me into a state of delirium. I panted against his chest, barely able to move.

  “That was incredible.” He set me down on the bed.

  I fell back with a sigh, wrapping my arms around my body. “I have never had that good of an orgasm in my entire fucking life.”

  “Get used to them babe. They’ll only get better.” He shot me a quick wink before rummaging through my bag of clothes. He tossed me a pair of jeans. “Sorry for ruining your shorts.”

  “I’m not complaining. That was well worth it,” I mumbled, still lying motionless on the bed.

  “I’m gonna go finish this bike up, and then we have to head to Crickett’s for dinner.”

  “Right on time.” Crickett smiled as Trent and I walked through the door.

  Ryder and Raine were already sitting at the table.

  “Need a hand?” Trent asked Crickett, but she just shooed him away.

  “Grab a cold on and take a load off. After you clean up that grime a bit.” She threw a dish towel at him and he made his way into the powder room to wash up.

  “Sloan? What can I get to for you to drink?” Ryder started to head for the fridge.

  I shrugged. “Whatever you’re having.”

  He grabbed three beers and opened them for us and refilled Raine’s glass of lemonade.

  “Thanks, babe.” Raine smiled up at her husband.

  “I’m staying,” I blurted out as I slid into the chair next to Raine’s at Crickett’s kitchen table. I couldn’t contain my excitement.

  She shrilled, “Yes! Oh my fucking God, best news ever!” Raine started to bounce in her seat.

  I put my hand on her shoulder. “I don’t want your child to be born with shaken baby syndrome,” I teased.

  “What has you two so smiley?” Crickett asked while setting a giant bowl of mashed potatoes on the table in front of us.

  “Sloan decided to stick around. She’s not going to leave. How fucking amazing is that?” Raine’s excitement permeated the air.

  “It’s nice to see our little family growing.” Crickett put her hand on my shoulder, smiling down at me.

  Trent and Ryder joined us, taking seats around the table. Collin followed suit a few minutes later, covered head to two in dust and dirt.

  “How’d it go at the bar?” Ryder asked as Collin washed his hands in the sink.

  “We should be up and running within the next day or so,” Collin answered.

  “That is amazing news, son.” Crickett finally sat down next to her son. “Now eat! Don’t let this food get cold.”

  Chapter 11

  Trent

  A Few Weeks Later

  Babe.” I took a fist full of Sloan’s long dark hair, pulling her to me in the middle of the empty shop.

  Her round eyes locked with mine. “Yes?”

  “On your knees,” I commanded.

  She did as I asked right away. I yanked off her tight tank top and bra together.

  “I’ve been thinking about this all damn day.”

  I pulled down my zipper, released my hard dick, and slapped the head right against her lips. “Open.”

  Holding the back of her head with both of my hands, I forced my cock as far into her mouth as I could. I held it there until she gagged.

  “Too much?” I asked, pulling out slowly.

  “Never.” She wrapped her luscious lips around the head, letting her tongue roll gently over it.

  I leaned against the bike behind me, pushing her head farther down again. My dick twitched every time I heard her choke on me. I loved the feeling of the back of her throat.

  “Look at me, darlin’.” I snarled.

  Her eyes snapped to mine. She gurgled and spit as I fucked her throat harder and harder with every thrust.

  Tears started to well up in the corners of her eyes, making her mascara and eyeliner run down her face. Fuck. Yes. That was it—my trigger. I pulled out of her mouth and shot hot come all over her milky tits.

  She stayed on her knees, smiling from ear to ear.

  “Holy hell, Trent. That was hot as fuck.” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she climbed to her feet.

  I pulled my shirt off, cleaning her up the best I could. “I was thinking the exact same thing.”

  Her face twisted into a yawn.

  “Let’s get you to bed, sweetheart.” I grabbed her clothes from the floor, gripping them in one hand. I scooped her up into my arms and carried her off to the bedroom we had been sharing for the past month.

  She slid her jeans off, revealing the most adorable pink and white thong. I cracked my neck as my thoughts started to get the better of me.

  “Again?” I raised my eyebrow at her, smacking her on the ass while she crawled into bed.

  She narrowed her gaze at me. “If it’s my turn.”

  I threw my clothes off into the open closet. I jumped onto the bed, playfully pulling her into my arms and rolling her tiny frame onto my waist. “Of course, sweetheart. I’m not a selfish pig.”

  Her nails raked over the tattoo on my chest. I reached up, pecking her quickly. I flipped her over onto her back and rolled in between her legs. I pulled her thong off, flinging it across the darkened room. Kissing from her knee to her upper thigh, I teased her. Goosebumps formed under my fingertips on her stomach as her anticipation built.

  I rolled my thumb over her sensitive skin, already soaked with desire.

  “I love how excited you get, baby.” I cooed before starting to lick her clit.

  Her moans cheered me on while I licked and sucked on her. Slowly I started to explore her with my fingers, finding her spot. Sloan’s back arched pushing herself harder onto my tongue. Her hip gently bucked as she road my face and hand.

  The feeling of her subtly shaking from my touch was intoxicating. I could spend all day between her thighs and be a happy camper.

  Her climax came on quickly. Her nails dug into my shoulders. Her knee quaked. Her eyes slammed shut. She screamed my name.

  I kissed all the way back up her body. Pulling her tightly against my chest, I whispered in her ear, “I love you, Sloan.”

  She shifted to look at me. She blinked a few times. “Say it again,” she requested.

  “I love you.” I kissed her forehead.

  “And I love you, too.” She nuzzled into the crook of my neck. “I feel crazy for it. This happened all so fast, but it feels right.”

  “Because it is right, d
arlin’. You and I are cut from the same cloth. We’re meant for each other.”

  We fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. It was simply perfect. I had no idea how I’d gotten lucky enough to have Sloan dropped into my life, but there she was like a fallen angel. Her wings were a little battle worn, but our wounds were healing together.

  Chapter 12

  Trent

  I was woken up by a loud crash. I leapt out of bed, grabbed my gun from under my pillow, and turned off the safety.

  Sloan sat up, about to speak, but I threw my hand over her mouth and shook my head. Her eyes were wide, but she nodded, letting me know she understood that she needed to stay quiet.

  I mouthed, “Stay here,” before walking out of the room. I started to inspect the garage, trying to find the source of the noise.

  “Fuck,” I exclaimed as I stepped on broken glass and my heart started racing. Someone had broken in.

  Panic set in when I heard a bloodcurdling scream come from the bedroom. I bolted back to Sloan as quickly as I could. To my horror, a man was standing in the middle of the room with a knife to Sloan’s throat.

  “If I can’t have her, no one can!” he screamed.

  “Ray, please…please don’t.” Terror lined her face as she gripped his forearms.

  I had my gun trained on his head, but he was using Sloan as a shield like a damn coward.

  “Put the gun down!” he yelled.

  Red came barging in, wearing just boxers and cowboy boots and holding an ax.

  As I turned to tell Red to back up, I saw my worst nightmare out of the corner of my eye. Ray slit Sloan’s throat, threw her to the ground, and leapt out the window. It all happened so fast.

  I scooped her up, holding her throat closed as she gasped for air.

  “Red! Call 911! Fucking hurry!” I was screaming. My chest was heaving. My mind was blank. I didn’t know what to do, how to help her. I rocked Sloan in my arms. Blood seeped everywhere as her eyes pleaded with me.

  “You’re going to be fine, baby. I promise everything is going to be fine.” I kissed her forehead. “Red!”

  Holy fuck!

  What do I do?

  I can’t lose her!

  He rushed back into the room with two paramedics right behind him. They pulled her out of my grasp as I wailed and shook on the floor. Her blood covered my body.

  “Get fucking dressed.” Red’s hands gripped my shoulders as he shook me out of my shock. “Get a grip, brother. We need to follow them to the hospital.”

  I’d never ridden so fast in my life. I threw my bike down in the middle of the ambulance bay and ran next to the gurney as the doctors and nurses started to work their magic.

  “Sir, you’re going to have to give us some space here.” One of the nurses had her hand on my arm, trying to pull me back.

  I couldn’t bring myself to let go of Sloan’s hand. “Please, don’t let her die. He can’t win.”

  “The doctors are going to do everything that they can. You’re going to have to wait and let us do our job.”

  They rushed her into surgery and I was forced to wait. The entire group flooded into the waiting room. No one spoke. We all just sat there in silence.

  Raine waddled in with a blanket in her hand. She draped it over my shoulders giving me a kind smile before she went to sit with Ryder on the other side of the room.

  After what felt like a lifetime, Sloan was out of surgery and had been moved to recovery. The doctors were able to patch her up, but she was still barely clinging to life. I sat in the uncomfortable chair in her room with my brothers, Raine, and Crickett sitting and lying on the floor.

  Raine was curled up in Ryder’s side. He and I were the only two people awake.

  “How you holding up?” Ryder asked in a low voice.

  He knew, of all people, how much it hurt to worry if the woman you love was going to live through the night.

  “She can’t die, man.” I let my head fall into my hands.

  “She’s a fighter.”

  “I’m going to kill that son of a bitch.” My rage was boiling up from the pit of my stomach.

  Ryder tossed me his phone. “Read the text from Crowley.”

  Crowley: Picked up Ray Clyde trying to break into a car at a rest stop a few miles down the road, covered in blood.

  I sighed with relief. “Well at least there’s that. We don’t have to worry about him anymore.”

  “We have guys on the inside that will make his life a living hell—I’ll see to that. He won’t even live to see his trial.”

  I shook my head. “No. Let him rot in there getting his ass ripped open on a daily basis. Even that will not be enough of a punishment for the nightmare he put Sloan through.”

  After a few days of being pretty much out of it, Sloan’s eye fluttered open. “Hey you.” She forced a smile. Her voice was fucked up and low, but I didn’t care. She was awake and alert, and that was all that mattered to me.

  Ryder and Raine got up from the floor and started to stretch. They hadn’t left me alone since the incident. At least one of my brothers was by my side every minute. It was comforting to have all of their support while this was happening.

  “Good to see you’re awake, darlin’.” Ryder put his hand on the end of her bed and motioned to his wife. “Let’s give these two a little privacy.”

  I stood quickly. “No, you two should stay. I want there to be witnesses for this.”

  Each person froze on the spot. Raine gasped, grabbing Ryder’s hand.

  “Hey babe.” I sank down on the side of Sloan’s bed.

  She put her hand on my cheek. “Hi.” Her eyes were barely open.

  “I know this is fast, but I don’t fucking care. I love you. I have never been so scared of losing someone in my entire life. I do not want to spend one more second on this earth without you being truly mine. Sloan, please do me the honor of being my wife.”

  “Talk about insta-love,” she teased, grabbing my hand. “There is nothing more that I want than to be your wife. Trent, yes, I will marry you.”

  I kissed her cheek as I fought the goofiest smile that was taking over my face. “Also, the doctors gave me a little bit of exciting news.”

  “More exciting than the fact that we’re getting married?”

  I nodded. “Even better.” I put my hand on her stomach. “You’re pregnant.”

  Tears welled up in her eyes as she gasped, “I’m pregnant? We’re going to have a baby?”

  Raine squealed and started jumping. “This is the most amazing day!”

  Ryder pulled his wife into his side. “Congratulations you two. I couldn’t be happier for you both.”

  They left us alone and I crawled into bed with Sloan. We just stayed like that for a few minutes, her hand in mine.

  “Is this a dream?” Sloan muttered.

  “No, babe. This is just the beginning of our happily ever after.”

  Untamed: Rave’s Story

  An Unacceptables MC Novella

  Chapter 1

  They don’t call me the butcher for nothing—never forget that,” I howled at the brawny man quivering on his knees in front of me as he begged for his pitiful life, tears rolling, snot running, completely falling apart. Pathetic. One swing of my ax and my mission was done. The fucker’s head rolled down the brush-covered hill I had dragged him out to only minutes before.

  Blood.

  Red, sticky, thick blood.

  It sprayed all over my arms, face, and shirt, and down the front of my jeans.

  Leaving the headless body in a gory mess, I turned and made my way back to my bike. The prospects would be by soon to clean up the aftermath. The cleanup was never my concern.

  Grabbing a rag out of the saddlebag, I made quick work of getting as much of the redness off of my skin as possible before hopping back onto my Chief and letting the engine roar to life.

  An hour’s ride back home—the perfect amount of time to decompress, switch modes.

  There were two
sides of me: Rave, father and lover, calm, cool, collected, and the butcher, a cold-blooded murderer with a taste for devastation, an ax in a sheath strapped on his back and a Beretta 92 on his hip. I was a whole lot of Hyde with a little bit of Dr. Jekyll thrown in for good measure.

  I never thought I would have to be balanced, never thought I could have a softer side to me, but two words had changed all of that five years before: I’m pregnant. I knew I’d never forget the day Helen showed me that damn white pee stick and flipped my fucking world upside down. I didn’t believe her at first. She was a cut slut I claimed because she sucked cock better than any damn broad I had ever been with, and there she was standing in my kitchen with only my dirty white shirt on, so fucking happy.

  It wasn’t until that tiny baby was thrust into my arms as the doc congratulated me and said, “It’s a girl!” that I truly knew what it meant to love. I didn’t love Helen; there was no way in fucking hell I could love that good-for-nothing whore. She only did one thing right in her pitiful life, and that was giving me Crickett.

  It was well past three in the morning when I pulled down the gravel road and around to the back of our trailer. Parking my bike next to the hose, I stripped down to my boxers. The blood-stained shirt and jeans went right into the metal trash can. Striking a match, I set the evidence ablaze before spraying down my cut, boots, and bike. It was a process that had become second nature to me over the years of be an enforcer for my club.

  Tiptoeing, I sulked into the dingy doublewide. All the lights were off. The air was still and stale. I stood in the doorway for a second, something wasn’t right. Walking the feet steps as the floorboards complained from my weight, I could hear muffled sniffles. My daughter was curled up under a thin blanket on the ripped sofa in the living room, and I could hear her softly crying.

  God fucking dammit.

  I slumped down, pulling her tiny body out from under the smelly cloth. “Where’s your mother?” I whispered, more to myself than to Crickett.