Satan's Fury MC Boxed Set: Books 5-8

by L. Wilder

  When I finished working on the books and finalizing the contracts, I spent the rest of my night working on things I’d brought from the office. I could’ve gone home, but there was just something about being out at the farm, especially when I was there alone with Smokey. He liked it there too, which made me even happier. I’d worried that he’d agreed to take the farm on solely because of Emily, but I could see the contented look in his eyes when he’d had a good day in the fields. There was an excitement in his voice when he talked about things that had gone well or a new plan he’d made with Wes. He’d even stayed in the house a couple of nights. He refused to sleep in any of the bedrooms, choosing only to sleep on the sofa until he brought his own things over, but I could see that he was leaning towards keeping it. It needed some work, but overall, it suited him.

  Like most nights, I was busy getting dinner ready while Smokey took a shower. Since it was one of his favorites, I’d made lasagna and lit several candles around the room. I had just finished setting the table when he walked into the kitchen wearing a fresh t-shirt and a clean pair of jeans. Water dripped from the ends of his tousled, wet hair, and I wanted nothing more than to run my fingers through it. As I looked at him, I thought about how good I’d been over the past couple of weeks. Other than a few stolen kisses, I hadn’t pushed him for more. He’d made it clear that he wanted to wait until my shoulder had healed, but now, seeing him look so irresistibly handsome and knowing my shoulder was much better, I couldn’t wait a moment longer.

  It was a bold move, like nothing I’d ever done before, but for him I was willing to take the risk. I stepped away from the table and my eyes locked on his. “This thing we got going on between us…” I paused just long enough to remove the sling from around my neck, then continued, “It’s going to happen.” As he stood just a few feet away watching my every move, I started to slowly unbutton my blouse. “Don’t doubt that for one second.” Once I’d unclasped the last button, I let it fall to the floor, and then started on the button of my jeans as I told him, “I will have that sexy, muscled-up body of yours…” I lowered my pants to the floor, leaving only my black lace panties and bra as I whispered, “Again and again and again… until I memorize every inch.”

  For several seconds, he didn’t move. He simply stood there staring at me, and I feared that I’d made the wrong move until he growled, “MJ, are you sure?”

  “I’ve never been more sure.”

  The soft glow of the candles illuminated the room as he advanced towards me with a wild, hungry look in his eyes. It was finally going to happen. A moment that I’d dreamed about for weeks, and I couldn’t imagine wanting anything more. He stopped just inches from me as he said, “You’re gorgeous…. absolutely gorgeous.”

  The way he looked at me made me feel beautiful and alive, like I was a treasure, his treasure. I placed the palm of my hand on his cheek as I pleaded, “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

  A flash of desire exploded in his eyes as he crashed his mouth down on mine. His fingertips sent a jolt of excitement rushing through my veins as they roamed across my body. His rough hands slid across my skin with a reverence and possessiveness that made my blood boil and ignited an ache deep inside me for him. I moaned against his lips, holding on tightly as the whirlwind of heat and desire flooded through me. His tongue swept inside my mouth, claiming me as his as he tasted me. I felt his passion pouring into me as his fingertips twisted tightly in my hair, pulling me firmly to his lips. He slowed for a moment as he kissed me long and deep, taking my bottom lip between his teeth as he seduced me with his skillful mouth. The mixture of pleasure and pain that ran through me as his teeth bit into my lip shot straight to my core. I was lost in a delicious haze of hormones and lust, and I couldn’t get enough. An animalistic groan escaped my mouth as I pressed my body harder against his. My need was growing fiercer by the moment.

  His strong hands lifted me effortlessly into his arms as he carried me over to the sofa. As soon as my feet touched the floor, he reached for the hem of his t-shirt. He looked at me teasingly as he slowly, painstakingly pulled it over his head, revealing his chiseled abs. He grinned mischievously as he watched my eyes wander to the perfect V peeking out from the waistband of his jeans. He tossed his t-shirt to the floor, the smirk never leaving his lips as he lowered his hands to the button of his jeans. His blue eyes darkened with need as he watched my reactions to him.

  In that moment, I realized he wasn’t taking his time out of vanity. No, he knew how long I’d been waiting for him, and he wanted to satisfy all of my fantasies. The heat and desire building within me was obvious, and he reveled in it. He wanted my pleasure to be palpable and heady, and in return, my body gave him everything he wanted.

  I watched eagerly as he freed himself from his jeans and boxers, letting them fall to his ankles before kicking them to the side. My mouth fell open slightly as I watched him take his thick length in his hand. His voice was deep and raspy as he asked, “Do you want me?”

  He stood before me in all his glory, and all I could do was stare in awe at the curves and ripples of his perfectly-defined physique. He was spectacular. I took a slight step towards him and placed the tips of my fingers on the beautiful ink that marked his chest, trailing the lines of his intricate tattoos. One led into the next, and I wondered what each of them meant to him, but I didn’t take the time to ask. Instead, I lifted myself up on my tiptoes and just before I kissed him, I whispered, “God, yes. I’ve never wanted anything like I want you.”

  The gentle kiss quickly became hungry and demanding. Smokey’s hands were on my body, roaming, squeezing, pulling me tightly against his muscular frame. I felt myself being led backwards as his strong hands slid up my back, releasing the clasp of my bra. When my calves met the sofa, he slowly lowered me down on the cushions and tossed my bra to the side. My breath became ragged as my body begged impatiently for his next touch.

  He looked down at me, smiling appraisingly as he watched my breasts rise and fall with each heaving breath. I gasped as his fingertips gripped my thighs and he parted my legs to sink between them. His soft lips hungrily dropped to my breast, raking his tongue across my taut nipple. I could hear my uneven breaths echoing through the room as his hand slowly slid between my legs. He ran his thumb along the edge of my lace panties, teasing me, touching just around where I wanted him most. He took his time caressing me while his other hand cupped my breast, the rough, calloused pad of his finger stroking me. His mouth moved back to my breast, swirling my nipple with his tongue before taking it in his mouth and sucking hard. He alternated between my breasts, repeating this pattern over and over, all while his hands began to deftly slide my panties down my thighs. He gently tugged them down with agonizingly slow movements, reveling in the impatience building within me. My hands wound in his hair as I pulled his mouth closer to me, exulting in the lavish attention he was giving my breasts.

  The storm of delicious sensations flooding through me was almost too much. I could feel the smooth fabric of the lace slipping over my skin as my panties finally reached my ankles. I could feel his warm breath as he began to shower my abdomen and thighs with tantalizing kisses. My body began to tingle in anticipation as the bristles of his beard brushed against my center. My hands clamped down on the cushions as I felt his tongue sweep against me. I felt two deft fingertips spread me apart as his tongue swirled around and he began to suck gently on my most sensitive spot. My head flew back in pleasure as one long finger slid slowly inside me, testing my readiness for him. I began to writhe beneath him as he continued to tease me with his mouth and fingers.

  My hands drifted to his head, my fingers tangling in his hair as I panted, “Oh God,” over and over again.

  I was close, so close, to finding my release, when he lifted off of me and took a condom from his jean pocket. I waited impatiently as he rolled it down his long, thick shaft, and I’d barely had time to catch my breath when he was back on top of me, centering himself between my legs. I smiled with satisfac
tion as the tip of his cock brushed against me, sending lust-filled chills down my spine. Our naked bodies pressed against each other, his hot skin against mine.

  I’d wanted him since I’d first laid eyes on him, and the moment had finally come.

  I opened my legs wider as he slowly slid inside me, filling me completely. My breath caught in my throat as he pulled back and entered me again, hard and steady. Instinctively, I arched into him as he drove deeper and gasped as his cock rubbed against my G-spot. I couldn’t keep my nails from clawing into his back. My body had never felt such unabated pleasure. Smokey was everything I’d dreamed about and more. His mouth once again found mine as he thrust forward over and over, claiming what was his. Waves of ecstasy crashed over me until the dam finally broke and my body was flooded with the all-consuming rush of my climax. He continued to drive into me, deeper and deeper, until he found his own release. His fingers dug into my hips as he held me in place with a sated groan.

  I was lying there enjoying the high of my orgasm when I was quickly lifted off the sofa and into Smokey’s arms. As he started for the stairs, I asked, “What are you doing?”

  “I told you… again and again. I’m just getting started, doll,” he smirked as he continued up the stairway and carried me into his old bedroom.

  He stayed true to his word. We spent the entire night making love, again and again and again. By morning, I was barely able to keep my eyes open. Thankfully, it was Saturday, so I didn’t have to worry about going into work. I curled up next to Smokey and listened to the peaceful rhythm of his breathing as I drifted off to sleep. I had no idea how long I’d been sleeping when I woke up to the familiar scent of coffee and bacon drifting through the air. I rolled over and found the bed empty, so after a quick shower, I put on one of his old t-shirts and went downstairs.

  I found him standing in front of the stove, and I was just about to go over to him when I heard, “There she is.”

  I turned towards the kitchen table and found Emily sitting there with Grant in her arms and Shelby at her side. Trying to hide my surprise, I smiled and said, “Good morning, guys.”

  “Uncle Evan’s making us some eggs,” Shelby announced as I tugged at the hem of my t-shirt, wishing I could make it a few inches longer.

  “Eggs sound great.” I smiled. “I’m gonna run upstairs and grab my jeans.”

  By the time I made it back downstairs, Smokey had everything ready and at the table. I walked over and sat down in the chair next to him and waited for him to put eggs on everyone’s plates. Once he was done, he got up and brought me a cup of coffee. As he placed it on the table, he leaned over and kissed me on the forehead and said, “Good morning, beautiful.”

  “Morning. Thanks for making breakfast. I’m starving.”

  “Figured it was about time for me to return the favor. You’ve been cooking for weeks.”

  Emily cleared her throat as she asked, “So… how are things going?”

  Smokey sat down and replied, “Good. Really good.”

  “I’m so glad to hear that. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to come as much this week. David’s been working overtime while his boss is on vacation. Things should settle down next week, though.”

  “Don’t worry about that,” Smokey told her. “We’ve done alright.”

  “Yeah. I can see that you have,” she teased.

  Smokey told Emily everything we’d accomplished over the past week, and what they had planned for the weeks ahead. Putting Wes in charge had been a smart move. He knew everything there was to know about making the orchard a success, and I could tell that just having him there eased Smokey’s mind. Once we were all finished eating, Emily helped me clear the table, while Smokey took Shelby out to explore. I’d just placed the last dish in the dishwasher when Emily came over to me and said, “I can’t remember ever seeing him this happy.”

  “Yeah, he’s really excited that things are going so well. I think he was a little worried.”

  “I’m not talking about the farm, Marley. I’m talking about you. You are what is making him happy. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

  “He makes me happy, too. I’m pretty crazy about him,” I admitted.

  “You know, I had a feeling about you two,” she teased. She leaned against the counter as she asked, “Has he taken you out to meet the brothers yet?”

  “We’re going there tonight. They’re having some kind of celebration, and he wants me to go with him. I’m kind of nervous about it.”

  “Don’t be. I’ve been there with him several times. I’ve met most of them, and they’re all really great guys.” She paused and looked behind her, checking to see if anyone was there. When she was sure we were alone, a mischievous smile spread across her face as she laughed, “Don’t tell Evan, but I had a little bit of a crush on one of his brothers when I was younger. Nothing ever came of it. I don’t think the guy ever even knew I existed… at least not in the way I wanted him to. And once David came along, I completely forgot about him… well, mostly.” She laughed. “His name was Clutch. He’s got an old lady now, but you’ll see why I had a thing for him when you meet him tonight. He’s got these amazing green eyes and shaggy hair. Totally hot.”

  “I’ll be sure to check him out,” I giggled.

  “Check who out?” Smokey asked as he came up behind me.

  Emily smiled and replied, “I was just telling her about your friend Clutch.”

  “Oh yeah? You telling her about that crush you had on him?” he laughed.

  “How did you know about that?”

  “Maybe because you turned red as a beet anytime he came around. Poor guy thought you had scarlet fever or something.”

  “He did not!” she yelped.

  “You should’ve seen it, Marley. He’d walk into the room, and her face would turn bright red in thirty seconds flat,” he chuckled.

  “Smokey,” I fussed.

  He put his arm around her shoulder and smiled as he admitted, “You know I’m only screwing around. Clutch never knew.”

  She let out a sigh of relief and then scoffed, “You’re just mean, Evan Abrams. Just plain mean.”

  “Yeah, well… I’ve been called worse.”

  I closed the dishwasher and started it, then turned to them and said, “I hate to interrupt this trip down memory lane, but I’ve got to get home. I need to get some work done before tonight.”

  “I’ll walk you out.”

  Emily gave me a quick wink and teased, “Good luck tonight. Wear something slutty. Give Evan a run for his money.”

  With a laugh, I replied, “Okay.”

  “Seriously! The sluttier the better!” she taunted.

  “Shut it, Em,” Smokey warned.

  “Lots of cleavage!” she continued. “Short skirt… maybe some high heels or some hooker boots!”

  Smokey stopped walking and turned towards Emily, and the big smile she was wearing quickly disappeared when his voice dropped low and he growled, “Emily Louise.” He stood there looking at her like a wild bear ready to attack its prey, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I could just imagine the two of them when they were younger, Smokey chasing her around and giving her all kinds of hell while she dished it out any way she could. He finally smiled and promised, “You’ve got one coming.”

  “Yeah… Right back at you, big brother.”

  Ignoring their little tiff, I continued out towards my car. I was just about to open my door when Smokey wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me over to him. His mouth dropped to the side of my neck as he whispered, “Jeans. No short skirts, and no fucking hooker boots.”

  I nodded against his lips and told him, “I’ll save the hooker boots for when it’s just us.”

  He began kissing along the edge of my jaw, making goosebumps scatter across my body as he said softly, “Good girl.”

  I turned to face him and placed my hands on the side of his face as I lifted up on my tiptoes and kissed him. I slowly lowered myself back down to the ground as I said, �
��I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”

  “I’ll be waiting, beautiful.”

  My heart felt like it could leap right out of my chest when I looked at him. It had only been a few weeks, but I was crazy about him. I’d never believed in things like soul mates or love at first sight. It just seemed too farfetched until I found him. Being with him made me believe. I believed in soul mates. I believed in love at first sight. I believed in … him.

  Chapter 11

  Smokey

  The final shipment had been delivered to Louisiana without a hitch. We’d taken a huge risk, but in the end, it paid off big. We’d have several months before we were scheduled for the next installment, so it was time for the brothers to celebrate our success and let off some steam. By the time MJ and I made it to the clubhouse, the party was already rolling. The guys were gathered at the bar with drinks in their hands and their women by their side, just the way they liked it. The prospects and club girls were busy making sure everyone had what they needed, and we’d barely made it through the door when Clutch yelled my name and motioned us over to the bar where he was sitting with Olivia and Henley.