Conflicted Love (Needle's Kiss)

by Stark, Lola

  “Oh, I know,” I sighed. She was right. Both Mace and Trip were going to lose it in a bad way. “I had a clue what was going on for a while now, but I’m not sure what to do about it.” I flicked my eyes over at the clock; the boys would be back any minute, so we had to wrap this up quickly. “She’s an adult. She can make her own choices.” I pointed out. Scarlett nodded with a vacant look to her eyes. I was almost certain there were a million different scenarios playing out in her head and all of them ended with injury.

  “Maybe we should talk to her? Make sure she knows how pissed they’ll be?” I was betting Haven already knew the score there, so I just shook my head and flicked the baby monitor on. Haven had just volunteered to put Javier down for a sleep and I liked to keep an ear out just in case. “How long though?” Scarlett asked still looking worried.

  “You know the night of your bachelorette thing we had here?” She nodded so I kept going, “Well, one of the questions that night was ‘have you had sex on a Harley’…” I trailed off letting her figure the rest out. She frowned, still not understanding. “I drank. Haven drank. Jude owns a Harley and—”

  “Shit!” was Scarlett’s mumbled reply when she pieced it together. Just as she was about to say something else, the front door burst open and three sexy-as-sin guys strolled on in, followed by two handsome little guys. Trip’s eyes met mine, and the second they did, a bright smile lit up his face. It was unbelievable how happy he made me and vice versa. We fought. Oh boy did we fight. It was childish the things we did bicker about. He’d shout. I’d bitch; we’d purposely piss each other off and then make up like the world was about to end. Those were some of my favorite times too. Nothing beat make-up sex with Trip. Nothing.

  Mace made a beeline for Scar and Jude’s twin boys ran past us right out the back door to the massive tree house in the yard. Jude hung back closing the front door, his eyes darting around the room. He nodded to Scar and me and then excused himself to go to the bathroom.

  “Missed you, Princess,” Trip whispered coming up behind me and running his nose down my throat. I smiled to myself and leaned back into his ripped body. “Where’s my little man?” His lips ghosted along my shoulder as he spoke.

  “Your sister took him upstairs for a nap.” Haven had been spending as much time as she could between school and work visiting, just to spoil her nephew.

  “She’s still here?” he asked with a laugh. I nodded and turned around to wrap my arms around him. My stomach sunk and Trip’s entire body went solid as a rock under my hands.

  “What the mother fuck?” he boomed, his eyes shooting from the baby monitor to the ceiling and then back to the small white speaker again.

  “We can’t do this here, sweetheart.” Jude’s voice was clearly amplified through the room.

  “Bathroom. I need you. I need you so badly, Jude.” Trip’s face was now a picture of rage as he glared at the baby monitor.

  “Your brothers are downstairs and—fuck. Don’t do that.” Jude’s groan echoed through the painfully silent room.

  “Fuck. No,” Mace growled through gritted teeth looking like his head was about to explode. I gripped Trip’s arm to no avail; he all but sprinted out of the room and up the stairs, Mace already two steps ahead of him.

  “Sweet baby Jesus, here we go,” Scar stated echoing my thoughts exactly. We shot each other a pained look and took off after the boys.

  “If they break my house, I’m going to break them,” I grumbled stomping up the steps toward what promised to be World War Three.

  To be continued …

  Stay tuned to catch what happens next in Needle’s Kiss #3 ‘Jude and Haven’s story’ Expected release June 2014…

  In the meantime, keep reading for a Mace and Scarlett’s Christmas snippet made exclusively for The Book Avenue.

  “I think you should wear this later but without half of it,” I whispered in her ear as she melted in my arms. It never ceased to amaze me how she would do that whenever I wrapped my arms around her. She made me feel like I was her protective shield.

  “I think you might be onto something, but as of now, I have two dozen guests who’ll be wondering where the food is if I don’t get it out there soon,” she grumbled and bent forward at the waist leaning into the refrigerator for more trays of food. This served to give me more than one idea of how I’d like to bang her senseless in the cute-as-fuck Christmas costume she had on. Red fuck-me heels with knee-high candy cane striped stockings, covered her sexy legs. These, teamed with a tiny tutu-like green skirt and a white torn-up tank top with the words ‘I’ve been naughty, spank me nice.’ across her full tits, left me with a raging hard on.

  “I’m pretty sure I’m hungrier than they are,” I growled digging my fingers into her hips; my pants became a whole lot tighter in the crotch. Her perky ass pushing back into my hard-on sent a rush of blood directly from one head to the other. “If I don’t get in there soon, I’m thinking I might bust a nut, babe.”

  Scarlett stood back up with a tray of food in each hand and held them out for me to take. With a grumble, I took them and slid them onto the counter behind us, turning back around in time to catch the smirk she shot my way. Yeah, she knew she had me by the balls and it didn’t bother me in the least. She could paint them with glitter and hang them on the Christmas tree for all I cared, so long as she had her hands on them.

  “You need to stop rubbing your junk up on me until our guests leave,” she chastised pushing her hips back into mine in order to close the fridge.

  “Tease,” I pouted almost pathetically while spinning her around so she faced me. I ghosted my fingers down her body, and then slowly up the backs of her thighs stopping millimetres from her tiny, green silk panties that read ‘Naughty’ across the ass. I’d had these on my mind since I saw her slipping them on earlier that morning while I poked my head out of the shower like a peeping Tom.

  “I’m merely building the anticipation. That’s all,” she snickered and wrapped her arms around my neck. “You know we have this entire house full of people and we are the hosts; it’s almost rude to not be in there.” She pointed out running her nails through the back of my hair.

  “I’m thinking they’ve seen you in this thing you’re wearing and most definitely noticed the boner I’ve been sporting all damn day, so they might thank you for taking care of it.” I licked my lips and traced a line down her throat as I spoke. Her pulse picked up and her nipples were visible through her top. The occasional hitch in her breath edged me on. I grabbed a handful of her butt in each hand, and took a long stride forward pressing her up against the fridge. My hips pushed forward and ground into hers eliciting a soft mew of understanding.

  “I think you might be on to something. I’d be doing them a favour, right?” she asked digging her nails into my scalp with one hand, and running the other across my neck. The mixture of both sensations sent my dick from hard to stone solid in seconds. I lifted her off her feet and she wrapped her legs around my hips. One of her hands shot down between us making quick work of my belt and jeans buttons as I walked us into the large pantry and closed the door behind us.

  “Fuck, you’re hot. I’ve been eye-fucking you all damn day, baby.” I pulled her underwear to the side and slid my fingers in to her tight pussy without warning causing her to cry out in bliss and clamp down on my hand. She was always so freaking ready for me; the woman rivalled my sex drive and then some.

  My teeth slid across her bare shoulder where her tank had fallen down. My plan to tease her flew right out the window when she freed my dick and began pumping her soft hand up and down a few times. I dropped my head down to meet hers, and with a moan, crushed my mouth to her red pouty lips, invading her mouth and tasting the sweet taste of cherries on her tongue.

  Scarlett bit down on my lip with a long drawn out moan when I flicked at her clit ring. Moving my hands to her ass, I sat her on the very edge of the closest shelf. The hand she had between us came up to my bicep when I shifted her shirt up just enough to fe
el skin on skin. “Hold on tight, babe,” I growled into her mouth, our breaths coming in heavy pants. I didn’t give her a chance to respond. Instead, I moved my hips back an inch and slammed home; balls deep, rocking the contents off the shelf and almost losing my shit when her mouth dropped open and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

  With my teeth gritted, I pulled back and took a deep breath; she had me so fucking worked up I was ready to blow my load already. Scarlett shifted her hips slightly pulling up so our chests were pressed as close to each other as we could get. She dug her nails into my arms and clung onto my shoulders. Looking up at me, she bit down on her bottom lip and whimpered, “I need you to fuck me hard, Mace.” Her words shot straight to my balls and completely shattered my restraint. I growled low and deep and started to pound into her relentlessly. Sweat running down my back, I gripped her hip with one hand and her ass with the other bringing her forward to meet each one of my rough thrusts until she bit down on my shoulder with a muffled cry of release.

  I dropped my head to her neck. “Gahhh, fuckkk, Baby. Fuckkk!” I shouted into her skin to muffle the sound. Panting and sweat slicked, I waited a few beats for Scarlett to come back to Earth before brushing back the hair from her forehead and dropping a few soft kisses to her lips. “You okay?” I asked watching her glazed eyes.

  “Best. Christmas. Ever,” she mumbled before a round of applause and wolf whistling started from the kitchen.

  What to say ? Errrr…

  Lola hates all things sultanas.

  Lola is a little strange and unusual.

  Lola has no brain-to-mouth filter

  (this may or may not have gotten Lola into trouble – repeatedly).

  Lola is keeping Coca-cola in business one 2lt bottle at a time.

  Apparently, Lola likes to talk in the third person about herself.

  This here is what my profile says everywhere:

  Lola Stark lives in Australia, Is an at-home mummy with no filter, raising a hoard of minions, Lola has loved to read for as long as she can remember. When not wrangling the family, she can be found sitting at her computer, writing, facebooking or just generally messing around.

  I know, I know third person again.

  So what else can I tell you about me ?

  I have a dog, 3 birds and a pet rock. I have five minion-type children. I was a teen mum (DON’T DO IT). Right now, I’m alternating writing this and yelling at my kids to stop jumping on the bed and to go the hell to sleep before I push them off. I may be a little, okay, very inappropriate…often.

  Junk food and I have an understanding: I eat it, it hibernates around my ass and thighs. I love music, almost any kind is fine by me intact I can't breathe without it.

  If I don’t have anything nice to say, I bite the shit outta my tongue. I cuss like a sailor and sometimes smell like one too (hey now, McJudgy, you can’t shower, brush your teeth or hair if you’re in the middle of writing a book).

  I make a mean potato-layer bake and I have slight road rage. I struggle not to laugh when my kids are inappropriate and say screwy shit. I don’t really like people…I’m that creepy chick who sits in the corner till she has a booze buzz going on, then I’m as loud as fuck. I have an addiction to shoes. I smoke like a chimney.

  So that’s me!

  I’m screwy and funsized (it’s not called short anymore).

  You’ll either love me or hate me, but I am always just ME!

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