by Ali Parker
"Those days are long gone." I glanced down at her grip on me as my cock grew thick and hard. "While you're down there, can you scratch right under my left nut."
She laughed, patted my sack again and pulled back. "Come dance with me."
"Not a chance in hell." I licked my lips and took another drink of my beer as I scanned the old bar where my MC spent far too many nights.
"Scared of where it might lead?" She leaned a little closer, her dark hair draping over my shoulder, her heavy tits pressing against my arm.
"Oh no. I know where it would lead." I turned toward her, our noses almost touching. "My dick buried eight inches deep in your tight little ass."
Her breath caught in her chest and I could smell her perfume mixed with the sweet musk of her pussy. She was everything a man would want... in a black widow.
"I want you." She reached up and ran her fingers through the back of my hair, scraping at my scalp.
A million images burned through my mind. She'd been my first. My only for a long time.
"You want a lot of things, Candace, but I'm not one of them." I reached up and pulled at her arm. "Find someone else. I'm not interested in your shit tonight."
"Ryder. It's been six months."
"Ten." I finished my beer and stood up, ignoring the tent my dick made in my pants. She had a way of making me burn for carnality. The things she'd let me do to her. Fuck. The things she'd done to me in our ten-year relationship. I was just a boy when she found me, but she grew me up as fast as she could.
She pressed herself against my side and reached over to stroke my cock again. Her lips were so goddamn soft on my neck. A fury burned deep in my chest. I couldn't let her affect me anymore, but it seemed impossible when my body betrayed me.
"There's a room in the back."
"I know what the fuck is in the back," I barked and turned toward her, reaching up and gripping her beautiful face roughly. "You play too many games. Get out of here before I take full advantage of what you're offering."
"I'm not going anywhere." She leaned in and pressed her lips to mine.
The hunger boiling inside of me exploded. I hadn't been with anyone that I had an emotional connection to in fucking forever. The need to belong, the feel of love, even if the shit was fake, overwhelmed me.
I picked her up and walked to the back as the little bitch wrapped her legs around me and sucked at my tongue.
"Ryder. Dude. No fucking-" Caleb stepped in the way.
"Back off," Candace pulled from the kiss and hissed at him.
The position had her left tit in the perfect place for me to do some damage. I leaned down and sucked her nipple deep into my mouth as I walked to the back, ignoring the voice of reason. Poor Caleb. He was always the one trying to talk sense into us. It was an impossible fucking feat.
"Johnny," Candace moaned and turned back, running her hands down my back as she pressed her breast further into my mouth. I flicked my tongue over her budded nipple roughly and slid a hand down the back of her skirt. My fingers pressed against the rim of her opening and I found her sopping wet.
I pulled back and licked my lips. "Ryder. Don't call me anything else. Period."
"Got it." She leaned down and pressed her lips to mine, arching her back and pressing down on my fingers to fuck herself as I made it to the door. "I'll call you anything. Just don't stop."
"You'll be lucky to get me to stop when you ask me to." I pulled the door open and nipped at her lips as she bounced on my hand, her pussy pulling at my fingers as she contracted tightly. My cock pulsed with the need to sink deep inside of her. She knew how to milk me and every other fucker back in the bar.
Why am I doing this? Drop her on her ass and walk out.
Lust had taken over, and I wasn't going anywhere.
I closed the door behind us and pulled my hand from her skirt as she slid down the front of my body and worked my jeans to my knees. She had her ruby red lips around my cock before I could reach out and steady myself. I slid my hands into her black hair and gripped it tightly, stilling her.
I rolled my hips, fucking her at a pace that felt less frantic. I'd come otherwise, and there wouldn't be much fun in that. Prolonging the fuck was the name of the game and for that, I needed control.
She glanced up at me, her black eyes filled with animalistic hunger as she moaned and took my dick like a good girl.
"You're right where you should be. On your knees in front of me." I pressed deeper, forcing my cock into her throat. Her eyes widened a little, but she exhaled through her nose and relaxed. She was a goddess and I was going to find myself lost to her if I wasn't careful.
The same bitch that stole my youth and turned me into the monster I was would be more than happy to snatch away my freedom and trap me once again.
The guys were going to be fucking furious that I'd let her near me.
Fuck 'em. I needed this. I needed her.
Her nails dug into my thighs and she pressed against my hold, sucking my shaft as her tongue whirled around the tip of my dick.
I moaned as pleasure shot through my stomach. I wanted to hear her call my name, to scream for me to slow down, to stop. I wanted to be too much for her.
The sound of disappointment that left her as I pulled back, kicked off my jeans and walked to the stack of boxes in front of me was almost cute. There had been a time not too far in the past that I would have chuckled at her for being precious. That time was long gone.
I turned and sat down, stroking myself. She stood and turned, putting a hand on her luscious hip.
"I was enjoying that."
"Good for you. Come over here and fuck me. Do what you came to do." I turned and pulled a condom from my pants pocket as lay on the floor behind me. She watched me like a hawk as I opened it and rolled it down my thick shaft. I was a big guy, and I used it to my advantage with women - all the time.
"God, you're hot." She pulled her shirt off and worked on her bra.
I leaned back and watched her. "Shut up talking and get over here. I'm still debating on getting you naked, tying you up and walking out."
"My brother would kill you." She threw her bra behind her and slid her skirt down her legs. No panties. Why was I not surprised? She knew what she came for, and fuck her for knowing that she would get it too.
"Your brother's going to kill me anyway." I reached up and grabbed her hips, spinning her. "Lower yourself on me. Give me a little bit of ass and a little bit of that sloppy wet pussy, Candace."
"You always make me wet." She gripped my thighs and leaned down, sliding her ass down my cock.
I closed my eyes and bit my tongue. There was no way in hell I was letting her know how good she felt.
"Fast." I popped her ass and blinked a few times as the room went dim around me. How long had it been since I’d fucked someone? A few days? Why did this bitch have to matter so goddamn much?
She jerked up and arched her back, pressing down again. The tension was loosened, but the soft wetness of her pussy was enough to make me tense up in pleasure.
I reached up and grabbed a thick handful of her hair as she worked both of her delicious holes over my dick over and over again. She cried out in orgasm several times, but I forced her to keep moving, to keep fucking, to not forget why she was there.
She wanted to service me one more time? I wasn't going to deny her or myself.
"Come Ryder. My legs hurt."
I laughed. "I'll come when you fuck me good enough to make me come."
The angry expression on her face lit me up as she turned a little and narrowed her eyes at me. "I hate you sometimes."
"I hate you all the time, bitch." I pulled at her hair, forcing her back to bend until I pressed my lips to her ear. "Maybe you're not the woman I thought you were, the one I remembered. Maybe this is a waste of my time."
She growled loudly and jerked from me, bouncing her ass and fucking me with a fury that left me buckled over in orgasm.
I cried out and lifted my hips, fuc
king her deep and fast as she met me stroke for stroke.
Dropping back on the boxes, I let out a long, contented sigh as she got up and turned, pulling the condom off and tossing it behind her.
"More."
"No." I reached up to stop her as she climbed in my lap and worked herself back down on my dick. The intensity of her skin pressed to mine was too much. "Yeah. More." I pulled my shirt off and stood up to walk to the nearest wall. I pressed her to it and spent the next two hours filling every opening of her body with my seed. It wasn’t right. I should have used a condom, but the sexy bitch hadn’t gotten pregnant in all the years of us fucking bareback. She wouldn’t now either.
We dropped to the floor together when it was over. I held up my hand as she moved closer to me.
"No. It was a fuck. Get your clothes and get out. Now." I ran my fingers through my hair and watched her. She wasn't a good woman, but then again, I wasn't a good man either.
Fuck. Maybe we deserved each other.
"So it's like that, hm?" She stood up and gathered her stuff, getting dressed as she moved around on wobbly legs.
"Yeah, and don't be a slut and tell your brother about this. It's been quiet for a while. I'd like to keep it that way."
She got dressed and walked to the door. "I won't say a thing."
"Why don't I believe that?" I watched her go and sat down on a box nearby, my body spent and my heart aching. Candace was the only woman I'd ever loved, and some part of me still did.
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Axel
Lost Breed MC book 2
Chapter One
Axel
The only recognizable thing from the aftermath of the fire that destroyed our shop was the metal frame of an old Chevy Impala I had been working on for the last couple weeks. The interior had been replaced just weeks ago, and now it had burned away, leaving nothing but rusty floorboards behind. The dash was melted and deformed and the bright blue paint that had coated the outside of the car was gone.
I kicked the bumper, which groaned and creaked before falling to the ashes of the shop floor.
“All this fucking work down the drain,” I growled as soot puffed into the air beneath my boots and the fallen bumper. Something silver glinted up at me amongst the rubble. I dropped to a crouch and discovered one of my wrenches. I tossed it end over end as I got to my feet.
Someone’s boots crunched as they approached. I looked over my shoulder to see the President of the MC, Johnny, stepping over the debris. His face was set in a stern expression that revealed no emotion. If he was as angry as I was, I couldn’t tell.
“What do you want to do about this shit?” I gestured at the remnants of our shop.
Johnny looked up at me and then surveyed the destroyed mechanic shop. This was where he and I spent most of our time, and it was how we made our livelihood. He had family to worry about, and I knew thoughts of his younger sister were probably racing through his mind.
“Nothing yet,” Johnny said, meeting my gaze. “The boys are pissed. We have to keep our heads down for a bit before any of them get any bad ideas. Got it?”
I nodded.
Moments later, other members of the MC joined us and began looking for anything that might have survived the blaze. There wasn’t much.
“Those Black Hearts fuckers are declaring war,” Jax muttered to my left. His light green eyes surveyed the damage and then swept up to Johnny. “What’s the plan, Ryder?”
Johnny glanced at me. I held my tongue.
“No plan. Not yet,” Johnny said sternly, fixing Jax with a hard stare. “Tell the others to keep their cocks in their pants for the time being. Our first priority is rebuilding.”
“Rebuilding will take months,” I said.
Johnny shot me a look that shut me up. He was in no mood to be questioned. I crammed my hands into my pockets and waited as Johnny dismissed Jax to go tell the others to keep their heads down.
A female voice caught my attention.
“Axel?”
I looked to where the bay doors used to be. Ellie was approaching. She was wearing a pair of denim overalls. She had cut the legs off, and the hem sat at the top of her muscular thighs. The edges were frayed, and strands of it hung over her tanned skin as she stepped over debris. Her hair was slicked back in a long ponytail and looped through the hole in the back of her black baseball cap. She was makeup free, as per usual, and freckles speckled her nose and cheekbones. When she got close, she drew up short and looked between me and Johnny.
“Was anyone hurt?”
I shook my head.
She deflated like a balloon and pressed a hand to her chest. “Thank God. I was so worried. What the hell happened? Did someone fuck up while they were working or—”
“Black Hearts,” Johnny said.
Ellie looked at me. There were words tumbling around in her mouth, and I could see she was sorting through the best way to say them. Johnny had a temper, that much was true, but he would never direct his fury at her.
“What is it, Ellie?” I tried to encourage her to speak. There was tension in her shoulders now. She was worried. Perhaps she was more than worried.
“What does this mean?” Her voice was barely a whisper.
“It’s nothing you need to concern yourself with, Ellie.” Johnny stepped over the bumper I had kicked off the front of the Chevy. “You can take a few days off now.”
“I don’t want time off,” Ellie said defensively.
“Well, you have it. We aren’t gonna pay you to fix shitboxes when we have no shop.”
Ellie bit her bottom lip and crossed her arms over her chest. The stance made her breasts swell over her arms, and her cleavage whispered sweet nothings at me at the neckline of her white T-shirt. I imagined ripping the straps of her denim overalls from her shoulders and bending her over the charred remains of the Chevy. I wanted to feel her breasts in my hands as I fucked her from behind, staining her shirt in soot and ash as I blew my load in her pussy.
This wasn’t the first time I had thought such things of Ellie. I shook my head to chase away the vision of her ass in the air and turned to Johnny. “A word?”
Johnny followed me out the back—or out through where the back wall used to be—and I took advantage of the time alone with him without the other guys around.
“I know you said you want to lay low,” I started, “but that feels like a mistake to me. These bastards burned our place to the ground. We can’t let them off the hook thinking there aren’t consequences for making a move like that against us. We’ll look like a bunch of pussies.”
Johnny arched an eyebrow and looked past me and back at the rubble of the shop. Ellie was crouched down sifting through the debris, and some of the other guys had stepped in to help. If there was something to be salvaged, they would find it. This place was important to all of us.
“I want it to be controlled.”
“What?” I looked back at Johnny. “Controlled?”
“You and me. No one else.”
“When?”
“Now. Let’s not give those pricks any extra time laughing at our misfortune.”
“I have everything we need in the trunk of my car,” I said.
Johnny was already moving forward. I followed him back out through the shop. We drew stares, but no one spoke a word. They knew better. Johnny Moretti was not the kind of man you fucked with. None of us were. He’d been through hell and back and was still recovering from a stab wound to the heart, but he was formidable as ever. I would have his back tonight, no matter what.
The eyes of the other members of the MC were on us as we passed Ellie and the Impala. She looked up, her ponytail swishing across her back. “Where are you two going?”
“Out,” Johnny said.
She stood and narrowed her eyes at me. “I thought we were lying low.”
“We?” I asked, turning to face her. I took a step closer, taking up some of her space. She retreated a step. Then, her eyes hardened, and she neve
r looked away from me. “What ‘we’?”
She lifted her chin. The muscles of her jaw flexed.
I didn’t want to hear whatever it was she was about to say.
I held up my hand and shook my head. “Forget it. You have work to do here. Salvage what you can. We’re going to need it.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but I was already turning away from her. Her fingers caught the sleeve of my shirt, and she hurried around in front of me, looking up at me with those sharp blue eyes of hers. “Johnny shouldn’t be doing anything … physical,” she said after finding the right word. “He was stabbed just two weeks ago. You need to be careful. I don’t think you guys should—”
“I don’t care what you think we should or shouldn’t do. You have a job to do here. Focus your energy on that, not on me and Johnny. Got it?”
The anger in her eyes had me thinking she might fight me on this one. But she didn’t. She looked at her feet, blew out an exasperated breath, and then turned back to the Impala. “Just be careful, okay?”
I ignored her request and followed Johnny out to my car. Careful wasn’t a word that properly applied to what Johnny and I were about to do.
We pulled up in front of the dilapidated, single-story house around the time families would be tucking children into their beds. The front porch was bare of furniture but full of discarded beer cans. The lawn was mostly dirt with patches of brown grass. The house itself used to be yellow but had turned brown with moss and mold and years of disregard.
