Pink: Hot 'n Sexy for a cure: The Books for Boobies 2015 Anthology
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I held his gaze. “Now is most definitely not the time for me to be getting pregnant. Not with all the shit the club is in at the moment. I don’t want to bring a child into that kind of environment.”
“Bullshit,” he said, annoyance flashing in his eyes. “You’re just using that as an excuse. This shit will be over soon so there’s no reason to even factor it into your decision.”
“You don’t know that for sure.” I was clutching at straws now. Hopefully he’d let it go like he usually did.
He watched me for another couple of moments. Then, without warning, he flipped me onto my back and positioned himself over me, pinning my arms above my head. Bending his head, he took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked it. He then did the same to the other one. His knee moved so he could push my legs apart. When he had me how he wanted me, he brought his face close to mine. “Maybe I should fuck you into agreeing to this because I’m sure as hell getting tired of hearing the word ‘no’,” he growled.
“You don’t fight fair, J.”
He raised his brows. “I don’t fight fair? Who the fuck do you think controls my dick? And who the fuck do you think always gets what she wants by way of controlling my dick?”
I bit my lip. He had a point. J might be a bossy asshole, but when it came down to it, I had my ways of getting what I wanted out of him.
When I didn’t reply, he carried on. “Now that we’ve established that, let’s establish the fact that this is going to happen.”
“Baby, I told you that I do want kids with you, but I want us to wait a few more months before we try to get pregnant.”
He shook his head. “No, no more waiting. I’m done with fucking around.”
Something in his voice caught my attention. “Tell me why this is so important to you,” I said softly. There was definitely something there that I’d missed every other time we’d had this conversation, and something told me it was important.
His eyes widened and he let my wrists go and sat back. After a beat, he said, “I want a family, Madison. I want kids running around and I want you as their mother. And I don’t want to waste another minute arguing about this. Life’s too short not to have what you want.”
I sat up and shifted close to him. Laying my palm gently on his cheek, I said, “This is because of your mum and dad, isn’t it? You don’t feel like you have ties, and you want them.”
“I have you. And Brooke. And Storm. I have ties.” His voice was gruff, and I knew I’d hit the nail on the head even if he was being stubborn about admitting it.
“It’s okay, J, I get it now. I understand where you’re coming from.”
We sat watching each other for a few moments, silently communicating our understanding. Finally, he nodded and I knew that was the only acknowledgement I would get that I was right, but it was all I needed. “So, you’ll change your mind?”
I smiled as a sense of peace about my decision flowed through me. Nodding, I said, “Yes.” Of course I would give J what he wanted. What he needed. I could never deny the man I loved those things. Not now that I knew his reason.
Relief filled his face. “Jesus, woman, you know how to make a man work for something.”
Grinning at him, I said, “It was all just practice for the main event. Now we get down to the real work, and let me tell you – you’re gonna have to work hard if you want to get me pregnant.”
He returned my grin. “I’m all about the hard work, Madison. Christ, you’ve put me through my paces over the years. I think you might be the one underestimating just how worn out you’re going to get.”
I shifted so I was sitting in his lap, and put my arms around his neck. Kissing him, I said, “Let the games begin.”
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SUMMER STORM
A Satan’s Fury MC Romance Series
L. Wilder
Allie
I was obsessed. Plain and simple. I wanted the wedding to be flawless. Kane and I had been through so much over the past few months, and I wanted our wedding day to be perfect.
“I don’t see what the big deal is, Kane. It’s just one day.”
“Huh?” he asked, feigning ignorance.
“Wearing a tuxedo isn’t going to kill you,” I grumbled. He was sitting on the sofa with his feet propped up, watching a football game on TV. I sighed… Men and their football.
“Maybe not, but I’m still not wearing some damn monkey suit.”
“How about a regular suit?” I offered.
“Allie,” he scolded. I knew I was pushing it, but I couldn’t stop myself. I loved his jeans and leather, but I wanted to see my man all dressed up.
“Please? I promise I’ll make it worth your while,” I said seductively.
He tried to act like he was ignoring me, but I didn’t miss how his lips curved ever so slightly into a sexy smile.
“I’ll wear something extra special under my wedding dress…” I continued. I felt a glimmer of hope bloom inside me as his smile grew wider.
“Just more for me to take off,” he smirked.
“Argh! You’re impossible,” I said as I shook my head and flipped through the pages of my wedding planner. I decided to drop it. When it came down to it, I didn’t really care what he wore. I just wanted him. Nothing else really mattered. One by one, he was making my dreams come true, and I couldn’t have asked for more.
After I’d lost my parents and spent my youth in foster care, I dreamed of the day that I would have a family of my own. It had been tough being alone. I’d had my brother, Tony, but after we were separated, things between us changed - dramatically. While I’d pushed forward and tried to make the best of my situation, Tony had become bitter and couldn’t get past all the hate that filled his heart. I’d known he was having a hard time, but I’d never dreamed that things were as bad as they really were. By the time I found out, it was too late. I tried to bail him out of trouble more times than I could count, but it was never enough. His web of lies began to unravel when he got in too deep with the brothers of the Satan’s Fury MC. That’s how I met Kane.
Kane was the vice-president of Satan’s Fury, and it was his job to find Tony after he betrayed the club. I still didn’t know all the details. I’d learned a long time ago that club business was off limits, but I knew that Tony had done something stupid. It could be the only reason why they’d send Kane to find him. When I’d met Kane, I fell fast, and I fell hard. He was like no man I’d ever met. Not only was he insanely handsome, he made me feel safe, too. With everything that had been going on with Tony, I’d needed that. I loved Kane for being there for me when I felt so lost. He’d tried to warn me, but I just couldn’t fathom that my brother had actually turned into such a monster… until Tony put me in an impossible situation. Long story short, he’d known he’d screwed up, and he’d wanted me to bail him out yet again. So, I’d tried. I’d really thought I could do something to help him, but unfortunately, he was past helping. Honestly, he had been past helping for longer than I’d even realized. He’d fallen completely apart when I wasn’t able to get the money he needed, and he tried to kill Kane. Then, he tried to kill me.
I was left with the hardest decision I would ever have to make - my life or my brother’s. I’ll never forget the look of pure hatred in his eyes when he pointed that gun at me… when he talked about killing me. I had been so wrong about him. He wasn’t the brother that I remembered at all. It almost broke me when I realized that he’d never really cared about me. It turned my stomach to hear the vile words that came out of his mouth and the heartless tone in his voice as he talked about killing me. He’d been willing to kill me without any remorse or guilt.
After finally getting my hands on the gun in the struggle, I knew what my only option left was. As I pulled the trigger, a part of me died right along with my brother. At that moment
, I knew I’d never be the same.
I don’t know what I would have done if Kane hadn’t been there for me. In the weeks following Tony’s death, he showed me a love and support that I’d never known. He was with me through the agonizing bouts of pain and doubt, and it was his unwavering love for me in my worst moments that made me strong again. With every passing day, I was reassured that I’d been right in trusting Kane all along.
When I looked at him, I saw my future. I saw the life I’d always wanted to have. I was overcome by the desire to leave the wreckage of my past behind me and create a fresh, new start with him - the love of my life.
“Do you want chocolate cake? Or vanilla? Oooh oooh, or strawberry! Or red velvet? Oh wait! I know, I know, each tier could be a different flavor! Babe? Babe, are you listening to me?” I prodded. Kane was completely ignoring me. His eyes were focused on that damn football game. He’d been sitting there for over an hour, doing his best to ignore my onslaught of questions. The wedding was just a few weeks away, and we still hadn’t decided on a cake. I was getting frustrated that he wouldn’t give me some idea of what he wanted. “Kane!”
“Yeah?” he chuckled, never taking his eyes off the TV. He was playing me… totally playing me. I noticed a little spark of mischief in his eyes as he continued to act like he wasn’t paying any attention to me.
“Cake, Kane! We’re talking about cake!” I shouted as I threw a pillow across the room and watched it collide with the side of his head. His eyes followed the pillow to the floor as I asked, “What flavor cake do you want?” I snickered in a failed attempt to hold back my laughter.
“Woman… you’re gonna pay for that,” he growled as he stood up slowly from the couch and tugged up the waistband of his jeans. He was too good-looking for his own good. “I’m gonna get… that… ass,” he laughed as he darted towards me.
I was dazed for a moment as I watched the broad muscles in his chest ripple against his white cotton t-shirt while he lunged towards me. I was so focused on those gorgeous blue eyes and how they danced with lust that I almost forgot to run.
“Nononononono!” I screeched as I started to race away from him. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I just needed to know what flavor cake you want!” I giggled as I dodged him.
I looked back in time to see him grab his crotch and shout, “Oh, I’ll show you what flavor!”
My panicked laughter filled the room as he caught up with me. I’d barely made it through the kitchen when he bent down and tossed me over his shoulder. My fists pounded into his tight, round ass as he stalked across the room. “Kane! Put me down!” I screamed.
He didn’t say a word as he dropped my feet to the floor. I looked at him questioningly, and I noticed that his smile was gone. I immediately started to worry, thinking that I had really pissed him off, but all of my fears melted away when he pulled me up against him. He put one of his hands behind my neck as he pressed his mouth against mine. My lips parted in surprise as he backed me against the wall. His tongue swept across my open lips before dipping seductively into my mouth.
His hands gripped my ass as he pressed his hips against mine, and I could feel his arousal even through his jeans. His hands roamed restlessly over my body as his mouth moved to my neck. His kisses were urgent, and I was quickly becoming lost in the heat of his need.
“Kane...” I breathed.
“I can’t wait to marry you, Allie… Now, hush,” he murmured between kisses. His hand greedily moved under my shirt, caressing my breast over my bra.
The fiery lust that filled his eyes burned against my skin, setting my soul on fire for him… only him. I wanted nothing more in the world to be his - forever.
The hunger in his eyes made me want to please him. I let my inhibitions fall away as my desire for him took over. In that moment, I needed him every bit as much as he needed me. I needed to see his chiseled body, to feel his mouth on mine. I needed him inside of me, making me come undone. I clawed at his cotton t-shirt, pulling it from his body, and watched it fall to the floor. He grinned devilishly as I bit my lip and lifted my arms over my head.
His hands slid up my body, taking my shirt with them and dropping it to the floor. His fingers slid inside the cups of my bra, pulling my breasts free. I licked my lips in anticipation as he leaned back, his eyes devouring me. A low growl rumbled in his throat as his hands ran up my back and unhooked my bra. My fingers gripped his shoulders as his head lowered to my nipple. His tongue flicked across the tip before his lips surrounded it and began sucking with gentle pressure. I began to pant as he moved to my other breast, and a shiver ran over me as the cold air hit my nipple where his mouth had been.
Kane took a step back as he grabbed my waist and turned me to face the wall. I dropped my bra to the floor as I felt him gently sweep my hair over my shoulder and brush his lips across the nape of my neck.
“Put your hands on the wall,” Kane commanded.
A rush surged through my body as I placed my palms on the cool plaster and waited for him to continue. I felt the intense heat of his body radiating against my naked back as he placed his hands on my outer thighs. A small moan escaped me as his rough fingertips began to slide my skirt upwards. His thumbs hooked in the waist of my lace panties as he dragged them slowly down to my ankles. As I stepped out of them, I felt his fingertips trail up the inside of my thighs. My breath caught as he slid his middle finger along my center, testing me. “Mmm, wet for me already, All Star?”
I heard him unfasten his jeans as he continued tormenting me. Suddenly, I felt his thick erection slide between my legs as one of his hands grabbed my hip. He reached between us and positioned himself at my entrance before thrusting inside of me in one hard, smooth stroke.
A hiss escaped his lips as my body squeezed around him, adjusting to the fullness. I moaned in pleasure, relishing the feeling of him buried inside of me. His hands reached up to cup my breasts as he began shallow thrusts, readying me. He rolled his hips in anguishing rhythm as my fingers grasped at the wall in desperation. His hands moved down to still my hips as he began driving into me with longer, deeper strokes. My body trembled and my breathing became ragged as my climax approached. I gasped as one of his hands reached around to tease my clit. The gentle pressure of his finger overwhelmed me and sent me over the edge.
“Oh, God! Kane!” I cried as the waves of ecstasy rolled through my body. The pleasure was so intense, my legs momentarily buckled. His strong hands gripped my hips and held me upright as my body contracted around his hard cock. My muscles struggled to push him out, but his thrusts were relentless as he quickened his pace, chasing his own release. I began to rock my hips back into his, wanting him to be as satisfied as I was. I felt his cock swell inside me as he reached his orgasm. His growl echoed in the room as his rhythm slowed.
“I’m still not wearing the monkey suit,” he whispered in my ear. I was lost in my sex-induced daze, so I didn’t put up a fight.
“Okay,” I told him as I turned to face him. I wound my arms around his neck and said, “It doesn’t matter. None of it matters. I just want you.”
“You’ve got me.” His lips crashed down on mine as he claimed me with his mouth. My heart ached with the fullness of love for him. He never failed to make me feel like I was the most important thing to him. With his lips still pressed against mine, he bent down and lifted me into his arms. He carried me into the living room and tossed me onto the sofa. He sat down beside me, pulled a blanket over us, and said, “Now woman, let me watch the end of this game.”
I curled into his side, resting my head on his chest and tried to watch the game. I had no idea who was playing, but I didn’t care. I loved being there in his arms. My eyelids grew heavy, but my mind still raced with questions. “Roses or lilies?” I asked with a light yawn.
“Both.”
The warmth of his body next to mine was intoxicating, and I was having a hard time staying awake. “Full meal or appetizers?” I asked as I closed my eyes.
“Both.”
“For what, Baby?”
“For being you. For making me so happy,” I whispered.
“Always, All Star. Now and forever,” he said as he laid me down on the bed and settled himself between my legs. His hard cock brushed against me as he continued, “There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you.”
That’s all it took. We spent the next hour making love, and the world around us disappeared. There were no thoughts of wedding cakes or flowers. It was just the two of us. Nothing else mattered. I knew that our wedding would be everything I’d always dreamed of, because I was marrying Kane - the only man I’d ever truly loved.
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee percolating through the house. I rolled over and was disappointed to see that Kane had already gotten out of bed.
“Kane?” I called out.
When he didn’t answer, I got up, put on my robe, and headed downstairs. Just as I was about to walk into the kitchen, he strutted in carrying a large cardboard box.
“About time you got up,” he said with a disarmingly sexy smile.
“Well, someone kept me up all night,” I replied with a wicked grin, “but you won’t hear me complaining.”
Suddenly, I heard something rustle inside the box. “What’s that?” I asked, prickling with curiosity as he carefully rested it on the counter.