Inked & Filthy: A Bad Boy MC Romance Boxed Set

by Christy Rose

  Chapter Eighteen

  Rebecca

  I dealt with death everyday of my life. I learned early on that you couldn't save everyone. No matter how much experience you had—sometimes people just died.

  I wished I could take away all of Iron's pain and anguish. He didn't explain exactly what happened but I got the idea that one of the Firebrand members was shot and killed. What were they doing? It didn't matter. My poor King.

  I held him close on the bathroom tiles for what seemed like hours. His whimpering slowly faded away and he blew his nose and cleaned up his face. Kiss me, dammit! I didn't want to force it. He might not be in the mood.

  Iron looked deep into my eyes. My heart beat quickened and the butterflies crashed around in my stomach. He leaned in and kissed me. Time froze as his tongue ran over my lips and into my mouth. I moaned against him as our heads moved side to side.

  My hands rested on his strong chest, the Firebrand tattoo burning brightly. Iron bent my neck and nestled in my crook, showering me with kisses. He tugged at my baggy shirt that I suddenly felt embarrassed about for wearing. I didn't know an unbelievably sexy man was going to drop by. I thought it was just going to be a quiet night with Rachel.

  Iron pulled the shirt over my head and marveled at my big breasts in a lacy black bra. His fingers traced over my peaks, sending shivers down my spine. He kissed me again on the lips and moved his way down my neck and to my chest. I unhooked my bra and threw it across the bathroom. Steam from the hot shower was filling the room. Iron pinched my nipples until I cried out. He rubbed them between his fingers, elongating them.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are?” Iron asked.

  I shook my head and my face flushed crimson.

  Iron bent over and sucked on my left breast. I held his head against my chest, taking in every little sensation. The teasing was absolutely tortuous. How much longer could I last?

  I quickly slid my sweatpants off and Iron ran his hands up my thighs. His eyes blazed desire and I knew he wanted me. His fingers hooked into my black thong and slowly peeled them down my smooth legs.

  “Take me, Iron. I can't wait anymore,” I moaned.

  He grinned, wide-eyed, looking around at the bathroom. “Right here?”

  I bit my bottom lip. “Right here. Right now.”

  His fingers brushed against my slit, gathering my wetness. “You're so ready, baby.” Iron moved me over to the bathroom rug and laid me down. He fiddled with his belt and pulled his jeans down along with his boxer briefs. His massive erection flung out and was pulsing up and down. I sat up and reached for his shaft, stroking him. Iron arched his head back and moaned.

  “Lay back down,” he ordered.

  I let go of his manliness and lay down, ready to do whatever he wished. “Let me warn you that I haven't been with a man in years. Be gentle.”

  Iron's eyes narrowed. “Spread your legs.”

  I moved my legs as far as they could go. Iron came over until he was right between my thighs. His erection was so close yet so far. Iron kissed me on the mouth, claiming me again. I felt his tip at my entrance, knocking to come in. I gyrated my hips, trying to get him inside. But Iron wasn't done teasing yet.

  “I've wanted this ever since I woke up in that hospital bed,” he whispered in my ear.

  “Me too,” I replied but barely coherent.

  He pinned me beneath him, his perfect body hovering above. Iron pierced me with one thrust. We both cried out as he filled me up. “You're so fucking tight,” he murmured.

  I couldn't even respond. My brain had shut off and all I could do was feel. Feel his body against mine. Iron inside me, pulling in and out. I swayed my hips towards him, forcing Iron deeper and deeper. The pleasure was too much to handle. I couldn't last much longer.

  “Come for me, Rebecca,” Iron ordered.

  My whole body tensed up and a sudden explosion rippled through me as I came around him. My legs locked around his waist and held him inside me. Iron continued to fuck me harder and harder. Our bodies were red hot from the steam. Our sweat was sticky sweet.

  Iron stilled and bit his bottom lip hard. “Come with me, Rebecca.” Iron found his release, saying my name over and over. I shattered into a million tiny pieces, experiencing the most intense and uncontrollable orgasm ever. Iron collapsed on top of me, panting and full of happiness. Our heart beats raced together.

  “I'd forgotten what that felt like,” I said, exasperated.

  “I've never felt so close to somebody before,” Iron replied, rolling over next to me.

  “I've never come so fast before. How did you do it?”

  Iron ran his fingers through my hair. “We work well together, don't we?”

  I nodded and rested my head against his chest. My fingers traced the Firebrand tattoo. Underneath it was a Latin phrase that I didn't understand—In Pace Ultio. “What does that mean?”

  Iron looked down at his chest. “Means Peace in Vengeance.”

  My eyebrows raised in suspicion. “Not a very happy motto.”

  “That's not the point. In my life, things can go very wrong at any moment. There's only one thing that can bring you peace.”

  I lifted my head up off his chest. “Did you already take revenge for Isaac?” I knew it was wrong to ask the second it left my lips. How could you be so stupid, Rebecca.

  Iron looked lost, staring off into space. “I did get revenge.”

  “Did you find peace?”

  Iron sniffled and shook his head. “Nothing will bring back Isaac. But at least he can rest knowing that his killer was brought to justice.”

  A tattoo of a small gun was marked on his side. “What's this one for?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

  Iron smiled. “I forgot about that one. That was my first tattoo—back when I joined Firebrand.”

  “You mean you didn't get this spider tattoo first?”

  “No when I first joined I had to be a prospect for a year.”

  I scratched his head with my nails and Iron purred like a cat. “Prospect?”

  Iron closed his eyes, deep in thought. “Kind of like a pledge for a fraternity. You do all the shitty work the MC needs done. I got this gun tattooed on my side after my first week with Firebrand. Isaac was with me at the time.” Iron smiled at the memory. “He wanted me to get a sword with fire but I thought a gun would be more badass.”

  I stood up and started putting my panties back on. “You should take a shower. You'll feel better.”

  “Only if you take one with me.” Iron's lips stretched into a grin and he pulled me into his arms. I giggled as he nuzzled his nose against mine. Would I always be this happy with him? He had so much darkness surrounding him. How could we ever live a normal life?

  Chapter Nineteen

  Iron

  How could this be one of the worst nights of my life and the best at the same time? I lost Isaac but Rebecca—the beautiful and understanding woman made me feel so hopeful. That life isn't just about being an outlaw. It could be so much more. I just needed to trust her and follow her lead.

  “Only if you take one with me.” I latched onto her and pulled Rebecca to me. Her lips tasted like candy and I couldn't let go, not even to breathe.

  I craned her neck to the side, revealing her bare and sensitive skin. I sucked on her, nibbling and love-biting. I looked at her backside in the bathroom mirror, mesmerized by her nice ass in a thong. I reached down and squeezed each cheek hard.

  Rebecca jumped at the pain and scoffed. I loved it when she was playfully mad at me. I escaped into the tall shower and closed the steamy door, shutting Rebecca out. The hot water hit my head and cascaded down my body, warming me all over. I closed my eyes and let it wash away all the pain.

  Rebecca knocked at the shower door. I could only see a naked silhouette of her through the fog. “Mr. King, the doctor is here to see you now.”

  I opened the door. “It's about time. I need my annual checkup.”

  Rebecca bounced into the shower, c
losing her eyes and soaking her blonde hair. Her hands caressed my body, moving from my chest down my happy trail. “There's seems to be a problem down here.”

  I gasped. “What could it be, Doctor Holmes?”

  “You're abnormally thick and long,” she replied, gripping my erection. “We need to release the pressure immediately.”

  I nodded and bit my lower lip as she deftly stroked me. She was so good at this—too good at this. The pleasure was building more and more. I didn't want to come yet. It wasn't time yet. Rebecca kissed me and forced her tongue into my mouth. I had to snatch her hand away from my manliness before it was too late.

  I took a deep breath and refocused my energy. It was her turn to feel the unrelenting ecstasy. I felt up her breasts, massaging and kneading them. I stuck my index finger into Rebecca's mouth and she sucked on me hard.

  “I'm so ready for you,” Rebecca murmured.

  I moved my hand between her thighs and grazed her sex. Rebecca moaned as I slipped two fingers inside her. She was so wet and slippery that it was almost too easy. She collapsed against me, holding onto me tight. I kissed her hard as I forced my fingers deeper and deeper.

  “That feels so good, Iron. Please don't stop,” Rebecca yelled.

  I pinched her erect nipples and I continued to fuck her with my fingers. Her body reacted with a spasm every time I pulled in and out. I could feel her tighten around me. She was close. I curled my fingers and pushed against her wall. Rebecca opened her mouth and let out a groan, her body quivering all over.

  The sight of her coming almost made me climax too soon. I spun her around and pinned Rebecca against the shower door. The water from the shower hit the top of her back and ran down her spine. She pushed out her ass until she met my erection. I was pressed right in between her ass cheeks and Rebecca rubbed me up and down.

  “I'm going to have you now,” I whispered. Rebecca's hands moved to the top of the shower door to hang on. I slowly thrust into her, stretching and filling her. My fingers gripped onto her hips as I eased my way in and out. Over and over again, I drilled my way inside her and Rebecca moaned at the top of her lungs. My hips moved to the beat of my heart.

  “Harder, Iron,” she commanded.

  I gathered her hair into a short ponytail and tugged, snapping her head back. I used her hair as leverage as I pounded her against the shower door. “I'm close,” I warned Rebecca.

  “Wait for me,” she begged. I used every ounce of power to hold my orgasm at bay.

  Rebecca came around me, almost bucking me off her, and I finally found my sweet release. “Oh Rebecca,” I moaned.

  We fell to the shower floor in a sweaty and wet mess. “I never knew sex could be so good,” I said, chuckling to myself.

  “'Me either. My orgasms are like nuclear bombs going off inside me. I don't think I'm going to be able to walk for days.”

  I collected Rebecca in my arms and laid her against me. My heart was beating so fast against her back. No woman had ever made me feel this way. “Do you ever get scared when you operate on someone?” I asked.

  “What made you think of that?” she replied, looked back at me.

  I shrugged. “Just curious I guess. I've never really been with a doctor before.”

  “The key to keeping calm is knowing how to control your fear. You must have some idea of the concept whenever you're in gunfight. When I was nine years old, my family went on a vacation to the Grand Canyon. It wasn't so much a vacation as it was a way for my father to educate us more. Anyways while I was admiring the massiveness of the canyon, I felt something on my foot. I looked down to see a black scorpion crawling across my sandal.”

  “Holy shit, that would have freaked me the fuck out.”

  Rebecca nodded. “I wanted to kick it away and run for the hills. But my dad noticed me and screamed to stay frozen. The scorpion stayed put and didn't move. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and my dad made me breathe in and out slowly. The fear slowly subsided and the scorpion moved along after a few moments. If my dad wasn't there, I would've tried to fling him off and I surely would've been stung. Now whenever something goes wrong in the operating room, I just remember to breathe until the fear goes away. Nothing could be scarier than a scorpion about to strike.”

  I shivered. “I hate bugs. I would have kicked it away no matter what.”

  “I can't imagine you hating bugs.” Rebecca laughed, pointing at my tattoo.

  “Silly woman, that isn't real. But if an actual Firebrand was around, I'd already be out of the apartment.”

  Rebecca patted my leg. “Don't worry, Iron, I'll protect you.”

  I sneaked my hands under her armpits and tickled her until she apologized.

  After we both calmed down, I looked at my fingers. “Might be time to get out now, I'm all pruned.”

  Rebecca wrapped my arms around her. “But it feels so nice in here.”

  I smiled and raked my fingers through her hair. I never wanted to leave. Rebecca was someone I could actually commit to. A woman who was my equal. Someone I could love.

  Chapter Twenty

  Rebecca

  The clock radio next to my bed started to ring at eight in the morning. My hand reached out from under the covers and searched around until I found the snooze button. Strong arms wrapped around me and a sculpted body spooned me from behind. I looked over to see Iron all naked and smiling next to me.

  “Good morning, Rebecca.” Iron yawned.

  “I didn't think you were the type of guy to stay the night.”

  “There's always a first for everything.” Iron kissed me and his morning breath didn't even bother me.

  I rolled over and nestled in the nook between his arm and chest. “Can we stay in bed all day?”

  Iron traced his fingers across the bare skin of my arm. “I wouldn't want anything more.”

  Was this really happening? Did I really sleep with the biker? I wanted to pinch myself to make sure it wasn't a dream. I'd never felt this happy before. Not even when I graduated from med school or became a real doctor. I always thought I'd dedicate my life to my career—that it would be enough to satisfy me.

  I didn't know what I was missing.

  I felt this overwhelming love for Iron. I'd only known him for a short while but it felt right. Felt like we belonged together. But could this really work? We were so different. Could I stay with an outlaw?

  “Do you think we could really work together?”

  Iron lifted my chin until his gaze met mine. “Don't we deserve to be happy?”

  I kissed him, feeling his strong embrace. “Yes,” I replied. “How about some breakfast?” I asked.

  Iron nodded. “Sounds fantastic. I didn't know you knew how to cook.”

  I laughed. “I don't actually. My sister Rachel has been doing all the cooking even though she isn't very good either.”

  Iron cocked an eyebrow.“She's the one that said she'll kill me if I hurt you, right?”

  I sucked my lips in. “Yep, she's the one. I'm sorry, she's actually pretty harmless.”

  Iron hid behind the sheets. “I think I'll stay here why you go find us some breakfast.”

  I swung my legs over him and straddled his hips. “Don't tell me the great Iron King is afraid of a girl?”

  Iron swung a pillow out of nowhere and hit me right in the face. He could barely contain his laughter. I scoffed and grabbed my own pillow, swinging with all my might. My hit didn't even phase him. Iron attacked with his tickling that rendered me useless. I fell over and Iron rolled on top of me, pinning my arms above my head. His dark eyes gazed into mine, his lips all serious.

  “I'm never going to leave you, Rebecca Holmes.” He bent down and bit my bottom lip.

  “You better not, or I'll hunt you down,” I replied, kissing him passionately.

  Maybe an outlaw and a doctor could actually be together?

  Epilogue

  Rebecca

  It was the perfect day for a picnic. The sun was shining brightly and there wasn
't a cloud in the sky. A huge crowd was gathering in the park for the annual picnic in Sacks County. I looked to the other end of our flannel blanket and Iron was sitting up, unloading our lunches from the picnic basket.

  I lay back and soaked up the sun, holding my swollen belly. I stretched out my legs and arms, the diamonds on my wedding ring reflected back at me.

  “How's our boy doing?” Iron asked.