by Ker Dukey
She launches herself into my arms, wrapping her slender legs around my waist. I slip my hands under her dress and grope her tight ass. She’s filled out over the years, and I love every new inch of her. Our lips crash together, exploring, greeting each other. She tastes of vanilla and cocoa. I want to strip her bare and reintroduce my dick to her tight little pussy.
“The boys are all waiting for you at the club,” she breathes against my lips.
“They can wait.”
* * *
The drive home with her straddling the back of me was fucking torture I could feel the heat of her pussy pressed against me, beckoning me to pull over, slip those panties aside and plunge my tongue deep into her pussy lips, tasting all the flavor I know she’s got for me.
I kick open the front door and waltz inside with her wrapped around my waist.
I crash us against the wall and savor her lips, cheek, jaw. I nibble her neck and grind my cock into her. She whimpers and moans. Her skin’s soft and the planes of her body soft, pliable. I want to bend her over and fuck her raw from behind. Flip her on to her back and take my time devouring her like that. Consuming her mouth, and tits while grinding hard into this tight pussy. Fuck I’m going to come in my pants if I don’t calm down.
I place her on her feet and rest my forehead against hers, breathing heavy. My hands palm her fat tits and squeeze them, let the plump mounds caress my palm. They’ve grown since last time I had them in my hands.
I would never have subjected her to conjugal visits if they allowed them, which they didn’t, so it feels like this is our first time together all over again. I don’t want to fuck it up or rush it.
“Slade,” she breathes, her eyes looking downcast at her feet.
“Look at me,” I tell her, tipping her chin up with my finger.
There’s fear in her eyes, and it paralyzes me. “I’m scared,” she confesses, shattering my heart. It’s been ten long years, but Brenner’s imprint is everlasting. I need to show her that he doesn’t rule her anymore, he doesn’t live here when it’s us two.
I take her hand and guide her upstairs and into the bedroom.
“We can just lay together, hold each other,” I promise her. Lies, I’d at least have to slip off for a jerk it.
She begins to cry, stealing the air from my lungs. Wrapping her in my arms, I squeeze her to me and let her know that I’m here. I’m never leaving her again. She’s mine, and I’m hers. Always.
She pulls back and sniffles and then giggles. “Sorry, it’s just that I haven’t…”
“It’s okay, baby.”
She bites her lip and begins unbuttoning her dress. My heart rate picks up. I’m so fucking hard I might split open if I don’t relieve it soon.
Her dress pools at her feet and I scan over every inch she’s revealed. Curves make my mouth water. I want to taste her, have the touch of her on my tongue. But I know, as does she, that this first time is going to be as hard as it is sweet, as quick as it is intense. She’s changed, the slim lines of the girl she once was have been replaced with the curves of a woman. I’m the luckiest man alive, and I’m going to show her every minute of every hour that she was right to wait for me. I’ll make her so deliriously happy people will think she’s high all the fucking time.
She takes steps back when I advance on her. She can’t help but giggle when she keels back onto the bed, her back bouncing on the mattress, making those fat tits bounce enticing me. I’m on her in seconds.
“Is this okay?” I ask, nervous that this might be pushing her.
Her eyes lock onto mine, and for a moment I have to search them. I have to know who she is seeing, Brenner or me. But the way her gaze fills with pleasure, and the feel of her heated breaths as they whisper over my face, I know damn well there’s only me she sees right now.
“He doesn’t live here. In this house, in this room. It’s just us. Make love to me, Slade,” she breathes and, damn, if that isn’t permission. Pain ruptures my lip when her teeth puncture it, the hungry clash of our mouths bruising and needy. But it’s the sound of her erotic groan when I slip my hands between her thighs and feel the damp heat pooling inside her pink juicy pussy that makes me fucking crazy. Plunging a finger inside her, I sigh.
She arches her back off the bed and grabs my forearm, pushing me in deeper. I finger fuck her while taking turns sucking on her hard-rosy nipples. When her walls clench on to my fingers and throb, her essence leaking over them, I can’t wait any longer. I slip them out and suck them into my mouth, tasting my woman. I line us up and push inside her. My hands fist her hair and I struggle to hold back.
“Slade.” The sound of my name tumbling from her mouth in such a sexy way has me ramming home.
Her back arches, pushing her large tits up into me. Leaning down, I take her plump nipple between my teeth and nibble as my hips buck into her.
“Fuck me, Slade,” she urges, and I do. I plunge in, relishing the sound of my balls slapping against her ass. Fuck, just the sound of hearing her beg nearly empties my balls deep inside her. The feel of her hot pussy around my cock is as blissful as it is torturous. My entire body trembles with the need to come, but not yet. I need to savor her, relish in her scent and her touch, and revel in the sound of her ecstasy merging with my own.
I move slower, possessing every inch of her warmth. In. Out. Slow. Easy. Her gaze is soft as she stares up at me, the love in her eyes as potent as what reflects back at her from my own. It had taken so long for us to get here, and the feel of her, once again, is as beautiful as I had imagined it would be. She had waited. My girl had put her life on hold. For me. For her old man. She deserves the world for that, never mind a few orgasms.
Reaching down, I slip my hand between our joined bodies and rub lightly over her clit with my thumb. She gasps, her mouth forming a perfect O as a climax belts through her body.
I smirk at her when she gulps in huge pockets of oxygen to right her whirling mind. “Good?”
“You seriously have to ask?”
I shrug and lean down to nibble on her jawline. “Nah, not really. One more. Then it’s my turn.”
“Oh, God,” she pants and bites her lip as I swirl my hips and grind deep into her.
Her fingers clutch at me as she rides the high with me, our united bodies demanding pleasure.
I speed up, thrusting hard and filling her up. Her nails embed into the flesh on my back and her heels drive into my ass, urging me to go deeper and harder.
“I love you,” she whispers.
I snap my eyes open. I hadn’t even realized they were shut tight. “I fucking love you so much more, Mrs. Walker.”
Her body tightens again, and she makes a keening sound, making my head and cock want to explode. She’s staring up at me with helplessness, vulnerable need, hunger mixed with relief. Love mixed with fear. She pushes at my chest, leading me to turn onto my back so she can straddle my waist.
Her pussy slides down onto me excruciatingly slow. She’s almost levitating over me, teasing me, making me live in the moment of anticipation. She strangles my cock, flexing her hips and tightening her inner muscles. Her hands splay over my chest. Her tits dangle like the fruit of the forbidden tree.
Her movements gain speed and strength. She gyrates on top of me as I lift my hips, burying myself so deep I become a part of her.
A heat fires up my spine and my balls pull tight. Cum forces its way out of me like a raging river breaking its dam.
“Oh god,” she hisses through clenched teeth. “Slade!”
She bucks and makes a high-pitched moan that appears to last an eternity. Her body flops down over mine and she smiles against my chest. Our sweat coats us in a wet sheen.
I’ve been waiting for forever for this.
She lifts her head up to grin at me. “Again?” she asks seductive and giddy.
Fuck yes, again and again.
We fly together.
We always will.
32
Scorch
Dar
by throws her shot back and grins at me. Picking up the slice of lime, she holds it between her teeth and points to me.
I chuck mine back, lick the salt that she’s poured over her cleavage, and then suck the lime from her lips. The bitter juices spurt over my tongue and my brothers cheer.
The door opens and a rapturous roar sounds as Frost is welcomed home. Damn, I’ve missed that son of a bitch. He hasn’t aged a fucking day, the bastard, must use lotion. I’ve seen Darby plaster her face with that shit and her skin’s as soft as a baby’s butt.
Avery is trailing behind him, her hand firmly gripped by Frost. Give the girl her due, she stuck by him, waited ten fucking years for him to get out like a real biker Princess. We don’t call her that now because Brenner ruined that term for her, but she will always be a Lilith’s Army Princess.
My thoughts fade from Avery to another Lilith’s Army Princess. She’s never far from my thoughts, even after all this time. She left us all and didn’t look back.
I refrained from asking anyone about her because it hurt too much. She changed something inside me. Closed my heart off. Darby has tried her best over the years to knock down the walls I’ve built up but as much as I’d like to offer everything she deserves, it’s just not in me. Doesn’t stop me from keeping her though. I’m a selfish cunt, always have been. Plus, she knows what she got into when she pursued me.
Frost stops in front of me and grins. I hand him a shot and mimic his smile. “Welcome home, brother.”
We clink and drink.
Tank comes barreling out of his office with a face that could make any man nervous. The jagged scar running around his face looks even angrier with the age lines he’s gained over the years. Still a handsome prick though.
His tall frame comes to a halt next to me, but he’s facing Frost. “Well about time you got your ass here,” he growls. And then he shocks us all and pulls his son into his arms, dragging poor Avery with him. They have an awkward three-way hug, and the beam on Prez’s face is scarier than his scowl.
“Son, I’ve missed your cocky ass around this place,” he confesses.
Prez looks behind him at the woman coming from his office. I grin and shake my head as she saunters up next to Prez and curls her arm around his mammoth waist. “Oh, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” she coos.
Frost eyeballs me and I grin. “Frost, meet my mom, your new step-mom.”
He cocks a brow and the brothers roar with laughter.
“Well fuck me,” Frost grunts.
“I’d prefer not to,” Mom jests. Prez tips his head back and booms with laughter before picking her up and pressing his hairy face into her neck.
Gross.
“Kiwi,” I bark. She almost drops the glass she’s polishing and sends an evil glare my way. “We gonna put some music on and turn this shindig into the real fucking deal, or what? Our brother’s home bitch!”
The front door opens, and all eyes move to the woman who’s just walked through it.
My heart pounds against my ribcage.
Dark hair flows in auburn strands over her slim shoulders. Perky fucking tits that show a fantastic fucking cleavage and reveal tanned skin. Her waist tapers off, dipping in and then flaring out at her hips. Jeans hug her skin like they were created in a factory just for her supple figure.
Rhiannon. Fucking. Walker.
My eyes move to the small person next to her. A golden-haired girl about eight or nine years old stands beside her, holding her hand tightly. She’s the fucking replica of Rhiannon. All except her hair and eyes. Those brown orbs stare directly at me.
It’s like I’m looking in a fucking mirror.
Silence is deafening.
Until she opens her mouth.
“We’re not interrupting anything are we?”
The end... for now.
Playlist
Found What I’ve Been Looking For - Tom Grennan
Need The Sun To Break - James Bay
Crazy - Royal Bliss
A Monster Like Me - Mørland & Debrah Scarlett
Boston - Dermot Kennedy
Heartland - Tom Walker
World Gone Mad - Bastille
Hold Me Now - Red
Bright Lights - Thirty Seconds to Mars
Tie a Knot - Miakoda
My Heart is Broken - Evanescence
Hunger - Ross Copperman
Bad Love - Sleeping Wolf
If Today Was Your Last Day - Nickelback
Just For - Nickelback
No One Like You - Scorpions
Champion (remix) - Fall Out Boy & RM of BTS
Bloody City - Sam Tinnesz
Take Control - Kodaline
Shine On - Passport to Stockholm
You’re in the Army Now - Debrah Scarlett
Gravity - Javier Colon
Sober - Tom Brennan
Church - Fall Out Boy
Losing Hold - Esterly & Austin Jenckes
Bad Man - Esterly & Austin Jenckes
Uncrazy (acoustic) - ASFHeeN & Rebecca Ferguson
Take The Fall - Jaxson Gamble
Reckless - - Jaxson Gamble
18 and Life - Skid Row
Ghost Magnetic - David Cook
Devil’s Gonna Come - Raphael Lake & Royal Baggs
Champion - Barns Courtney
Hellfire - Barns Courtney
Find the playlist here
Acknowledgments
A huge thank you to you the reader for picking up this title and reading through until the end. I’m so glad you rode this crazy journey with us.
MC is such a great genre to write as it lets me go as dirty and dark as my pitch, black heart desires.
Thank you for always being patient and for always supporting me.
These books don’t happen on their own, so a BIG thank you to Dawn, my co-writer. Betas, proofreaders, editor, cover designer, and cheerleaders.
Special mention to Rosa, who is my cheerleader and my amazing beta. Love you, doll face.
Nicky, thank you for always being on team, Ker, and dropping everything to read for me, you’re awesome. <3
A huge thanks to Allison Irwin, you’re an awesome beta/proof reader. Thanks for all your endless screen shots, and pushing me to make it perfect.
Thank you to Teresa Nicholson for dropping everything and reading for me, you rock.
Big thank you to Terrie and my girls in my darKER group for keeping me relevant in the smoggy world of social media.
The cover, created by Amy Queau is perfection as always.
Thank you to all the incredible blogs who share the love for my titles. Without you, I would struggle to get titles out there.
Thank you to everyone who makes time to leave a review. I can’t express enough how important reviews are, so thank you.
To my fellow authors/friends for cross promo and sharing and offering support. You guys rock!
Big shout out to my wonderful group members in Dukey’s darKER souls, thank you for all your love and support we’re like a family in there and I love you all.
And last by in no means least, thank you to my family who sacrifice time with me so I can create these worlds. You’re my world.
About Ker
My books all tend to be darker romance, edge of your seat, angst-filled reads. My advice to my readers when starting one of my titles... prepare for the unexpected.
I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bedtime stories with my sisters growing up.
My mom would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. Not all love stories are made from light; some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.
When I’m not lost in the world of characters, I love spending time with my family. I’m a mom and that comes first in my life, but when I do get down time, I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.
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About DH Sidebottom
Author of The Heart of Stone, Room 103, Caged, and The Blue Butterfly series’.
D H Sidebottom is a full-time mum/writer. She lives in Derbyshire, England with her partner, children and two dogs.
She is an avid reader, and her tastes range from horror to erotic. She loves to help new authors get into the ‘scene’.
