“Done.”
“Then strip me down and fuck me already.”
A shudder tore through his body at her husky demand. He grabbed her shirt hem and pulled it off over her head. The instant he saw her bared, the air was slammed from his chest. “Beautiful,” he got out with a groan. Tight nipples surrounded by darker areolas topped heavy breasts. She was his fantasy made real, and she was all his. Dipping his head toward a nipple, he flicked it with his tongue and then latched on.
Her hips lifted to rub against his cock while a moan tore from her body. Krista grabbed onto his head and hair, pressing him in closer to her lush breast. Sucking hard he rolled the nipple against the roof of his mouth while grabbing her ass in both hands to pull her tighter against his throbbing dick.
Krista used the hold on his hair to yank him up for a kiss. Thrusting his tongue in to meet hers in a duel, Viper pushed up to his feet and spun around. Slowly, he laid her out on the bed, keeping their mouths fused together. His weight pushed her into the bedding but never stopped her hips from moving. She was trying to drive him insane.
He pulled back to ditch his boxers and tug the scrap of material from between her legs. After finding and putting on a condom, he pounced on her again. Stroking a hand down her side, he caught at her leg to yank it up over his hip. She got on board with the plan and moved her other leg into position, locking her ankles at his back.
When she bit and sucked on his lower lip, Viper nearly lost what little sanity remained. Focusing was becoming harder, much like his cock. He still retained enough thought to slip a hand between them to see if she was ready. Smooth, soft, and wet flesh met his touch. Thrusting in a finger, and then two, he found her soaking wet and hot.
She let out a gasp and threw back her head, providing him access to her throat. He gave an open-mouthed kiss to her thundering pulse point before he nibbled a path to her shoulder. Working in a third finger, he stretched her while his thumb teased her clit. Her tight muscles locked down on his digits, and she came with a scream.
He wasn’t done with her. Hell, he’d barely even started. Pumping his fingers through the tight grip she had on him, he scraped his teeth down her upper chest. Krista arched her back, pushing those beautiful breasts up, a silent plea he couldn’t ignore. With a small wiggle, he eased lower and took a nipple into his mouth. He timed the sucks to the movements his fingers were making.
“Viper, please, more.” Krista scraped her short nails up his back and grabbed onto his head, holding him to her chest.
He let out a growl and flicked her clit, and then moved to her other breast. By this point, Krista was writhing on the bed. Nonsensical words came out in bursts between moans and the occasional plea. She even tossed in a couple threats to his life if he didn’t get things moving along. Those amused him the most. He’d never have pegged her for the sort.
The second orgasm was torn from her and he was ninety-nine percent sure he lost a handful of hair in the process. Cursing, he moved with her hold on him to minimize damage the best he could. The end result was a scorching kiss and more pleas for his cock.
A request he was willing to fulfill. Dragging his fingers free, Viper settled over her once more and guided his cock between her folds. Another curse broke free at the heat wrapping around his latex-covered cock. Krista bucked wildly against him. Unable to resist, he thrust in hard and then stilled at her scream. It was one filled with pain.
“Baby?” he croaked out.
She shook her head. “I’m okay. Fuck me, but you’re a big boy.”
Worry overrode his natural urge to puff up his chest in pride. Cupping her face, he stared into her eyes. He didn’t move a millimeter until she began to squirm in need and her inner walls rhythmically began to squeeze and release his cock. He gave a last look into her eyes to ensure she was with him, and he caught up her hands. Lacing their fingers together, he pressed them over her head and began to slowly thrust.
Chapter Thirteen
She was in heaven. She had to be; nothing had ever felt this good before. Viper’s cock slid between her folds while deliciously scraping against her clit. The sensations where their skin brushed raising goose bumps all over had Krista holding tighter to his hands. Those hands were the only things anchoring her down, she was sure.
She arched her back and let out a whimper when her sensitive nipples brushed the hair lightly coating his chest. Too much stimulation all at once was frying out her mind. She was desperately trying to stay in the moment, catalogue everything in case it was a dream, but her synapses were firing at a rate unable to fully comprehend what was happening.
Then there was no more thinking. She could only drown in the feelings coursing through her body. One second she was anchored by Viper’s hands and body weight, and the next she was flying. A scream tore free that sounded a long way off, followed seconds later by her name being shouted in a familiar voice. It didn’t matter who it was or why they were calling her—all that mattered was the blissful pleasure thrumming through her veins.
Alas, all good things came to an end at some point. Her return to earth was gentle, and when everything came back into focus again, she found herself wrapped up in Viper’s arms. He was stroking her hair and staring down at her with an intensity he normally reserved for everyone and everything else in his life. “Back with me?”
A smile curled her lips, and she stretched out. She luxuriated in how fucking awesome she was feeling. “We are totally doing that again,” she said.
His green eyes sparked. Leaning in, he kissed her. “I think that is a damn fine idea.” He began to nuzzle at her throat.
Krista threw a leg up over his hip and pulled him in closer. God, but she couldn’t get enough. Viper was like a drug and she was happily addicted. Threading her fingers through his dark hair, she rocked her hips in need.
Then he pulled back, pressing kisses to her collarbone, chest, and belly. She let out a protest and tried to hold onto him, but he slipped free. She pushed up onto her elbows and watched him kiss a path down to her mound. She fell back when he eased her legs apart to put his mouth on her clit. Krista scrambled for something, anything, to anchor her. One hand grabbed onto the bedding under her and the other latched onto his hair. Whether it was to tug him away or urge him on, she was undecided in the first few minutes.
After that, the hold she had was definitely put to good use to encourage him. The man had a fan-fucking-tastically talented tongue. Toes curling tighter, she alternated between trying to crush his skull with her thighs and spreading them wider to gain leverage to push her pussy closer to his face.
The orgasm came from nowhere, slamming into her, and caused her to arch off the bed with a scream. Only the arm Viper threw over her hips kept her from bucking her ass right onto the floor. When it ended, she practically melted into the bed. Every bone felt liquid, every muscle beyond relaxed, and her mind nothing more than a pleasant hum of satisfaction.
Viper pushed up to his knees and licked his lips. Damn if that wasn’t fucking sexy as hell. Had she actually been capable of forming words, she might have commented on it. In her current state, all Krista managed was a needy whimpering sound—one that had him crawling over her to give her a kiss. Her taste mixed with his and nearly shorted out what little brain function remained by the time he pulled back.
Her gaze dropped ran down his chest until his cock caught her attention. He’d ditched the condom at some point, she realized before her brain started to catalogue the beauty that was his dick. Long, thick, and weeping, it bobbed between them. Instantly, more liquid pooled between her legs, and need had her squirming. She might be incapable of words right then, but he seemed to be picking up on her request well enough.
Actions she could manage, mostly. Jerkily, Krista grabbed onto his cock and stroked it. A desperate sound came from him that pulled her attention up to his face. His eyelids were low, the thick, dark lashes casting shadows. The slightest brush of red coated his cheeks, and his breathing was strained.
She slid her hand up his cock and then back down and gave it a squeeze. Viper’s hips jerked forward into her hold. Krista repeated the motions and gained the same response. Licking her lips, she made the motion again faster and a little harder. Viper was now rocking his hips in time to her strokes.
Reaching the head, she slid her thumb over the slit. His pre-cum made it a slick glide. Krista’s mouth watered with need for a taste. Biting her lower lip, she took a quick inventory and then wiggled down the bed until she was in the perfect position. After a small redirect with her hand, her mouth was able to latch onto his cock. Viper let out an incoherent sound followed by several curses that had her squirming in pleasure. She’d done that to him, and she’d barely even started.
She’d only ever given head twice before. Neither encounter had been anything to write home about. Krista didn’t exactly know what she was doing, but with Viper it didn’t seem to matter. Her instincts kicked in to guide her. That and the fact he was so fucking vocal helped. The man certainly had a foul mouth on him, and Krista was learning words she’d never known before. Unusual, given that she’d hung around the clubhouse quite often in her younger years and the members hadn’t always remembered to watch their language.
She flicked her tongue along his slit and then took him deep into her mouth. His girth made her jaw stretch, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. A hand wrapped around her nape, and a quick glance to his face showed he was now watching her suck him off. Fucking hell, that was a serious turn on.
His expression was strained, heat in his eyes and sweat beading on his temples. She’d done that to him, and she planned to do a hell of a lot more. Returning her focus to the task at hand, literally, she began to move her mouth up and down his length. After a couple strokes, she found a rhythm she could work with that seemed to make him curse the most. Krista got her hand moving in time with her mouth, and when she was sure she was balanced, reached up with her free hand to cup his balls.
Viper’s swearing went to a whole new level. Her clit was pulsing frantically in time with her heartbeat. Hollowing out her cheeks, she sucked his cock in deeper and swallowed when she thought she just might choke. The result was his hand clenching around her neck, his cock twitching in her mouth, and something fully incoherent spewing verbally from him.
Krista smiled around his cock. She’d just found the money-maker move.
She breathed through her nose, relaxed her throat, and took him deeper. Closing her eyes, Krista gave in to the sensations and enjoyed herself. Viper’s hand flexed and released on her neck, telling her exactly what he was feeling. When he tightened the hold to the edge of pain, she snapped up her eyelids and looked back at his face.
“I’m going to come,” he said through his teeth. His features were strained, cheeks red, and eyes not entirely focused.
Since that was her goal, she sucked harder and lightly squeezed his balls. He jerked his hips forward and thrust his cock deeper into her throat. Swallowing, she moaned around his girth. He bit off a curse and began to pump his hips. His movements weren’t completely controlled.
Krista’s hand on his cock kept him from going too far. She let out another moan when the first salty hit landed on her tongue. His balls tightened more in her hand. With another light squeeze, she arched up when he stiffened, let out a bellow, and came down her throat.
He was panting roughly, hands braced on the bedding while she licked him clean. When she was done, he hauled her up with his hold on her nape and kissed her hard. Letting her tongue dance with his, she smiled at the twinge his cock gave against her belly. She was seriously glad he had such an amazing recovery time, because she needed his cock inside her again, yesterday.
Chapter Fourteen
Bender handed him the binoculars and then pointed at the building before them. “Second floor window, blue curtains. There’s a small gap that you can see through. It’s not much but…”
Putting the binoculars to his eyes, Viper got the gap in sight and then tightened up the focus. The jean-clad leg that came into view was familiar. Not the leg, but the stitched pattern running down the leg. There were very few people he knew that had jeans with that particular stitching. Fewer still would be sitting on the floor in an unfriendly clubhouse.
He couldn’t be sure, but the odds were good. He handed the glasses over to Bones and drew back from the ridge. Viper turned to look at the other club members. After Bones had his look, he shifted around to face the group. “What do you think?”
Bones scratched at his thick beard. “Looks like the jeans she was wearing at the dinner. Makes sense if they got to her before she’d gotten ready for bed. Which works with the nightgown still draped on the end of their bed. I’m going to say it’s her. How the hell do we get her and Duke outta there without bloodshed?”
Viper had been thinking about that. “We go knock on the door.”
The other members all gave him looks that pretty much screamed he was crazy. Not a point he’d argue with most days. But Duke had given him the enforcer position in the club for two reasons. The first being that Viper had a loose moral compass that allowed him to do the dirty work when it was necessary. The second was his brain. Many underestimated him, and that was their problem. Today, his smarts might be what kept everyone alive.
“Hear me out,” he said. The plan was forming slowly, and it might even work. But it all depended on catching them off guard. Including the guys watching the compounds gates. “We slip a couple people over the fence to knock out the guys watching the main road. Then we slip inside. We’re going to have to assume that they’re getting bored with this gig and won’t have anyone watching the monitors. Either way, we redirect the cameras and stay off any we can’t reach.”
“That’s a lot to assume, brother.”
“I know, Stone, but we know they aren’t exactly happy about this situation from what was overheard in town. Once we’re all inside, we tie up the two guys at the gate, and leave them off in the shade. We find a spot to work with, get everyone but myself inside, and then I go knock on the door. When I knock, you know they’ll look at the monitors and see who’s there.
“It’ll go one of two ways from this point. Curiosity makes them open the door, or they grab up arms and start shooting. If they go for the guns, you guys, make it clear that that’s not the right choice to make and let me in. If it’s curiosity that has them answering, we’ll play it by ear.”
“Once you knock, make sure you’re not in the way should they decide to go with the guns options instead,” Bones said.
Viper nodded. “I plan on going home in one piece, brother. I’ll knock, step back, and to the side. The building is mainly cinder block. It’ll be fine.” He hoped.
A couple guys didn’t look convinced, but they kept their mouths shut. Bones he couldn’t read, but he knew the VP was thinking through everything. Finally, Bones gave a nod. “Let’s get busy. We’re going to hear enough grief about this already. The longer we delay, the worse it’ll be.”
“Who unties Nadine?” Merc asked.
The question everyone had been avoiding. Hands flew out to point at various people, and the majority landed on Viper. “Fuckers,” he muttered. “I say we untie Duke and let him decide when to let his old lady loose. Now get moving. Merc, Stone, you two are going over the fence. Don’t kill the guards. We’re not here to start a war with the Devils. If they were doing this for Porter, we need them to see the error and give us information. If Duke wants them dead later, that’s his call. Our only job is to get our people out safe.”
Merc and Stone headed off around the hill they were all hiding behind, and worked their way through the brush and scraggly trees to the fence near an outbuilding. Using it for cover, they got in closer and started to climb once they reached the fence. At the top was razor wire that Merc stopped to cut through. With a gap made, they were over and out of view behind the outbuilding seconds later.
“I have a bad feeling,” Kip muttered under his breath.
Viper turned to look at him and lifted an eyebrow in question.
Kip shrugged and began to worry the leather bracelet his daughter had made for him. It was something he wore at all times and played with when things quite possibly might go to shit.
Not a great sign when they’d barely begun. A whistle caught their attention, and they all turned to find Stone waving them in. “Eyes open, get the cameras pointed at the sky, and find a way in. I’ll stay under the camera by the front door until you text me you’re inside, Bones. And for the love of fuck, make sure your phones have the ringer off. We can’t have anything giving us away.”
Bones clapped a hand to his shoulder and headed down the hill to the gate that now stood open. Merc had jumped off a crate he’d used to redirect the camera away from their approach. Viper trailed the group, his eyes on Kip. He noted the other man was jumpy. His own gut said everything was kosher, but Kip always had had an unusual sense of self-preservation. Keeping that in mind, he made his way into position while the others slipped around the building.
Viper leaned back against the cinder block. He took out his phone and made sure it was on silent, and that vibrate was on its lowest setting. Then he stood there mentally twiddling his thumbs. He hated not knowing what was happening. That and standing idle waiting to go into action grated on his nerves.
His phone buzzed in his hand. He flipped it open and read the text quickly. Everyone was in position, and ready for him to knock. Pocketing the phone, Viper stepped out into the camera’s sight line and knocked on the door. Then he took a large step to one side, ensuring the doorframe—steel, if he guessed right—was between him and any bullets.
A minute later, the door opened a crack. Viper stared back into the eye peeking through. The door slammed shut, and he heard movement on the other side. When it next opened, it was to reveal the Devil’s president—with a gun to his head.
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