Dangerous (Nomad Outlaws Trilogy Book 2)

by Tory Richards

  “Jace!” She shivered in my arms, grinding her pussy against me.

  Fuck, I wanted her as naked as I was. “You’re driving me crazy, baby,” I growled around a nipple. “Drop those legs so I can get those shorts off,” I demanded gruffly. She laughed softly, doing as I’d ordered. I undid the snap and yanked the zipper down before pulling the shorts down her hips and legs. She stepped out of them without being told to, and then my hand was at her pussy. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

  She whimpered when my finger entered her. I wasn’t gentle. My need for her was too intense. Her little cunt was hot as a furnace and so tight, sucking my finger inside. I added another one, curling them against the soft patch of nerves that made her quiver and moan uncontrollably.

  “Come for me,” I rasped, merciless in my attack of her sweet spot. My dick felt like it was going to burst at any second, but I was determined to make her come first. Then I was going to fuck the hell out of her.

  “Jace–” She caught her breath. I could tell she was about to come. She clenched around my fingers. “Oh, God!”

  I felt her body unleash in a series of short convulsions, and then my hand was flooded with her cream. I captured her moans with my lips, enjoying the sting of her nails as they dug into my arms. She barely had time to come down when I pulled my fingers out, lined up my dick to her opening, and penetrated her in one hard plunge. Her sharp inhale was music to my ears. Nothing else mattered after that. My dick took over, fucking her hot, wet cunt with everything I had. And she took it all, clenching around my dick every time I was buried deep.

  I couldn’t think of another time when being balls deep inside a woman had felt so fucking good.

  “You’re mine, Luna.” I growled the words at her, surprising myself at the intensity of them. I pulled out to the head of my dick and slammed back in, feeling her walls swell around me and tighten. “This pussy is mine. These tits are mine.” I kissed her roughly. “This ass is mine.” I gave it a squeeze. “Who do you belong to?” I rasped, pounding into her.

  “You!” she panted without hesitation.

  My balls drew up tight against my body, and I knew that I was about to blow. “Reach down there and play with your clit, baby,” I growled. I didn’t dare release her ass, we were both sweaty, and I was fucking her standing up without the support of the wall. “Make yourself come.”

  She did as I’d asked. I managed to hold off coming until she was gripping my dick like a vice and crying out as she climaxed. It was all the encouragement I needed, hearing her scream and knowing that she was coming on my dick. I came hard, releasing my seed deep inside her body, rendered nearly unconscious with the sheer fucking pleasure of it.

  Oh fuck, I was so screwed.

  There was a hard rap at the door. Shit. I hoped it wasn’t another club whore.

  “Brother, it’s after nine, we need to roll.”

  It was Moody. Fuck. I’d forgotten that I’d told him we’d meet at nine and head out.

  “Give me five!” I yelled back, staring into beautiful, half-lidded eyes that were dazed with arousal and fulfillment. Grinning, I gave her parted lips a soft kiss. I hated to leave her again so soon. “I could fuck you all damned day,” I admitted once I’d pulled back.

  “But you have to go somewhere?” she asked in a lazy tone.

  “Yeah. Club shit.” I kissed her again. She was so fucking soft and responsive. My dick was still nestled inside her, and I was loath to pull out of her warm sheath. I suddenly felt possessive as fuck. “I wasn’t kidding, Luna. You’re mine.” A small smile covered her mouth. “Am I clear, baby?” I asked a little more firmly.

  She nodded.

  “Words, baby. I want the fucking words so I know you understand me.”

  Her laugh almost caused me to slip out of her. “I’m yours, Jace.”

  For however long I want you. I didn’t say the words aloud, because I knew it would ruin the mood between us.

  I realized that Luna was half-asleep, she was so relaxed. I walked us over to the bed, grinding my teeth when my dick slid out of her body as I lay her down. She curled up on her side, giving me a view of her backside. The welts had gone down considerably and didn’t appear to be as red as they had before. The places where the belt buckle had cut into her skin had scabbed over and looked to be healing well.

  I pulled the sheet over her body and dressed.

  Moody was waiting for me outside on his bike, smoking. A knowing smirk came over his face when I walked out, but he kept quiet.

  He didn’t know it yet, but his day was coming.

  Chapter 22

  Luna

  “Are you still mad at me?”

  I glared up from my second cup of coffee to see Fury standing above me, looking like all the other men who were roaming around the place in his jeans and cut, a younger version of the others. I hadn’t seen him since the night that Casey and I had arrived at the compound. He’d been busy with what was going on with the club and had been gone most of the time.

  So had Jace, for that matter, and no one would tell me where or what he was doing. Apparently, the women weren’t told anything that had to do with what was termed ‘club business’. Rosa had been the one to inform me of that little rule, and that it had something to do with keeping the women safe. Family wasn’t told anything that could be used against the club in case they were questioned by law enforcement. The club didn’t want the women to be put in the position of having to lie to protect their men.

  “The fact that you asked tells me that you know you screwed up.” I gripped the handle to my coffee cup, fighting the urge to toss the contents into his face. “You’re supposed to be my friend, Fury.” I didn’t try to hide the bitterness or the disappointment from my tone. “You knew that sending that woman to Jace’s room would hurt me.”

  “I didn’t do it to hurt you,” he said, sitting down next to me. “I wanted to remind you what our life is like.”

  I shook my head. “That’s BS and you know it. You wanted to remind me how I felt the morning that I came out of the bathroom and saw CC going down on Jace,” I accused. “You knew that would cause trouble.”

  He sighed heavily, rubbing the bottom half of his jaw and looking down at his feet. I could tell he was considering what he’d done, and was hopefully sorry about it. Friends didn’t hurt each other, and if he’d really wanted to remind me of anything it could have been done in a different way. I sipped my coffee.

  When his gaze finally lifted to mine I could see the regret in his eyes. “You know how I feel about you.”

  Yes, I did. But I’d never led him on. “And you know how I feel about Jace,” I said softly but firmly, while wondering to myself what exactly I did feel for Jace. It was complicated. “I don’t want to hurt you, Fury, and I’ve never led you on to think we could have more than a friendship. There’s no excuse for what you did.”

  “I guess you’ve never wanted something so bad that you’d do anything for it, even make a fool out of yourself,” he said sincerely.

  I didn’t know what to say to that, because I could understand it. I chewed on the inside of my lip, wishing that I could find the words that would make it easier for him. I wanted our friendship. I forced a smile and reached over to cover his hand with mine. I was determined to make him see that what I wanted from him was a sibling kind of relationship.

  “Look, brother–”

  He burst out laughing. “Not quite the same when a woman says it.” I returned his smile, realizing what I’d said. “But I get it, Luna. If I can’t have you any other way, I’ll take friendship. From here on out, you don’t need to worry.”

  “Promise?”

  “Yep.” He stood up. “But don’t come crying to me when you see me humping one of the club whores. You’ve given me a case of blue balls that won’t quit.”

  My jaw dropped at his candidness, and I knew that I was turning red. Fury gave me a wink and walked off. After a minute I was able to pull myself together and finish my coffee. I
t was time to call my mom. I got up to head outside where I might have some privacy. One of the prospects was at the door, but he didn’t try to stop me from leaving. It was okay to leave the building, we just couldn’t go beyond the gate.

  I took out the phone that Marie had gotten for me and dialed my parents’ number, praying that Mom picked up. She wouldn’t recognize the number. My phone was somewhere back at my trailer. I walked away from the door toward an area of picnic tables, listening as the phone rang and rang. Mom usually answered right away. I was about to give up when I finally heard her voice.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi, Mom, it’s me.”

  “Oh, dear, I didn’t recognize th–”

  “Hello, sugar.”

  My stomach dropped as I sank onto a bench at a table, the air leaving my lungs with a whoosh. Seth! What was he doing there? And just when I’d started to feel that everything was over and he was going to let me go. The sound of his voice sucked all the life out of me, because it was what I wasn’t hearing that worried me. The fact that he’d called me by the nickname he’d given me sent a chill down my spine. The fact that he was in my parents’ house heightened my fear for them.

  “Seth,” I began, trying to remain calm, “please don’t hurt them.”

  His laughter grated on my nerves, and was completely void of humor. “Now, why would I do that? They’re your parents. I know you love them and would do anything for them. What I don’t know is why you would leave them. They need their only child around them, sugar. They’re elderly people, your father already has health issues. It probably wouldn’t take much to give him a heart attack or something.” He paused meaningfully. “I don’t mind watching over them until you get back.”

  And there it was, his subtle threat. The controlling freak that he was, making what he wanted clear without actually saying the words, because Seth knew that I knew him, explicitly. I knew the lengths that he would go to get what he wanted. I closed my eyes against the unmistakable warning in his voice, fear for my parents intensifying. He knew just what to use against me. I’d worried about that in the beginning, but hadn’t wanted to think that he’d go this far.

  I’d worried that he would hunt me down and force me to go back to him, that he might even get in touch with my parents to try to get information about me, which he had, but I hadn’t expected him to use them like this to get to me. I’d never thought that he would show his true self to them, because he’d always been careful about how he presented himself in public. Threatening my parents in his roundabout way showed me how serious he was about getting me back.

  I was so stupid for underestimating him.

  “Seth,” I swallowed, holding back tears. Crying wouldn’t solve anything and besides, he’d always been immune to my emotions.

  “Luna,” he imitated in a tiny, whiny tone that sounded nothing like me. “Come home where you belong,” The tone of his demand made me wonder exactly where he was at my parents’ house because it revealed his nasty nature.

  “Please let me speak to my mom,” I said, adding “please” to appease him.

  He laughed. “They’re in the house, sugar, crying over their daughter abandoning them.”

  I knew that he was lying. My parents understood why I was gone. In fact, they’d been the ones to encourage me to get away for a while, until Seth accepted that I was gone and had moved on. I tried to hold on to my growing frustration. “Seth, please give my mom the phone. I need to hear her voice.”

  “You already heard her voice,” he said smugly.

  “Then let me hear Dad’s voice. I haven’t talked to him–”

  “He’s resting. You know he has a heart condition.”

  “Seth!” I exploded, and then bit down on my lip for losing control.

  “Luna, Luna, Luna,” he chimed, as if chastising a child, “You know I don’t like it when you lose control.” God, I hated him. “The next time you speak to your parents will be when you come home.”

  “You can’t do this!” I felt panic rising inside of me, and I realized I’d spoken too loudly when several heads turned my way. There was a small group of bikers standing near the gate, talking and smoking. I turned my back to them. “You’re not going to make me come back, Seth. You and I are over.”

  “Then why did you leave, sugar? Most breakups don’t send the other person running away. Of course, I didn’t even know that we had broken up. Why would I think something like that, when everything was so perfect between us? I gave you everything. And the thanks I get for ten years of my life is to return home from a conference to find you gone.”

  “Ten years of my life, too,” I reminded him. “No marriage, no children, no security. In the end, not even love. Only what you wanted to give me as your possession.”

  There was a long pause, and I wondered what Seth was thinking. I could hear him breathing, so I knew that he hadn’t hung up on me. I was sure that his sudden loss for words had something to do with forming a plan in his head. That was Seth. He was conniving when the situation called for it.

  “You didn’t have to run away,” he said in a hard tone. “Just be glad I want you back.”

  The man was delusional if he thought that I'd ever go back to him. “I left because I knew you’d never let me leave you, Seth. You’re too controlling for that, too worried about what your colleagues will think, and I wanted to avoid the hassle.” It would have been far more than a hassle--he would have made my life hell. He’d told me once that no woman left him until he was done with her. “Newsflash, Seth--they know you’re not perfect. No one is.”

  “You’ll be sorry if you don’t come back to me,” he said in a cold tone.

  A chill traveled over me, and my mind immediately went to my parents. “After I get off the phone with you I’m going to phone the police down there and tell them about our conversation. Then I’m going to ask them to do a wellness check on my elderly parents.” My heart was pounding erratically, because it wasn’t in my nature to issue threats, especially to Seth. But I was proud of myself for not caving to his strong-willed tactics.

  As I’d expected Seth didn’t deal with my threat very well. He disconnected our call without another word. It wasn’t until then that I realized that I was shaking uncontrollably. Oh, God, if he hurt my parents… I didn’t think that he would. I wanted to believe that the man that I’d spent ten years with, and someone who was obsessed with his good standing in the medical field, would not resort to violence.

  Suddenly, I couldn’t catch my breath. I began to panic, trying to suck in enough air to fill my lungs. My toes and fingers began to tingle. God, was I having a stroke? I got to my feet, frightened as I realized that something was seriously wrong with me. I looked around for help, but the few people who were around me seemed oblivious, busy doing their own thing. I felt lightheaded and began to waver as I aimed my direction toward the bikers at the gate.

  “Luna–”

  Jace! Where had he come from? It didn't matter, he was walking toward me now. I felt my knees give way, but he rushed forward and caught me in his arms before I hit the ground.

  “Fuck, baby, what’s wrong?”

  There was concern in his voice. He lifted me into his arms and went to the picnic table bench that I’d just vacated. I found myself on his lap, sinking into him as the lightheadedness continued to suck me under. I was vaguely aware that Moody was with him.

  “Baby, what the fuck is wrong? Are you hurt?” His hands began to move over me as if checking for some sign of injury.

  I gasped to take a breath. “I . . . I have . . . to . . . to call the po-police!” I got out in a choppy voice, clutching his cut. “M-my parents! Seth–”

  “She’s hyperventilating, brother.”

  He moved me slightly away from him and took my face in his hands. “Look at me, Luna. Look at me.” My gaze rose to his as I struggled to breathe. “Breathe slow, baby. Breathe in through your nose, release it slowly through your lips.” I would have smiled at his demonstratio
n if I hadn't been so scared.

  His calmness and the tender concern that I saw in his eyes prompted me to follow his orders. My eyes clung to his as he patiently breathed with me until my breathing returned to normal and I was in control again. I smiled up at him, feeling silly over the whole thing once it was over.

  “I’m glad you’re back,” I murmured, taking in his tired, haggard appearance. I'd missed him.

  “Tell me what set this off,” he demanded with hard eyes.

  “Seth–”

  “You’re ex?” he frowned. “What the fuck–”

  “I have to call the police, Jace, he’s with my parents.” I glanced around for my phone, realizing that I must have dropped it. Moody spied it on the ground and retrieved it for me. I took it from him and began to dial.

  Jace grabbed it from my hand before I could punch in all the numbers. “Calm down, baby. Tell me what’s going on.” I collapsed back against him, aware that he was right and I needed to calm down. “You called your ex, or he called you?”

  I shook my head. “Neither. Every Wednesday my parents and I touch base. It was my turn to call, and he was there, Jace. Seth is at my parents' house. And he threatened to hurt them if I don’t go back to him.”

  He shot Moody a knowing glare. “Your folks are in Key West, yeah?” I nodded. “Give me their address. I have friends down there that can check on them.”

  “But the police . . . I told Seth that I was going to phone them and tell them what’s going on, and ask them to do a wellness check. You don’t know Seth. He won’t do anything to tarnish his reputation. He wouldn’t dare hurt my parents if he thought the police would go after him.”

  “Call the police, tell them what’s going on, but they can’t be at your parents’ all the time. My friends will keep an eye on your folks and make sure nothing happens to them.”

  I stared at him, stunned. “You’d do that for me?”