Dangerous (Nomad Outlaws Trilogy Book 2)

by Tory Richards

  "Another drink, honey?"

  The soft, raspy voice pulled me from my reverie, and it took a few seconds of blinking at Toya before I remembered where I was. I'd been sitting there since church had ended, staring into my empty glass, thinking about the shit that had gone down earlier. I'd heard that Luna was with Casey and I hadn't sought her out, but fuck, I needed her. I needed to work out some of the dark shit inside of me. In another time I would have grabbed one of the club whores for relief, but since I'd had a taste of Luna, she was the only one I wanted.

  I was so screwed.

  Chapter 26

  Luna

  I was a little hesitant to approach Jace when I saw him sitting at the bar. Bee's earlier remark had led me to believe that he may need some time alone. I didn't know what they discussed in church, or what had occurred when they'd gone out, but the way they'd returned this time frightened me. You'd have to be blind not to see by their appearances that they'd been involved in a violent fight--bloody clothes, bruised faces, black eyes, and bloody knuckles. I could only imagine what the other men looked like.

  The atmosphere inside the clubhouse was quiet and gloomy, and I imagined that it would be for a while. The few men occupying the tables were drinking and seemed to be deep in thought. None of the old ladies were around that I could see, but some of the club women were. They seemed just as affected at the loss, sitting in a little cluster on one of the sofas. One of them was weeping, the other two attempting to comfort her, and I wondered if she'd had a more personal relationship with one of the men that had died.

  I hadn't known Dober other than by sight, but I'd known Tiger and Roy. Any loss of life was unfortunate and sad, and I couldn't imagine what Reba must be going through. I could still hear her wail of grief echo throughout the club as she'd collapsed to her knees after getting the news that Tiger was gone. She'd been instantly swallowed up by all of the old ladies who were present, and it had taken all of them to get her to her feet and out of the room.

  I made my way to Jace, slowly, still uncertain if he wanted me around. His wide shoulders were hunched over slightly, his large hand cradling an empty whisky glass. Even from where I stood, I could see that his knuckles were raw and bloody, which led me to wonder if he was hurt anywhere else. I watched as the woman behind the bar approached him. I'd seen her around before and recognized that she was one of the club's women.

  I watched her reach forward and run a finger along one of Jace's fingers. It was definitely a flirtatious touch, and she followed up the subtle move with a slight tilt of her head and a seductive smile. I could only imagine the rasp of her voice as she came on to Jace. Jealousy reared its ugly head that she dared touch him, and I wanted to run the rest of the way to him and set her straight about whose man he was. Then I found myself getting angry at him for not setting her straight himself that he had a woman.

  I arrived there in time to hear her say as she was turning away, "Anything you want, honey." She had Jace's glass in her hand, and I bit back a response that would have emanated from the unfamiliar emotion I was feeling.

  As if sensing that I was there, Jace turned toward me, and everything inside of me calmed at the look of welcome and relief that I saw reflected in his eyes. I reached for his hand with both of mine, glancing down and flinching at his busted knuckles before meeting his eyes again. "Are you okay?" I brought his hand to my mouth and kissed the damaged skin gently. He had a nasty bruise beneath his jaw and a cut at the side of his mouth.

  "Fuck, I need you," he said, sliding a hand through my hair and pulling me in for a kiss. There was nothing tender or soft about it. His mouth was hard and masterful, his kiss full of raw hunger and rough possession. I opened willingly to him, moaning when his tongue overpowered mine.

  "I'm right here," I husked against his lips the second he pulled away.

  He shook his head. "That's not what I mean, baby." His hand fisted in my hair, tugging my head back slightly. I caught my breath when his open mouth began to travel up the side of my neck. "I. Need. You." He parted his thighs and brought me in between them.

  I rested my hands on his chest inside his cut. There was no softness, no give to the defined muscles of his pecs. The t-shirt he had on was thin and soft, and felt like another layer of skin over steel. "Then take me," I said, leaning in to his erection. "I'm here for you."

  He growled. "Fuck." He lost control, biting down on my neck.

  I sucked in my breath and shivered at the delicious thrill that erupted in my core. I rubbed up against him, growing wet with arousal. I couldn't wait to have his cock inside me again, scratching that ever present itch I had that was only for him. I sensed that his need for me was a catalyst for a need that existed inside of him that was much deeper than just a desire to get off. Something deep and dark gripped him, and he was like a time bomb getting ready to explode.

  His big hands smoothed down my back and beneath my bottom, cupping and squeezing my flesh as he ground his cock into me. He groaned and buried his face into my hair, breathing hard. The scruff on his face caused little prickles of pleasure to wash over me. My heart was racing, my nipples tingling against his chest. I whimpered with pleasure, ready to take him by the hand and lead him to our room. But then he stopped, releasing a heavy sigh that sounded suspiciously like regret.

  I leaned back and met his eyes. "What's wrong?"

  He shook his head. "Not you, that's for fucking sure." I hadn't noticed the woman behind the bar bring him a new drink, but it was there, and Jace reached for it. He brought it to his lips and downed it in one swallow.

  "You don't sound so sure."

  He stared into my eyes long and hard. "You're the safest thing in my fucked-up life, Luna." He glanced away, a tic twitching in his hard jaw. "And I'm the most dangerous thing in yours."

  "I don't think so," I responded, unwillingly thinking about Seth. "You saved me‒"

  "Who's going to save you from me?"

  He was serious. "Do I need saving from you?" I tried to keep it light, smiling, afraid of what was going on inside his head. I knew that something terrible had just happened and he had been part of it, but the aftermath of dealing with horrific situations that were beyond our control often led to second guessing ourselves. "Casey told me a little bit about life in an MC."

  "I'm not in an MC." He paused, as if what he was going to say next could alter our relationship. "What went down today--that's my life." It sounded as if he was trying to warn me.

  I shrugged. "So you don't have a nine to five job at the bank. I've had sedate and boring, Jace. Seth is a highly sought after brain surgeon. Ten years of being Suzy home maker sucked the life right out of me. By the time I left him all I had to show for it was a closet full of designer clothes and some jewelry that he insisted we keep locked up. Even the Mercedes I drove belonged to him. I was like a possession to Seth, arm candy that he took out when he attended events, and liked to show off to his colleagues. He didn't offer marriage, I didn't get the children I wanted‒" I stopped, realizing that I may have gone too far.

  The dawning look in Jace's dark eyes revealed regret. "You won't get those things from me, either." The firmness in his tone warned me that he meant what he'd said, and I had to remind myself that he was a nomad, in every aspect of his life.

  "I know we're just casual." I was beginning to hate that word.

  "No, not casual," he was quick to correct. "I'm not fucking anyone else, baby. I'm giving you as much of myself as I can. We have something. I'm not sure what the fuck it is, but until it fades out, you're mine."

  It saddened me that he thought that what was going on between us was going to fade out. I hoped that our feelings for each other would grow and become something more. I was already half in love with Jace, and the fact that I was willing to accept his life and the violence surrounding it should have been telling to him. It wasn't that I was okay with the club’s taking of lives, but I could understand it, considering the circumstances. And as far as I could tell, they were ridding
the world of filthy, violent killers and rapists.

  "I'm not asking for more," I said with a heavy heart, hoping to alleviate his concerns.

  His laugh caught me by surprise. "You're a woman, darlin', they always want more."

  A smile spread across my face. "Maybe all I want is your big, fat cock." I shamelessly rubbed against it.

  A deep groan escaped him. In spite of the arousal in his eyes, humor was also present. He thrust his hips forward, stretching the material tight over the bowed ridge of muscle nestled between my legs. I wanted to trap him there and never let him go. I moaned with desire, curling my nails into the shirt covering his chest, and just like that, a fierce passion erupted between us. With a little encouragement from Jace, I found myself straddling his lap.

  "We going to go for it right here and now?" I joked.

  His chest rumbled against my breasts. "If you were wearing a skirt I'd consider it."

  "Really?"

  "Baby, you should know by now that public sex is prevalent in this MC. And the way I feel right now, if you had a skirt on, I'd pull out my dick, shove your panties aside, and slip inside of you."

  I sucked in my breath, catching my bottom lip with my teeth at the erotic image. I'd never considered myself an exhibitionist before, but the thought of Jace fucking me on the bar stool, surrounded by his brothers, turned me on.

  "You make me want to go and put on a skirt," I admitted breathlessly. I leaned in, took his smiling bottom lip between my teeth, and tugged on it. His cock throbbed against me. "Have you ever done that?"

  I felt him stiffen. "You really want to know?"

  Oh, God, he had! The thought of him fucking another woman like that felt as if a hand was squeezing my heart until I couldn't breathe. He leaned in, scraping his whiskers against my skin as he ran his mouth up my neck to my ear. Despite my churning feelings over what I felt he was about to confess, I couldn't stop my body from reacting to his sensual attack.

  "I've never felt the urge to put on a skirt," he mouthed against my ear.

  I jerked back and met the amusement in his eyes. Laughing, I punched him in the arm playfully. "You know what I meant."

  He pulled me in close again, until I could feel his grin against my ear. "Baby, you're the first woman I've ever wanted to fuck in public and lay a claim to."

  His husky words caused more wetness to soak my panties. He hadn't exactly answered my question, but I decided to let it go. Did I really want to hear Jace admit that he'd fucked someone else in public? Whatever he'd done was in his past, and I couldn't change it. I suddenly wished that I had on that skirt, and that he was slipping his cock inside of me, claiming me for anyone to see. I was so fucking turned on.

  "You're trembling," he whispered. "Thinking about my dick inside you, filling you with my cum?"

  "You do this to me, Jace," I admitted, barely able to breathe. "You make me crazy inside. Make me hungry for you to do all the filthy things you whisper into my ear."

  "Baby, if you only knew the half of what you do to me."

  We sat there for a minute, enjoying being close, slowly feeding our arousal with teasing little promises of the pleasures to come. Seth had never made me feel this alive or desirable when I'd been in his arms. He hadn't turned me on to such extremes that I'd wanted him to claim me in front of anyone.

  Jace made me feel all of those emotions and more.

  It frightened and excited me beyond rational thought.

  I couldn't imagine another man making me feel the way that he did.

  "Want another whiskey, baby?"

  I stiffened, because I was pretty damned sure that I recognized that full-of-herself voice, and it didn't belong to the girl that I'd seen serve Jace earlier. We parted reluctantly, facing CC where she stood behind the bar. Everything about the woman screamed available slut. I didn't like the way she was leaning over the bar, flashing her nearly naked breasts at Jace. She was so obvious in what she wanted, and it didn't appear to matter to her that he and I were together.

  "Yeah, and bring the lady a beer," he ordered. His gaze returned to me, his hand tucking my hair behind my ear. "One more drink, baby, and then I'm going to take you back to our room and taste your sweet pussy."

  CC huffed and walked off.

  Chapter 27

  Jace

  I'd meant what I said to Luna back at the bar. I couldn't wait to taste her, consume her, and possess her tight little body. It was amazing how much being with her soothed the turmoil that remained in my blood after the fight. The fact that it wasn't over, that there would be more bloodshed and destruction, kept my nerves on edge. My brothers were feeling it, too. They were quiet, staring into their drinks, their expressions revealing stone-faced resignation of shit to come.

  Luna was a balm to my soul, a soul that I'd given up to the devil a long time ago. I wasn't a good man, but I wanted to be for her, and right now I just wanted to feel something pure and good against me. As soon as her last drop of beer was gone, I left my stool with her still wrapped around me. She laughed softly, clinging to my neck, her legs around my waist, nuzzling me with her pert little nose, teasing me with her tongue and teeth against my skin.

  "Are you going to fuck me hard?" she asked boldly, breathing hotly into my ear.

  I barked with laughter. "Yes. Very hard." I was already hard as fucking stone.

  She gave my ear a stinging nibble. "I want you to fuck me hard," she agreed in a husky tone. "I have an itch, Jace, and it's all your fault."

  I was glad to scratch it for her. In fact, I was going to scratch it so thoroughly that she wouldn't be able to walk straight for a week. We passed Moody and his latest fuck in the hallway, neither of us acknowledging the other except for a split second contact with our eyes. For a second I felt bad for him, because I was about to lose myself in the tightest, sweetest pussy, and he had to satisfy himself with overused snatches.

  I all but kicked my door in, elbowed it closed, and headed directly for the bed. I set Luna down on her feet. "Get naked," I growled, slipping my cut off.

  "So romantic," she smiled, her gaze following my movements. She hadn't made a move to remove anything, and I wondered if she knew that she was playing with fire. Maybe she wanted to get burned.

  "Now, Luna," I demanded, pulling my t-shirt off and tossing it to the side. "I thought you had an itch." I reached for my belt buckle, holding her eyes captive and willing her to recognize the need in my actions and my voice.

  With a knowing smile she reached for the hem of her tee and brought it up and over her head. It floated to the floor. My gaze automatically went to her tits, my dick punching forward at the sight of her dusky nipples. They'd beaded into tight little kernels that were just begging for my mouth on them. She kicked off her shoes while her hands went to her shorts. I kicked off my boots, pulled open my jeans, and pushed them down my thighs. Her gaze dropped to where my dick popped free. It was in full fuck mode, and already dripping pre-cum at the slit.

  She caught her breath and stared at it for a minute. I kicked my pants away and took my dick in my hand, giving it a few tugs. Fuck, I was already close to spilling my load, and I forced the feeling back. Luna pushed her shorts and panties down her legs and stepped out of them. My hungry gaze locked onto her little blonde pussy, wondering if she was already wet for me.

  Movement caused me to raise my gaze as she reached back and pulled the band that held her hair in a ponytail. Then she shook her head, causing the mass of rich, shimmering silk to settle down around her shoulders and tits. I'd never seen anything so sexy as her standing there, naked and confident. More cum leaked out of my dick that I would soon be pounding inside her, taking everything good in her and making it mine. When her hands came up to cup her tits I stepped forward, nudging her hands aside and replacing them with mine.

  "These are my tits," I growl, cupping and squeezing them. I flicked my thumbs over the peaks roughly, hearing Luna's breath hiss between her lips. The next thing I knew, her hand was reaching for my dick, he
r small fingers closing around it and slowly pumping it. I was the one hissing next. I leaned down and took a nipple into my mouth, rolling it between my teeth.

  She threw her head back with a breathy sound of pleasure, and I glanced up to see her eyes closed and mouth opened. The ecstasy on her flushed face was like fuel to my libido. A surge of intense lust caused me to smash her tits together and bury my face into them. The sweet musk of her scent was the strongest aphrodisiac. I thrust my hips into Luna's intimate caress in a moment of uncontrolled need.

  I reached down and traced her slit. She was fucking soaked and swollen, inviting my finger to explore further. "So fucking wet for me," I said low, nudging her slit open and exploring between her folds. "So fucking ready." She gasped sweetly when my exploring finger found the jewel of her clit hidden behind its protective hood. I flicked the nub mercilessly, relishing in her tiny whimpers of pleasure. "You like that, baby? You like my fingers on your clit? You like my fingers in your cunt?"

  She nodded, working her hand faster as I sank two fingers inside her, going deep. We were both breathing hard, our hips moving in a rhythm that would lead to the ultimate pleasure that two people could experience.

  "Jace," she sighed weakly.

  Grinning like a wolf, I sank to my knees. The move pulled her hand off of my dick, but that was okay, it put my face directly in front of her sweet-smelling pussy. I leaned in and filled my lungs with her sweet musk before licking the length of her glistening slit.

  "Oh, God!" she bucked her hips forward. "That feels so good!"

  I worked my tongue inside her wet pussy lips, groaning at the taste of her cream, and then I began to eat her out as if she were my last meal. I used my teeth, tongue, and lips to bite, lap, and kiss her sex, from her plump pussy lips to as deep as I could go inside. I added a finger so that I could add stimulation to her sweet spot, feeling Luna's knees buckle slightly with her reaction.