Wanderer (The Nomad Series Book 2)

by Janine Infante Bosco

  “Cobra,” she breathes, arching her hips as she whimpers.

  “Going to fuck you until the sun rises and the only fucking name you know is that one,” I growl, nipping at her shoulder.

  “We need to talk,” she whimpers, writhing beneath me.

  Balls aching, cock heavy, I release her hands and grip her thighs. My hands wrap around her and squeeze her ass through the tight black pants she’s wearing.

  “You want to talk or you want me to find a better use for my mouth?”

  “God,” she hisses, turning her wide eyes onto mine. “What are we doing?” she whispers.

  “Been that long, huh?” I tease, gripping the elastic of her pants. Peeling the pants, along with her lacey thong down her silky legs, my eyes find her pussy.

  Pink.

  Bare.

  Wet.

  The groan rumbles through my chest and I lift my eyes to her beautiful face and watch her tongue dart out and swipe her lips.

  “I can’t quit you,” she admits.

  Thank fuck for that because if she told me no right now I might fucking cry like a bitch. I need to be inside her. I need to feel that pussy wrapped tightly around my cock, squeezing me so hard she pulls the come from my balls.

  My hands settle around her narrow waist and my fingers dig into her curves.

  “Then don’t,” I rasp. “Don’t quit, just take.”

  Her chocolate brown eyes flash with want, with need, with a fucking fire so desperate to burn bright. It rattles something inside me, makes me realize this right here, this is the fucking point of no return.

  “Kiss me, Cobra…kiss me long and hard like you used to,” she orders softly, wrapping her arms around my neck. “It’s what I miss most.”

  Clenching my jaw, I release her hips and let my hands slide up her body. My fingertips glide up the column of her neck, my thumb rubs her lower lip before I thread my fingers in the mess of blonde hair on my pillow. My mouth comes down hard on hers as I yank her head back and grant myself better access to the abyss that is her mouth. I kiss her long and hard like I used to, like my life fucking depended on it—like hers did too. My lips pull at her bottom lip first before I take the top the same way. My tongue darts along the seam, coaxing them to part until she’s welcoming me inside her mouth. Her tongue touches mine, tentative and curious. Almost as if she was expecting me to taste different.

  She opens more, surrendering to the intrusion of my tongue and the desperate assault it takes on her.

  “Long and hard,” she repeats on a breath.

  “Just getting started, babe,” I promise, diving right back in as I take her legs and wrap them around my waist. My throbbing cock rubs against her, teasing and torturing us both. I grip the hem of her shirt and push it over her belly and her breasts before painfully breaking our kiss to lift it over her head. I have every intention of continuing the kiss but my eyes dart to her tits and I am lost in heaven. I grunt as my palms greedily fist her tits, ripping down the lace until her pert nipples are staring back at me. Hard and eager for my mouth to suck on.

  “Fucking heaven,” I rasp, bending my head to pull one nipple between my teeth. Her hips instantly shoot off the bed and her hands snake around my neck. My teeth nip and pull, tongue soothes and laps as her body squirms and begs for more.

  Too much.

  Never enough.

  Not for me.

  And not for her.

  Lifting off the mattress, she snakes her arms behind her and unclasps her bra, pulling the straps down. Completely naked, at my mercy, she falls back against the sheets, spreads her arms wide and invites me to take.

  Take.

  Take.

  Take.

  The heel of my hand skirts down between her breasts, over her stomach and pauses over her hip.

  Clouds, wistful and delicate intertwine with words scripted in ink.

  Beyond the clouds a beautiful sky awaits.

  Her breath hitches as my thumb traces the clouds. My eyes lift to hers before I close my mouth over the words and slide my hands between her legs. Panting, she opens wider and I lean back on my haunches. I grab two handfuls of ass, drag her closer to me and sling her long legs over my shoulders before spreading her lips apart with my fingers and dipping my head for a taste. The moan vibrates through her and purges from her lips as I lick, suck and fuck her with my tongue. I ease my tongue slowly up and down before pushing two fingers deep inside her. She arches frantically, thrusting her pussy into my face and hands as she chases the high. Fingers soaked, pussy swollen, nerves frayed. I suck her clit and lap at her as she goes off.

  “Cobra,” she cries, locking her ankles around my neck.

  Her body combusts, exploding like a bomb.

  I walked away from a bomb unscathed, without a scratch.

  This, her, even if I wanted to walk away, I couldn’t.

  Not again.

  Not when I just started a new tally.

  Fucking went from tallying smiles to tallying orgasms.

  I’m going for five tonight.

  Releasing her from my mouth, I slide my fingers out of her and rake my eyes over her body. A fresh sheen of sweat covers her as I untangle her legs from my shoulders.

  “That was…” she pants.

  “Nothing,” I finish for her. “Turn around and get on all fours,” I command.

  A strangled sound slips from her lips as she sits up and stares at me.

  “All fours?” she hesitantly repeats, questioning me.

  “Want that ass, baby,” I say as I watch her eyes shoot to my swollen cock. Thick and offensive, glaring at her to let him in. Wrapping my hand around my shaft I give it a nice long stroke, swiping away the little bit of come glistening on my swollen head.

  “Want to finger fuck your ass while I bury my cock deep inside your pussy. Going to smack that ass, pull your hair and twist your nipples between my fingers. I’m going to set your nerves on fire so you don’t know whether you’re screaming in pleasure or pain. You’re going to come all over my dick, scream my fucking name and beg for more. Then I’ll flip you over and eat your pussy again while you suck my dick.”

  “Jesus Christ,” she hisses, swallowing down the lump lodged in her throat.

  “No, baby, I can promise you he ain’t here. So what do you say?”

  Reaching for her hips, I pull her closer, bury my face in her neck and suck her sweet spot.

  “Sin with me, Celeste,” I whisper against her throat.

  Her hands tremble as they take hold of my face and pull me back to her. She stares at me for a moment, searching for something. I have no idea what that something is, but I pray she finds it.

  “I never stopped sinning with you,” she murmurs before slamming her mouth over mine. She takes and takes, matching every burn of my tongue with hers, branding me the same as I have branded her time and time again. Then she gives.

  She pulls away from my mouth and flips over. Hands splayed against the cotton sheets, knees firmly planted and ass perched for me, offering me the opportunity to make every fucking fantasy I’ve had over the years my reality. My chest tightens as I crawl over the mattress, eating the space between us. Leaning over her, I take her hips forcefully and rock my dick against her ass. Her nails claw the sheets as I push my dick between her ass cheeks, torturing us both with promise.

  “Cobra.” It’s a plea, a curse, a fucking wish.

  I close my eyes, trail my hands up to her body and clutch the cap of her shoulders, manipulating her until she arches and pushes her round ass against me. One hand snakes around her neck, the other digs into her hair as I nudge my dick lower, skating over her pulsing cunt.

  Sweet, sweet cunt.

  Sinfully delicious.

  I fist her hair and pull her back as I drive my cock into her. The scream she releases renders me motionless and for a moment I think it’s too much, that I’ve crossed a line and hurt her.

  “More,” she cries.

  Fuck yes.

  My hand sl
ides from her throat and closes over one of her breasts. They used to be enough to fill my hands and now my hand feels small in comparison. I roll her nipple between my fingers, twisting until she’s screeching and bucking her hips.

  That’s it, gorgeous, lose yourself in sin.

  Feel it.

  Breathe it.

  Fucking own it.

  I comb my fingers through her hair and rear my hand back, slapping her ass as I pull out and slam back in. Her pussy swallows every inch of me, tightening and constricting—my cock a prisoner between her walls.

  “More,” she demands.

  Gritting my teeth, I fight to keep control of my head and fuck her right and not recklessly.

  My hips don’t comprehend the difference as my pelvis slaps against her ass hard and fast. My palm itches to redden her other cheek, instead I reach around her and tease her clit with my fingers. Playing her, tuning her, waiting for her to hit the high notes.

  “You still want more?” I pant, flicking my finger over the bundle of nerves exposed by the swollen lips of her pussy. “Tell me what you want, Cel? Need to hear that mouth get filthy for me.”

  “I want more,” she stammers. “Everywhere.”

  I drag my fingers away from her and lift them to her lips.

  “Suck,” I command.

  She does as she’s told, taking my already wet fingers between her lips.

  In and out, my fingers mimic every thrust of my cock.

  My head spins.

  My balls ache.

  I’m losing it.

  Knowing I can’t go much longer, I take my fingers from her mouth and slip them between her ass cheeks.

  A promise is a fucking promise.

  “I can’t hold out anymore,” she stutters, pulling on the sheets as her hips buck. I barely get a finger inside before I feel her pussy squeeze my dick. She hangs her head as she chants my name over and over.

  Sin, gorgeous.

  Grunting, I slide my finger out, grab her hips and fuck her with everything I have. A flash of wild abandoned pleasure rushes through me as I fight to breathe…to see. My hips snap along with my mind as my sin spills into her and a flash of heaven blinds me.

  Too much.

  Not enough.

  Everything.

  I feel her body start to fall and quickly wrap an arm around her waist, softening her descent into the mattress. Drenched in sweat, singed in a fire created by us, we collapse as one. Struggling to find my way back to reality, I push aside her hair and kiss the back of her neck.

  “You okay?” I ask hoarsely.

  A soft moan falls from her lips as I withdraw from her and softly turn her so she’s on her back. Eyes closed, her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath. My eyes skate over her body as I swallow hard and run a hand over my face.

  “Fuck, Cel…I’m—”

  “I swear I didn’t come here for that,” she interrupts. Her eyes blink open as I drop my hand from my face and stare back at her. “That was…amazing,” she chokes.

  My lips tick, curving into a grin and I finally let my body drop next to hers.

  “Yeah, it was,” I agree, rolling onto my back. Listening to our breaths, I stare up at the ceiling as a sense of calm washes over me. It’s a fleeting moment, one that is quickly replaced with knowledge.

  I don’t do calm.

  And this feeling I’ve got is nothing but a tease.

  A temptation sent from the devil.

  Because in a couple of hours I’ll be riding with my brothers to an uncertain hell.

  In a couple of hours, she’ll be wondering if I’m coming back and I’ll be fighting to make sure I do.

  “Jagger,” she whispers, jarring me from my own conflicted thoughts. “Cobra,” she amends, releasing a breath.

  I turn on my side, lift my hand to her face and force her eyes to me.

  “Leave the heavy outside, baby,” I murmur, seeing the sad story start to take root in her eyes.

  Thoughtfully her eyes gaze into mine as she reaches out and traces the words tattooed on my collar bone.

  Live to die.

  It’s true.

  We’re given life and then it’s taken.

  My eyes dip to the tattoo on her hip.

  Beyond the clouds a beautiful sky awaits.

  Everyone wants that to be true too.

  A place to go when it’s all over.

  Heaven.

  The tattoo disappears as she lifts the sheet over her body.

  “There’s something you need to know,” she whispers.

  My gut clenches as my eyes rake over her. The pleasure that covered every inch of her is gone and she’s nothing but a coiled bundle of nerves. Uncertainty and fear are etched across her beautiful face, and when she turns those deep brown eyes on me there is a shit ton of sadness reflecting back at me, burning a hole right through my chest.

  “It used to feel like there was this big black cloud following us, clinging to our dreams. That cloud dragged us away, it took all the beauty we were supposed to experience and kept us latched to the ugly.”

  Sighing, I roll my neck and push myself into sitting position.

  “Celeste—”

  “Please let me finish.”

  I glance over at the duffel bags sitting in front of the door next to my boots. Soon I’ll be strapping those bags to my bike and those boots will nudge my kickstand off the asphalt. I’ll take to the wind and drag my pipes to Boston.

  I’ll walk out of heaven.

  Throw my life into Satan’s hands.

  If it’s meant to be I’ll come back to her.

  If it’s not, then this is her last chance to say her peace.

  “Go on,” I sigh, turning my attention back to her.

  “That cloud followed us to that hotel two years ago, but it finally tore away from us. It broke apart and when the fragments cleared all that was left was a beautiful sky,” she continues.

  “Your tattoo…”

  She shakes her head and my eyebrows knit together in confusion as tears fall from the corners of her eyes.

  “It’s not about us, not anymore.”

  Dread churns in my gut.

  Intuition knows the game and the words she says next are either going to change the play or end the game.

  “It’s about her.”

  “Her,” I repeat.

  “Our daughter.”

  Game over.

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Our daughter.

  “Say something,” she whispers. “Jagger, please say something,” she begs.

  What do I say? I’m sure there are a hundred things I should say, but I can’t think of a single one. All I can do is replay the words in my head over and over, hoping they sink in and I have some sort of reaction.

  Our daughter.

  Hers.

  Mine.

  “Her name is Skylar,” she cries, wiping the tears trailing down her face with the back of her hand. Her tone is full of remorse until she speaks her name then the threads of pride weave through.

  Skylar.

  Mine.

  “Skylar Alexandria,” she amends.

  Her words are a knife buried deep inside me, twisting with every word, with every fucking crumb she throws at my feet.

  Our daughter.

  Jesus, fuck!

  Trying to pull myself together, I rub my hands down my face as a vicious anger boils in my veins. The same vicious poison that led my brothers to name me Cobra. One bite can kill. One bite and like the king cobra, I can strip a person down to nothing. One bite and I become a deadly bastard.

  “She’s beautiful, Jagger,” she adds.

  “Stop,” I snap.

  My jaw clenches as my body vibrates with the need to destroy something.

  My anger knows no bounds and if I don’t control myself, that venom will reign down on Celeste.

  Fucking Celeste.

  The girl I never got over. The woman I desire most.

  The mother of my kid.
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br />   My kid.

  I throw my legs over the side of the bed, desperate to get away from her because I don’t trust myself right now. Gritting my teeth, I grab my jeans from the floor and pull them up my legs. Zipping them up, I turn around and watch as she reaches for her clothes. She pulls her shirt over her head and pushes the sheet away from her body. I don’t say a word as I keep my eyes glued to her and will myself to calm down.

  Tears fall shamelessly down her cheeks as she searches the small room for the rest of her clothes.

  The tension mounts with every passing second, making this a slow moving collision. You know the kind—you see the cars headed for one another, hers and mine, but you lose your voice. You can’t shout a warning, all you can do is sit there and watch us hit each other head on. The impact will leave you numb and you’ll wonder why the world is such an ugly pit of misery.

  Bending down I grab her pants and throw them across the room at her.

  “There’s your fucking pants,” I growl.

  Picking them off the floor where they land, she lifts her wide eyes to mine.

  “You don’t get to treat me like this,” she sneers, struggling to pull her tight pants up her legs. The remorse leaves her eyes and the fire ignites.

  “Oh no? Okay, tell me how I should treat you?” I seethe. “Go on and tell me how the fuck I’m supposed to react to you right now? I’m having a hard time trying to decide for myself.”

  “I don’t know,” she shouts. “I don’t know how you’re supposed to feel or what you’re supposed to say, but I’m pretty sure making me feel like a five dollar hooker isn’t going to help anything,” she spits, crossing her arms over her chest.

  CRASH.

  Tempers collide.

  Anger is unleashed.

  Minds unhinged.

  “Oh, are your feelings hurt?” I grunt. “I’m so fucking sorry your feelings are hurt, Cel. Maybe I should’ve let you come off your just fucked high before I ripped into you for dropping a bomb like that on me.”

  “Fuck you,” she sneers. “I told you I didn’t come here for that! I came here with every intention of telling you about her.”

  “How big of you,” I taunt. “You ever think you should’ve maybe told me sooner? Been two fucking weeks since I first saw you after the bomb went off. Two fucking weeks and a whole bunch of fucking times where you could’ve told me about her.”