Wrecked & Reclaimed (Sacred Sinners MC - Texas Chapter Book 5)

by Bink Cummings

  “It’s been a long time,” I confess, praying for no judgment.

  Pressing his head into the mattress, breaking his focus on my body, small groans and growls scrape and claw up Kade’s throat as he wages a silent internal war. “You don’t have to do it. We… don’t,” he grinds out through clenched teeth. Kade’s pec twitches and abs ripple as he relinquishes control, arms falling to the wayside with considerable effort, leaving him at my mercy.

  My amazing, broken man… He’s just… I…

  The next confession pours from my lips with stark clarity. “If I don’t, I’m worried I never will.”

  Kade sneaks a peek at me, his eyes still black as coal, the edges crystalline. “We have time.”

  That’s where he’s wrong. Life doesn’t work that way. Not in my world. The stepping stones leading up to this point haven’t been paved with guarantees or happiness. Reality and fantasy are two very different sides of a coin.

  I toy with his belly button, riveted with it and the Ride Till I Die tattoo inscribed beneath. “That’s not true. There are no guarantees in life, Kade.”

  “No. There’s not. But it doesn’t matter if it happens today or three years from now, I’m always… always gonna want you.”

  His declaration seeps into my marrow, lightening the load I carry. I’m not sure how or why, but it helps. He helps. It scares me… a lot. A knot forms in my chest, growing tighter and tighter until it hurts to breathe.

  Fighting the disquiet, I brush the flushed tip of his member with my thumb. Too chicken to look at him in the face, the rightness I felt fades to obscure trepidation. “How can you always be so sure? You don’t even question it.” What if you change your mind? What if I’m not worthy? Nobody’s loved this me before.

  Dammit.

  That's why this is so hard, isn’t it?

  Kade captures one of my hands and rests it on top of his heart. It pounds against my palm, steady and sure like the man himself. “As fucked up as I am, this knows. It never knew before. Then, just like that.” His fingers snap to clarify how quick it was for him. “It did.”

  “At first sight?” Isn’t that a load of mumbo jumbo Disney invented to fill little girls with hope? A hope that their prince would soon find them, they’d fall madly in love, and live happily ever after. We’ve all read the stories. Even I wasn’t immune to their thrall as a child. The colors and whimsical themes always ended with true love’s kiss. Life isn’t that simple.

  My very own warped version of prince charming chuckles, and scrubs a hand over his short hair. More arm porn ensues. “No, Swan. Not love at first sight. That would imply I knew a goddamn thing about love to begin with. Which I don’t. It wasn’t about love, it was about claiming. About owning. Wanting. I’ve never needed a fuckin’ thing before. Not like this.”

  When I don’t move or respond, Kade reaches out and cups my cheek. “Hey. Talk to me.”

  A million thoughts race through my brain, none of them tangible. “It’s a lot.”

  “I know it is. Here…” My hot biker boy guides me onto my knees and uses his other hand to position his dick at my entrance, where he swirls it in the wetness that’s conjured there. “Sit down, sweetheart. Let me feel you. So you can feel me.”

  “Okay,” I breathe, nodding my assent.

  Without hesitation, I follow Kade’s tender lead. A nervous exhale punches from my lungs as I lower myself until his slick head nudges a fraction inside.

  “It’s okay, babe. I got you,” he reassures.

  I know he does.

  Years of neglect become obvious the deeper I try to take him. It hurts, opening for him this way, body and soul.

  The dark prince traps my chin and forces me to look at him straight on. “Eyes on me.”

  I obey. Wanting to. Desperate to stay in the now. Not lose my mind to the past. Not to run from the present. This is what I want. I can’t go back. I’ve come this far.

  Tears well in his eyes, rimming them in a darker shade of red. His cheeks pinken to a rosy hue. Pressing his lips together, a shudder powerful enough to rock the bed passes through my broken man as he lifts his hips off the mattress to penetrate from below. Deeper, deeper, deeper he thrusts into me, inch by inch, pausing just long enough to let me adjust before going further. Muscles flex and groans tango as I revel in every stretch and pulse… every niggle of pain that makes me feel alive for the first time in years.

  Fuck. He’s… God, I need more.

  Hands splayed on his abs for connection, my nails dig into the tight skin as our pelvises finally join as one. A tear slips free from the corner of his eye, as does one of my own, leaving a hot, wet trail in its wake.

  He catches mine with his thumb and sweeps it away. I flash Kade a watery smile. The sexy man winks in return, the lines around his eyes crinkling.

  His cock flexes. “I can feel you.”

  “I feel you, too.” My smile broadens as I squeeze around him, hugging his thickness as hard as my muscles will allow. Kade’s mouth falls open, pouring a long and sensual moan into the atmosphere. His head digs into the mattress, throat elongating. Fingers dig into my hips to the point of bruising, holding me in place. Damn, I love the way his body reacts to mine.

  Taking advantage of our position, I cover his torso with my own. Hard nipples drag up his pecs as I lean in close, my mouth brushing his. Fingertips made for seduction, dance up my spine, eliciting goosebumps. He grips the base of my neck and licks the seam of my lips, stealing a sinful taste. Excitement flutters low in my belly, forcing my pussy to clench around his girth. We groan together, rejoicing in our connection. My eyelids droop as I give in to temptation.

  A feral rumble rekindles in Kade’s chest, vibrating into mine, compelling the thrum of my heart to match it’s call. Seconds suspend between us that feels like an eternity, our mouths barely touching. Tastes are sought, tongues lashing out to tease the other. A small, drunken smile curves at the corner of my mouth as I flick his tongue with my own.

  On the next touch, the world explodes like a crack of lightning.

  Kade withdraws his shaft and slams into me, ripping a startled moan from my lungs. He does it again and again, delivering quick and heady thrusts that light my channel on fire. My needy clit throbs, grinding against his pelvis. A giant hand finds purchase on my ass cheek, driving the momentum as his other maintains its position around my neck.

  It’s all too much. My brain can’t keep up. Nor does it want to. Nor do I give a fuuuck.

  “Kade,” I whine, clinging to his shoulders… seeking something… anything.

  “Please don’t tell me to stop.” He nips my bottom lip; it stings even after he pulls away. I love it.

  I nip his in retribution, sucking the succulent flesh into my mouth to devour. He shivers, begging for more. So that’s what I give him. More pain, more pleasure, more of me…

  Lost in the frenzy, a single word born of need tumbles into his mouth from my own. “More.” That’s all takes for the beast to seize control. Kade’s lips take mine in a savage kiss as he fucks me hard and fast, slamming that glorious cock to the hilt. I lose all ability to think. To breathe. Moans I never knew I could make suffuse the air, nails dig into flesh, holding on for dear life. My legs brace around his hips, anticipating his next move. Ready for the ride.

  “Y-yes.” I shudder as he squeezes the nape of my neck and presses his forehead to mine.

  Out of nowhere, Kade suddenly slows to a soft and sensual lovemaking. He kisses my sweaty cheek, his cock building a slow, achy burn. In and out, methodical and potent. His thick head drags across my g-spot, caressing it, giving it the attention it craves.

  “Fuck. I love you, sweetheart. You feel so fuckin’ good.”

  “Yes.”

  “Wanna be inside you forever.”

  “Forever,” I blather in agreement.

  “You’re mine.”

  “Yes.” His. His. His.

  A kiss is deposited to my temple. “Say it, baby.”

  “I’m…
yours.”

  “Thank fuck,” he growls.

  On and on the dark prince turns my world right-side up and upside down. One minute licking my lips, savoring my taste as I fumble to keep up. The next he plunders my mouth to the tempo of his onslaught, swallowing my shameless moans… and I let him. I trust him to steal away the bad and replace it with good. Nothing but good. Of him and this night. Of what can be.

  Tension builds in my core, drawing tighter and tighter until I’m screaming incoherent babble into the crook of his neck, eyes rolling into the back of my head.

  “Come for me. I got you. Come on my dick, baby. It’s okay. Let go,” Kade chants in my ear, his breath coming in sharp pants.

  Opening my mouth one final time, I sink my teeth into Kade’s shoulder like an animal, then let it all go. Every inch, every cell, every nerve ending that was once dormant, shatters as I free-fall over the cliff of ecstasy. On and on I come, in an endless tidal wave of peaks and crashes. A serene blackness drifts in, soothing every spasm as the last of my orgasm fizzles to nothing but warmth and safety…

  A flicker of Kade’s lopsided smile flashes in my mind. Then… I’m floating.

  It’s heaven.

  He’s been the answer all this time.

  My salvation.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Kade

  On her side, resting her sleepy head on my bicep, I slot my thigh between Rosie’s to hold her close. I’ve never seen anyone so breathtaking in all my life. When she came, I swear to Christ, even I saw fuckin’ stars. If she knew the things she said, the way her body clung to me, the blood she drew from my neck, she’d be embarrassed. Even though she shouldn’t be. That was the best sex of my life, if you can call it that. It was, for the lack of a better word, transcendent. Is that too cheesy? Yeah. Okay. That’s cheesy as fuck. But that doesn’t make it any less true. My goddess has my cum inside her, on her throat, across her stomach. The beast couldn’t be any more sated if I fed him blood direct from the damn source.

  “And we shall be alone nevermore.” I knew the night in the woods it would come to fruition. Tonight seals the deal. The black swan is mine. She said it herself. Declared it so.

  Sweeping damp strands of hair off her face, I stare at my naked woman in wonder. Her cheek twitches, a soft smile playing on her lips, even in sleep. Wanting to sample those well-used bad boys, I plant a kiss upon them, and her smile grows until it reaches her sated puppy dog eyes. One pops open, then closes again.

  I drag my knuckle down her cheek. It twitches under my touch. “Hey, baby.”

  “Hey,” Rosie replies, still dead to the world. After that orgasm she should be. Her whole body shook. I’ll have bruising on my shoulders and neck for days. Those teeth marks might even scar. They’re fuckin’ awesome. I hope like hell they do.

  My thumb traces the slope of her nose, down to the bow of her cherry red lips that I worked over. They’re gonna be sore tomorrow. “You passed out,” I whisper.

  Her eyelids flutter the smallest bit, but don’t open. “Hmm… I… I missed your orgasm, didn’t I?” Yeah, she did. I came as soon as her teeth found home. She was coming, I was coming. We made a goddamn glorious mess.

  Unable to control myself in her presence, I do whatever my body desires, and kiss her closed eyelid and the smooth patch of skin between her white-blonde brows. “That’s okay. I came inside you. I hope that’s not a problem.”

  “S’okay… That’s—” She yawns, and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. My heart drums double-time. “perfect. I… have an IUD. No worries.”

  “I’m clean, never went without a condom before.”

  “I trust you. Stop worrying… hot biker man. You’re ruinin’ my buzz.”

  Hot biker man.

  I chuckle. A stupidly pleased smile covers my face as I lean in to peck the tip of her pixie nose. “Oh, yeah?”

  She groans a sweet sleepy sound and scoots closer, until our bodies are flush. Her nose nuzzles my pec. “Feels good.”

  I wrap my arms around my woman, holding her to me, never wantin’ to let go. “You wanna sleep some more, sweetheart?”

  “Yes… You stay with me?”

  Fuck. That voice, that vulnerability, and people wonder why I love this woman. There’s no contest. A soft and pliant Rosie or a badass ballbusting bitch, makes no difference. She’s mine.

  The possessiveness that fuels me, forces me to draw her closer, until her breath steams my pec and lips press there. “Of course, I’m gonna stay. There’s no place I’d rather be.” Ever.

  “Good. I like this… You… Touching you… Your dick, it’s… ugh, good.”

  Ya hear that, my dick is ugh good. That’s the best fuckin’ compliment. So good, my stupid male ego inflates to an impressive hundred psi.

  I snicker. “Glad you approve.”

  “I much approve. Best… sex… Second person… ugh, soooo good.”

  Jesus.

  Her half-moan has my dick perking straight up, to answer her throaty call. The sick fuck I am takes advantage of her floaty catatonic-like state. Kissing her forehead once more, I carefully roll her onto her back and position her legs, so they’re spread for me. Then I do what I’ve wanted to do since the beginning of time and place myself between them. Rosie doesn’t move as I lay flat on my stomach, my steel spike rubbing against the comforter. My feet hang off the edge of the bed as I slip my hands beneath her pert ass and lift her to my mouth like a piece of juicy, sex-scented watermelon.

  A deep, carnal groan is pulled from Rosie’s throat as I lap her pussy, tasting myself there, salt and musk. Fuckin’ perfection.

  A shaky hand reaches down to rest on top of my head. “Kade?”

  “Rest, sweetheart, just gonna clean you up.”

  “Kay.”

  “Want you to come again, for me. Need you on my tongue, honey.”

  “Mmm, kay.”

  “This feel good?”

  “Y-yes.”

  I smile against her clit, then swirl it with my tongue before I suckle the hard, little nub into my mouth. Rosie shivers, and her nails unconsciously bite into my scalp, making me groan. The beast perks his head up, engaging in the fun.

  Taking my time, I savor my woman. Cleaning my cum from her folds, I taste her sweet juices, and get drunk on her scent, her taste, her perfection. The trust it takes for my woman to let me take care of her is intoxicating. I take advantage of that, and relish in the thought I can do this again in the morning, and the day after, and the fuckin’ day after that, if everything goes according to plan.

  It doesn’t take long for my beautiful Swan to moan. Sweet, low, hungry ones that spur me on. I delve my tongue into her core, taste her little rosebud, and return to her clit before she shatters again. It’s a slow and erotic process as her hips begin to undulate. Moans grow urgent. The muscles tense in her thighs; yet I hold her up, feasting because I can, ‘cause she’s fuckin’ letting me take her there.

  “Kade.” Rosie gasps. Her back arches off the bed, one hand fisting the comforter, and that’s all she wrote. The siren that rules my world comes apart at the seams and climaxes on my tongue. It’s a glorious sight, her body succumbing to the pleasure, letting it take her to new, unexplored heights. I lick her through every twitch, savoring the flood of juices. When she’s through, melting back against the comforter, I climb up her body and slide my cock home. Her legs lay limp on the bed, arms boneless beside her naked form. Three pumps are all it takes for me to unload inside her slick pussy for the second time tonight. Once I finish, I clean her with my tongue again, not missing a drop, then curl up on the mattress beside my sated queen.

  Instantly, she cuddles up to me, and I wrap my arms protectively around her. I kiss her hair, inhaling her clean scent. “Goodnight, my love.”

  “G’night, my… prince.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Rosie

  Slowing to a stop, Kade parks his motorcycle in front of a small, white country home. A porch spans the front of the h
ouse with bright-white railing and round columns. There’s even a matching swing and a whitewash rocker that looks ancient. Two empty flower baskets hang from either side of the porch ceiling, and a set of wooden steps lead straight up the center. A cobblestone path curves to meet a gravel driveway.

  I park my Ducati beside Kade’s on the shoulder, wondering why we’re here of all places. He said he had somewhere to show me after I woke this morning. He was already bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, laying there freshly showered beside me, handsome as can be. The smile on his face was infectious. I’ve been wearing one of my own since the moment he gave me a cheery, “Good morning, sweetheart,” then proceeded to devour my mouth for the next however long. As predictable as the sun is hot, it turned us on. Which lead to… naughty things. Ones that resulted in mutual orgasms. I’ve never been like this before. Insatiable. Needy. Touchy.

  I feel like a completely different woman.

  Free.

  It’s freaking me the hell out.

  Before we left, I took a hot shower in his bathroom. Kade sat on the closed toilet to keep me company, like you’d see in some strange romantic comedy. I kept peeking out from behind the curtain to make sure it was real. That he’s real. That this isn’t some fucked up dream I’ll wake up from. It’s equal parts scary and exciting… and good. So good.

  Could this be the place he was referring to? It’s in the middle of nowhere. Not another house for miles. The earthy silence is nice. A definite upgrade from the noise of the clubhouse, or Ryker’s cabin. It’s peaceful out here.

  A light gust messes up my hair as I remove my helmet and prop it on the tank to lean on.

  There’s an old tree in the front yard and thick shrubbery that flanks the home’s porch. White lattice peeks out from between the foliage. It adds character to the overall picture.