Vengeance: MMA/Ink Romance (KO Ink Book 1)

by Harley McRide

  “Easy, baby. We’ve got a lifetime of pleasing you.” Fin’s hands grazed over my body, effortlessly sending chills and tingles across my skin.

  “Fin,” I gasped.

  “Right here, baby,” he soothed, leaning in to take my lips. When I reached to pull him down tighter, Tony trailed his cock through my juices and nudged my ass, pushing gently past the tight barrier until he was fully seated inside me, oh my God it felt so good. Fin swallowed my moans, his hand working my clit over while Tony stretched my ass out to take all of him. Once my body had adjusted he moved over me, braced with a knee on each side of them, and entered me.

  “Oh my God,” I gasped, unable to move as both men impaled me.

  “Fuck you’re so tight, baby,” Tony ground out, slowly beginning to move. Fin countered his pace, rocking in and out of my pussy opposite of Tony’s movements. It wasn’t long until all of us were gasping and moaning, our deep breaths echoing against the walls.

  “Please!” I begged, teetering on the edge.

  “Yes, baby, that’s it. Come for us,” Fin growled, pushing into me harder and deeper. He felt my body tighten and reached between us, and pushed down on my clit until I exploded.

  My body seized, milking their cocks so tight and hard both men lost control, it was amazing to know I could do this to them. I was locked between them, unable to move or take control as they gave me more. I tried to arch and move but they held me fast, making me ride out each glorious wave of my orgasm until I floated down. Up and over they took me again, keeping my pleasure mounting and shattering until both men emptied their seed in my body.

  “Fuck!” Tony yelled, his hands gripping my sides.

  “Aaah!” Fin countered, his dick pulsing until I’d milked every last drop. As he fell to the side, his body spent and heart racing, I knew there was nothing more in life I wanted. I was theirs. My heart was theirs.

  Tony rolled me off him and got up to fetch a towel. When he returned, he cleaned me up and then himself, tossing the towel to Fin when he’d finished. I loved watching them like this, relaxed and sated. He crawled back in bed, rolling toward me and encasing me in his arms. “Thank you, baby. You’re amazing.” He kissed me sweetly.

  “I love you, Tony. With all of my heart,” I whispered, now sleepy.

  “Love you, baby,” he said back, kissing my temple.

  “You’re amazing, baby,” Fin said, dropping kisses on my cheek and lips. He wound his arms and legs over me, encasing me in their cocoon of muscle. “I’ll love you forever and always, babe.”

  My hand went up to cup his cheek, my eyes watering a little. “Forever and always,” I repeated, snuggling down between them before I let exhaustion take over.

  Epilogue

  Reese

  “You want to hit the pub for dinner tonight and watch the game?” Mike said as I finished going through Tony’s condo to make sure I’d left nothing laying around.

  “Yeah, sounds good. Your schedule clear for the evening?” I asked. It would be the first night in a week since the shit went down with Hector there was time to relax.

  “Sure is. So when you finish there come on over to Slinging Ink. The brothers are coming too. First time in a while we’ve all went out together.” Slinging Ink did one hell of a business, Mike and his brothers should be proud of what they’d built.

  “I’ll be there,” I looked at my watch and I should have just enough time, “Going to take a shower before the DSS lady shows for the walk through. Catch you later, bro,” I said and hung up.

  I took the paint cans and everything else I’d used out to the car, leaving me thirty minutes to take a quick shower before the woman showed up for her walk-through. God, I hope the old hag didn’t take too long. I was tired and hungry. She’d probably want to look at every fucking room. What I should have done was make one of the other guys come over for it but I was going to be here anyway so what the hell.

  I worked the kinks out of my back as I waited for the water to heat up before I stepped into the heat. Damn, that shit felt good as it beat down on my back.

  It was great to be back with my friends and family. I hadn’t realized until I started working and taking care of Tony’s, Mike’s, and Fin’s businesses and being around everyone daily, that I’d been kind of lonely out in Vegas.

  As I washed down my body and my hand touched on my cock, it hit me how lonely I had been when he perked up. Thing had its own mind, didn’t seem to care if it was in my hand or snug in a woman’s pussy, it’d take its joy anyway it could get it.

  There was time, so what the hell, a little self-pleasure would take the edge off. I rested my forehead against the tile and wrapped my soaped covered hand around my cock, groaning as I stroked up and down, squeezing my cock tighter, just like I like it. With my other hand, I cupped my balls, massaging them until the pressure started to build and my orgasm was on the cusp of making me blow.

  Speeding the motion of my hand that’s wrapped around my cock, I felt the pressure reaching maximum load and closed my eyes tight, stepping up the movement even more. On the up stroke, I ran my thumb over the slit and by the next stroke my come was hitting the tile in front of me.

  “Shit, I need a fucking woman,” I said out loud as I washed my body. And evidently someone heard me since the doorbell rang out.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” was yelled as I hurried out of the shower, half drying before throwing my clothes on and making my way to the door. Should have known the old lady would show up early.

  I opened the door and what stood in front of me was anything but old as the woman stood and stared at me, her eyes moving down and stopping on the front of my pants.

  When I looked down I noticed that in my haste I hadn’t zipped my pants or put on any underwear. “Sorry, just got out of the shower,” I said and started to zip my pants.

  The woman didn’t say anything so I looked up and when I did, her tongue slid across her lips as her eyes watched my hand move the zipper up. My cock protested being shut out of view and began to swell, tightening my pants to the point of pain.

  “Are you from DSS?” I asked and watched as her eyes raised up to mine and she worked for composure.

  “Yes, I’m Zoey Marshall. I was expecting Tony Roark for the walk-through,” she said and I stepped back so she could enter. She walked in and fuck me, as she moved down the hall toward the kitchen, the view of her walking away was as good as the one from the front.

  Following behind, I didn’t hear a word she said from then on out. All I thought was so long loneliness.

  Books by Harley McRide

  Ops Warriors MC

  Sharing Freedom

  Bringing Harmony

  Shady

  Devil Savages MC

  Bed of Roses

  Burned by Abi

  Highway to Heaven

  Lady Riders

  Rain Falls

  Treats Aren’t Always Sweet

  Broken Wings

  Furies MC

  Baby Bear – Coming Soon

  KO Ink

  Co-authored w/Carson Mackenzie

  Vengeance

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  Books by Carson Mackenzie

  Black Hawk MC

  Speed – Coming Soon

  KO Ink

  Co-authored with Harley McRide

  Vengeance

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  Excerpt from Speed

  Black Hawk MC Book One

  By Carson Mackenzie

  My ass and legs were sure to cramp when I finally stopped. I'd been on the road for a week and couldn't wait to get back to the club. It had been one long ride across country from Virginia to Washington St
ate.

  My nickname, Speed, came from my penchant to fly down the open road and the fact I had gotten a ticket the very first time I'd taken out my bike. I thought I’d never live it down with my dad and the club, my mistake thinking they had a little more maturity than my friends had. My friends, my brothers, I couldn't wait to see them.

  We'd only had our cuts for a few years when we started to leave one by one. It hadn't meant shit our dads were the six military buddies who had founded the Black Hawk MC, we had to bide our time just like every other Prospect. Damn, the closer I get, the more I realize how much I miss the club—my family—more than I would have thought possible.

  It would be different this time, I would have to adjust all over again to my dad's absence around the clubhouse. The Marines kept me busy and I hadn't had to dwell on his death since the day I left after his funeral. Now with each mile that I get closer, the more Cutter surfaced in my thoughts.

  I was raised in the Black Hawks MC, my mother had been a club whore, and when my dad, Harvey "Cutter" Weston, wouldn't make her his ol’ lady, she'd handed me over and walked away, never looking back. I'd been three-years-old. Rumors traveled through the club that she had surfaced at one of the other clubs. Started using drugs and died by an overdose of heroine a few years before my dad died, the needle still stuck in the vein in her arm when they found her. It had come to no surprise for the members of Black Hawk, because rumors had floated for years the Haven MC was selling and using their product. It wasn't like I was sad she was gone—can't miss something I never had to begin with because even when she was around, she paid no attention to me.

  My dad, Cutter, had been an Enforcer in the club. The one who made sure every member followed the rules of the Black Hawks. He was also one of the originals.

  Looking down at my fuel gauge, I wasn't going to make it all the way in; one more stop was needed. The sun was going down and I was tired, vowing tomorrow night I would be in my own bed. The next town I came across I would stop, fill up my tank, grab some food, then stay the night, getting a good night's sleep before making the final leg of my trip and finally reaching my destination. As I passed by the road sign stating food, gas, and lodging at the next exit, I flipped the blinker making my way down the exit. One more night and a few more hours on the road and I would be at the club.

  Wow, home, it’d been a while and I was ready. At least I thought so.

  Excerpt from Broken Wings

  Lady Riders Book Three

  By Harley McRide

  Z was lying in bed bored out of his fucking mind when he saw Data running by the door. He called out to his brother loudly, damn it, something was going on now. He was staying at the fucking medical house for a week, it was the only way Boo would allow him to actually be discharged, the little butthead. He grinned, she was like a little sister to him, well all of them, and they actually listened to her, so she took advantage.

  Nike was back, he knew it, and he was waiting for her to show up here. He knew she would come, because there was something between them, had been since they first met. However, with all the bullshit going around, Z and Nike hadn’t had time to connect, which was going to end now.

  “Data,” Z yelled and he heard his boots stop and then return to the doorway. “What the fuck is going on?”

  “Shit, I don’t know. Nike took a call and everyone is moving out. Boony is in the Lady Riders office panicking ‘cause he had to talk to a kid and he messaged me. I am going to help him out.”

  “Do not fuckin’ leave me here, man, let me come,” Z grumbled, he needed something to do and over the years he had worked with Data on several things. He and the brother got along and had even shared a few of the hanger-ons together in the past. He was a good guy, but he never would have thought about anything long term like some of the others had done.

  Z struggled to get up on the crutches to go and do something useful today. Hmmm, Nike, maybe she was already in next door, maybe with him immobile he would volunteer to be a guard at the office for the Lady Riders. Their Prez had already asked for volunteers, so this may work out perfectly. Two birds one stone, no more fucking around.

  “Come on, gimp,” Data laughed as he brought back the damn wheelchair the hospital had insisted he get, mostly because when the car hit him, it broke his leg in two places, which completely sucked but they were clean breaks and add on the thirty-five stiches, they said the crutches could do more harm than good. Whatever, it just meant he was a fucking invalid for a while, at least until the stiches were taken out. But he could get creative with Nike, he had thought about it enough that he was now sure his dick would have a permanent bruise from getting hard in his pants with no place to go. And yeah, he needed to stop his current train of thought before he got more uncomfortable by another hard-on.

  “Don’t go so fast, asshole, you are gonna launch me out of this fucking chair,” Z grumbled and Data laughed.

  “Hey, we need to move it. Boony could seriously scar a kid if he talks to them for too long.”

  “This is true.” Z laughed.