by Avery Aster
She, on the other hand, would leave an ache in his heart that would never fade.
The desire to distract her by taking control and turning this into a marathon fuck session was nearly overwhelming, but he pulled up his courage to face this head on.
He pushed himself to a sitting position. “Sure.”
“Rip told me you and he were in rival gangs.”
“But you know he was working undercover.”
She nodded. “But you… ride with a criminal gang.”
“What’s your point?” he asked, a hard edge creeping into his voice.
He gritted his teeth, not sure why he didn’t tell her the whole truth. Maybe because he wanted her to accept him no matter what.
“I guess that means you and I don’t really have a future together,” she said, staring at her hands.
“Because you don’t trust me.”
She gazed at him. “No, it’s not that.” She turned to him and stroked his cheek. The tender touch send tremors through him. “I trust you totally. I just…” Her lips compressed. “I just don’t think I could live that life. I need stability. I want to meet someone. To settle down, have kids one day.” She bit her lip. “I realize hearing this probably wants to make you run for the hills, but I have to be honest. I really want to keep seeing you. You’re really good for me in so many ways, and I love being with you, but… I need a relationship that at least has a chance at leading to something stable and long-term.”
He stared at her wide brown eyes. Images of him walking through the door of a home in the country, Marissa waiting for him with dinner on the stove, her belly swollen with his child, sent his heart thumping.
It was what he wanted, too. Intensely. But the life he led didn’t lend itself to hearth and home. To a long-term relationship with a woman and having children.
But he didn’t have to stay in this life.
“Marissa, what if I gave up riding with the gang?”
Her eyes lit with hope.
“You’d do that?”
“In fact, that’s why I came here. That’s what I’ve been struggling with.”
“You’ve been trying to decide if you should leave the gang or not?”
“No. Well, yes, but it’s more than that. The reason I knew that Rip was an undercover cop was because I’m one, too.”
“You’re a detective?”
“That’s right. When Rip left the force, I was told about his undercover assignment. Over time it got me thinking. Maybe I should leave, too.”
* * *
Marissa’s heart pounded in her chest, hope building within her. She had thought this to be a hopeless situation with Killer. She hadn’t known him very long but she knew deep inside that she was in love with him. Maybe it was the magic of this crazy island that everyone talked about, because she never would have believed that someone could fall in love so quickly. But she had. And it had seemed hopeless. She hadn’t allowed herself to believe he might walk away from his chosen life to be with her.
“What have you decided?”
“Rip left the force, and I’ve been thinking about that for a long time, but being a cop is all I’ve ever wanted to be. It’s important to me.”
“Oh.” Her heart sank.
“You don’t understand. Being a cop is important to me. Riding with a criminal gang… that’s not what I want.”
He took her hand and gazed into her eyes. “I know you want stability, but would you consider marrying a cop? Even if I stop being undercover, my job has an element of danger. There’s always the possibility that…” He shrugged. “Can you accept that?”
Her heart swelled. “Are you asking me to marry you?”
“Well, I…” He scratched his head and her cheeks flushed at her obvious mistake. “I wasn’t exactly, but… yeah.”
“You weren’t,” she stammered, wanting to run and hide in a corner.
“Ah, fuck, I screwed that up big time.” He dragged her into his arms and pulled her against his muscular, tattooed chest. “The only reason I didn’t ask is because I didn’t think you were ready for the question yet. I was going to suggest that I take a desk job, somewhere close to you, then we date for a while, see how things go.”
He drew back and stared down at her. “And by ‘see how things go’ I mean I intended to date the hell out of you until you were convinced you couldn’t live without me, then I’d pop the question.” He tightened his arms around her, leaving her breathless. “And if you said no at that point, I’d probably drag you to my place and chain you to my bed until you changed your mind.”
Her lips turned up in a smile. “So I take it you’ll continue to be a dominating so-and-so.”
His eyes narrowed, but with a glitter of amusement. “Is that a problem?”
She shook her head. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
His lips captured hers and his tongue drove inside, as if he were claiming her.
After he’d fully explored her mouth and finally released her, she drew in a deep breath.
She knew it was crazy, that she hadn’t known him very long, but she knew that she wanted him in her life. Now and forever.
“So can I save us some time and answer your question now?”
He gazed down at her, his eyes growing calm, and a little distant, and he released his tight hold on her. Then he tipped his head in a single nod.
All at once, it hit her that the big, confident, dominating man who had mastered her so easily, was actually afraid she’d say no.
She almost laughed out loud. But instead, she stroked his cheek and gazed into his deep, amber eyes.
“If you were to ask me to marry you right now…” She felt his body tense and she had to stop from giggling, as she tortured him by drawing in a breath to keep him on edge. “I would say…” She gazed up at him, and finally smiled. “Yes.”
She could feel the tension seep from him and his eyes lit up as he grinned.
“And if I wait to ask?”
She tipped her head. “Well, I don’t know. A lot could change.”
He laughed out loud, then in a sudden movement, he flipped her onto her back and pinned her hands above her head.
“I’m not taking any chances. Marissa, marry me.”
Joy surged through her, but she couldn’t help teasing him. “Is that an order or a question?”
He took her lips in a passionate kiss. “It’s whatever you need it to be to say yes.”
She smiled. “Yes!”
Chapter Fourteen
Two days later, Marissa finished the dishes, thinking about the last couple of days they’d enjoyed being together in the beautiful island setting. They’d spent the days swimming in the ocean, walking along the beach, and going for rides on his big motorcycle. She loved the wind in her hair, and clinging to his big body as they sped along the winding roads.
She wiped the last dish and placed it in the drainer, then wiped her hands and returned to the living room where Killer continued his book. He had cooked lunch, so it was her turn to clean up.
“You want to go for a swim?” she asked.
He put down his book and glanced at her with a big smile. “I’d like to go for a ride.”
“Okay, I’ll go change into my jeans.” The light sundress she was wearing wasn’t practical for a ride.
Killer had arranged to have her suitcase sent over from the resort. She turned to head for the bedroom.
“I wasn’t thinking on my bike.”
He stood up and approached her, then glided his hands around her waist and cupped her butt, then pulled her tight to him. She could feel his erection through his jeans.
He brushed his lips along her neck, then nuzzled, sending tingles through her.
“And for what I have in mind, you’re a little overdressed,” he said as he slipped one thin strap off her shoulder, then the other.
She felt the zipper glide down her back and he slid the dress down to her waist, revealing her strapless, black lace bra. The dress
was black with a tropical floral pattern, and she wore a pretty black lace panty and bra set with a pink ribbon trim that matched the bright flowers on the dress. He slipped the dress over her hips and it fell to the floor.
“Do I have any say in this?” she asked as she curled her hands around his neck.
He pulled her tight against him again, the hard bulge in his pants pushing against her.
“None at all.” He then turned her and pressed her toward the patio doors.
She opened the door and stepped out into the warmth. She walked along the tiled patio, heading toward the hanging bed on the beach, but he stopped her before she stepped onto the soft sand.
She noticed that he’d taken down a string of paper lanterns that lit the patio at night, leaving the black metal rod that they had been suspended from bare except for a couple of strong-looking chains hanging from the center. The rod had been hardly noticeable when the lanterns had hung from it. Now it looked ominous, in an exhilarating way.
“Give me your wrists.”
She held out her arm and he picked up a thick, black band from the teak table and wrapped it around her wrist, buckling it into place. Then he attached a band to her other wrist. He drew her hand over her head and attached the heavy, metal clip on the end of the chain to the ring on her wrist, then did the same with her other hand.
Now she stood there with her hands chained above her head.
“I’m your prisoner.”
“That’s right. And I can do anything I want with you.”
“And what do you want to do with me?”
He stood behind her and stroked her ass, bared by the skimpy thong she wore. Heat started to build in her at his touch. His other hand glided up her hip and over her stomach, then cupped her breast. Her nipple peaked, thrusting against the lace. She wanted to feel his hand on her naked breast.
He squeezed and she moaned softly.
“Well, right now,”—he nuzzled her neck—“what I want to do is…” He nipped her skin and she sucked in a breath.
“Yes,” she prompted, wanting him to get on with it. Wanting to feel his hands all over her.
“Talk.” Then to her surprise he drew away and sat down in the chair by the table, gazing at her.
“About what?” Her voice sounded a bit on edge.
He leaned his elbow on the armrest and leaned his head against his hand.
“Well, I’ve been thinking. First, you were attracted to Rip. Even though you didn’t know he was in a dangerous gang, you did know he was a biker. Deep down you must have suspected something, but you went out with him anyway.”
“I didn’t—”
But he continued, ignoring her interruption. “Then you came to this island and found yourself running away from him. But who did you run to?” His hand flattened on his chest with a smug smile. “Me. Now you had to figure I was a dangerous type. I mean, the way I treated you…”
“What’s your point?” She was feeling a little uncertain about where he was going with this, and right now, talking was the last thing on her mind anyway.
“The point is, you are attracted to bad-ass biker men.”
“Are you afraid when we go back and you’re no longer part of a gang, that I won’t be interested anymore?”
He stood up and walked toward her. He stood close in front of her, staring down at her smugly. “Not at all.” Then he grinned. “I know how to keep you satisfied.”
He stroked her hair from her face. “But I do think there’s something we can tap into here, that could keep things very…”—his grin broadened—“exciting.”
“What are you thinking?”
“You’re attracted to Rip, you said so yourself, and he’s attracted to you.” He stoked her cheek, his eyes growing serious. “You are my woman. Heart and soul.”
She nodded, but confusion soared through her.
“Since I’m so sure of that, I don’t see any reason that I can’t…” He grinned broadly. “Share you.”
“Share? But… are you suggesting that you and Rip? I mean both of you?”
“That’s exactly what he’s suggesting.”
She sucked in a breath at the sound of Rip’s voice. She saw him standing on the beach just a few yards away. She glanced up at Killer’s heated eyes, then back to Rip, her heart thundering with excitement.
“But I thought that you were involved with someone.”
“I am. That’s why I wouldn’t do anything to make you think we had a chance together, but she’s on board with me sharing you with Killer.”
She frowned. “Why?”
Rip grinned, that devilish grin of his that always made her feel special.
“Because I share her with the other men I ride with.”
Her eyes widened. “Really?”
Killer’s hand slid over her ass, heating her skin. “And just in case you didn’t believe him, he’s brought proof.”
A young woman with long, black hair, wearing tight jeans and a black camisole sauntered across the beach to the bed, then sat on it. Behind her stood two tall, bare-chested bikers in jeans, their inked chests and arms well-sculpted.
“This is Raven,” Rip said. “She was concerned you wouldn’t believe me, so she decided to come along.”
The two men smiled at Marissa, their gazes gliding down her mostly nude body. A shiver raced through her.
“That’s Shock and Wild Card.”
“Hi,” Shock said, his eyes smoldering.
The man named Wild Card grinned at her with a crooked smile. “Hey, there.”
“Don’t let us interrupt you,” Raven said as the two men stepped in front of her.
She stroked one hand over the front of Shock’s jeans as she unzipped Wild Card. Almost in shock, Marissa watched as the woman reached inside and pulled out the man’s penis. She leaned forward and took the tip in her mouth, then her cheeks hollowed.
Killer, now standing behind Marissa, cupped both her breasts and squeezed. The man’s cock slipped from Raven’s lips and she stroked him while she unzipped Shock and drew out his cock, which was already growing rigid.
The woman sucked on both of them, switching from one to the other.
Marissa felt her bra release, then Killer drew it from her body and dropped it to the ground.
Rip’s gaze fell on her naked breasts, his eyes glowing with heat.
He reached forward in awe and stroked her breast. Heat rushed through her at his touch.
She’d yearned for his touch for a long time. The feel of his fingers gliding over her hard, sensitive nipple sent exhilarating sensations fluttering through her.
She glanced at Killer, feeling a little guilty, but he just smiled and nodded.
Rip crouched down in front of her, until he was eye-level with her breasts, then he took one in his mouth. She almost moaned out loud, but suppressed it, a little embarrassed by the situation.
But as he continued to lick and suckle her sensitive nub, she couldn’t help herself. She moaned softly.
She glanced to the bed. The men had dropped their jeans, their tight assess a sight to behold. One had pulled Raven’s camisole strap down and bared her breast. It was big and round, the nipple a deep, dusky pink, and thrusting forward.
Killer stroked Marissa’s nipple while Rip suckled the other. Then Rip stood up and cupped her cheeks, then kissed her. His lips pressed on hers warmly and his tongue dipped inside. She melted against him, her naked breasts pressing against the cotton of his T-shirt.
He released her mouth and tugged off his shirt, then captured her mouth again, this time drawing her close to his body, crushing her breasts tight against him, her nipples thrusting hard against his bare skin.
“God, you feel so good,” Rip murmured.
“Stop.”
Marissa started at Killer’s voice, and glanced toward him, now standing by her side. Had he changed his mind? Was he angry with Rip, or with her?
He reached above her head and released first one wrist from the chains, then
the other.
“Sit down,” he commanded, pointing at one of the chairs around the teak table.
She sat down as directed, her eyes lowered.
“Marissa, I want to watch you suck Rip’s cock.”
Her gaze darted to his face. His expression was stern, just like always when he took charge. But he was continuing this, and she could see the outline of his big cock in his jeans, stretching the denim.
Rip unzipped his jeans and dropped them to the ground then stepped in front of her. He drew his big cock from his boxers and pointed it toward her.
Oh, God, it was huge. Almost as big as Killer’s.
She glanced toward the bed to see Raven watching them. The two men sat on either side of her while she stroked their erections. Both men had a handful of breast in his hand as they all watched Marissa.
She felt a little embarrassed being watched by them, but she couldn’t see any sign of jealousy in Raven’s keen gaze. More heated interest as her hands glided up and down the big cocks.
Marissa felt a little wicked, and daring as she tentatively wrapped her hand around Rip’s big, thick cock. It was hot and hard in her hand.
“Stroke it,” Killer insisted. He unzipped his jeans and she watched him take out his huge cock as she glided her hand up Rip’s cock, then down again.
“That feels so good,” Rip encouraged.
“Take it in your mouth,” Killer commanded.
She leaned forward and opened her mouth, then glided her lips around the big head. Rip let out a moan.
Killer stepped behind her and placed his hand over her breast. Her nipple spiked into his palm. He stroked his cock.
She slid down on Rip’s cock, then back again.
“Oh, yeah,” Rip said.
She lapped her tongue around his tip, then suckled the end.
“Fuck,” Rip said in a strangled voice.
Killer’s cockhead brushed her cheek as he stroked it. She released Rip, still holding his rock-solid shaft in her hand and turned to run her lips over Killer’s cock. He turned and fed it into her mouth, pushing inside, slowly, giving her time to take all of him. Then he drew back.
“Do both of us.” Killer stepped beside Rip.
