by Lena Pierce
“Mmmm,” I groan. “I love your fingers in my cunt.”
“I love how dirty the word cunt sounds on those sweet lips,” he says, still between my legs. “I love how sweet you taste.”
He works me to a frenzy, turning me to a smorgasbord, a dessert course. His dirty talk intensifies along with the build up that has me ready to explode into space. When I’m so close, unable to formulate real words, he flips me over, pulling my ass into the air.
I cry out in protest and he smacks my ass, a sharper slap than the playful one outside. His hand caresses me right after, though. His mouth finds my pussy again, but ventures quickly up toward the smaller hole, lingering. He chuckles as I tense, his laughter vibrating against my backside.
His fingers find their way back to their earlier ministrations and I moan, pushing back toward him, oblivious until he slips another finger into my ass to work along with his tongue.
I yelp, “Backdoor!”
Griz cracks up at this but doesn’t stop. It makes me laugh, which makes my insides clench deliciously. This whole thing is out of my comfort zone, totally. I’m still pretty vanilla when it comes to sex, but I trust my husband.
His finger keeps moving inside my ass, two other fingers in my pussy as I move against him, feeling both embarrassed and wanting. It’s a weird feeling that I want to hate, but I just don’t. The juices flowing from inside of me tell him the same, and he picks up the pace working me back up, pushing me to the edge.
“One of these days,” he says.
He doesn’t need to finish. I know just what he was going to say. I push back against him, inviting him in. He says, “Come for me, baby,” and I don’t need any more of an invitation. I explode, the orgasm so intense I think I might die of a heart attack.
I cry and writhe and come and he works me through it all, coaxing and teasing until all that’s left is a boneless woman and some aftershocks.
He pulls me back against him, picking me up from the table and carrying me to the bed. When he lays me down on the soft, down-filled comforter, he studies me as I watch him sleepily.
“Tanner, I need you to know what I feel for you,” he says. “I know I can be a stubborn bastard. I know I have a hard time saying how I feel. I know I retreat into my old habits sometimes. But I love you. I hate the way you came to me, but I’m glad you did.”
I reach out, my hand not quite reaching him. He leans in for a long, lingering kiss.
“Was that a thank you for letting you play with my asshole?” I ask.
Griz barks a loud, unexpected laugh. “God, baby, you are … the best,” he says, kissing me again, smiling against my mouth. It makes my heart do funny things to see him smile to much these days. I think he spent a lot of time unhappy. I feel like I won a gold medal in the Olympics to have gotten him to the point where he can be happy.
When he enters me, it’s slowly. We make love, our bodies joined wherever they can be. Every neuron and atom is connected between us. I’ve never felt so close to another person.
When he comes, I come with him, our joint ecstasy only the tip of the iceberg of what we feel for each other, what we can do together. Having his body would be enough. I know his heart and he doesn’t have to say pretty words for me to know he cares.
Later, while he sleeps, I trace the lines of his body, memorizing every inch the way I always do when he’s unaware that I’m looking. I’ve never seen a more beautiful man, a specimen so suited to my tastes. Sometimes I thank the stars that I was kidnapped. It sounds crazy, right? To be glad that Spike took me, forced me to Griz’ bed. But I was trapped with my father. I was dying to explore, to live a life.
I wouldn’t have chosen to go through what I did, to be hurt the way I was. I wouldn’t have hoped for Kit’s death. I wouldn’t have ever guessed that my father and Griz would have formed this unlikely partnership. Or that Griz would ever see me as more than some dumb girl that got left on his bed to claim. But here we are, married, lovers, and ready to move on to a life as a family with Shannon.
It’s impossible to predict what will happen tomorrow, let alone next month, next year, or twenty years from now. Club business can be dangerous; that’s a fact that will never change. I worry for my father, now that I know more about what the club life really means. I worry for Griz.
One thing I know is that I love this man. I love our life together. And I feel completely free for the first time in my whole life.
THE END
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Savage Kiss: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Shattered Hearts MC) (The Bad Boys Who Broke Me Collection Book 1)
I took her unprotected just to keep her safe.
I’m holding her here under the president’s orders.
But the fiery mystery that drove Meghan into my arms has hidden layers I never expected.
She doesn’t want my help, but she’s getting it anyways.
We’ll find the answers she wants. Then I’ll pin her down and take what I want, too.
DIRK
When your MC president gives you a job, you do it.
No questions. No dallying.
Just get the sh!t done.
But when the job turns out to be snatching up his baby sister and keeping her under my eye, things get a little more interesting.
It doesn’t hurt that Meghan is a stone cold fox, with the temper to match.
She’s feisty. I like that in a woman.
It makes it all the more fun when I break them.
But what was supposed to be a simple bodyguard job turned into exile and war as we run from the men who seem to want her dead.
Protecting your mark is never easy, but it’s even harder when I’m dying inside to get my hands on her curvy little frame.
Every time she smiles at me, I feel emotions bubbling to the surface.
Things I haven’t felt in years.
Things that make me want to break all the rules to make her mine.
F**k it all.
I’ve decided I want her in my arms.
And I don’t care what I have to do to keep her there.
MEGHAN
I left behind everything to make a life for myself.
The biker world has long since receded in my rearview mirror.
Now, all I want is piece in my little corner of the city.
No war, no choppers, no dead bodies.
Just quiet. Calm. Gratitude.
But I soon learn that it’s not so easy to escape the outlaw lifestyle.
My brother – the one who refused to give up his biker ways when I left – calls me out of the blue.
His voice is different than I remember.
Darker. Deeper. More haunted and cruel.
He tells me I’m in danger.
Whether I like it or not, he’s pulling me back into the world of the Shattered Hearts MC.
He says it’s for my own good.
But the man he sends to collect me doesn’t seem good at all.
In fact, he’s the definition of a bad boy.
Dirk Dvorak is everything I ran away from.
Massive, muscled, tatted, and terrifying.
But he keeps making me react to his presence in ways I never anticipated.
He takes what he wants.
And gives me only what I beg for.
I’m forced to watch from within the MC clubhouse as my little store goes up in flames.
No one seems to give a d*mn about finding out who wanted to hurt me so bad.
Not even my dear brother.
No one, that is – except for Dirk.
And the longer I spend on the hunt for answers with the biker bad boy by my side, the more I find out about the man he truly is.
And the more I fall deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole I tri
ed so desperately to claw my way out of.
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