MALICE (A HOUNDS OF HELL MOTORCYCLE CLUB ROMANCE)

by Nikki Wild

  “Everyone here is a brother right now,” Hunter chuckled. “I think that they can make do without me for a single night…”

  It was less than fifteen minutes before we slipped back into his house. Well, I say ‘slipped’, but what I really meant is more like ‘crashed.’

  His front door flew open, keys jammed into the doorknob, and my back slammed into a wall. While my arms were wrapped around his neck, and my ankles around his waist, Hunter was keeping me supported from beneath with his hands.

  I reached down and yanked out the keys as he kicked the door shut with the back of a boot. Locking it with a quick flick of my wrist, I dropped the keys on the floor near the door before he swept me further into the house, knocking down stray bits of décor and the odd framed picture from the walls.

  I heard glass shatter and books clatter against the hardwood floors as he kissed me with passionate fervor. My ass plopped down on the countertop of his kitchen island as his lips descended upon my neck, hands wandering along my clothes.

  Hunter was possessed with deep, unyielding lust for me… and after the tensions of the last few nights, I was eager to submit to his feral needs.

  After all, I was starved for his love myself.

  My back arched as he wormed a saliva-slick finger into my panties, stroking along the outer lips of my labia. My clit responded to his small strokes, swelling with need, and I drifted my knees apart to make his efforts easier.

  With a sudden ferocity, I grabbed both edges of his open leather jacket in my fists, yanking him into a powerful lip-lock.

  Hunter’s tongue swirled against mine, and I tasted his ruggedness and sweat within my mouth. Meanwhile, he was slipping his finger inside my wet pussy, forcing my lips into a gasp against his own.

  A moan escaped my mouth and straight into his as I welcomed his yearning digit inside. My hips began to rock slightly against his movements, allowing him further access inside my trembling body.

  Hunter decided that it was time we made things a little easier, so he withdrew from me and began ripping my clothes off. I did the same to him, pulling his leather jacket from his broad, sculpted form before tugging off his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans…

  He caught my wrists there, spinning me to face away from him. I planted my hands down on the countertop of the kitchen island as he unclipped and tossed aside my bra, leaving me in my panties against him.

  Eager to tease me, I felt him unsheathe himself and plant his thick, hot cock between my thighs. Hunter pressed against my body, rubbing the rock-hard erection against the covered lips of my pussy to bring me closer to peak arousal.

  “Oh, you teasing little bastard…”

  “Nothing little about me, detective…”

  The massive tool between my thighs attested to that much – that was for certain.

  With my argument stripped from my lips, he hooked both thumbs into the lining of my panties and dragged them down my hips, until they dropped to my ankles.

  Instead of trying to slip his steamy, throbbing cock into my welcoming and wet slit, Hunter reached around to slip two fingers into my mouth. I tasted my own essence on one, and eagerly suckled the digits until he pulled them back from my lips.

  With a firm but gentle pressure, he pushed them both into my sopping wet pussy. Pleased by how he stretched my chasm, I gasped in satisfaction and tried to spread my ankles further. The panties offered some light bondage that excited me more than kicking them off, so I allowed them to keep my ankles merely a foot, maybe a foot and a half apart.

  “Oh god, Hunter,” I moaned as he plunged the fingers deeper into my body. “That feels so good… I love your fingers inside my wet pussy, Hunter… finger me harder…”

  A husky chuckle escaped his lips and into my ear. “Oh, since when did you become so dirty, detective?”

  I reached back and grabbed the nape of his neck, pressing him closer into my ear. “Shut up and finger-fuck me harder, Hunter…”

  “Better ask nicely,” he grinned.

  “Please, Hunter…”

  I felt his flat palm press down between my shoulder blades, and he pushed me down against the kitchen island. Both hands firmly grasping the edges now, I let loose a chorus of moans as he followed my request.

  Hunter’s rugged fingers pummeled my pussy from the inside, sliding in and curling to excite my inner bundle of nerves. I felt his digits glide along the ridges of my soaking chasm, pressing me onward to a mounting, crippling orgasm…

  I begged him to not stop as my knuckles went white around the countertop edges. With a trembling that rose from my toes and shook my knees, I gasped and undulated against his form.

  The powerful multiple orgasms sent rolling waves of pleasure across my body, emptying my mind of coherent thought… and utterly driving me insane with bliss.

  “That felt like a good one,” Hunter grinned as I felt the helmet of his hard cock press against my slick lower lips. “But I think it’s my turn now…”

  With just enough strength to push up off of the island, I let a hand loosely scratch at the back of his neck, and I nodded.

  My hand guided his face down to my shoulder, and Hunter took the opportunity to nip my lobe, kiss my throat, and bite down lightly into my tender, soft shoulder.

  “Ooof,” I murmured with surprise and delight. “That… I could use some of that.”

  “Happy to oblige.” The words were laced with a raw huskiness that sent a shiver of excitement down my spine.

  Just then, his thick, throbbing cock pushed into my yearning chasm. I felt my body shudder with incredible desire as he sheathed himself deep inside my quivering folds.

  “Oh god,” I murmured.

  “You always felt so incredible around my cock,” I heard him groan as he thrust in again. “You’re still so tight around my dick – so tight, and so fucking wet…”

  Hunter never talked like that unless he was really into the fucking, so I wiggled my hips against his when he thrust in again.

  As I’d anticipated, he let loose a mighty groan, his hands squeezing around my pelvis as his cock burrowed as far as it could go into my body. The motion was enough to force the air from my lungs, and I was panting with lust within seconds.

  “Hunter…” I murmured hungrily.

  “Yes, Sarah?”

  I always loved the way my name dripped from his lips. As it did every time before, it turned me on so hard to hear him whisper it during our most intimate moments together.

  “Fuck me hard, Hunter…”

  There was no need for teasing or restraining now. With that invitation, he followed the suggestion to the T, clenching his fingers around my hips as he rammed his throbbing member into my wet, needful folds again and again…

  He clasped a fistful of my hair with his balled hand, pulling me up into position against himself. The sensation of my tugging hair as his thick tool penetrated me with all the intensity he offered drove me towards the brink again…

  “Keep that up, and you’re going to make me come again, Hunter,” I moaned out to him. “That feels so fucking good…”

  “Good,” he chuckled lustfully, his heavy balls slapping against me as he fucked me hard. “Let it feel good… let yourself come… in fact, why don’t you just let go altogether?

  “Come for me, Sarah,” he murmured into my ear as he arched my spine backwards, his fistful of hair guiding me like a rein. His free hand moved from clenching into my hip to squeezing my heaving breast, his rugged fingers gliding across the perky nipple.

  “Come for me,” he repeated hungrily.

  How could I turn down a request like that?

  So I did.

  As my body shivered with passion and undying need, I felt his punishing thrusts drive me towards the edge of pure and blissful satisfaction… and my moaning descended into a primal chorus of passion, desire, and eagerness utterly fulfilled.

  The orgasm came just as hard as before, blinding my senses and driving every thought out of my head besides More, More
, Yes, There, NOW…

  The climax eclipsed my body and soul.

  Crushing satisfaction poured across my flesh, stiffening my limbs as I clenched beneath his hulking, rugged form. While his cock began to speed up with intensity, fucking me harder than even before, I felt wave after wave of contentment flood my veins.

  Hunter groaned out a hasty “Oh fuck, fuck, here it comes, fuck!” before going rigid against me as well. His throbbing member drove itself as deep into my wet chasm as it could possibly go as his chest released a feral growl of pleasure.

  He released his hot, heavy seed into my slickened folds, pumping out every drop that he had to offer. My pleased pussy clenched around his thick cock, milking his heavy balls dry.

  With one final rope of his seed inside, he all but collapsed against my body. I held myself up against the kitchen island and panted with unending satisfaction as the strength finally faded from his veins.

  “That was… incredible,” he murmured into my ear.

  “Not much has changed,” I smiled softly, wiping a finger of sweat from my forehead.

  “That’s not true,” Hunter whispered into my ear. “You’ve changed for the better…”

  “You flatter me,” I gasped as he gave me another quick little thrust inside, forcing my lips into an involuntary little moan.

  I flashed him a mischievous, snarky little smile over my shoulder, and he pulled out. I could feel his seed slowly begin to slip down my thigh.

  “It’s true,” Hunter reassured me, a finger lifting my chin as I turned to face him. “When I knew you before, you were a little brat… adorable, yes, but maybe a little more trouble than you were worth… and now…”

  “Oh, trust me,” I grinned, leaning back against the kitchen island but resting my head against his chest. “I can still be a bit of a brat when I need to be. Part of me will always be that little teenage girl that you fell in love with… just like part of you will always be that tough, strong man I loved so much.”

  Hunter nodded, reflecting on these words.

  “Are you positive that you have to go? There can be a life for you here… you fought with the Devil’s Dragons. They already accept you as my woman, but now they’ll consider you one of their own…”

  I sighed, nodding against his chest.

  “I need to go,” I sadly answered him. “My lieutenant already wants my badge and my gun. There’s no reason to make that any harder than it is.”

  Hunter lifted my chin with his finger again, steeling his gaze as he forced mine to meet it. He whispered the most vulnerable words I had ever heard him tell me:

  “I don’t want you to go.”

  The conviction, and the pain, in his eyes told me how truthful he was being. He meant those six words with everything that he had.

  It pained me to give him my inevitable response.

  “I don’t have a choice, Hunter.”

  Twenty-One

  The gravel crunched under the oversized tires of my old Jeep wrangler as I pulled into the parking lot and came to a complete stop. Before turning the key and killing the ignition, I sat and stared at myself in the rearview mirror, reflecting on the eternity that had dragged on by since I’d last been here…

  It had only been a couple of months since I returned to Phoenix – but that time had made sure to be plenty eventful.

  True to his word, Lieutenant Crabbe ensured that I was stripped of my badge the minute I showed up at his office. Unfortunately, he had already caught wind of an interesting development – a whole van load of missing women, my kidnapped cheerleaders included, had appeared in an El Paso hospital in the middle of the night.

  He wasn’t exactly shy in grilling me for six hours in an interrogation room over that one, but I stuck to my guns.

  I knew nothing.

  I saw nothing.

  I simply spent that afternoon drinking some beers with old friends and watching my career fall apart.

  It was complete bullshit, and the entire precinct was well aware of that… Everyone from the Chief on down the line knew what had really happened. They didn’t know the details, but they knew that I’d found those cheerleaders… and somehow, I’d found them below the border. In a quiet, closed-doors meeting that was officially off the record and after office hours, the chief privately thanked me for whatever miracle I had pulled off – telling me in no uncertain terms that I was owed a favor… And that I needed to go away quietly. My career was over.

  I’d saved him a lot of media backlash for incompetency of his entire department, and saved our partners in Tucson the same trouble… And I was shown the door for it.

  Watching everything you’ve worked for crumble around you hurts…

  My father, on the other hand was overjoyed.

  He didn’t ask me for the truth – he knew I’d tell him if it was safe for him to know.

  He told me that he couldn’t be prouder.

  In the time since, I had plenty to do… at least for a couple of months. I took the Chief up on his favor, and was able to find myself a new career that was even more rewarding than before.

  Which only left me one tiny little problem to finally address.

  Ripped from my reflection, I glanced over at the dilapidated old bar. With a small smirk, I finally killed the ignition and stepped out over the gravel, feeling it crunch beneath my boots once again.

  When I walked back into the bar, I strolled past the regulars and straight up to the sour redhead behind the counter – whose friendly face darkened the closer I came.

  “Hi, Elmira,” I greeted her nonchalantly. “I’ll take a glass of water… easy on the spit.”

  She stared at me with a smug look on her face. “I told you before, and I’ll tell you again – we don’t serve your kind here.”

  “Well, it’s a damn good thing I’m not that kind of girl anymore,” I responded with a lighthearted shrug, reaching into my pocket and tossing a card onto the counter.

  In bold letters and embossed print, it read:

  Sarah Buchanan

  PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR

  “Now, if you’d be so kind, bartender… fetch me a goddamned glass of water.”

  A familiar laugh piped up from the darkness. My eyes zeroed in across the bar, landing on a cross-armed man in the shadows. He was clad in the leather of the Devil’s Dragons MC, with a rugged voice stained with smugness.

  “You’d be quicker to pour this woman a drink if you’d seen the way she shoots…”

  Hunter smiled as he leaned forward off of the wood paneling, strolling into the light from the outside windows. He lifted a few strands of hair from my face with a tender pair of fingers.

  “Had a feeling you’d be back, sooner or later…”

  “You know that I had to keep my distance while the media spun their tops over those girls,” I replied comfortably.

  “Couldn’t even spare me a little phone call, could you?” He asked, his voice smooth and soft.

  “I wasn’t sure that I could trust myself if I did…”

  “Well, you’re here now,” he observed calmly, his eyes firmly locked onto mine. I heard and ignored a veiled scoff from the redhead bartender. He leaned a little forward, eyebrow arching, and said, “Do you trust yourself to be a good girl?”

  A smirk crossed my lips.

  Did I?

  “I’m here because somebody with deep pockets lost a cargo container… and word on the street is that you’ve got operations out in California. I know that the Devil’s Dragons run the port of Los Angeles.”

  “All business, no pleasure?” Hunter chuckled, reaching out to turn my hips until I was facing him.

  The same crystal blue eyes gazed mischievously into my soul, inviting me to surrender for a few hours. That same sexy stubble shifted beneath his smile, and I spotted that same sexy dragon tattoo rolling down his arm…

  “Maybe a little pleasure, too,” I admitted, feeling the heat of my face flushing red as the bikers nearby began to hoot and holler.

 
“In that case, I’ll clear my schedule…” Hunter murmured, his finger lifting my chin. “Maybe we’ll talk business tomorrow, hmm?”

  The men around us cheered again.

  My eyes caught the piercing but approving gaze of Grizz, his arm still locked up in the cast from that bullet he took in Juarez. I figured he’d have discarded it already, but it would probably be coming off any day now…

  “I think business can wait one night,” I spoke, turning back to Hunter. “But there’s something that you need to know.”

  “Don’t worry, Princess,” he chuckled hungrily. “I know it’s been a while. You’re probably out of practice… I’ll go easy on you.”

  I smirked, shaking my head. “It’s not that.”

  The room slowly drifted silent, the whistles and laughs gradually drawn back. The single sound in the bar was water pouring from a tap into a cup behind me, slamming onto the countertop harder than necessary.

  “Hunter… I’m pregnant.”

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