“Oh, God!” I couldn’t take much more, tightening my internal muscles around the fullness inside me. My body was moving in time with his, and as our speed picked up so did our breathing. It was clear that the end was near.
“That’s it, Rosa, tighten those muscles around my dick!”
I did, gladly. My reward was hearing his grunt and then feeling a brief shudder of his big body. And then it happened. Raze moved faster, if that were possible, ramming his cock inside me even deeper until he slammed home one final time, and held.
“Fuuuck!” he roared, his whole body growing taut.
Ohmygod! I could actually feel his release inside my body. It triggered mine and my second, intense climax merged with his. We bucked and strained against each other, gasping for breath until our orgasms slowly waned into pleasurable, trembling aftershocks.
Then reality set in and I realized that we hadn’t used protection.
Chapter 12
Raze
Fuck! Now, while I was still buried deep inside Rosa’s sweet, pulsing body, wasn’t the time to realize that I hadn’t covered my dick. I never fucked a woman without a condom, never!
Shit! Shit! Shit!
It hadn’t even occurred to me, which was a first. But I couldn’t ignore how good it had felt riding her bare, flesh sliding against flesh as I glided into her warm, wet cunt. The feel of her muscles milking my dick equaled nothing I could think of.
At one point I’d thought I was going to blow my head off.
“Tell me you’re on the pill,” I demanded in a gruff tone.
“A little late for that, don’t you think?” She bumped her ass backwards, which caused me to slip out of her pussy with a groan. I picked up my jeans. “But yes, I’m on the pill.” She turned around and faced me. “Tell me you’re clean.”
I was snapping my jeans when I looked up to see her standing there with her hands on her hips, and the sparkle of a challenge in her eyes. She’d used the same tone that I had when I’d asked her to tell me that she was on the pill. What made her so fucking cute was that she was naked from the waist down, her pretty fur-lined pussy glistening and matted with our juices. Fuck, that sight turned me on.
“I haven’t had my dick in a woman since before I went to prison.” Her pretty mouth dropped at that. “What, you think they provide us with women to fuck after hours?”
“No,” she huffed. “So, are you telling me that you haven’t been with anyone since getting out?”
I crossed my arms, because her tone revealed that she thought she already knew the answer to that. “As a matter of fact, no, I haven’t. And for the record, you’re the first woman I’ve ever fucked bare.”
“And how do you know that I’m clean?”
“Because I know you haven’t been with anyone since you left Evil. My brothers kept an eye on you so I would know where to find you when I finally got out. You’re lucky.”
Her eyes widened. “How does that make me lucky?”
“They wanted to deal with you, but I convinced them that it should be me who made you pay.” I stepped up to her and reached forward, grabbing some of her silky hair and bringing it forward. “I get the pleasure of that.” I tugged her forward and covered her mouth with mine. I kept it brief.
“Is this part of my punishment?” she asked softly.
“You didn’t like the way I fucked you?” I ran the back of my hand over her cheek. Damn, Rosa really was very beautiful. I liked how her cheeks flushed with color at my question. “You didn’t like my mouth and tongue on your cunt? Or the orgasms I gave you?” She lowered her eyes against me, and I watched as she tugged her bottom lip into her mouth. I liked playing with Rosa and seeing her squirm with discomfort. Hadn’t she ever had a man talk to her like that before? “You don’t like my cum dripping down your thighs?”
She shivered in response, and then gasped because I dropped my other hand down to the patch of hair between her legs. She was soaked, and I knew it was a mixture of both our orgasms, a potent combo because I could still smell her. Her gaze shot up to mine when I tugged at the hair covering her mound. There was no denying that my words were turning her on. It was there, in her dilated pupils. I was tempted to unzip my pants and fuck her again.
“Did I hurt you?” Rosa shook her head. “Then it wasn’t punishment.”
“You want to hurt me?”
Did I?
I did.
Did I still want to? I wasn’t sure. In prison all I could think of was getting my hands on Rosa and hurting her. How many nights had I lain in bed, masturbating with her image on my mind, and falling to sleep with the image of my hands wrapped around her neck? I’d hated her, more than I could ever remember hating anyone in my miserable life, and I wanted to keep hating her because then I would have an excuse to keep doing what I was doing. I had Rosa right where I wanted her. She was mine to do with as I pleased.
The liquid appeal in her eyes nearly undid me, and I had to turn away. “You might want to put those groceries up. Judy isn’t your personal chef, and won’t be back.” I was making my way toward the door. “I have shit to take care of.”
“But you just got here−”
She cut herself off, probably realizing that she didn’t have a right to complain. I quirked my lips, yanked the door open, and glanced back at her. “I just came to drop off some food for you. Thanks for the fuck. It was nice.” Nice? I cringed at the inadequate description of probably one of the best fucks I’d ever had. Was it the best fuck because it was Rosa, or because it’d been the first fuck I’d had in years?
I heard her sharp gasp, ignored it, then slammed and locked the door. I was being a prick and I knew it, pissed at myself because I was letting Rosa get to me. It was our history and my relationship with her brother that was always there between us. When I was with her it was too easy to forget why she was there. All I could think about was that the woman that I’d wanted for years was here. She was mine.
She. Was. Mine.
I was halfway to the restaurant when I halted abruptly at the sound of gunshots. I started to crouch until I realized that it wasn’t coming from the front side of the restaurant. Pulling out my weapon, I sprinted the last few steps to the restaurant door, seeing some of my brothers doing the same out of the corner of my eye. I jerked the door open and rushed inside. Chaos. Everyone was scrambling for cover. Several brothers were crouched against the walls beneath the windows that were facing the lake. The windows were up and so far the only bullet holes were in the screens. My brother’s guns were aimed, and it was obvious that they were shooting at something out on the water. We were being fired on more than we were returning fire. The next round of shots that came our way caused me to join my brothers at the window.
“What the fuck?” I glanced at Reaper with a frown, crouching low next to him. He was pissed as hell. “Who are we shooting at?”
“Fucking Winged Demons!” he growled back. “Haven’t had trouble with those motherfuckers in months.”
What? And they’d come for us from the water side. “Never saw this coming.”
Reaper snorted, lifted his head, fired, and ducked back down. “Can you believe those assholes? What MC attacks another club from fucking boats?”
I shrugged. It would have been funny if it weren’t for the fact that the bullets were real. Everyone who wasn’t a brother was down on the floor or behind furniture. I peered over the window ledge. The water was right up against the pier that ran the entire length of the building. It had been built that way on purpose, so that if anyone wanted to eat at the restaurant they could pull their boat right up to the dock. At three miles wide and thirty-two miles long, Lake George was a huge lake and there was always something going on, like fishing, boating, and water sports. The Winged Demons were smart in recognizing that we’d be severely limited in returning fire, and stupid fucks because of any potential witnesses that may be out on the lake.
“Fuckers!” I heard Puck shout.
“Fucking cowards!�
� Wolfman added, red faced. “How are we supposed to protect ourselves? There are all kinds of civilians out on the water!”
“Only fire back if you see their cuts!” Reaper ordered. He sat back, shaking his head. “This isn’t fucking good,” he snarled. His eyes were wild, his square jaw tight.
I knew what he meant. I didn’t think it had ever occurred to any of us that another club would try to hit us from the water, and I couldn’t see a way of preventing this from happening again in the future. That meant guards would have to be placed on the dock and surrounding shoreline. The good news was that we didn’t have that much accessible shoreline beyond the restaurant.
“Jace, Tucker, go outside and check it out,” Reaper ordered after a few minutes without shooting. “The rest of you boys hold your fire.”
Jace and Tucker got up from their positions and made their way to the front door. I turned my back against the wall and sank to my ass. Chances were that whoever had been out there was gone. Point made, they could get to us sight unseen. Fuck. I thought about the truce we’d made with the Nasty Men. It couldn’t have come at a better time. The Winged Demons were up in everyone’s shit these days, and maybe it was time that they were hit at both ends. They wouldn’t expect the Nasty Men and Wreckers to be working together. Besides, I liked the thought of ending Evil. I didn’t like thinking about his hands on my woman.
He’d had her for five fucking years.
After a few minutes Jace and Tucker walked back through the door. “All clear,” Jace said. “The lake looked clear of civilians, too.”
“Probably scared off anyone nearby so there wouldn’t be any witnesses,” Tucker said from behind him.
We got to our feet and holstered our guns. “They were sending us a message,” Reaper stated grimly. His gaze moved around the restaurant. “Beeper and Roland, I want you on the dock now.” The two prospects disappeared without question.
I could tell by Reaper’s closed expression that he was in serious thought. The threat was over for now, but we couldn’t afford to sit still and wait for the next time. He made direct eye contact with me. As the club enforcer, protection of the club fell into my hands. I knew what Reaper was going to say before the words left his mouth.
“Church. Now, brothers.”
Wordlessly we fell in behind him as he led the way through the kitchen and to the back. The room that we used for church was completely closed-in and kept locked at all times. It doubled as an office—there was a desk and file cabinet filled with personnel files on everyone connected with the club—but the long oval table was where we conducted our meetings. There was one way in, but two ways out. Reaper had a secret exit for emergencies.
I took my usual seat at the left of him while our VP, Wolfman, sat to the right. Puck, Tucker, Rollin, Razor, Moses, Porky, Tiger, and Tank all took their regular places. All eyes were directed toward our president.
Finally, he took a deep breath, and then released it with a heavy sigh. “Winged Demons are becoming a nuisance, and I’m tired of this shit. Just in the last month they hijacked our shipment of parts from Cali, hassled a couple of our girls when they were in town, and now they think they can hit us at our own back door? We need to show them who owns this town!”
Roars of “Yeah! Yeah!” went through the room as Reaper’s impassioned words got the brothers worked up.
“Should have took care of them a long fucking time ago,” Rollin mumbled under his breath. We exchanged looks, and I knew that he was referring to the Winged Demons’ part in my going to prison.
It grew quiet as Reaper leaned back in his chair. It was the first time I’d ever seen regret in his eyes. He’d worked hard at keeping the club clean and under the radar. At least when we weren’t kidnapping women. Most of the shit we did these days was legal, including the businesses we owned in the areas surrounding Lake George. Our cuts identified us as the local MC and most folks kept their eyes on us, but from a distance. We constantly had to prove ourselves, and that was okay, too, because everything we did—the charity runs and monies donated to the town—was calculated to put us in a good light.
I was with Reaper on this. Too many fucking years of war and blood took a toll on a man’s soul. Sure, there’d been just as much partying during that time, with all the booze, weed, and pussy a man could want but even that lost its appeal when you looked in the mirror and saw the gray in your hair and weathered lines in your face. Keeping the club in good standing with the local authorities didn’t mean that we were weak, it didn’t mean that we were pussies. It just made good common sense to take care of the place where you lived.
“So, what are we gonna do?” Razor asked. “Wait until they come back and then call the cops like a bunch of pussies?”
“Brother−” I said warningly. His tone bordered on disrespect, and implied that we couldn’t take care of the problem ourselves. Of all the brothers, Razor had been the most vocal about us going after the Winged Demons three years before. He was the youngest at the table and the newest patched member, and didn’t appreciate the peace and calm the club deserved after so many years of going full throttle.
Reaper just gave Razor a hard stare. I grinned inwardly, wondering if the kid would be able to hold out. I’d seen Reaper’s death look cause a man twice his size to back up. He was a mean, tough brother.
“There are no fucking pussies at this table, brother,” he snarled. His glance encompassed the whole table. “We need to clip the wings of the Demons, because I sure as fuck don’t intend to have prospects waste their time guarding the dock twenty-four-seven.”
“What are you thinking, Prez?” Tucker asked.
He looked directly at me and didn’t hesitate. “I’m thinking that we’ll need your girl to help us, and redeem herself in the club’s eyes.”
Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen.
Chapter 13
Rosa
I dangled for a second before dropping to the ground and landing on my feet. I didn’t care if I pissed Raze off. If he thought he was going to keep me locked away he had another thing coming, especially if he was going to make a habit out of being gone for days at a time. Even in jail the prisoners got to cohabitate, and I doubted that he’d spent his entire time there in solitary confinement.
I’d put the food away, pleasantly surprised to find clothes and toiletries in one of the bags. So I dressed and made up my mind that I was going to see Marie. It had been easy pushing out the window screen. Once I hit the ground I stood up and looked around. I didn’t really expect to see anyone there, considering that I’d heard shots earlier, and when I’d looked out the window I’d seen bikers rushing to the restaurant. I assumed that whatever had occurred was being addressed inside.
When I reached Marie’s door I knocked at the same time that I turned the knob. “Marie, it’s me.” I pushed the door in slowly, peeking around it to see if she was in the room. She was, and I was taken aback at seeing her asleep on the couch. Smiling, I slammed the door as hard as I could.
“What? Damn!” Marie swore, jumping up and suddenly wide awake. She looked at me, blinking rapidly with confusion. “What the hell, Rosa? I was taking a nap.” She yawned.
I laughed. “Yeah, I see that. Since when do you take naps?”
She smiled sheepishly. “Since the drop dead gorgeous president of a motorcycle club keeps me awake most of the night.”
I frowned, moving to sit next to her on the sofa. “What? Why?” One finely plucked brow rose, and she gave me a look that I knew only too well. “You’re sleeping with him!”
“Well, not really,” Marie began with a laugh. “I’m fucking him. Or, he’s fucking me. The man is hung like a horse, girl, and he reaches all my sweet spots.” She closed her eyes and shivered as if in the throes of an orgasm. “God, his stamina…I think I’m in love.”
I rolled my eyes. Marie loved sex, and it sounded like instant lust had developed between them. “You’ve only known the man a few days,” I reminded her. “So, you’re not bein
g held here against your will?”
“Kinda, sorta. I’m not locked up, but Reaper has made it clear that I’m not going anywhere as long as you’re with Raze.”
“Marie, I have no idea how long that’s going to be.”
She shrugged in her usual carefree way. “Right now I don’t care.”
I frowned. “You do know what’s going on between me and Raze, right? I’m not here as his girlfriend or even his friend.”
“Yeah, once I realized who took you from The Dungeon the other night I pretty much knew what was going on, and you thought something like that might happen, too, remember?” I nodded. We’d discussed the very real possibility of Raze coming for me once he was released. “What’s he going to do?”
“I don’t know, I don’t think he knows. He’s so angry, Marie, he hates me.” Our gazes met. “He wants to hurt me, but−”
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