“What did you find us?”
I winced at the ‘us’, knowing right then that I weren’t going to stay, that I had to get out of there. I couldn’t do normal. Not with Rosa, there were too many fucked-up emotions running through me. I handed her the remote when she sat down next to me. “You have a choice. Forrest Gump or Last of the Mohicans.”
She just blinked at me, as if trying to understand the change in my mood and what I’d just said to her. I could tell the instant she figured out the meaning behind my singling her out. Her expression turned sad with resignation, the disappointment in her eyes making me feel like a bastard. But I reminded myself that this thing between us wasn’t supposed to be nice and friendly.
“I don’t think I like the man you’ve become,” she said softly, looking into my eyes.
Was that supposed to make me feel guilty? I grinned, feeling more like myself again. “Good.” I got up and left without another word or backward glance.
Later, when I returned, more than a little drunk and high on weed, I found Rosa asleep on the couch, and the TV still on. I turned it off and stood staring down at her for a minute. She was curled up in a ball, as if seeking warmth, hugging a pillow and snoring softly. Her long hair was still braided in a soft, sexy way, curling half way around one full tit. Everything about her was so fucking soft and welcoming that it was all I could do not to lay down and cuddle against her.
I should have just covered her and walk off.
I picked her up, she cuddled into me, and I took a second to breathe in the mild floral scent of her hair. Then I carried her to my bed, laying her down gently. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake. I reached for the snap at her jeans and peeled them off, convincing myself that she’d be more comfortable without them. Leaving on her tee and underwear, I pulled the covers over her, and then went around the bed to the other side.
I liked sleeping in the nude, and stripped off my clothes before crawling in next to her.
Morning was just a few short hours away.
Chapter 15
Rosa
I don’t know what it was that woke me, but suddenly my eyes were open and I was doing my ritual morning stretch and moan. It didn’t take me long to realize that I wasn’t alone. The heat of the hard body behind me was scorching my backside where our naked skin touched. Something hard was poking into my butt. I had no doubt that I was in bed with Raze and that he was sporting serious morning wood.
I hadn’t meant to moan, but I had. Raze’s body was intimately aligned with mine. His arm was thrown over me, my butt was tucked right up tight against his cock. Our legs were folded together, his face was close against the back of my neck. I could feel the heat of his breath, feel some of my loose hair brush against me as he breathed in and out. I didn’t have to wonder long if he was awake. His hand slowly moved up my belly to cup a breast.
I lay there unmoving, barely breathing. The sensation of his hand caressing my breast, then his fingers plucking at my nipple, caused me to shiver wildly. Another, stronger reaction happened deep in my core. Our breathing grew labored, and then Raze was pulling me onto my back and lifting my shirt. With a groan his mouth zeroed right in on my nipple where he lavished it with his mouth. I arched, encouraging him, and moaning with pleasure.
Why did I let him do this to me? I wished I could hate him like he hated me, but I didn’t. I wanted him, and whatever he gave me. I was shameless, burying my hands into his hair and holding him to me. His tongue was like soft sandpaper, lapping at my flesh and strangely soothing the tiny bites he’d inflicted first. I cried out when he bit down on my extended nipple, then meowed like a kitten when he sucked it into his mouth and loved it.
His hand began to travel with lazy slowness over my body beneath my shirt. Smoothing over my other breast, down my rib cage, belly, and further, between my legs and over my covered pussy. He flattened his hand against my mound, giving it a lustful squeeze, before sliding beneath my ass and clenching into a cheek. I could tell by the strength of his touch that he was getting more turned on. So was I, my hips were moving up and down as if he were already fucking me. His mouth and hands were teasing me, promising me more, and just giving me a glimpse of the pleasure to come.
“Raze−”
He rolled on top of me. “No talking,” he growled, slamming his mouth down over mine. He took control of my mouth as easy as he had my senses. The pressure of his passion-filled kiss forced me to open my mouth so he could slip his tongue inside, and then we were devouring each other as if we couldn’t get enough. Rough, hot, wet, sizzling sensation enveloped me as we rolled into the kiss, the connection of teeth and tongues, our body’s straining for something just out of reach.
Raze’s hands clenched into my butt as he ground his hard cock between my legs. I ran my nails down his back, wanting him inside me, needing him. After a few seconds he tore his mouth away and we both panted for breath, and then he was kissing his way down my quivering breasts. He lavished wet, rough, and unbelievably tender attention to both of them, nipping my nipples until tiny sparks of pleasure spread throughout my core. Once he was done he continued down my twisting body, leaving me catching my breath on more than one occasion. A deep moan escaped me when he finally reached my pelvic bone.
Ohmygod!
“So fucking wet,” he breathed against me, moving the tiny piece of cloth aside that was covering my pussy with the tip of his nose. “So fucking sweet.” I bucked my hips when he speared his tongue between my slit right into me.
I clenched my hands into the sheet beneath us, throwing my head back and squeezing my eyes shut. The feeling he evoked with that one single move was so overwhelming that I thought I might black out from the pleasure. I was tingling all over and my blood felt like it was on fire. “Fuck!” I whispered, the exclamation seeming so inadequate. Raze used his tongue like a cock, and when he wasn’t thrusting it inside my body he was lapping and sucking on my sensitive clit. As I gyrated beneath his merciless administrations I welcomed the intense rush erupting from my center, signaling imminent release.
I screamed when it hit, instinctively pulling back from the tongue giving me so much pleasure. Raze would have none of that. He grabbed my hips and pulled me tight against his mouth, burying his tongue deep and sucking up my cream. He refused to let me come down, drawing my orgasm out as long as he could, until I had nothing left and all I could do was quiver and collapse against the bed, completely out of breath.
All I could do for a long time was lay there and pant.
“Why are you so mean to me?” I gasped, receiving a light chuckle from him in response, and a last lick. I jerked uncontrollably.
He moved up my limp, still-convulsing body, and kissed me. I knew what I tasted on his tongue, but I didn’t care. I knew Raze was still horny. His cock felt like a hot iron between my legs, throbbing against my wet pussy. I thrust up, forcing him harder against me. We both shuddered.
He groaned low and pulled back. “I’m going to fuck you, Rosa.”
Well I’d hoped so, but kept quiet.
Before I was ready for it he flipped me over and jerked me to my knees. I fought down my disappointment, realizing Raze liked fucking doggy-style. There was nothing wrong with that, I liked it, too, but I was hoping he’d fuck me while we were facing one another. It was more intimate when you were facing your partner, and I wondered if that’s exactly why he took me from behind.
He wanted to keep it impersonal.
In the next instant the only thing that mattered was how good his cock felt sliding into me.
“Aaaaghh!” he groaned loudly. I caught my breath at the feeling of being full. Raze held himself still for a minute, just letting his shaft pulse deep inside me, scratching all of my sweet spots. “Ah, fuck, baby. Your cunt was made for my dick.” With that he began to move. “I can’t remember having my dick squeezed so fucking tight.”
I moaned as his cock brushed against my swollen walls, still sensitive from coming. It felt like he was touching me
everywhere, inside and out. So many sensations attacked my senses as his hands explored and caressed my breasts, belly, and thighs. The whole time he thrust into my body, the power of his movements pushed me further up the bed.
“Grab the headboard.”
I did as he asked, and then I was pushing back into his thrusts, whimpering when he went even deeper. I anticipated every plunge. Soon the noise of our wet bodies slamming together sounded throughout the room, adding an erotic element. Oh, God! I felt another orgasm whirling in my core. The sound of Raze’s heavy pants, one hand at my hip and the other one on my clit working furiously, all aided in another out of this world climax.
“Raaaazzze!”
He fucked me through it, grabbed my hips and shoved inside me one last time, finding his own release. I whimpered and shivered wildly, helpless to do anything but let him fill my body with his seed. Eventually his movements slowed, and then stilled, yet he didn’t leave my body until he grew soft. Only then did Raze release me and pull back. I slowly lowered myself to the bed.
“Good morning,” I mumbled against the pillow. It was all the energy I could muster.
“Fucking good morning,” Raze agreed, lying next to me. I sensed him turning his head to look at me so I opened one eye, the other was squashed against the pillow. “Good way to start the day, buried balls deep in a woman’s cunt.”
Damn him! Why did he have to go and ruin it, making it into something even more impersonal than not facing me while he was fucking me? I schooled my features to remain unchanged and closed my eye again, crushed inside. He was going to ruin me if I wasn’t careful. From here on out I’d better remember that there was nothing between us but what he allowed, and then that was only temporarily. Movement told me that he was leaving the bed, and I sighed with relief.
“Going to be gone most of the day.” How could he act like nothing had just happened between us? “You can visit with your friend.”
I rolled onto my back to look up at him. “I get to leave through the door?”
He returned my smile. “Unless you prefer the window.”
Raze in the nude was a form of art, like a bronzed statue of sharp angles and enticing curves. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him as he moved around the room, gathering up his clothes. Every muscle but for the soft one dangling between his thighs was defined, revealing strength, rippling with his movements. His raw masculinity was breath-taking, visually stimulating, turning me on without half-trying. When he turned and caught me staring I didn’t care. He had to know what his effect on me was, on all women.
“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll have to do something about it.”
It sounded like a threat, but we both knew that it was a promise. I still asked, “Like what?” I wanted the words.
He’d just pulled up his jeans and paused from doing up the zipper. “You want the words, baby?” The next thing I knew he was coming back to me. I caught my breath when he reached down and hauled me half off the bed. “I’ll lick, bite, and touch you until you come so fucking hard on my dick that you’ll scream my name.” He slammed his mouth down on mine. I moaned at the gush of wetness between my thighs when he tongue-fucked my mouth. “You want my dick pounding away at your wet pussy, baby? Want my seed filling your cunt?”
Oh, God! His filthy words turned me on. My breath quickened. If he hadn’t been crushing me to him I’d have sunk back to the bed in a puddle of mindless mush. The fierce hunger in his eyes captured mine, the threat there that he would do whatever he wanted to me. Then he moved and his lips were latching on to a nipple, tugging and nipping at the bud until I was squirming and breathless.
“You make it hard to leave, baby.”
Had he just said that? His eyes narrowed on me for a long time. I wondered what he was thinking. He gave himself a little shake as though to clear his thoughts, and then he released me slowly. I sank down into the covers, pondering his revealing statement. I knew better than to question Raze about it. That would only make him draw back and become more distant.
He didn’t look at me again until he finished dressing.
“What happens to me if you don’t come back?” The thought just popped into my head.
“Don’t worry about it, I always come back, baby.”
So he said, but I knew how dangerous and unpredictable MC life was, and I knew that his brothers hated me. Would they kill me, force me into prostitution, or sell me? All of them were very real possibilities. I opened my mouth to push the issue because I suddenly had to know. That was always the worst part for me, not knowing what to expect.
“Don’t worry about it,” Raze said, intercepting me. “I’ll see you later tonight.”
I reluctantly clamped my mouth shut.
Chapter 16
Raze
After grabbing breakfast and a ton of coffee, my brothers and I climbed on our bikes and headed out. It would take an hour to get to Saranac Lake, and a little longer to make our way to the Winged Demons’ clubhouse. We were going in hot, ready, and eager to put the fuckers into their place. They’d been a sore spot in our sides for years, and their latest attack reinforced the fact that they were going to continue to be a fucking problem. We wanted them out of our fucking hair and back in Texas.
We decided to take back roads so as not to bring attention to ourselves on the highway. We didn’t want anyone noticing that we were on the move, just in case shit ended messy and it ended up on the news. The Winged Demons weren’t smart enough not to worry about witnesses, but we took every precaution we could. It kept us out of trouble with the law that way, and out of jail.
Unless there were sexy little liars waiting to betray you.
Their clubhouse was located on the outskirts of a tiny one-street town, in an old garage that they’d made no attempt to turn into a decent place. Word was, the whole damned town was afraid of them, and those who hadn’t moved away went out of their way to avoid them. Even the law—a crooked sheriff and his deputy—offered the locals little protection. Winged Demons were a one percent club that ruled with destruction and fear and no fucking respect. They took instead of gave.
How had Rosa ever gotten mixed up with Evil? Every time I thought about them together I wanted to fucking kill someone. I wanted to fuck her until I was the only one she remembered claiming her body. I wanted to own her. That was an eye-opening thought, and after this morning I realized that she wasn’t just getting to me, she’d gotten to me. I’d let her burrow into my life in a way I’d never welcomed another woman.
I was fucked.
My taste for revenge was growing a little weaker, my hate a little dimmer. Instead of focusing on what Rosa had done to me I was beginning to think about what we could become. The thought of her in my life, as something more than a tool to kill the pain of betrayal, fucking scared me. It dawned on me that I wanted to keep hating her, because then I wouldn’t have to feel anything else. When had I become a fucking coward?
We reached town and slowed to a crawl, giving the shop owners and grocery store patrons time enough to realize that we were there, and to see our club logo. No doubt someone would call the Winged Demons and tell them that another club was in town. As predicted, two minutes later, two of them rode right up to us, their guns drawn. As the Wreckers’ Sergeant of Arms I pulled up close to Reaper and Wolfman. We all came to a stop right there in the middle of the road.
“What the fuck you assholes doing riding into our fucking town like you own it?” one of them asked.
“We want a word with your prez,” Reaper demanded, knowing that I had his back because I’d drawn my own pistol.
“You come without notice?” the second man grumbled. “That ain’t how we do things a−”
“It’s how we do things, fucker.” I made sure that he saw my weapon. “We don’t sneak up on other MC’s like some assholes.” Well, maybe we did, but I wanted to make a point.
“Either escort us to your club, or we can kill you now and go anyway,” Reaper said in his lethal tone.
For a full minute there was a silent stand-off, and then my brothers all drew their guns to show that we weren’t fucking kidding.
Smart enough to know that they were out-numbered there in the street one, of the Winged Demons said grudgingly, “Follow us.”
Yeah, we followed them, with our weapons out and ready.
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Rosa
I had to admit that it felt good getting out and doing something normal after a few days of being cooped up in a cabin with little company. Marie convinced me that leaving the club for an excursion into town with Judy, Bee, and a prospect had been okayed by Reaper. I couldn’t help wonder if Raze had known about this when he’d said I could spend the day with Marie.
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