His Possession
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“I want to take you upstairs and fuck you so hard,” he said after pulling back slightly. “Jesus, what you make me feel.” His hands moved to the waistband of my shorts and my eyes grew big with disbelief.
“Raze,” I looked toward the area where Reaper or Marie could appear at any second.
“You think they don’t know what we’re doing, baby?” He easily popped the snap to my shorts, and then lowered the zipper. “What do you think they’re doing out there while we’re in here?” He grinned against my lips. As his hands began tugging my shorts down, I instinctively lifted my hips so he could pull them all the way off.
I hoped he was right. Then it didn’t matter. Raze undid his jeans in quick time and pulled out his thick cock. The head was purple and dripping. He grabbed it around the root and stroked it a few pumps. I wet my lips, and he groaned. My gaze shot up to his, realizing that he’d been watching me watch him touch himself. My breath caught sharply.
“Spread those legs, baby, and let me in.”
Ohmygod! He didn’t have to tell me twice. He stepped in between my legs and speared the head of his cock between my pussy lips, up and down my labia, and then ran it over my clit. I trembled, moaning loudly. I swear the man was made of forged steel, hotter and harder than anything I’d ever felt teasing my pussy. In the next instant Raze thrust deep, burying his shaft all the way in.
“Oh!” I threw my head back and closed my eyes, soaking in the exquisite feeling. He remained still, yet his cock was pulsing inside me.
“This is going to be fast and hard, baby.” Just the way I wanted it. “Later, when we have more time and we’re alone, I’ll fuck you slow like you deserve.”
He started to piston in and out of my body with rapid movements. “God, Raze,” I said softly, wrapping my arms around his body at the top of his jeans. I nudged the material aside and smoothed my hands upward against the working muscles on his back. I couldn’t help it. I lost control, raking my nails into the flesh. “Fuck me harder,” I demanded.
Growling, he began slamming into me with such force that it was all I could do to hang on. With one hand gripping my hip, his other moved down to my clit. He worked it mercilessly, ignoring my sharp gasps and wild movements until I was biting him and screaming out against his shoulder. He hissed, but kept fucking me through my orgasm. Several thrusts later he grunted and erupted deep inside me.
“Oh, fuck! Oh fuck!” he rasped against my neck, jerking uncontrollably with his release. “Jesus, baby, you have a sweet cunt. I could fuck you all day.”
Yes, please do, I thought to myself, smiling internally. I couldn’t muster anything else. After days of being confined to a bed this had been like major exercise. As we clung to one another, letting our bodies calm and our breathing return to normal, I was pretty sure that I heard a sound coming from the patio that indicated that Reaper and Marie were enjoying their own afternoon delight. I laughed softly.
The next thing I heard confirmed it.
“Yes, Reaper, yes!”
Chapter 19
Raze
Rosa and I needed to talk, but it wasn’t going to happen with Reaper and Marie around. After the sizzling fuck in the kitchen I knew I’d never be able to let her go. I wanted her, wanted her for my old lady. I knew I’d treated her like shit, but even she understood the reason behind that. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t hate her. Not anymore. It was time to put the past behind me. The club was satisfied.
We’d just finished our slightly overdone steaks. The girls were cleaning up while Reaper and I were shooting the breeze down by the lake, beer in one hand and weed in the other.
“Rosa looks well enough to be on her own now.”
I knew Reaper was eager to have me back doing club activities. “Yeah. I’ll be back tomorrow.”
He nodded. “Does she know about Evil?” He took a drag off his joint.
I shook my head. “Gonna have a talk with her later.”
“You know the fuckers were found?” Considering the isolation of the location I gave him a look of surprise. “Bunch of kids on three wheelers,” he explained.
Fuck, that wasn’t good. “Do we have anything to be worried about?”
“Nah. The only ones who might suspect we had anything to do with it would be the Winged Demons. They won’t talk.”
I agreed. MC’s didn’t talk to the cops, not willingly anyway, and dealt with shit concerning their clubs in their own ways. If Evil and his friends had still been part of the Winged Demons and retaliation were expected, no one would know about it but the clubs involved. As it was, their new prez, Red, in a show of good faith, had warned us that Evil was still after Rosa. We’d only intercepted Evil and his friends on the road because Red’s GPS tracker had shown us where they were headed.
Red has his work cut out for him if he was determined to turn his club around.
“I’m sure the cops will look at this as three less outlaw bikers they have to worry about.”
Reaper was right. A lot of small town cops didn’t want to deal with motorcycle clubs and were glad to leave them alone. As long as law abiding citizens weren’t in jeopardy they didn’t care what we did. Most clubs wanted anonymity, but it was hard to achieve when you had other clubs that wanted to fight you just to show who was top dog.
The Wreckers didn’t need to prove anything, our reputation and longevity spoke for itself. We were solid.
“She heard you, you know.” I glanced up at Reaper for an explanation. “What you said about CC. Her face told me she thought you were talking about her.”
I thought back to that conversation for a minute, and shook my head with a deep sigh. “Fuck, brother. Why didn’t you tell me she was there?”
“I didn’t have a chance.” He flicked his butt away, and I watched it hit the water like a tiny missile. “I’m telling you now.”
“It’s a wonder she let me near her,” I said, more to myself. Rosa hadn’t acted like anything was wrong, hadn’t let on that she’d heard me say those things about CC. Hell, maybe she hadn’t heard everything and Reaper was just guessing.
Reaper chuckled. “Yeah, we heard you. Your little episode got my woman all hot and bothered, and got me some tight pussy.”
“You’re welcome.” I finished off my beer. It was obvious that Marie was getting to Reaper if he was already referring to her as his woman. I’d never known him to fuck a woman twice who wasn’t a club whore, but I’d known the second he’d seen her picture that he was attracted to her. “When is she leaving?”
His brows shot up. “She can leave any fucking time she wants.”
Yeah, right. I grinned at that, but wisely kept quiet, willing to bet that Marie wouldn’t get far if she tried to leave. I wanted to say the same thing about Rosa, but I knew that if she wanted to leave I wouldn’t stop her. It would kill me, but I’d let her go. I glanced back to the house, seeing both women sitting out on the deck, seeming to be deep in conversation.
“What about you, bro? You’re sixteen year old crush has turned into a beautiful, fuckable woman. You gonna give her up?” Reaper asked, following my gaze.
Reaper knew all about my history with Rosa. I met his gaze, and chuckled. “Christ, when did we become such pussies?”
“Good pussy tends to do that to a man.” He laughed right along with me. “Just don’t let them fucking know it. They don’t need that kind of power over us.”
I couldn’t argue about that. Christ, just thinking about Rosa’s tight pussy and how it squeezed my dick had me turning hard. She was so fucking responsive, so wildly giving when I was pounding into her. She took everything I had to give, demanded it, and she wasn’t afraid to give it back. Watching her now, she took my fucking breath away. She was laughing at something Marie had said, glowing beneath the fading sunlight, as if she didn’t have a care in the world. The musical sound of her laughter was natural and unforced, settling a calming need deep in my gut.
Fuck, I shook away the feeling that I’d suddenly grown a
vagina.
She’d overheard the comments I’d made about CC? If she’d been affected at the time it appeared that she’d gotten over it. Either way, I’d still address it when we talked. I didn’t want there to be any misunderstandings between us. I took a last drag of my joint and tossed it into the lake. I began to walk back the way we’d come. Reaper fell in step with me.
“We have church at nine in the morning.” I acknowledged with a nod, knowing Reaper expected me there. “We’ve picked up a new client. Wants us to move some product to Mexico.”
“That’s gonna be a fucking long trip,” I commented, wondering what the product was.
“Yeah, but it will be easy money for the club. It’s a one-time deal.”
I knew that would mean double in pay. If they weren’t regular clients then they didn’t get a discount for our services. Church would decide who’d be making the run. The only trouble was that one-time deals usually meant that we would be moving something that the Feds would love to get their fucking hands on, the kind of illegal shit that got a brother lots of prison time if he were caught.
I didn’t say anything, but my gut told me that there was a good reason Reaper would take on a job like that. I guessed that it had something to do with Jace and the new business proposition he’d made to the club. Garages, tattoo and gun shops, and bars were the kind of businesses the Wreckers owned. A security company would open the door for the potential of making a ton more money.
Reaper glanced up at Marie when we came to a stop below the deck. “Hey, babe, we’re leaving. Jump and I’ll catch you.”
“Like hell,” Marie laughed, getting to her feet.
“You don’t trust me?”
“I’m wearing a skirt.” She put her hands on her hips.
Reaper made a show of looking up and down her shapely legs in a leering way. “And no underwear if I remember correctly.”
Her mouth dropped and her cheeks turned red. “You, you perv!” She spun around and disappeared into the house amongst all the sniggers.
“You take care of yourself, sweetheart,” Reaper said to Rosa. His tone serious. “You ever need anything, come to the club. We’ll take care of it.”
Rosa met my eyes briefly before returning her cautious gaze to Reaper. “Thank you, I will.” She’d risen to her feet when Marie had, and was looking down at us over the railing.
From where I was standing I could look right up the slightly flared legs of her shorts and straight to heaven. My dick twitched behind my zipper as if it had eyes of its own and could see her wet pink pussy. And she would be wet, because Rosa always seemed ready for me.
“Do what you need to, baby, because when I come up we’re gonna talk.”
Her expression softened and one delicate arched brow rose higher. “Talk? A new concept for us,” she said smartly. “I think it’s about time.”
Yeah, it was. We were gonna talk, lay it all out on the table, and then, depending on the outcome, I was going to fuck her six ways to Sunday. Hell, I’d fuck her anyway. The sexual chemistry was always there, even when we hated each other. I continued to stare up at her. As if she suddenly realized the sexy view that I had she shifted slightly, giving me glimpses of that sweet pussy.
I clenched my teeth as my dick turned to stone. She smiled innocently down at me. “You’re gonna pay for that, baby.” Her eyes rounded. “And save the innocent act. You know exactly what you’re doing.”
At that time Marie came around the corner of the house. She walked right up to Reaper and into his arms. “I’m ready.” She smiled up at him.
Reaper gave me a sneer. “She’s always ready.” The innuendo was obvious, and he wasn’t talking about her being ready to leave.
Marie ignored him, her interest on Rosa. “Wow. I can totally see your lady bits,” she said matter-of-factly. She glanced back at Reaper, and, seeing the look of appreciation on his face as he looked up at Rosa, she punched him in the arm. “Stop looking at my friend’s lady bits!”
He shrugged. “I’m a man, baby.”
“You don’t see me looking at other cocks.”
“You can always look, babe, you just can’t touch.”
Realizing that I wasn’t the only one viewing the teasing display between her legs, Rosa quickly shifted her feet. Even from where I was standing I could see the color flood her cheeks. I gave her a smirk. Yeah, I was gonna fuck her until she couldn’t walk.
“We’re going, brother. See you at church in the morning.” He started to pull Marie away.
“Thank you for dinner,” Marie added over her shoulder.
I acknowledged her with a chin lift. By the time I looked back up at the deck, Rosa had disappeared inside.
She could run, but she couldn’t hide.
Chapter 20
Rosa
Talk. I was nervous. Raze and I had a lot to discuss. I was so frightened that this was going to be the end of us, or, more importantly, the end of this situation. I sensed that he was no longer driven to hurt me as he had been. Something had changed in him. The anger had calmed, even if the intensity in his gaze hadn’t. His eyes spoke volumes, promised me things I was afraid to hope for or explore. Sometimes I thought I saw a brief glimpse of the old Raze, from that day of my sixteenth birthday when he’d kissed me, turning me into a woman with carnal desires.
Right now I was hiding in the bathroom, too afraid to face him, feeling something invisible slip through my fingers that I didn’t want to lose. I’d freshened up, run a brush through my hair, and decided to knot it at the top of my head. It was sloppy and sexy at the same time. Why did I want to be sexy? Did I want to entice Raze into fucking me again? Maybe that would keep him from sending me away, but winning him over with sex wasn’t how I wanted to keep him.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, still shocked at myself for what I’d done out on the deck. Exposing myself like that was something Marie would have done. She had no inhibitions. But as soon as I’d seen Raze’s gaze move up my legs in that lazy way something wicked inside me had prompted me to shift my legs to give him a better view. I hadn’t forgotten that I wasn’t wearing underpants. At the time, all I’d wanted was to tease the man I’d loved forever, and watch him come undone.
I was still tingling from the sight of his erection, super wet between my legs. I started when there was a sharp knock on the door.
“You can’t hide in there all day, baby. I’ll be waiting for you out on the deck.”
I took a deep breath. By the time I opened the door Raze was nowhere in sight. I made my way downstairs and out to the deck, where he was indeed waiting for me. Since he was lounging in a chair I moved to sit in the one next to him. He stopped me by taking my hand and pulling me down onto his lap. I took the beer he handed me, meeting his eyes.
“Start at three years ago,” he said, surprising me.
I knew what he was saying. I took a sip of my beer for courage. I was about to confess my reasons for betraying him, wondering if he could ever understand how hard it had been for me. At the time I’d been against a wall. Evil’s demands had been simple and coldblooded.
“It’s simple really,” I began, forcing myself to hold his gaze. “Evil left me with no choice, Raze. Please understand that. Either I lied on the stand and implicated you in a murder that I knew you were innocent of, or he was going to go to the nursing home and kill my mother.” I took a shaky breath, feeling tears fill my eyes and hating them. I so wanted to be strong. I didn’t want to see a look of pity in his eyes, and that would happen if he saw my weakness. “She was already dying of cancer, Raze, and I knew Evil would do it, too.” I fought back a sob. “He would have made her suffer. He was that evil.” Tears fell and I wiped them away defiantly. “As soon as she passed I ran away from him and started working at getting you released.”
“So I’d heard.”
I nodded. “It tore me up, looking at you that day, knowing that I was lying. Knowing that you knew I was lying. The look on your face…I think you wanted to
kill me.”
“I did,” he admitted gruffly, and I could tell that he was reliving the moment. “But first I wanted to make you suffer.”
“The only choice I had was saving my mother. I held on to the hope that a witness would come forward to discredit me, and then Evil couldn’t blame me if you were let go. You have to believe me, if there had been any other way I would have found it. When the verdict came and you were given a life sentence…” I couldn’t finish. The look on his face had destroyed me. I’d collapsed, broken and hating myself for getting into that position in the first place. If I hadn’t felt rejected by Raze, if I hadn’t turned to Evil, if I hadn’t given him that kind of power over me…too many fucking ifs!