Revved Up Hearts: An MC Romance (Steel Knights Book 2)

by Liz K. Lorde

  Fire jumped through Jasmine’s body, nervous pinpricks dancing across her, giving her gooseflesh. Her nose caught a scent of the man, and she slowly began to relax.

  He had the wolf in his voice now, in a low whisper, “Ah ah ah,” Luke tutted, “caught you now.” His hand remained over Jasmine’s mouth, while the other hand carefully slipped lower and lower still, each inch that it crawled making the licks of heat at Jasmine’s sex more intense. Luke’s hand went down to her leg, lifting up her dress and cupping tight her crotch, the whole of his hand rubbing against the warmth of her pussy.

  Jasmine shuddered against the man’s touch, a whimper escaping her but catching on the man’s hand.

  He picked her up in a cradling formation, whisking her through the building into a secluded room, something of a closet. He flicked on the light and shut the door behind them. The space was sparse, it’s only thing of note being the boards up above serving as a sort of shelving space – though nothing was atop them.

  Jasmine moved back into the wall, pressing herself against it, the heat rolling through her body freely. She could see the apparent hunger in her wolf’s eyes. “Don’t you think this is bad luck or something? Sneaking off to fuck before our own wedding, seems a cut above the groom seeing the bride beforehand.”

  “Well we already broke every other rule in the book,” Luke countered, stepping closer like a predatory figure, his eyes raking over every inch of Jasmine’s body. He swept a hand through his hair and in a sudden, powerful motion, pinioned Jasmine against the concrete wall. “Far as I’m concerned,” he whispered in her ear, biting on the lobe.

  Soft, gentle little moans left Jasmine. The ball of need building inside of her greedy walls, a primal instinct torturing every inch of her body and permeating her every thought, that she needed Luke – that she needed to be filled by him.

  “This love has no rules,” his lips went for her neck next, and then up her jaw line, until he finally reached her mouth. It was a series of long, hungry kisses. Like a famished animal. His hands crept up Jasmine’s long, smooth legs – practically gliding across them. They searched her mound against the silk of her panties. Felt the wetness just waiting beneath them. Their wetted lips continued to work one another, and his hand found her breast. Pawing and squeezing and feeling at it, as if he did so it might let him breathe another day.

  Jasmine brought her hand down to the man’s hardness, feeling it make an outline against his pants. God I just want this wedding to be over with so I can ride you senseless, she thought. His smell, I could just get drunk on it alone. The way that he attacked her only seemed to turn her on more and more; she could feel her nipples becoming erect, becoming hyper aware of just how good they felt from the slightest bit of attention. The swelling need to be filled coursed through her body, reminding her of that delicious desire with every pulse of her body.

  Removing her dress, Luke threw it away and went down to his knees, planting kisses and sucking motions against her panties, praising her and calling her all manners of beautiful – how she was his goddess and every day from here on would be their little slice of heaven. He moved up to her belly, trailing his lips all the way up to her chest. He removed her bra, letting Jasmine’s tits spill out in all of their glory; her nipples having become taut, desiring buds.

  “Suck them,” she pleaded, grabbing Luke’s ass and urging him to her breast all the while.

  He did as she wished. His mouth found her nipple and sucked it long and hard, his tongue rolling across it and flicking at it teasingly every now and again.

  Jasmine gave little noises of approval as he did as such, her hand continuing to rub along the man’s hard cock through his pants.

  After a quick spell, Luke’s mouth made a satisfying popping noise when he removed himself from her breast. He undid his pants, revealing in full the greatness that was his stiff cock. It twitched once at the sight of Jasmine’s body; he removed her panties and in turn she kicked them off of her feet. Next, Luke grabbed one of Jasmine’s legs and brought it up; she happily obliged, so that her wet pussy was exposed for him to see – stretched and kissed by her own pleasures and lusts.

  Luke guided his hardness against Jasmine’s inviting entrance, pushing in slowly the head of his cock.

  Fuck, Jasmine thought. It always feels so damn good when it first goes in.

  The man slipped in another couple of inches, moving his hip forward.

  Jasmine’s pink lips hugged along the shaft of the man’s cock, her walls swallowing up her lover’s sword and pulling him in further and further still. She loved the way he stretched her out, and filled every nook of her sex. Her walls coated the man, making his shaft slick with her honeyed juices.

  Luke pushed himself inside of her as far as he could go, and pulled out. He pumped into her, keeping her pressed tightly against the cool wall – his big, hard cock penetrating her silken pleasure repeatedly. “Fuck you’re tight today,” he growled in a sort of whisper more to himself than to her, it seemed.

  Her whole body was lifted, it felt. Every inch of her was a conduit to a base, insatiable need – some perverted pleasure that she had never known before meeting the man. She brought a finger down to her clit and rubbed it excitedly, the wet and engorged jewel of her sex sending warmth and jolts through her spine right to the back of her head. She found herself lost, she found herself helplessly addicted and needing more because she could feel it. She could feel it in her bones. She could feel it in her muscles, the way everything started to tighten – the walls of her pussy clamping down along Luke’s hard, stabbing cock. Her ears picked up on those dulcet sounds, the way he sloshed her wetness around – the way his balls slapped against her person.

  “God!” She said louder than she should have, “don’t fucking stop,” she begged.

  “I need that pussy to come for me,” Luke said, almost in a threatening sort of tone, “I need that fucking pussy to weep while I fuck it. Need it to know that it’s mine.”

  “Yes, god yes,” she husked, “it’s yours,” she promised and repeated, almost whining now as the ball of need within her became harder and more focused. Jasmine knew that she couldn’t last much longer now.

  “All of it?” Luke asked.

  “All of it,” Jasmine promised, “I’m yours.”

  Luke picked up his pace with a renewed vigor, then, “I love you, baby,” he said sincerely, fucking her wildly.

  She repeated the sentiment, and the two whispered their sweet nothings to each other again and again in that hot, lustful moment. Before either of them knew it, the two climaxed one after another.

  After several heartbeats, they found themselves on the floor. Jasmine crawled over to Luke’s lap and straddled him, wrapping her arms around his person and sighing contently, murmuring her love for the man – feeling the pleasure soak deep into her bones. She felt good. Damn good. I’m so excited to be yours, she thought.

  “Am I still your everything?” He asked her.

  She brought his hand to her belly and smiled, placing a hand on the man’s cheek, “Always and forever.”

  His once wolfish grin, was now that warm, special smile. “Always and forever,” he agreed.

  ***

  After quickly cleaning up, Jasmine and Luke returned to their makeshift wedding room to whistles and claps and pats on the back. They took their places on a sheet of cardboard and looked at one another, with only a foot or two separating them. Gabriel took up position just behind them, and Sexton turned the music to something, that Jasmine could only presume was more ‘fitting’ in his mind.

  “Freebird?” Luke turned his head to look at the man. Carice Giuseppe slowly worked her way to her daughter’s side.

  Sexton swaggered on over to where the rest of the guests were gathered, “This’ll be your guys’s song,” he wagged a finger.

  “It will not,” Luke insisted, Jasmine was just happy to have a song.

  Gabriel flicked his head to throw back the bangs of his hair, “Anyone who is
n’t the beautiful bride,” he looked to Jasmine, “or the lucky bastard Groom,” he glanced at Luke, “needs to quiet their asses down. Heard?”

  The crowd mumbled and nodded, giving their various forms of agreement. Benny raised a glass of red, before downing near half of it. Alejandra kept her hands behind her back, and her eyes on Jasmine; she looks… proud, Jasmine mused. Certainly happy.

  Gabriel cleared his throat, “Now, I don’t have the power to legally wed these two souls,” he announced. Jasmine noted that this was perhaps the loudest and most animated she’d ever heard the man talk in the time that she knew him. “But I do have the power, as well as all of you,” he waved two fingers towards the crowd, his low country-ish accent cutting through, “to witness two people. Two good people, love one another, and love each other just hopelessly, you know? Can we make some fucking noise?”

  The gathered people’s jeered and clapped; Jasmine felt her mother’s hand squeeze her own, and a flickering of heat grazed against her chest.

  “That’s better,” Gabriel smirked. “We as witnesses here today, ask you two to love each other, through sickness and in health. And do you?”

  Together, as they looked into one another’s eyes, and held each other’s hands, said: “I do.”

  “Luke Reynolds, do you take this woman to be your wife? Do you promise to love her and cherish her until the end of your days?”

  “I do,” Luke said, his look never wavering from Jasmine.

  “And do you, Jasmine Giuseppe? Take this man to be your husband, that is.”

  “I do.”

  Gabriel nodded his head, reaching into his pocket and producing a ring, “Does someone have the bride’s ring?” He handed the simple, golden band to Luke.

  Carice spoke a word and brought out Jasmine’s ring, meant for Luke, and promptly handed it to her. Jasmine kissed her mother’s cheek and thanked her.

  “Give us your vows,” Gabriel said, “and ask for her hand.”

  Luke took Jasmine’s hand delicately and slipped the golden band on her ring finger, just an inch. “Jasmine,” he started, “I’m not exactly eh, equipped for this line of work,” he smirked, “but I know one thing for sure. When I saw you, fuck, you hit me like a ton of bricks. I never believed in love at first sight, I never even believed in love period. But I knew that, for some reason, I just had to talk to you; that I had to know your head and your heart, that if I didn’t know the way your lips tasted, this guy to my left might’ve had to throw me in the damn asylum,” Luke caught his breath. “Every day, you’re going to be my church. Every night, you’re going to be my queen. When you bleed, I bleed; when you flourish, it makes me happy. I promise to always be there for you, to always put you and this family first. I love you. Will you be mine? Now and always?”

  “Now and always,” Jasmine’s heart was running like wild horses in her chest, she felt almost out of body – the water in her eyes threatening to become something more.

  He slipped the ring on all the way and the new Knights whistled in appreciation.

  Gabriel turned to her next, “Vows and hands, Jasmine.”

  She took Luke’s hand and did as he did. She hadn’t planned any of her vows, and Luke had long since teased her of this; so she said nothing for a beat of time. It seemed longer than it was, as she felt all of those eyes burning holes in her – her flesh becoming goose. “You are my water,” she said, simply, and watched as a pensive look graced the lines of her husband’s face. “You are my oasis in the desert,” she thought back of when he had dubbed her his desert rose, “before you I felt good, and strong. I had my career to focus on, and I had my community work to look to; but when I first met you. I thought you were an ass,” she smiled, and the crowd laughed weakly. “A handsome one though. But, the more time I spent with you? The more I realized, I had these holes in my soul – these little parts of me that I never knew could make me feel so much more alive than I was. You elevate me, like love should. You bring me joy and sadness, like love should. Without you, I’d still be out there – incomplete. Alive, but without,” Jasmine batted her eyes and looked away for a brief second, a lump forming in her throat. “I vow to stand by your side, because I know you’re a good man at heart. I promise to make you my everything from here to mars. And I vow to be patient with you, because I know that you’re stubborn like an ox – I promise to always help, never to hurt. Will you be my husband?”

  “Now and always,” Luke promised.

  Slipping the ring all the way down the man’s finger, Jasmine couldn’t contain the grin and the laughter and the sort of half-sob. It was a twisted fairy tale, she thought, but it was her tale none the less, and she’d more than earned her happy ending. Months ago, she would have laughed if someone had told her she’d be so joyous.

  Gabriel brought his arms up, and upturned his hands, “Well?” He pursued, “I don’t have to spell out this part,” he quipped with a derisive smirk, “do I?”

  They both went in for the kiss in equal time, at a grave tempo, Luke’s arms embracing her tightly, and Jasmine’s embracing his just so. She shut out the world around her, ignoring their audience – completely enraptured in her sacred love.

  THE END

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  Author’s Note

  Thank you so much to all my readers who have been with me so far. It’s an honor and a pleasure writing for you all. When I wrote the first book, Revved Up Soul, I knew I was going to write at least one more ‘part’ to Luke and Jasmine’s story; and I think down the road, there could at least be one more. But with this second book, I am concluding, for now, their story. They’re unofficially married, they have a child that they’re committed to once it comes into the world, Gabriel is back and kicking - she managed to forgive her ill mother, and the new Knights have their own club / place of business.

  One of those loose threads that I left open for further exploration, was the death of Carlos (of the Demonios) for Jasmine, and of course the openly declared war between Luke and his former President, Allen. So if and when a Luke/Jasmine focused story comes about, it would be pertaining to those things.

  There will be a sequel to the world, however, either in Gabriel’s love story or through Sexton; I haven’t decided which yet, but I have planted the seeds (more so for Gabriel). So the tentative plan for exploring my established world is: Gabriel/Sexton, another Luke and Jasmine story, Benny.

  My next book, however, is probably going to be something completely separate from the Revved Up Soul world. It’ll still be an MC romance, but not related to the Knights in any way.

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