I pushed through the back door and deeply inhaled the crisp night air. Then, I started to pace.
I was not jealous.
I was not jealous.
I was so fucking jealous I could taste it.
And it was pissing me off. Royally. I wanted to hit something, but there was nothing in my vicinity that I could punch without seriously messing up my hand. That man was under my skin, and I needed to get him out before I landed my ass in hot water.
I opened my mouth to scream in frustration but froze when I heard the back door open. I knew who it was without even turning around to look. “What?” I asked harshly.
“Come ’ere,” he rumbled.
“No.”
“Tatum, turn the fuck around, and come here,” he demanded.
When I turned around, he was standing there with his muscular arms crossed over his chest waiting for me to come to him. I kept my eyes locked on his as I slowly shook my head. He smirked and took one step toward me. Shrugging, I took one step in his direction. We matched each other’s steps until I was within his reach. Then, his arm shot out and wrapped around my neck. With one firm yank, our bodies slammed together while his lips crashed into mine and I saw stars. His hand tangled in my hair while he devoured my mouth in a ferocious kiss.
“I want you so fucking bad,” he mumbled against my skin.
“Then have me.”
“Oh, I fucking will,” he vowed. “As soon as you’re sober.”
I broke the kiss and reached for the door, pulling him along behind me. “What’re you doing?”
“Going to eat some damn bread or something so I can ride you like I stole you without you feeling guilty.”
He laughed and pulled me back against his chest. His hands came around and cupped my full breasts. “I can’t wait to play with these. I’m going to suck on your nipples until they’re nice and red, then I’m going to watch them bounce to the beat of my cock pounding into you.” With a final squeeze, he said, “Go wait in my room while I get you something to eat.”
I entered his room and had no idea what to do with myself. Should I sit in the chair? Stand by the door? Display myself in a sexy pose across the bed? And then I got a little pissed at myself. I was not a woman who struggled with confidence. I was who I was, and you either liked me or you didn’t; either way, it didn’t much matter to me.
With that decided, I kicked my boots off, climbed onto his bed, and propped myself up against the headboard with a few pillows. He entered the room a few minutes later with a plate full of sandwiches in one hand and two bottles of water in the other.
“Were you planning on inviting guests to join us?” I asked and nodded to the plate of food.
He shrugged. “I’m hungry, and it takes more than one little sandwich to fuel this body. Based on your physique, I would say the same is true for you.”
“Yeah,” I said and grabbed a sandwich. “I have to stay in shape for my—.” Fuck! I shoved half the sandwich into my mouth to stop myself from telling him things he didn’t need to know. After swallowing, I added, “Sorry. I have to stay in shape for my low insurance rate.”
“Really? That’s the best you could come up with.”
“Apparently,” I muttered.
“I don’t like secrets,” he mumbled.
“And I don’t particularly like keeping them,” I retorted.
He seemed surprised by my response. “Then, why do you do it?”
“It’s part of my job,” I answered simply.
He sighed. “I don’t know what you do exactly, but I know you have some kind of working relationship with Luke Johnson. I won’t try to figure it out on my own, but you can tell me.”
“That’s just it. I can’t tell you any more than you already know. Not right now,” I confessed.
“You’re undercover,” he mused.
I arched an eyebrow. “Didn’t I just say I couldn’t tell you anything?”
“Did that sound like a question?”
I smiled and shook my head. “Smart-ass.”
“Hello, Pot. I’m Kettle,” he joked and took a bite of his sandwich. “Tell me something about you.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Thought you already knew everything about me.”
“You’re not going to make this easy on me, are you?” he chuckled.
Grinning, I shook my head. “It’s not in my nature.”
“I can see that. Okay, fine, where are you from?”
I swallowed the bite of food in my mouth and answered honestly. “I grew up in Virginia Beach. Technically, I still live there, but I travel a lot for work. What about you? Are you from Devil Springs?”
“Born and raised here and I have no plans of leaving.”
“Do you have family here?” I asked. I already knew the answer, but I wanted to see what he would say.
“The club is my family,” he said sharply. After a brief pause, he added, “My mother died when I was sixteen. My dad’s in prison, but you already knew that.”
“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I shouldn’t have asked.”
“It’s fine. I’m not ashamed of it. It sucks that he’s not here with me, and I think he got a shit deal, but I understand why he did what he did,” he explained.
I glanced down at the sandwich in my hands. “Yeah, I wish my parents were still here, too. I assume you know what happened to them.”
“You want to talk about it?” he asked carefully.
“There’s not much to tell. A little over five years ago, they went on a trip for their thirtieth wedding anniversary, and their cabin caught on fire. They weren’t able to make it out.”
“Well, that was a complete buzz kill,” Batta said and sat up.
“Wasn’t that the point?” I joked.
He snorted. “No, the point was to sober you up.”
I shrugged. “Potato. Potahto.”
He grinned. “Tomato. Tomahto.”
I started laughing, and before I knew it, I was on my side, clutching my stomach in a fit of giggles that would not relent. It wasn’t anything exceptionally funny, but I couldn’t get myself under control.
Batta’s hand landed on my jaw and startled me out of my laughter. “You’re a beautiful woman, but damn, you light up the whole fucking room when you laugh,” he said softly.
“I’m a little ray of sunshine,” I blurted, using sarcasm because I was unsure of what to say.
“You’re something,” he murmured right before his lips were on mine, gentle at first, but quickly becoming more intense.
A moment of clarity broke through my lust-induced haze and I broke the kiss while pushing against his chest. “Before this goes any further, I need to know a few things.”
“I don’t fuck without a condom,” he said instantly.
“Neither do I, but that’s not what I meant,” I said and swallowed thickly. I didn’t want to be that woman, but I also didn’t want to be the other woman. “The woman, at the bar. Is she—”
“She’s a good friend. We dated for a while, but we had a platonic relationship for most of it. I haven’t slept with her or anyone in over six months. She feels bad because we broke up a few hours before I got shot.”
She didn’t look like she was just a friend with the way she was rubbing her tits all over his arm, but I wasn’t going to point that out. Batta laughed and traced a circle around my lips with his finger. “This little grimace you’ve got going on is pretty cute. I rather like this softer side of you.”
I reached down and grabbed a handful of his crotch, and what a handful it was, but I didn’t let that distract me. “Did you just call me soft?”
“Hell, no,” he said vehemently. “I said softer. Your softer side is still harder than most men’s.” He leaned forward and trailed kisses up my neck to the shell of my ear. “Do you want to know the real reason Kennedy and I are just friends?”
Something about the way he asked made me unsure of my answer. “Do I?”
He moved his big body over mine, all
the while I still had his balls and part of his dick in my grasp. One hand slid up my torso and wrapped around my neck firmly. “I don’t make love, sugar tits. I fuck. And I fuck hard. She couldn’t handle me.”
I grinned. “I can assure you, big guy, that won’t be a problem for me.”
“Let go of my balls and put your hands above your head,” he commanded. Commanded. No one had ever spoken to me like that in bed, and I kind of liked it, but there was no way I was going to do what he said.
Grinning mischievously, I pushed against his chest. “Hold that thought, big guy.” When he moved back, I sat up and removed the gun from the small of my back as well as the one strapped to my ankle. Then, I pulled one from the pocket of my tactical pants. Once all were placed on the nightstand, I returned to my previous position and let him think I was complacent by placing my hands above my head.
With a sly smile, he straddled my waist and reached for my belt. “Call me Trey.”
“I thought your name was Jace Ryder Wild.”
“It is. Jace Ryder Wild III. Trey’s a nickname for a third-generation son. Everyone else calls me Batta. You can call me Trey.”
While he explained and focused on getting into my pants, I planted my feet on the bed and bucked my hips upward. At the same time the palm of my hand forcefully met the underside of his chin, effectively tossing him off of me. “Sorry, Trey, I don’t take orders from anyone.”
With a feral growl, he reached up and tore my tank top from my body with his bare hands. “You want to play, baby girl? Let’s play.” Reversing our positions, he gathered my wrists in one hand and divested me of my pants with the other. I twisted my body and struggled against him, but I was trapped between his massive thighs.
The distinct snick of a blade locking into place sounded in the room before I caught sight of the glint from the metal. My eyes narrowed, and I renewed my efforts to get out of his grasp. I didn’t sign up to become minced meat at the hands of a rabid biker. “If you cu—”
My words died on my lips when he slid the blade underneath the center of my bra. With a swift jerk of his wrist, the material separated and fell uselessly to the side. He didn’t stop to look at what he uncovered before he tossed the knife aside and ripped my thong from my body. The flimsy strings easily gave way to his strength.
With my wrists still secured in his unforgiving grip, he placed his knees between my legs and pushed my thighs as wide as they could go, making it extremely difficult for me to find any kind of footing.
He ran his finger over my bare mound and along the inside of my thighs. Every part of me ached for more and, despite my efforts to hide my desire, he knew. “Look at that pretty, wet pussy just begging to be filled.” He ran one finger through my slit and held his glistening finger up for me to see. Then, he unceremoniously shoved two, maybe three, fingers inside of me and started pumping them so vigorously it felt like they were vibrating.
“Trey,” I gasped. I’d never felt anything like what he was doing to my body. And I decidedly did not want him to stop. Ever. “Oh, shit, I’m going to come.”
“No the fuck you’re not,” he informed me and promptly removed his fingers.
I groaned at the loss but refused to give him any more than that, even though my body was aching with need.
He scowled down at me before he flipped me onto my stomach and raised my arms over my head. Using the remnants of my bra, he started to tie my hands together. “Wait! Hold up.”
He relaxed his hold on my wrists but didn’t fully release them. “You scared, Queen Badass?”
I snorted. “Not at all. But I’m on an assignment. I need your word that you’ll let me go if duty calls.”
“If I say yes, will you behave?”
“Likely not, but I really don’t like breaking necks with my ankles, so can we come to some kind of agreement here?”
His eyes glazed over with desire. “You’ve done that?”
“Focus, Batman.”
“If something happens, I’ll cut you loose,” he promised.
“Okie dokie. Carry on.”
With that, he secured my wrists to the headboard before he flipped me back over and hovered over me with a devious grin on his face. Without uttering a word, he studied my eyes for a few moments before he moved off the bed and got something from his dresser.
Instead of climbing between my legs, he walked to the side of the bed and grabbed my ankle. When he slipped a loop of rope over my foot, I opened my mouth to protest. Clearly anticipating my response, he picked up my shredded panties and shoved them into my mouth to silence me.
I was still trying to figure out what in the hell he was doing to me when he finished securing my ankles to the headboard, leaving me folded in half and completely exposed for whatever he wanted to do to me. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little wary on some level, but the thrill of it all far outweighed any minuscule amount of fear I felt.
“Look at you,” he mused. “All helpless and spread out for me with your cunt dripping all over my sheets. I can’t decide if I want to fuck it with my fingers, my tongue, or my cock.”
I moaned as my core clenched at nothing but air. At that point, I didn’t care which one he picked, as long as he picked one and did it quickly.
He flashed me a wicked grin. “Or maybe I’ll let your naughty pussy suffer and fuck those tits of yours. I’d love to come all over your smart-ass fucking mouth.”
Reaching behind his head, he grasped the collar of his shirt and pulled it off in one fluid movement. Damn, the man was nothing but a solid block of ripped muscle. He watched me watch him as he undid his jeans and let them drop to the floor, followed by his boxer briefs, leaving him standing completely naked with the large weapon he was packing proudly on display. I briefly wondered if that was how he got his road name.
My mouth watered as he ran his hand over his hardened length and climbed onto the bed between my widely splayed legs. Never taking his eyes off of mine, he leaned forward and captured my left nipple in his mouth, sucking so hard my back bowed off the bed. He continued to torture my left nipple with his mouth while his fingers pinched and rolled the right one. I moaned and tried to wiggle my hips while my pussy clenched with need. He chuckled against my skin and moved his mouth to my other breast to give it the same torturous attention.
I wanted his mouth on mine. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to fill me with his fingers again. I wanted him to make me come. And I was ever so grateful for the makeshift gag in my mouth. It was preventing me from begging him to fulfill any or all of my wishes, and from begging him to let me run my hands over his chiseled chest, to let me kiss every square inch of his body, to take his huge cock in my mouth and suck until he came down my throat.
As if reading my thoughts, he released my breast with a pop and pulled my panties from my mouth. Heaving and panting, I felt like I was going to explode from the desire building within me.
Grinning at me, he sat back on his heels and held a foil packet up for me to see. Ripping it open with his teeth, he tossed the wrapper aside and made quick work of rolling the condom down his shaft.
He moved closer, his nose mere millimeters away from mine, the warm puffs of his breath gently caressing my lips. All I had to do was slightly lift my head and I could have his lips, but I refused to give in more than I already had.
When his big hand landed on my pussy in a stinging slap, my head shot forward as my body tried to curl upward, and my lips crashed into his in what immediately turned into an all-consuming, frenzied kiss. Our tongues battled for dominance as we tried to devour each other. I strained against the ropes holding me in place as I tried to get closer to him.
He landed another hard slap between my legs before he thrust his condom-covered cock inside of me. I sucked in a sharp breath at the delicious burn as my body stretched to accommodate him.
He didn’t wait for me to adjust. He wrapped his hands around my thighs and immediately began thrusting into me like a rabid beast. My mouth opene
d in a silent scream as I came so hard I swear my heart stopped for several beats.
I finally gasped in a breath when he landed a stinging swat to my thigh. “Holy.” Gasp. “Shit.” Gasp.
Before I could get my bearings, he sliced through the ropes securing my ankles to the headboard and flipped me onto my stomach. With my arms still bound above me, there was little I could do to adjust my position, which clearly wasn’t a concern for Trey as he didn’t pause before grabbing my hips and lifting me to my knees. With my ass hoisted in the air, he slammed back inside of me.
He fucked like a machine. He was thrusting into me with such force that uncontrollable grunts escaped me each time his hips came forward and pressed my torso down into the mattress.
With a handful of my hair, he yanked my head back with just enough force to make my scalp tingle with the barest hint of pain. “I want to hear you scream my name when you come.”
Just when I thought he was giving me all he had, he proved me wrong. He let go of my hair and grabbed my hips, using them to pull me back as he slammed forward. Our bodies were coming together with such force that I knew I’d feel bruised for days afterward with every move I made. And that thought was what sent me spiraling into another epic climax.
“Say it,” he demanded with a slap to my ass.
“Trey!” I screamed. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Trey! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
And he didn’t stop until several minutes, maybe hours, later when he finally reached his own climax.
When his sweat-soaked body dropped to the bed, he reached over and placed his big hand on my cheek. I waited patiently for a few minutes, but when he didn’t show any indication of moving, I asked, “Can you untie my wrists?”
He sat up and let his eyes roam over my body before he got to his feet. “No, but I’ll let you have some water before I eat your pussy and fuck another part of you.”
17
I startled awake from a deep sleep, unsure of what had woken me. When I sat up, my eyes landed on Tatum as she pulled her pants up over her firm, bare ass. “Get the fuck up!” she whisper-shouted and started pulling open the drawers of my dresser. “Shirts! Where the fuck are your shirts?”
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