Outlaw's Wrath - An MC Brotherhood Romance Boxed Set

by Glass, Evelyn

  It appeared that Price had the same idea because he turned her around and drew her back into his arms as she let out a sudden laugh. Someone jacked up the volume on the speakers. Once more, Price pinched her ass. She giggled and stepped away. Nick watched as she sashayed her way over to the bar.

  “Hey, Willow. A glass of water please.”

  Nick watched her guzzle down the water as if it was nectar. The muscles on her throat clenched and unclenched as she drank. When she put the glass down, her eyes met his. “Hi,” he said.

  She smiled and leaned on the counter. The t-shirt she wore stretched over her breasts, giving him an excellent idea about her sexy curves. Her jeans rode low on her hips, and he could see her belly button as it played peek-a-boo as her t-shirt shifted. His fingers itched to glide over her taut stomach and feel her smooth creamy skin, but he resisted the urge. Nick didn’t flit from woman to woman, and whenever he chose one, it was with care and thought.

  But he did have his eyes on Gabby.

  And she was such a pretty little thing. Her blond hair was silky and soft, and her eyes glowed when she was in a carefree mood. It was so rare to see her look so happy. He enjoyed watching the play of emotions on her face as she watched the others dance around. One day, he would enjoy running his hands all over her compact and lean body. It would be sheer pleasure to claim her lips, to taste the sweet crevices of her mouth, and to thrust his cock deep inside her while she writhed under him. The image made him hard, and his penis lengthened and thickened in his jeans.

  As if sensing the thoughts that flashed through his mind, she glanced his way. Her tongue darted out to moisten her bottom lip. Something shifted and twisted in her eyes. It was lust, plain and simple. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her. But Nick was determined to draw out their sexual tension.

  The game was on.

  He looked away. If he so wanted, he could draw her away for a quick fuck. But she was meant for better things. Despite the harsh and terrible life that she lived, there was an innocence in her. And she had a sharp mind. He wanted to explore it before he tumbled into the sack with her. A quickie would be over all too soon, but she was meant for better things.

  “Did you give another thought to my idea?”

  “About finishing high school?” She laughed. “I don’t know…sounds crazy. I am in my twenties…”

  “You want to be in your thirties or forties or fifties and still be without a high school degree?” He cut down to the chase. “Think about it. It would require hard work and effort, but it would pay rich dividends in the long run.”

  Willow walked over to give her comments. “You listen to him, girl. Nick was seventeen when he finished high school, plunged straight into college, and finished it in three years. He has got a razor-sharp mind, this boy. Did some hocus pocus with the stocks and ended up with his own digs. This boy is rich,” said Willow as she clapped a hand on his shoulder.

  “Don’t give away all my secrets, Willow.”

  “If you are doing so well, what are you doing with the club?”

  Her suspicious eyes bored into his. Nick grinned. Most people asked him the same question, and he often told them that it was because he craved excitement. But as Willow moved away to serve someone, he found himself telling her something that he hardly shared with anyone. “My parents died when I was two in a car accident. I was raised in a series of foster homes. Education was the only escape from the mental and physical drudgery that I was often subjected to. Some of the people who took me in actually cared, but others just did to get some money out of the state. The only thing that belonged to me was my education, and I decided early on that I wouldn’t become a victim.”

  “So you studied?”

  He took a swig. Why was he telling her this? It’s because she had the ability to draw him out; a rare quality in most women he came across. She was genuinely interested. “I studied hard and won a scholarship. And while I was in college, I began dealing with stocks. The amount was little at first but then I gained enough confidence to invest in bigger stuff. I was lucky to buy shares of a software company before it hit pay dirt. And then…I bought my own house, put away some in long-term investments to get steady income, and kept playing at the stock market.”

  “So why did you leave it?”

  He shrugged. “I got bored. It wasn’t exciting enough anymore. And I started riding with these guys. It was fun at first, and then I realized that they were the family I never had. These men would die for me, and I would do the same. We belong together, we help each other, and we support one another. It’s the only family that I have ever had.”

  She nodded. He could see that she really understood what he meant. Most people assumed that since he had the brains to become rich, he should continue in the same vein. But he was done with that life. This was his chosen path. And sure, there was danger as they flitted with the police and the law, but they never crossed the line into something serious.

  And he fucking loved it.

  “I would’ve done the same,” she stated. “Family is most important, isn’t it?”

  The realization that she could understand his sentiments so easily baffled him. “Yeah, it is. Do you have any?”

  A snort escaped her lips. “I escaped from my father when I was ten and fell into the clutches of a damned pimp, Joseph. My life has always been controlled by the men in my life.”

  “Maybe it’s time to change that,” he said.

  Her gaze shifted to him, moved away to rest on the dancing couples. “I don’t know if I have it in me. It’s been so long since I studied. Lying down on my back and letting a man hump me is so much easier, even if it’s the lowest of low jobs.”

  “There is no shame in what you do.” He covered her hand with his. “You’re not killing someone or defrauding people. Don’t ever let anyone make you feel bad about what you do. Hold your head high and be proud of who you are. What you have faced and survived is more than what most of these men can claim.”

  Much to his surprise, tears filled her eyes. “No one has ever said something so sweet to me. Thank you.”

  Nick pulled his hand away. He meant what he said. He’d seen many girls who got trapped into prostitution and most of them didn’t have the desire or the will to make their escape from that life. But she wanted something different. Despite the abuse she suffered, Gabby still had fire in her heart. He saw it. And he wanted to nourish that flame so that she could do better. If he could help her fight her way out of this muck, it would be a privilege.

  She was a flower who could bloom if given the right nourishment. And he wanted to be the man to do so. This had nothing to do with his desire to have her squirm under him (although of course, he did want that), but he genuinely wanted to support her.

  Price came over. “Another dance, princess?”

  She swung her silky hair. “Sure.”

  As they moved on to the dance floor, Nick got back to his beer. Willow sauntered over. “You got your eyes on the girl, haven’t you?”

  She knew him too well. “I do.”

  “Then make a move before someone else does.”

  “This is different, Willow. I need to take it slow.”

  She leaned forward. “A turtle moves at a faster speed than you, boy. This one is a keeper. She is hardworking, honest, and gutsy, and that’s more than I can say for most of the girls who come through here.”

  He agreed with her. She was right. But still he didn’t want to take a hard plunge just yet. He wasn’t ready for it. And something told him that when he hopped into the sack with Gabby, sparks would fly. “Yeah!” he nursed the beer as he watched her dance with Price.

  She had some good moves, that girl!

  He admired the way her body swung and shook. He longed to take her into his arms and make wild, passionate love to her. But not right now. There were other matters that needed his considerable attention and he wanted to focus on one thing at a time.

  But yeah, Gabby was on his mind. And soon, he
would move with her in the right direction.

  But his first priority was to find the snitch that dared to mess with their club, and when he got his hands on the traitor, the culprit would scream for mercy and Nick wouldn’t grant it. No one messed with his family and got away with it. He didn’t care who it was. Whoever it was would pay the price for putting two of their men in jail.

  Nick was gunning for a fight. And he hoped that soon he would have the chance to vent the temper that simmered deep in his heart.

  Soon! Very soon! But until then, he could be patient.

  Revenge was a dish served cold, or so he heard. And Nick was going to discover if there was any truth in that old saying.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Price was a good-looking man. As he swung her about on the dance floor, Gabby felt giddy with laughter. She was high, no doubt about it. The weed was too strong, and the little pill she popped made her feel as if she was tingling with liquid joy. She didn’t do drugs often even though in her line of work she got plenty of opportunities. If she wasn’t so dejected about the rejections she got, she wouldn’t have done it even now.

  But if this was her life, she wanted to suck all the happiness out of any light moment. And this was the best way to go about it.

  Sure, Nick could talk about education, but it was only a distant hope. Who the hell would give a job to a former hooker even if she let go of that life? And as he said, there was no shame in what she did. The shame belonged to those who thrust her in this situation. Joseph was the culprit, and if he felt no guilt or remorse, why should she harbor any?

  As the crowd thinned, Price pulled her into a corner. Holding her against the pinball machine that didn’t work, he nuzzled her neck.

  “You’re hot, baby!”

  She smiled. Through the thin strip of mirrored glass that hung on the wall at her eye level, she could see part of the bar. Nick was talking to Willow. She cast her gaze away. He offered too much hope, and she was afraid to take it. If things didn’t pan out as he said, she would be severely disappointed.

  Price’s lips claimed hers. Vaguely, she was aware that a couple danced behind them, but the narrow, rectangular machine afforded them some privacy. And there weren’t that many people left in the clubhouse. It was late, probably close to midnight. She kissed him, feeling the familiar urges of desire careen through her system. The drugs made it more potent than ever before.

  When Price’s hands fiddled with the buttons on her shirt, she allowed him to feast his eyes on her bra-clad breasts. His rough and greedy hands cupped her globules and squeezed them. “Damn it! You’re the best, baby!”

  He probably said this to all the women he screwed. But Gabby was in the mood to listen to his words and take them at face value. She needed this small bit of happiness as much as she required the air that filled her lungs. Even though she was a hooker, she was a damn fine one.

  The drugs that burned and sizzled through her senses made her feel invincible, beautiful.

  His tongue thrust inside to taste her mouth, and she engaged him with hers. The erotic dance appeared to heighten Price’s need because he pushed his hips against hers, his penis poking hard into her abdomen.

  He wanted her.

  And she wanted a taste of heaven.

  Why did it always have to be the way the man wanted?

  Sometimes, she could also express her own desires.

  She shoved her hand inside his shirt and felt his muscles ripple under her fingertips. His skin was warm and smooth and when she rested her hand on his chest, she felt the beat of his heart. It was fast and steady. As if sensing her longing, he stepped away and took off his shirt. Her eyes feasted on his ripped abs and the hard lines and angles of his body. When his fingers fiddled with the button of his jeans, she should’ve put a stop to it, maybe urged him to join her upstairs, but the drugs made her feel reckless.

  This was an adventure.

  For the first time, she controlled how and when they had sex.

  For a hooker, there could be no bigger freedom than that.

  Gabby’s tongue pierced out to lick her bottom lip. Her loins ached with a strange need. Moisture pooled in the juncture between her thighs. She shrugged out of her shirt as he dropped his jeans and boxers and stepped away from them.

  His cock thrust out from between the curls that guarded it.

  Was someone watching them?

  Of course, those who were present knew what was going on although they couldn’t see anything much due to the machine that blocked the view. The way she felt, everyone could have stood around them, and she wouldn’t have cared.

  Price ran his hands up her narrow waist to cup her breasts. His fingers slipped back and unhooked her bra. He lowered it down over one shoulder, his eyes fixed on the firm, smooth mound that popped out of the satiny confines. Bending his head, he took the hard bud between his lips. Gabby got rid of the bra and speared her fingers through his thick hair as she leaned back. It felt so right. His fingers captured the nub and he rolled it hard. A tingle of pain coupled with waves of desire. Coils of red-hot need twisted through her nerves and veins and set her on fire. She gasped. Gabby closed her eyes as he sucked and caressed her nipples. His penis poked into her stomach and she reached down to grab it.

  He moaned.

  Gabby laughed with happiness. He was hers. For the first time, she actually felt as if she was in control. He was doing whatever she wanted. It felt fucking unbelievable. When she bent between his legs, he muttered a protest – but she wanted it her way.

  No one could stand between her and what she desired right now.

  Gabby’s tongue flicked out to touch the tip of his cock. Even though he’d been hesitant before, the simple gesture was enough to entice him. While she put her hands on his hips to steady herself, he opened his legs so that she could have better access. Gabby took her time. She inhaled, taking in the strong, sweet odor that enveloped him. Gently, she cupped his balls. First, she played with them. His fingers clutched her hair, pulled, but she refused to move.

  This was what she wanted.

  And for once, she was going to do it her way.

  Her tongue slipped over his blood-engorged balls. He gasped. She nibbled her way up to the tip of his cock and felt the organ push against her mouth. Opening her lips, she took in the hard shaft deep inside her throat. Gabby sucked at his cock with gusto while he sweated over her. His hands tugged her hair, but she held on, enjoying the erotic moment. His cock throbbed in her mouth. She fondled his dick, taking pleasure in his deep grunts and the way his muscles jerked under her fingers.

  He was close. She could feel it.

  But she didn’t want this to end so soon.

  Gabby straightened. She cupped his butt and arched her body against him. His eyes were glazed and each breath panted out of his mouth. Her skin sizzled and burned everywhere he touched her. She wanted to feel him inside her and satisfy this ache that griped her in its furious grasp. When his penis brushed against her velvety, moist opening, she squealed.

  Gabby gripped his shoulders, enjoying the way his muscles bunched under her palms. Her nails dug into his skin, urging him on. They were both too far gone to see if anyone was looking at them. She didn’t give a shit – and from the look of it, he couldn't care less if they had audience.

  With one sharp thrust, he dove inside her. Her pussy lips parted and accepted his offering. She could feel her muscles stretching over his long shaft, accommodating, aching with need. She couldn’t wait anymore. The craving, the yearning for that precious release, whipped and swelled inside her belly and tingled through every nerve and vein. Her breath hitched in her throat. The momentum built with fierce intensity and she rode the wave. Higher and higher, she swung and swayed on the crest of passion.

  Gabby’s gaze settled on the mirror, and she locked glances with Nick who was watching them. There was no judgment on his face. She’d expected it – and wouldn’t have cared if she saw it but the understanding that gleamed in his eyes took h
er by surprise. It was as if he could reach deep inside her soul and feel the need that was sharpened to the point of insanity.

  Her gaze remained locked on him as she moved in time to the rhythm that Price dictated. With each stroke, she felt the fountain of desire careen higher and higher inside her body until she was engulfed with need.

  She couldn’t take the excruciating pleasure anymore.

  Gabby closed her eyes. She didn’t want to see the wealth of understanding in Nick’s eyes. Her body arched and buckled as Price pounded into her. Every cell, every fiber of her being, was inundated with passion. Finally, she uttered a loud cry as she erupted. The orgasm that ripped through her was hot and blind. She felt her toes curl and her legs jerked. Moments later, Price came inside her. His semen dripped down her thighs.

  Resting his head on her shoulder, he took big, shuddering breasts as if he just finished running a marathon.