Red Rose: Red Thorns Crew Book 2

by Hart, Rebel

  She went to brush by me, but that shit wasn’t happening. I gripped her arm and spun her around, with my body now facing the guys on the porch. Her eyes glared up at me. She wrenched away from my grasp. But I didn’t care. No one talked to me like that.

  No one.

  “You think I’m a hypocrite?”

  Dani snickered. “If that’s the only thing you’ve latched on to, then we might need to go through this one more time.”

  I pointed in her face. “Woman, I swear to God--”

  She smacked my hand away. “Don’t you dare chastise me like my parents. Or like my roommate. You're neither. You're supposed to be better than them. Be better than them, Max. Don’t be the damn hypocrite you became tonight.”

  I gripped her shoulders. “I swear to fucking hell, Dani, if you so much as touch me in anger like that again--”

  “You’ll what, Max?”

  She shoved my hands off her shoulders and took a step back from me. I searched her eyes, watching them twinkle in the night with fiery rage behind them. I’d never seen that look on her face before. The determination. The anger. The hostility. The brazenness.

  It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my fucking life.

  “Come here,” I growled.

  I fisted her arm and drew her into me. My lips crashed down against hers as the hairs on the nape of my neck stood on end. Her hands shoved at my chest and beat against my shoulders. But soon, they slid around my neck, clinging to me as I wrapped my arms around her and picked her up off her feet. My tongue invaded her mouth while I walked her over to the porch.

  John and Rupert chuckled at me.

  “I think that’s our cue,” my brother said.

  Rupert snickered. “Hungry? I want some wings after tonight.”

  “Fine. But we’re taking my car.”

  “You can follow me on my bike. I’m getting the hell out of this nastiness about to take place.”

  My brother chuckled. “Mind if I crash at your place?”

  “You know you’re always welcome.”

  It was the last of their conversation I heard before I closed the damn front door on them with Dani’s back.

  “Oh, Max.”

  I grunted as I kissed down her neck. I sucked patches of skin between my teeth and marked her as she whimpered for me. Our clothes came off in a flurry. We left a trail of them from the front door all the way into the kitchen. I gripped her hair, pulling her head back as I raked my teeth down her neck. And as I sat her naked body on the kitchen counter, I forced myself to take a step back, marveling at the beauty of the one woman brave enough to hold her ground with my anger.

  17

  Dani

  When Max stood in front of me, I let my eyes linger on his body. I grinned at the chiseled nature of his muscles. I marveled at the colors swirling around his tattoos. His chest and the tops of his arms were covered in them. He walked over to the fridge, pulled the door open, and reached for something, his eyes studying my naked form.

  When he pulled out the strawberry syrup, I giggled. “Where do you think you’re putting that?”

  He quirked an eyebrow. “Wherever the hell I want.”

  The pop of the cap made me jump. The fridge fell shut as he walked back over to me. He spread my legs and squeezed the bottle. I gasped as the sticky syrup hit my breasts. It dripped down my stomach and slid between my legs, and I felt Max’s eyes following its path.

  Once I was covered how he wished, he sat the bottle off to the side.

  “Time for dessert,” he murmured.

  His lips went to my nipple and he sucked it between his teeth. I groaned as my legs spread further, and the syrup trickled against my lower lips. He lapped it up, kissing my body and marking me as his own. Cleaned me of the sticky mess as he sank lower against my body. My core heated. My pussy was wet for him. My entire body pulsed for one thing, and one thing only.

  “Max, fuck.”

  He nipped at my thigh. “Spread those legs for me, gorgeous.”

  The second his tongue hit my slit, my head fell back. His moans and growls made my skin pucker as he bent over, cleaning up the mess he’d made. I rocked against his face and tugged at his hair. I felt myself climbing that precipice as my juices dripped against his cheeks.

  “Yes, Max. Yes. Oh, right there. Oh, right there. Oh, right--no, no, no, no. Come back. Please!”

  He chuckled. “You’re mine tonight, Dani.”

  He scooped me off the kitchen counter and carried me into the living room. In a flash, he bent me over the couch, kicking my legs out as my hands planted into the cushions. I felt his cock slapping my ass cheeks. His leaking tip slid up and down my wet slit. My walls fluttered for him. My lips puckered in anticipation. And when he finally dove into my depths, I groaned into the cushion I fisted in my hands.

  “Fucking hell, you’re so damn tight for me.”

  His movements were relentless. My tits jumped against the piece of furniture as my body lurched with his movements. His cock grew against my walls. My legs shook before my knees buckled. His hands gripped my hips, holding me up as he continued to fuck me. As he continued to bury himself inside me while the sounds of skin slapping skin filled the space around us.

  “Max, oh my God. I can’t--it’s--I’m so close. Please, don’t--oh, no, please.”

  He pulled out from between my legs. “Not where I want to finish with you, you sexy fucking thing.”

  I whimpered. “I was so close. Why did you--?”

  “Come on. There’s more where this came from.”

  He picked me up, and for the life of me I didn’t know how he had the strength. I felt like a limp rag in his arms as he carried me through the damn house. I didn’t know where we were going. I didn’t know what part of the house we were in. But the second my back fell against a mattress, the familiar smells of his room filled my nose.

  He tossed my legs over his shoulder.

  “Yes, yes, yes. Please. Please don’t stop this time.”

  I felt his cock at my entrance. “Don’t worry. I’m not stopping until we’ve both had our fill.”

  He slammed into my body and my back arched. He rested against the backs of my legs, pinning me to the mattress as he fucked me senseless. Groans fell from my lips. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. My toes curled and my hands slapped his forearms as he stroked me perfectly, grinding his pelvis against my throbbing clit. I panted his name. Fireworks burst behind my eyelids as that coil in my gut wound tighter. And tighter.

  And tighter.

  “Max, don’t stop. Max, don’t stop. I’ll do anything, just don’t stop. Please.”

  He growled. “Anything?”

  I nodded quickly. “Anything, if you’ll let me come. Anything. I swear. Please. Just--I need it. I need you. Please.”

  He swiveled his hips as his fingers slipped between my pussy folds.

  “Then, come for me, gorgeous.”

  “Oh, fuck yes!”

  The second his thumb slid against my clit, it was game over for me. The world spun around my head while the room tilted, causing me to feel dizzy. My body locked out. My walls trapped his cock. I felt my body pulling him in deeper as groans and grunts fell from his lips. I wrapped my hands around his forearms, feeling his muscles pulsing as his cock emptied itself into me. And as my pussy massaged him for all he had to give, he collapsed against me.

  With his dick still sheathed in my warmth, his face fell into the crook of my neck. Our intermingled fluids ran down my ass crack, wetting the bed beneath me. I didn’t care, though. Not when I was with Max. As I slid my fingertips up and down his spine, counting the divots I felt, I smiled to myself.

  I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that I loved this man.

  And I hoped, one day, he’d come to feel the same about me.

  18

  Max

  I didn’t want to move. Her entire body had molded to me, and I’d never felt more safe in my entire life. Not that I’d admit that to anyone. Ever. B
ut, it didn’t stop how I felt. I kissed the crook of her neck as her pussy walls clamped down against me. And as I groaned with pleasure, I heard her giggle.

  That soft, sweet, innocent little giggle Dani had.

  “You okay down there?” she asked.

  “I’m fabulous. You?”

  She snickered. “A bit hard to breathe. But other than that, I’m good.”

  I pushed myself up. “That better?”

  Her eyes fell to my chest tattoo. “Much.”

  I grinned. “Why don’t I go get us some water?”

  “Will you tell me more about your tattoos when you get back?”

  “I’d love to.”

  She smiled. “Okay. Thank you.”

  Her voice was so soft. So sweet. Laced with nothing but good intentions. It was torture, peeling myself away from her. Watching her gasp as I pulled my dick out made me want to shove myself back in. Over and over, until she reached her pleasurable heights again. But she was sweaty. She glistened with stickiness I hadn’t gotten with my tongue. So I figured some water was in order.

  Before we both slipped into the shower together.

  “Oh, shit,” she said.

  I stood to my feet. “What’s up?”

  “Do you know where my phone is? I have to text Hannah.”

  “Uh, I can search for it as I’m getting water.”

  “Will you? Please? I just have to text her so she doesn’t freak out on me again. Doesn’t really make for a nice rooming situation if your roommate’s constantly pissed at you.”

  “She sounds a bit high strung.”

  “She is. But that’s beside the point. Will you look for it?”

  I grinned. “I guess I can.”

  She smiled. “Thank you.”

  I found her entire purse by the door and figured it was in there. I also found my phone, which was on the floor by her pants. I scooped up our clothes and everything else before grabbing each of us some water from the fridge. I carried our shit in my arms before dumping it out on my bed, and I quickly tossed Dani her purse.

  “Thank you so much. This shouldn’t take but a… few… small… there. Text sent.”

  She showed me the confirmation screen on her phone before tossing it back to the floor. Which made me chuckle.

  “Nothing else pressing to do?” I asked.

  She grinned. “Not unless you’re the pressing thing.”

  I licked my lips. “I can definitely be that.”

  “Well, then hand me a bottle of water and let’s get this show on the road!”

  I laughed as I tossed it to her and she caught it. She leaned against the wall behind my bed, the sheets slipping away from her body and revealing her luxurious curves to me as I climbed back onto the bed. She cracked her water open and took a few long pulls, giving me ample time to study the crevices of her body I hadn’t seen just yet.

  Like the soft scar in the crook of her waist. And the faded pock marks on her left upper arm. And the slight crookedness of her pinky as she held it out while downing her bottle of water.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

  “So your tattoos.”

  Her voice pulled me from my trance. “What about them?”

  “I really like that sunset.”

  I grinned. “It’s my favorite part of the tattoo.”

  “Do all of the guys have a sunset like that?”

  I shook my head. “Nope. That’s unique to me. I got it after John stepped down and made me president of the club.”

  “So does he have a sunset? Since he was once president?”

  “Nope. The base tattoo you see right here--with the rose and the vines and the mantra?--every guy inducted into the Red Thorns has that. When John was president, he got a separate tattoo. A rose on his left upper arm, with the beginning and end dates of his run in that position wrapped around it. Like a ribbon.”

  “Why the sunset, then?”

  I paused. “I wanted a new day to rise on the Red Thorns. I wanted to completely overhaul the group and get them away from some of the shit they’d gotten themselves into. We’ll never be fully safe, but I wanted to make things as safe as possible for them.”

  She smiled. “The dawning of a new day.”

  “Exactly.”

  Her fingers rose and danced along my tattoo. “Will anyone ever have the same kind of tattoo one day? Or will it only ever be you?”

  I chuckled. “Only my woman will have this tattoo. One day, at least.”

  She giggled. “Oh, really now?”

  I nodded. “Really, really.”

  “And where do you expect your woman to get this tattoo? Assuming she obliges.”

  “Well, seeing as she just told me she’d do anything for an orgasm, I don’t think she has a leg to stand on.”

  Her lips parted in shock. “My parents would freak out if I got a tattoo.”

  “You’re a big girl, Dani. I think you’ll be fine.”

  “No, I just meant--”

  “Gorgeous, you hit a thug in the back of the head with an empty wine bottle. I think you can make the decision to get your own tattoo. You know where I think it might look good?”

  “Max, I just don’t know if--”

  I traced my finger along her left breast. “Right there.”

  She blushed. “You think?”

  Then I traced my finger along the valley of her breasts. “Or right there.”

  “That would hurt, though, right?”

  I chuckled, sliding my finger all the way to her outer thigh. “Or even right here.”

  She slapped my hand away. “Down, boy. Our water isn’t gone just yet.”

  I grinned. “What happens when it’s gone?”

  “You’re bad, you know that?”

  “Very. You’re just now learning this?”

  She shook her head. “Never a dull moment with you, is there?”

  I picked up my water bottle. “Not when my father is sending people after me, no.”

  She paused. “Wait, what?”

  I chugged back some of my water before she turned to face me.

  “Did you just say your father’s the one sending men after you?”

  I sighed. “I don’t have a way to be sure of it just yet. But my gut tells me that’s what’s really happening.”

  “Wait, but why? I don’t think I’ve even heard you mention anything about your parents. And now, your father is the one hunting you down?”

  “To be fair, my father hunts a lot of people down. Doesn’t make me special.”

  “I--you--but--what the fuck does that even mean?”

  I snickered. “Cussing suits you.”

  “Seriously, Max. Why do you think your own father is the one sending these people after you?”

  I clasped my hands behind my head. “For one, my family situation is complicated. At best. In my father’s world, money makes everything go round. And he’s never had a soft spot for the likes of me. John? Sure. Because John’s more of a pushover than I am. He can manipulate my brother easier than he can me.”

  “So you really think your father doesn’t like you?”

  I scoffed. “I know he doesn’t.”

  “Why not? I mean, you’re his son.”

  I shrugged. “Been asking myself that question my entire life. If you figure out the answer, let me know.”

  She sighed. “I’m so sorry, Max.”

  “Don’t be. I didn’t tell you any of that so you could feel sorry for me. You had questions you wanted answered, so I answered them.”

  “Do you see your father often?”

  “When he wants something, sure. When he has no need for me, I don’t even get a text message.”

  “I’m so sor--”

  I placed my finger against her lips. “No more apologizing. You have nothing to apologize for. Understood?”

  She kissed my finger softly. “Understood.”

  Fire pooled in my gut. “Good. Now, are you done with your water?”

  She held up the
empty bottle. “Completely drained it. Why?”

  “Because I’m ready for round two.”

  “Max!”

  She squealed as I rolled her over and pinned her beneath me. I crashed my lips against hers and felt our tongues collide, something that would always make my cock stand at attention. I gathered her in my arms and slid off the bed. I hoisted her against me, feeling how sticky she was. And as I walked us into the bathroom, my cock leaked with anticipation of what was to come: the water sliding down her soft curves, the steam swirling around us and blanketing us from the harshness of the world, her sounds flooding my ears as I filled her body with my own. And her sighs of content after she collapsed into my arms and curled against me once we’d both had our fill for the night.

  19

  Dani

  The first thing I felt was a press of his lips against my shoulder. I drew in a deep breath, shifting my sore body as his muscles moved with me. His lips puckered again, this time kissing my upper arm and working down until he kissed every tip of my fingers as I rolled over onto my back.

  I groaned. “Not again. I can’t take it.”

  Max chuckled. “Don’t worry. I won’t put you through the wringer this morning.”

  “This morning?”

  I peeked an eye open and watched him grin at me. He lay there at my side, his fingers threading themselves with mine. Max looked positively spent first thing in the morning. His hair was a disheveled mess. His eyes were still half-hooded with sleep. Or lust. Or maybe both. I reached out and traced the small mark I’d left on his shoulder last night. My teeth marks looked so small compared to the rest of him. I let my fingers ramble over the soft red marks I’d left behind.

  “Got pretty frisky in the shower there, gorgeous.”

  I snickered. “Says the man who practically invaded my body.”

  “Are you complaining?”

  I giggled sleepily. “Not one bit.”