by Parker, Zoey
Having my club together was one thing. Having Erica put it over the top. It was like she made everything just a little better. I had always liked sitting down to dinner with the club, like one big family meal. With her there, it felt like Thanksgiving. Everything was more special.
That was why it was so hard to ask what her plans were now that the Vicious Wolves weren’t a threat anymore. All through the night I had wanted to ask but didn’t have the nerve. I didn’t want the answer. I wanted us to be together a little while longer before she told me she was leaving.
It would be for the best if she did. No matter what Brett said, Erica was better than us. She had a future, and it didn’t include a motorcycle club.
That night, getting ready for bed, I had to ask. The curiosity was killing me. That, and I knew Brett would rip me a new one if I didn’t have an answer by the following morning. Every time she caught my eye that night, she’d given me a look that said, “Ask her.”
So, I did, as soon as we were alone again. My hands were shaking a little, and my back was to her. I didn’t want her to see my face.
“My first plan is to buy a new camera,” she said. “I can’t believe it’s been days since I took a picture. I feel naked without it. Oh, and a new phone. That might come in handy, too.” She laughed a little. I planned to buy those things for her already, but she didn’t know it. It was the least I could do.
“What else?”
She bit her lip. We had just gone upstairs to bed, and I was sitting on my side. Funny how we decided which sides were ours without having to talk about it. We were in sync on so many things. I hoped she remembered that.
“I don’t know,” she said. She sat beside me. Blonde hair covered the side of her face so I couldn’t see her.
Why was it so hard for me to sack up and tell her what I wanted? I wanted her to stay. To be my old lady. I had only known her for a few days, but it didn’t matter. She had everything. She was perfect.
“Do you like it here?” I asked, feeling like the clumsiest jerkoff ever.
“Sure. You’ve made me feel so welcome over the past few days. I couldn’t have asked for more…well, maybe no kidnapping.” She snorted. Only Erica would have joked about it, and so soon. Just another thing I loved about her.
“I want you to stay.” There. It was done. I felt better for saying it. I only wished I could see her face through the curtain of hair in front of it.
She was quiet for a long time. I knew it, I thought. She’ll be calling a cab in a minute. And she would be smart if she did. We were no good. It was nice having her while it lasted.
When she turned her face to mine, the tears in her eyes made me think she was turning me down. I braced myself for the blow.
“I want that, too.” A brilliant smile broke over her face.
The whole world opened up to me. “You do? Really?”
“Yes!” she whispered fiercely. “I didn’t think you wanted me to! I thought you wanted me to leave, but I was afraid to ask!”
I took her face in my hands. It felt like my whole world was there, in her eyes. I would never need anyone else. I remembered the way it felt when I thought I might lose her. How natural it seemed that I would go into the Wolves’ clubhouse to rescue her, when I knew York planned to kill me when I did. I hadn’t cared at the time, and I would do it again if I had to. She was worth it.
“I love you.” It was incredible the way the words rolled off my tongue. Since I had met her, I’d said it to Onyx and Brett. Me, who hadn’t said those three words since the day my brothers and sisters left. It felt easier to say it now, like she had opened my heart.
Tears sparkled in her eyes. “I love you, too.” Our mouths met so tenderly. She leaned back, stretching out onto the bed, and I followed her down.
I had to be with her. I had to touch her and taste her. I needed to be inside her and show her how much I meant what I said. Our bodies were already so good together. I could say that way what I didn’t have words to express.
It took no time for the kiss to heat up. It was like we immediately touched off something in each other every time our mouths met. Instantly we were desperate, frantic to get our clothes off. I had to touch her, see her, taste her. Every part of her. She was so sensitive, writhing underneath me.
My cock throbbed with the need to be inside her. I pressed against her hip as my mouth worked over her throat and moved lower along her soft skin. Her hand found me the moment I was free, and I groaned when she began stroking my rigid length. I thrusted my tongue into her mouth, crushing her to me.
She surprised me then, rolling me onto my back. She crawled between my legs, still stroking. I gasped at her touch. She lowered her head, watching me the entire time. Building my anticipation, playing with me. Her tongue darted out to lick the tip. I hissed, the sensation almost too much. Then she licked around the head. I groaned, my hands making fists in the sheets. It was so good I could have exploded right then.
I watched through narrowed eyes as she licked from bottom to top slowly, sensually. She blew me away. I’d never seen a woman get so into working me with her mouth. She really loved it, eyes half-closed, moaning softly. Telling me how good I tasted on her tongue.
Then she took me inside, sliding down my shaft. I closed my eyes, breathing deep.
Her head bobbed up and down on me, the little moans she let out driving me wild, vibrating to my core. Her lips tightened, her tongue increasing its pressure. I was skating on the edge, so ready to come. I was dangerously close.
“Enough,” I grunted, reluctantly pulling her from me. “That’s almost too good.” She grinned, satisfied with herself. I pushed her down on her back, wanting to give her what she gave to me.
I slid her panties down, noting the way she’d soaked them with her excitement. Knowing how much she loved giving me pleasure made me want her more, and I throbbed in response. Not yet, though. She was ready, but I wouldn’t give her what she wanted until she screamed for me.
I knelt on the floor, pulling her to me by her hips. Starting at her knees, I kissed a slow, wet trail up her thighs. She shivered, moaning and whimpering, whispering my name. I looked up across her body. Her eyes were closed, her head rolling from side to side and she sank deeper into pleasure.
I went on and on, kissing the insides of her thighs, going from one to the other. Getting closer and closer to the bullseye. She smelled so sweet. I wanted to taste, but drawing it out for her was my goal. I wanted her to explode like she never had before when I finally gave her what she needed.
“Please…” she whimpered, lifting her hips toward my mouth. “Please…” The first touch of my tongue to her wet cleft made her shudder.
I licked her, spreading her open with one hand to get better access to her pink folds. She went wild when I slid two fingers inside her, massaging her G-spot as my tongue worked her clit. Her hips bucked, her hands gripped my shoulders, my head. A stream of incoherent cries left her mouth as her muscles clamped down hard around my fingers. ‘
I licked faster, faster, sending her screaming over the edge. Her body shuddered, thighs squeezing my head until I couldn’t hear anything over the blood rushing in my ears. She was the only thing in the world—her smell, her taste, the sound of her muffled screams of joy and pleasure.
Finally, she released me, and I got up from the floor to turn her over onto her hands and knees. She was still lost, whimpering, easy to position the way I wanted her. She trusted me. I slid against her, outside her opening, teasing myself with anticipation of what I knew was inside. She was still quivering when I slid home.
I groaned, staying still, waiting until the urge to come passed. She was too tight, so ready to milk me dry. It almost felt too good inside her.
“Take me,” she whimpered. “Please.”
With another groan, I slid out, then slowly back in. Teasing her. Taking my time, wanting to build it up. The incredible tightness, the heat, every inch of her touching every inch of me. I wanted to make it last as lo
ng as I could.
“Mmm…” she moaned, rolling her hips in circles, grinding against me. I grunted, closing my eyes, wanting to hold on, though she was trying to get me to fuck her hard and fast. If I did, I wouldn’t be able to stop until I came. I wanted to give her all the pleasure I could first.
I ran my hands down her back, over her ass and thighs. I reached around her to fondle her tits, and she moaned her approval when I rolled her nipples between my fingers. I pinched slightly, making her jump and whimper.
It was too much. I needed more. The animal part of me, the part she touched, wanted to be unleashed. I want to lose myself in her. Her head swung from side to side as I picked up my pace. Her groans told me how much she loved it, just like the way she moved her hips back to meet me. She was always so eager and ready to take what I had to give her.
“That’s right,” I muttered, riding her. “Take it. You love it, don’t you?”
“Yes…yes!” she answered, arching her back, swinging her hair up over her head until it fanned out behind her. I took a handful of it, pulling her head back. She gasped, then groaned. “Oh, yeah,” she moaned.
I left everything else behind as I pounded into her. I let go of all the worry and hurt inside. I was ready to move on with her, and I felt it every time our bodies fit together. I roared, feeling like I could conquer the world.
We moved together, against each other. She was greedy, wanting more and more...harder…faster. I gave her what she wanted, what I wanted to give, slamming into her. Our bodies crashed roughly.
I felt the end coming, and I wanted it to come with her. I reached down to cup her, sliding my fingers inside her folds until I found her clit. She jumped like she’d been shocked, then whimpered in approval when my fingers flicked the sensitive bud. I leaned over her, one hand on the bed, one hand between her legs, and rode with long, hard downward strokes that left us both grunting like animals as we raced to the end together.
“Yes! Yes! Vince, oh God!” She screamed, her face in the blankets. She tightened around me like a vice, milking me. I roared, slamming home one more time before stiffening all over. We shuddered together, as one, both going over the edge at the same time.
Through the haze of my mind in that moment, I knew this was it. I would never need anyone else. We would do that together for the rest of our lives. I already couldn’t wait.
I collapsed on top of her, and for a while we lay there in a sweaty mess of sheets and slippery skin and heavy breathing. I was drained, empty. All the pain and doubt I ever felt, especially after being betrayed, was gone. She had healed me.
“I love you,” I said, my eyes closed.
She snuggled up to me. I felt the weight of her head on my shoulder, the soft contours of her body against mine. She was mine, forever. Nothing would ever change that.
THE END
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Monster
I thought he was my savior. If only I’d known he was a murderer, too.
Getting trapped in the snow was my own fault.
For a moment, I thought I would die out there.
So when the sexiest man I’ve ever seen pulls me back from the brink of death,
I suppose I should be grateful.
He takes me home, warms me up…
…and lights a fire inside me that only his touch can heal.
Now I’m burning with desire for Jax —
his hands, his mouth, his body.
I know he’s no good for me,
but nothing can stop me from craving him.
That is, until his past rears its ugly head.
But by the time I learn he’s truly a monster,
it might already be too late.
At first, she wanted no part of me. But some kinds of darkness are hard to resist…
I know I’m not a good guy.
Ever since my wife died, I’ve had a single rule when it comes to women:
One night only.
In all these years, I’ve never broken it.
That is, until I met Christina.
She’s got a body like sin and a sassy mouth to boot.
I want to f**k her until she’s hoarse from screaming my name.
She doesn’t know I have secrets.
She doesn’t know what I’ve done.
And even after she discovers who I really am, it won’t matter anymore.
She’ll have to find out the hard way:
once you come home with me,
there’s no going back.
Chapter 1
Christina
“Damn it!” It’s snowing so hard I can barely see beyond the windshield. The wipers are practically useless at this point. Where the hell did this snow come from? It was bright and sunny when I woke up this morning, and just a little cloudy when I left to make the trek to my parents’. I hadn’t heard a thing about snow. I might not have grown up here but I know a “snow sky” when I see one. There wasn’t an inkling.
Now this. I’ve been struggling to so much as inch up the road for the past hour, and I know I’m not that far from town. It started snowing minutes after I left and before I knew it I was slipping and sliding. The snow was piling up fast, the winds whipping it around and nearly knocking me off the road more than once.
I have to turn around. This is hopeless. I thought I might be able to drive through the storm and get to the other side, but no such luck. Holidays or no holidays, it’s just not happening today. I’ll have to try again tomorrow.
But I can’t see. I can’t freaking see anything. I’d happily turn around if I could so much as see the road. I haven’t even been passed by another car for miles. They must have all caught the weather report I missed. I slow down, hoping to make a U-turn, but all I do is slide. I don’t have the traction.
What the hell am I supposed to do? “Fuck!” I scream, pounding on the wheel. This is just my luck. Why are things like this always happening to me? I’m not a bad person.
I have to pull over. That’s all there is to it. I’m not making any progress. I also realize, to my horror, that the car’s running out of gas. Fast. Shit! There had been half a tank when I left the house. I had been figuring on stopping once I was on the road, of course. Now there’s less than a quarter tank. And I have no idea where I am or where the next station might be.
I slow down, hoping to slide far enough off the road so as to avoid passing cars and plow trucks. I can just imagine being plowed in on top of this.
Damn, damn, damn! Now what? I’m completely unprepared for this. I know I’m supposed to have a winter survival kit in my car. I always hear about it on the news. Blankets, water, flashlight, batteries, a radio, flares. I’m not even wearing snow boots or a decent pair of gloves.
Christina, you’re an idiot.
I might as well curl up in the back seat and try to wait this out. There’s enough gas to get me to the next station once the storm passes over—I hope. But I don’t think I can make it while there’s a blizzard going on outside. But the snow can’t last forever, right?
I check my phone, realizing my parents will be flipping out before long. I’m only two hours away from them, so if they don’t hear from me soon, they’re going to lose their minds. Of course, in keeping with the rest of the day, my phone has no signal.
Could this get any worse? Now I’m getting colder by the minute and worried about my parents. They’re going to be so upset when they don’t hear from me.
But then, what about me? What happens if I’m snowed under? What happens if I can’t open the car doors by the time it stops? What if I freeze to death in this damned car?
Okay, Christina. Deep breaths. I run my hands through my long, dark hair, smoothing it down to calm myself a bit. No need to lose my cool.
This will be okay. Things like this happen all the time, I’m sure. It’s not like I’m naked. I’m wearing perfectly warm clothes and while my boots aren’t made for snow they’re warm enough. My coat’s warm, too. I’ll be okay.
I lean back against the seat, thinking that maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to take a nap while I wait out the worst of the weather. At least then I won’t feel so cold anymore. I check the time. It’s a little after eleven in the morning. I set the alarm on the phone for one hour. That won’t be too long. I won’t freeze up. And hopefully by then the storm will have passed and I’ll be on my way.
I close my eyes…only to have them fly open when I hear a heavy pounding on the windshield.
What the hell is this? I sit up, groggy. How can I be groggy when I just fell asleep? Wait—it’s darker outside. And much snowier. What’s happening?
I pick up my phone…which is now dead. Oh my fucking god, the battery died. How long have I been asleep, anyway?
“Hey!” I call out to whoever it is outside the car. “Help!” I realize in the back of my mind that this person, whoever they are, could be a murderer. On the other hand, I might have slept my way into oblivion if it wasn’t for them. The inside of the car is beyond freezing, and my teeth are chattering. If only I didn’t feel so groggy.
