Soul: A Bad Boy Biker Romance (New Devils MC Book 4)

by Jade Kuzma

  I didn’t give a shit.

  I rushed my face back to hers and shoved my tongue back between her lips to get my message across. Her resistance fell in a split-second.

  She tangled her arms around me as we made our way toward my bed. My jacket fell off. My tie unraveled. She undid the buttons on my shirt and pulled it off of me. My undershirt followed. Our lips remained locked together the entire time, separating only just long enough for me to pull her shirt over her head.

  It was dark in the room with only some light coming in through the window. Her pale skin seemed even more apparent underneath the moonlight.

  She put her hands on my chest and pushed me away, interrupting our kiss.

  “Now what?” I said.

  “Nothing. I just… I just wanna look at you. For a second.”

  I gave her the second she needed. I didn’t care what she thought of my body but if she wanted a moment to admire it, I gave it to her.

  While she looked me up and down, I reached toward her and unhooked her bra from the front. The clasps fell down and freed a pair of tits that I didn’t realize I was dying to see until now. Milky soft tits with swollen pink nipples exposed just for me. A petite frame but a waist big enough for me to grab. She had a tattoo along one arm. The rest of her skin was as porcelain as the rest of her. Standing there topless before me, Lacey was everything my cock wanted at the moment.

  I rushed my mouth to her tits and sucked on her nipples. She gasped and ran her hands over my head.

  “Oh… Mr. Grant…”

  Hearing her moan my name gave me more of the motivation I didn’t need. I took turns teasing each of her tits. My tongue slid over her nipples, swelling the pink flesh so it was easier for me to suck on. My lips smacked against her skin and wet her even more.

  I worked my hands down and shoved one into her jeans. Another gasp came out of her when I dug into her panties.

  “Shit…”

  “Naughty mouth…”

  I pulled away from her just long enough to look her in the eye. Her cheeks were flushed red, the combination of embarrassment and desire all over her face.

  I pushed her forward until she backed into the wall. I kept my hand in her panties, finding her clit and rubbing it with my middle finger.

  “You like that?” I whispered.

  “Oh, fuck…”

  “Does it feel good? When I rub your clit like that?”

  “Y-yes… Keep going…”

  She was vibrating on the spot. The way she trembled forced me to hold her in place by putting a hand across her throat. I pinned her against the wall. She blinked her eyes in ecstasy, her mouth half-open but nothing coming out.

  “You’re wet, aren’t you, Lacey?”

  “I…”

  I reached a finger down to find out for myself.

  “Damn,” I groaned. “Your panties are soaking…”

  “I…”

  Stuttered words and stifled breaths caught in her throat. The way she was shaking in my grip made my cock stiffen even harder in my pants.

  “I’m gonna fuck you, Lacey… I’m gonna fuck you hard… I’m gonna fuck you deep…”

  Lacey blinked her eyes open and looked back at me. She looked like she was in agony but still nothing came out of her mouth except for half-moans and sharp whimpers.

  She reached down and started unbuckling my belt. The top button of my pants undone, I listened to the sound of her tugging my zipper down. My cock was freed only a tiny bit. Lacey kept going, pushing my pants and underwear down until my dick was completely free.

  I kept rubbing her clit, sliding my finger down between her lips to feel the wetness dripping out of her. I knew she was getting close because of how much she was shaking.

  Lacey returned the favor. No words. No lustful stare. Just a woman in blissful agony reaching out and taking my cock in her fist. She pumped my dick and made me even harder than I already was. I inhaled a sharp gasp as my body tightened up suddenly.

  I pressed my hand tighter around her throat, pinning her up against the wall even harder and bracing myself from the pleasure she was trying to pull out of me.

  I stared at her gorgeous face the whole time.

  “Lacey… You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”

  She stared back at me. Eyes watering. Cheeks flushed. Mouth open but only whimpers coming out. I released my grip from around her throat just a bit and finally heard the words I needed to hear.

  “Fuck me…”

  “Is that what you want—”

  “Fuck me. Fuck me now, dammit!”

  She gritted her teeth when she said it. Jaw clenched. Breaths hard through her nose. Lacey was the picture of a beautiful woman standing on the edge.

  “If you insist…”

  I pulled my hands away from her and moved both of them to her jeans. With all my strength, I pushed them down toward her ankles in one hard movement. I did the same to her panties until they were around her knees.

  The wetness I’d been fingering this entire time was exposed to me, a smooth mound glistening in anticipation.

  “A tight… wet… cunt… And it’s all mine.”

  “It’s yours.”

  Her stare was so intense that no man would’ve been able to resist.

  I grabbed her by the arms and turned her around. She gasped when I forced her toward the bed and bent her over. She spread her legs instinctively, a wet pussy just inviting me toward her. If that wasn’t enough, she turned around and eyeballed me.

  I grabbed my shaft and primed it with a few pumps before moving it closer to her. My tip hit her folds and we both groaned in unison. I lined myself up just right before plunging my cock into her.

  A sharp gasp came out of her as her jaw dropped. She kept her mouth open, her brow furrowed from the pleasure I knew she felt. I buried my cock into her completely and let it rest comfortably for a few seconds.

  “You’re so wet… You’re so tight…”

  I wanted to crave every second of just this.

  “Fuck me…”

  Her voice cracked when she said it. The sound of a woman so desperate that she would’ve done anything for me.

  “Give it to me—Ungh!”

  I shut her up when I pulled out and slammed back into her with another hard stroke. It felt so good that I gave her another thrust.

  Then another hard thrust.

  Then another.

  Then another.

  Each stroke more forceful than the last.

  “Is that what you want? Are you a slut, Lacey?”

  She didn’t respond. All that came out of her mouth were those same desperate whimpers she’d been giving me the whole time.

  I reached a hand behind her hand and tightened my grip on her short hair. I forcefully pulled her head back and leaned closer so I could look her in the eye.

  “I asked you a question,” I whispered into her ear.

  I looked her right in the eye and waited for it.

  “Yes…”

  She swallowed like her throat was dry.

  “Yes what?” I said.

  “That’s what I want. I’m… I’m your slut. Give it to me—Ahh!”

  She cried out again as I banged my cock back into her.

  I released her hair from my grip and her head dropped back down. Both hands firm on Lacey’s waist, I started working my cock into her. It’d been building up in me for so long that I couldn’t hold back. But I was going to savor every fucking second of this.

  I pounded her from behind. Long strokes let her feel every inch of me against her insides. My hilt slammed against her ass. Loud, desperate groans were joined by the sound of our bodies colliding together. There was nothing more satisfying than the hard thump of an ass against my body and Lacey’s wasn’t an exception.

  “Fuck… Harder… Harder!”

  She was pleading with me. There was nothing more that I could say. All of my focus was on trying to give her what we were both desperate for.

  I was s
weating hard. My muscles were tightened up. My balls swelled from how much they wanted to release. I clenched my jaw hard enough that it was painful.

  My cock rammed into her as hard and deep as I could give it to her. Fast, forceful strokes made her body rock to my rhythm.

  “Lacey…”

  I grunted her name with the last breath I had.

  “Wait…” she whimpered. “Don’t…”

  “I’m gonna come…”

  “Don’t…”

  She suddenly reached back and tried pushing me off of her. I pulled out just as my cock exploded. Lacey spun around quickly and the first jet of cum splashed against her stomach. She reached out and started pumping my dick, milking me for more of my cum.

  I couldn’t complain. A beautiful woman jerking me off onto her belly felt as good as anything.

  I looked into Lacey’s eyes as she pumped my cock. The sticky cum kept painting her until it started dripping out of me. Her hands were a mess but that just made it easier for her to slide them all over me.

  My senses slowly started to come back to me. All of the furious desire I had to fuck her started to leave me. But Lacey still looked as gorgeous as she did this entire night. Naked except for her panties and jeans around her ankles. Skin pale with my cum all over her stomach.

  I thought she was done but she fell to her knees and polished my cock off with her mouth. Watching her suck and swallow the last few drops of my seed sent a shiver through my spine.

  I wasn’t about to let her have all the fun.

  As soon as she finished, I grabbed her by the arms and picked her up from the ground. She gasped as I pushed her back onto the bed.

  “What are you—”

  I cut her off by pressing my tongue against her clit. I licked up all of the sweet juices that had spilled out of her. Long, slow licks over her slit and back toward her swollen nub made her tremble on the bed.

  “Oh… Fuck…”

  Lacey writhed on the bed as I went down on her. She kept squirming more and more. My tongue moved up and down even faster. I pushed a couple of fingers into her. She was so damn wet that it didn’t take much effort.

  I kept my tongue on her, pumping my fingers into her so hard and fast that it was louder than the moans she was giving.

  “Fuck… I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

  Her body suddenly seized up before trembling. She moved on the bed like she’d lost control of herself. I held her down in place just enough so that I could keep my tongue on her and my fingers inside of her.

  I kept pushing Lacey through her orgasm until she finally started to sink back into the bed. I stood up straight to see what I’d done.

  Lacey laid on the bed. Naked. Body wet with sweat, covered in my cum. Chest rising and falling as she took deep breaths. Eyes closed. The way the moonlight shined on her body made her look like an angel or something I’d never seen before. She was… She was more beautiful than any woman I could remember.

  I sighed a deep breath and put my hands on my hips, trying to recover myself. I didn’t know how much time had gone by until she finally blinked her eyes open and looked up at me. Her entire face was red. It was easy to tell even with how dark it was in the room.

  “That was,” she started. “That was… fun.”

  “Fun… That’s one way of putting it.”

  “Don’t ever make me do that again.”

  “You… just said it was fun.”

  “I’m not your slut. That was… in the heat of the moment.”

  “Right…”

  I sighed as I took a seat on the bed.

  “…Maybe you’re not my slut but maybe you can still be my chef. I’m opening a restaurant, remember?”

  She sat up on the bed and gave me a confused look.

  “You don’t have to do that,” she said.

  “Do what?”

  “Make up some story about you opening a restaurant. I would’ve let you fuck me regardless.”

  “And I plan on fucking you again. But my original offer still stands.”

  “…You’re serious.”

  She stared at me for a few seconds before grinning.

  “You’re serious,” she sighed. “Listen… Why don’t you… give me some time to think about it. I just got to Ivory and I don’t want to jump into anything.”

  “You don’t have to jump into anything, Lacey.”

  I still wasn’t sure what to make of her. She was the first gorgeous I’d seen in Ivory. Maybe in my entire life. But there was a lot of work that I needed to do. I knew that this was only the start.

  “You got any plans tomorrow?” I asked.

  “Plans… Nothing outside of work. Why?”

  “There’s something I wanna show you.”

  She squinted her eyes at me like she was skeptical but she was still smiling, so I knew she wasn’t about to turn me down.

  “All right, Ezra. Show me.”

  Chapter 6

  LACEY

  There was a special kind of freedom riding on a bike. The road was so close beneath my feet. The wind against my face kept me cool despite the warm weather. The seat vibrated underneath me. With how open the streets in Old Town were, it was as if Ezra and I had this entire part of Ivory all to ourselves.

  I squeezed my arms tight around him as we headed toward our destination. I didn’t bother questioning him because I figured I would get my answer soon enough.

  The ride was shorter than I wanted it to be. Ezra pulled up to the curb and parked before I had a chance to take everything in.

  “This should be a good spot,” he said.

  I stepped off the bike and looked at my surroundings. There was an empty building right in front of us between two other abandoned buildings. The place was dusty and broken down. The large windows allowed me to see that there was absolutely nothing inside outside of dust and a few rats probably scurrying around.

  “Where is a good spot?” I asked.

  “Here.”

  He took step toward the abandoned building and peeked into the window. I kept waiting for him to tell me that he was joking but he just kept peering into the window.

  “Yeah,” he said. “This should do it. A nice, good spot. What’s your specialty, Lacey?”

  “My specialty?”

  “What do you cook? I know you make a mean BLT but there must be something else you do.”

  “I don’t really have a specialty. I like to cook everything really…”

  “You can’t cook everything. There’s gotta be something you prefer. Chinese… Italian… Mexican… Thai…”

  “That’d be nice. I’m more used to the simple stuff. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. Bacon and eggs. Steak and vegetables. BLTs…”

  “Right… That’ll work.”

  Ezra put his face to the glass while I stood and watched him. When he turned around, he gave me a confused look even though I was the one that was more confused than anybody else.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “You said that you’re opening a business. A restaurant.”

  “That’s right. I’m glad you’ve been listening.”

  He gave me a satisfied smirk. I was too confused to laugh at him.

  “You know, I meant what I said before,” I said.

  “About what?”

  “That you didn’t have to put on this whole charade. Maybe you are as rich as you seem, but you don’t have to pretend like you’re opening a restaurant to try and impress me.”

  “I see…”

  He took a step toward me, shifting his eyes around like he was thinking hard about what to say.

  “How do I put this, Lacey?”

  “Just tell me the truth.”

  “All right. The truth. I came to Ivory because I wanted to start a business. I figured a restaurant would do well. Especially in a place like this.”

  “Why would a restaurant do so well here?”

  “Ivory is a small town. You don’t get many tourists here. You’re dependent on th
e locals. Because there aren’t many people here, you get to know everybody. They start to become regulars. That’s how you stay in business.”

  “Staying in business. That’s not something you usually hear when you’re starting one.”

  “You’re right. Staying in business is one thing. A booming business is another.”

  “And I suppose you have a plan for that?”

  “I do…”

  He pointed an index finger at me.

  “You.”

  “Me?”

  I raised an eyebrow at him. He still had that smug grin on his face that I wasn’t sure what to make of. Even without the suit, Ezra had the demeanor of a man so confident and sure of himself. I might not have believed everything he was telling me but I was definitely listening.

  “Food is universal,” he said. “You can’t say that about books or movies or TV or music. But with food, if it’s good enough, they’ll do what they can to try it. Even if it means coming all the way to a place like Ivory.”

  “I see…”

  I slowly nodded in understanding.

  “Makes sense,” I said. “It’s a crazy idea but it makes sense.”

  “Is it crazy now?”

  “Opening a restaurant because you’re looking to make some money. No, that’s not crazy. Thinking I’m the reason that anybody is going to want to come to Ivory and eat there. That’s crazy.”

  “That’s disappointing.”

  The smirk left his face as he looked away from me. It was hard to tell if his sudden frown was sincere.

  “What’s wrong?” I said.

  “You’re a chef,” he replied. “To think that you don’t even believe in yourself.”

  “I’m not a chef, I’m a cook at a diner,” I said with a laugh. “There’s a big difference. It’s a big leap to go from making BLTs to something that everybody from miles away will want to try—”

  “Why did you come to Ivory?”

  I was caught off guard by his sudden question. I blinked and shook my head, unsure that I’d heard him correctly.

  “W-what?”

  “Why did you come to Ivory?” he repeated.

  “I… I came to Ivory because—”

  “I’ll tell you why. You came here because it’s an opportunity. An opportunity that you wouldn’t find anywhere else. An opportunity in Ivory that only Ivory could give you.”