Raw Need_A Motorcycle Club Romance_Padre Knights MC

by Kathryn Thomas

  He caught her knees under his arms and lifted them, giving himself even more access to her body, and she groaned as he pressed into that deep spot within her that made her twitch. Every time he brushed over it, she clenched harder, and she could see him now, biting at his lip and focusing to maintain control.

  Keeping her eyes locked on his, she found her nipples with her fingers and teased at them, rolling them between her fingers like he had, taunting them and feeling the buzzing burn as they shot sensation directly down to her clit. “Jesus, Ali,” he panted as he looked on. “Are you trying to torture me?”

  “No,” she said. “If I was trying to torture you, I’d do this.” She lifted her breast and leaned her head down, just able to run her tongue over her own nipple.

  He went totally silent, plunging so deep inside of her that she could feel his sac pressed against her ass. He swore in Spanish and closed his eyes. His entire body was trembling, and she pressed her hips up one more time, almost delicately.

  He came then, roaring with the force of it, lifting her hips off the blanket and slamming into her. She could feel him pulsing inside of her, and she met his movements with her own until he fell over her, gasping for breath as he slipped free from her. His fingers gave her no rest, though, darting down inside her curls and finding her swollen, soaking clit. She gasped as he brushed over it, and she felt his tired smile.

  “I’m okay,” she muttered. “I really am. You don’t need to—”

  “Hush,” he said, sounding almost sleepy. “Take your medicine.”

  He knew her so well by now. His fingers moved in the perfect rhythm, stroking her clit, moving with her as she groaned and arched off the blanket, dipping into her wetness—mixed with his, a thought that made her gasp all the harder—and then returning to circle and stroke, circle and stroke until she cried out, shrieking into his shoulder as she convulsed. And even then, he didn’t stop. “One more,” he whispered, and his fingers continued their busy motion until an orgasm, bigger than anything she’d ever felt before in her life, came over her. It stole away sight and sound, pulling all sensation and focus of the universe down onto her clit, and his fingers, and their careful, steady motion. She screamed again as the world fell to pieces, and she heard his voice in her ear, his gentle reassurances that he had her, he had her, she was safe, he loved her, he would always love her. He said it in English, and in Spanish, and when she came down, she found herself sobbing, weeping with the intensity of it all. He held her through that too, rocking her sleepily back and forth, stroking her back and repeating over and over that he loved her.

  When she could breathe again, she kissed him. “What was that for?” he asked.

  “For being the man I always thought you were,” she said.

  He smiled softly, and kissed her back.

  “If you two are done,” came Cristina’s strident tone from the bottom of the barn. “I’m going to make bacon and eggs and hash browns. Sound good to you two lovebirds? I have a hell of a hangover, and I am not driving until I’ve eaten.”

  Ali’s eyes met Alejandro’s, and they giggled like teenagers. “We’ll be down in just a little bit,” Ali said. “Sorry. Thank you!”

  “Uh-huh,” Cristina said, but there was a quiet laugh in her tone that Ali hadn’t heard in a long time. She heard the barn door close as Cristina left, and she saw Alejandro sigh.

  “Guess it’s my turn to take my medicine,” he said.

  They dressed, folded up the blankets, and headed back into the house. Cristina, true to form, had three burners on the stove going as she turned out food like only a mother could. As soon as Alejandro walked back into the house, she started speaking in rapid Spanish. He nodded and took it, whatever it was. Ali tried to catch her eye, but Cristina skillfully avoided her, and she was left with nothing but Alejandro’s “si” and “no” at regular intervals. She could guess at most of it, though.

  They ate. Cristina was more pleasant than Ali had expected, smiling and teasing Alejandro. She didn’t mention Bobby, didn’t subtly hint at the downsides to this new, more formal relationship between her best friend and her cousin, and she didn’t give either of them the nasty glares that had been her mode of operation whenever they were together for a decade. After they’d all eaten, and Cristina pronounced her headache cured, she kissed both Ali and her cousin, and left.

  “What was all that, when we came back in?” Ali asked Alejandro as he turned to start washing dishes.

  “Standard stuff. Hurt my friend and I’ll cut off your verga with a dull knife. Blah blah blah. It’s sweet she cares.”

  Ali set about fixing herself another cup of coffee. “You’re not worried?”

  “Should I be?” He met her gaze levelly. “As long as you tell me when I’ve screwed something up—because I will, I’ve never tried doing this long-term thing in my life—and give me a chance to fix it, my dick should be perfectly safe. And I think that’s good for both of us.” He flicked soapy water at her, and she shrieked, protecting her coffee. “You seem to like him, after all.”

  She let the laughter sparkle up into her eyes, and she shrugged. “You did okay, I guess.”

  “Okay!” He flicked water at her again, indignant, and then grabbed for her. She ducked away and ran for the living room. He caught her by the arm and pulled her into his grip. “I’ll show you ‘okay, I guess,’” he said, pressing her lips down to hers.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him back for everything she was worth.

  EPILOGUE

  When I met Alejandro, no one was worried at first. Everyone assumed it was a standard bad boy phase, and I’d get over it. Even my parents, my mother, said not to worry, that eventually I’d find someone better suited for me.

  What they never realized was that Alejandro was perfectly suited to me. To my independent spirit, my lust for life, my crazy joy in sunrises and sunsets. Bobby was perfect for who they wanted me to be—but then, I wasn’t ever going to be that girl anyway, no matter how hard they tried to make me into her.

  When I leave Gran’s ranch, I’m sad, of course, but I know I’ll be back. Sooner or later, Mama will start speaking to me again, and I’ll need a place to stay when I come visit her.

  Sheriff Hennesy left office after a visit from the Attorney General of Texas, according to Cristina. His dirty deeds aren’t public knowledge, but Travis assures me that he will not be in a position of power like that ever again.

  Alejandro and I—there’s no word to describe what we are. I’m not quite his old lady, but he’s more than my boyfriend. I don’t ever want to get married, because I don’t ever want to be tied down like that. He can’t make it home to me every single night. But his clothes are in my bureau, and most nights, I can hear his motorcycle tearing up the road, racing to be with me.

  It’s enough for now.

  THE END

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  Rebel’s Property: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Satan’s Martyrs MC) (Claimed by Him Book 5)

  He put me back together… just so he could break me again.

  He saved me in my darkest moment.

  But it was only for his own savage pleasure.

  I should’ve run away when I had the chance.

  It’s too late. Because now, I belong to the rebel.

  HOPE

  I was reaching my breaking point when Killian came into my life.

  There was no hiding what he is—a beast.

  A rugged, savage beast.

  A beast who plays hard.

  Who takes control in ways I never knew I wanted.

  In ways I never knew I needed.

  I have to be careful around him.

  But when he leaves me gasping for more…

  When his words make me shiver at
what’s to come...

  I realize that I don’t want him to let me go.

  Not now.

  Not ever.

  I want him to own me for good.

  KILLIAN

  The outlaw life has made me numb.

  Once upon a time, I was a fiery, vicious biker.

  Ready to ride ‘til midnight and fight ‘til dawn.

  I loved everything about the club:

  The patch with colors that terrified any man who dared think to challenge me.

  The tattoos and muscle that brought willing females flocking to my bed.

  The money that flowed in like a godd*mn waterfall.

  It all made me feel like a god.

  But lately, I don’t feel much of anything.

  My brother is finally out of prison.

  I should be happy.

  But instead… I’m numb. Unfeeling. Uncaring.

  Until Hope walked in.

  Something about her wakes me up again.

  Maybe taking the curvy girl for a ride will rekindle the flame that used to burn so brightly inside me.

  But it turns out that she’s far too innocent to be a part of my world.

  She isn’t ready for this:

  The drugs. The violence. The darkness.

  But once you go biker, you never go back.

  And I don’t care if she wants to run screaming for the hills.

  I’m gonna do what I always planned on doing:

  Pinning her to my bed.

  Pressing my lips to her ear.

  And telling her her grim new reality:

  She’s mine now.

  Forever.

  Reaper’s Property: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Valley Reapers MC) (Claimed by Him Book 4)

  Breaking her will be my masterpiece.

  I like tattoos, whiskey, fighting, and f**king.

  She’s too pure and innocent for my world.

  But as soon as I had a taste of her perfection, I knew:

  I won’t rest until I own the rest of her.

  HAZEL

  The bad boy biker caught me in the shadows, and I let him into my life.

  My art was my safe house, but he turned it into an inferno.

  There was no reason to believe him.

  But then he wrapped his hands around my wrists, crushed me to the bed,

  And made me plead for more.

  I can’t struggle or move.

  Can’t help but nod every time he presses his bearded lips against my ear and growls,

  “I own you now, darling.”

  LOGAN

  I didn’t mean to bring my nightmare to her doorstep.

  She wasn’t cut out for the outlaw life.

  But that all changed when I tasted her.

  Consumed her.

  Made her the fiery sun at the center of my universe.

  Now, a lunatic is blaming us for his shattered life.

  He wants us in the ground.

  He wants to steal her away.

  But no one takes anything from me.

  Not without a fight.

  And I plan on fighting real f**king dirty.

  Brute’s Property: A Motorcycle Club Romance (The Blazers MC) (Claimed By Him Book 3)

  She’s mine to use as I please.

  That was the deal.

  Her body in exchange for her brother’s life.

  But now that she belongs to me…

  I’m gonna use her ‘til she can't take it anymore.

  REV

  It’s a savage pleasure to have a woman at my bidding.

  To know I own every damn piece of her.

  And it’s all mine for the taking.

  For the squeezing.

  For the biting.

  For the f**king.

  It didn’t have to be this way.

  She could’ve just let me go about my business.

  But that would’ve meant seeing her brother dead on the floor, with my bullet in the back of his head.

  She wasn’t ready for that.

  So she did the only thing she could:

  She took his place.

  But I wasn’t about to put a beauty like that in the dirt.

  No, this one was coming home with me.

  She’s my property now.

  JENNA

  I knew my brother was in trouble.

  I just didn't know that he was in six-foot-four, two-hundred-and-fifty pounds of tattooed biker hitman trouble.

  I can try and ignore Mark's drug problem all I want.

  But there's no ignoring the chaos it's brought to our doorstep:

  A killer sitting in the living room...

  With a loaded gun aimed square between my eyes.

  I'll do anything to protect my brother from the drug dealer hell-bent on ending his life.

  I just didn't expect to have to protect myself from falling for the weapon sent to destroy him…

  But I’m his from the moment he sees me.

  Bad Boy’s Property: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Lost Disciples MC)

  He tied me down and took me like he owned me.

  I’m not his property. I refuse to be.

  But the bad boy biker isn’t giving me much choice.

  The harder I try to escape the MC life…

  The harder he pins me down and owns me.

  NATASHA

  My father is dead. And now the monsters are coming after me.

  I didn’t know what to feel while I watched my father’s body get lowered into the ground.

  Part of me was devasted, of course – no daughter should have to bury her father.

  But part of me couldn’t help but be relieved.

  Because I want no part of my dad’s criminal empire.

  I just want to be left the hell alone.

  His enemies, his allies, all of them – get away from me.

  But Griffin won’t take no for an answer.

  I’ll admit it – I let him get too close.

  That was my mistake.

  But it might have been a fatal one.

  Because Griffin will never be content with just one kiss, just one touch.

  He won’t stop until he’s consumed all of me.

  And the scariest part of all?

  I don’t want him to stop.

  I’m dying to see just how far the bad boy can take me.

  GRIFFIN

  I’m everything she never wanted.

  I’m tatted and mean.

  I’m rugged and ruthless.

  I’m a leather-bound, inked-up son of a b!tch who seizes what he wants and doesn’t let go until I’ve gotten every bit of pleasure I can wring out of it.

  And that includes her:

  Natasha.

  The delicate little princess.

  She says she just wants to leave everything behind and run from her father’s legacy.

  But the outlaw world is not so easy to get away from.

  Us bikers cling to what we want.

  And I want her.

  I want her to beg me for release.

  I want her to moan my name into the rafters.

  I want her to realize that I own her body, her mind, her heart and soul.

  Above all, I want her to see the truth:

  She’s my property now.

  Biker’s Property: A Bad Boy Biker Baby Romance (Chrome Horsemen MC)

  He put a baby in my belly just to prove he owns me.

  NICOLE

  I’m a take-no-sh!t kind of girl.

  I’ve made my own way in this world.

  And I damn sure don’t need a man to tell me what to do.

  Especially not a man like Cole Porter.

  He’s the definition of a big, brutish outlaw.

  Silent, rugged, with eyes that seem to strip every piece of clothing from my body.

  He’s my driver – he’s supposed to look and keep his f**king hands off the goods.

  But it doesn’t take long for him to cross the line.

  And he’s not the type to do things halfway
.

  It won’t be enough for him to taste me, to take me.

  A man like Cole needs to own his woman completely.

  I have to admit – I’m terrified.

  His hands look capable of breaking me.

  So why is there this little voice in my head…

  Begging him to do exactly that?

  I built myself up from nothing.

  But the second Cole takes me in his arms…

  I want him to tear me apart.

  COLE

  She’s forbidden to me.

  I’m only here to keep her safe and under control.