Vengeance MC Box Set - Volume 1: Call Me...Vengeance ~ Fury ~ Jonas

by Natasha Thomas

  I swear my vision gray’s around the edges when she squeezes my cock tight enough to let me know she’s not kidding around. My little vixen is getting impatient, and she’s not the only one.

  One-handed, I unbuckle my belt, popping the buttons on my jeans while I shove them roughly down my leg. I’m thanking God right now that I didn’t bother with boxers today because that’d be just another layer in between me and my prize.

  Locking eyes with, Beth, the heat in hers searing me to the core making me smile. It’s good to know she’s as affected by me as I am by her. My hand wrapped tightly around my shaft, I guide the tip of my cock to the entrance of her pussy and thrust inside her to the hilt in one smooth stroke.

  I wanted to slow this down, take more time with her, and show her how good I can make her feel, repeatedly. That choice is taken from me when Beth hooks both of her long legs around his hips, opening herself up further until I’m buried balls deep, and on the verge of begging myself. Digging her heels into my back, I pound into her like a man possessed, feeding her every inch of my cock over and over again.

  A soft whimper escapes her lips as I grind my hips into hers, hitting her G-spot as I tilt up with my next thrust. Groaning, I check,

  “I’m not hurting you, baby?”

  My only answer is Beth slamming herself down onto my shaft with so much force I’m scared I’ll rip her in two. Instead of easing her back, I drop my head to her breast, taking deep pulls on her nipple mimicking the way her pussy is milking my cock. Biting down lightly, and then moving my focus to her other nipple, I feel her sheath flutter around my cock letting me know she likes a little pain with her pleasure. Something I was more than happy to deliver.

  Thrusting forward again, hard, using my hands to control her erratic movements before I blow too early, I lick my way up Beth’s chest, over her collarbone, and bite down on the side of her neck. Hard enough to leave another mark to match the one I gave her this morning. A mark that shows everyone who she belongs to.

  “You like that, baby? Me so deep inside you, owning your pussy?” Beth moans again but doesn’t answer, forcing me to thrust harder until her throaty pleas turn into breathy whimpers.

  Over and over, I ram her down onto my cock, rotating my hips on each upward stroke, manipulating my pelvis so that it rubs against her distended clit. Beth’s walls begin to clench, pulling him deeper, sucking me in hungrily. I know I’ve got a maximum of five seconds to make her come for me. My balls are already pulled tight, the tell-tale tingling at the base of my spine started almost before we began. Honestly, I’m surprised I’ve lasted this fucking long.

  “That’s it, baby. Let go for me and come all over my cock,” I command.

  Powering deep one final time, I feel her climax as her orgasm floods her pussy, and her core clamps down on my cock like a vice. A hot, soaked, velvet vice, but a vice nevertheless.

  “Yes. Yes. Fuck yes, Jackson,” she chants as her body writhes against me.

  That’s it. With Beth’s last shudder, I erupt. Long jets of come pulse from my shaft as I roar my release. My seemingly endless fucking release.

  After giving us both a few minutes, I gently unwrap her legs from my waist and set her on her feet when I’m sure her legs will hold her upright. Studying her carefully, I ask,

  “You okay, sweetheart. I didn’t do anything you weren’t good with?” I already know the answer, but for some strange reason, part of me needs to hear it from her.

  At my question, a languorous smile creeps across her beautiful face making her eyes shine with humor.

  “Um, not sure if you noticed, but I loved every second of what we just did, Jackson.” Running her hand up my chest, she quirks her eyebrow at me. “You have to stop worrying so much. I’m not fragile. I’m not made of glass. I promise you now, I won’t break. I would have thought that was evident based on the fact that you just fucked me hard enough to dent your wall.”

  Jesus, fuck. Looking behind her, holding her tightly to my side, I see what she’s talking about. There’s an almost perfect Beth ass size depression in the wall next to my front fucking door. If I weren't such a selfish bastard when it came to her and didn’t want anyone else to have thoughts about how her ass looked, I’d leave it there for posterity. But as it is, I’m a selfish fucking man. And no one, not even my brothers are getting the chance to see something that’s meant for me, and me only.

  Scooping Beth up into my arms, cradling her against my chest, I stride in the direction of the kitchen. I was intending to give her a tour of the house but decided to forego that needing sustenance first and then her again. I’d show her around in the morning if I weren't too busy introducing her to every inch of my sheets, which was a very real possibility.

  Placing her ass on the counter, I wedge myself between her legs.

  “You hungry, baby? I’m not great in the kitchen, but I make a mean fucking omelet.”

  “I’m starving, and that sounds perfect. To be honest, I’m not a great cook either. I like to experiment in the kitchen, but truthfully, it’s a crapshoot whether it turns out edible or trash-worthy,” Beth admits shyly.

  Chuckling at her, I grab everything I need and get started before she has the opportunity to distract me anymore. Reminding myself I need to feed my woman before I can convince her to expend some more energy with me, I offer,

  “I’ve got beer, water, juice, and half a bottle of fuck knows what wine Emily left here the last time she was here. What can I get you, sweetheart?”

  Dead silence greets my question, so I spin around and take in the stricken expression on her face. Worried something’s wrong, I cross the room in three strides, sliding my hands up her bare thighs.

  “Hey,” I prompt, tilting her chin up. “What’s going on, baby? You look like someone just ran over your puppy.”

  Lowering her eyes, Beth’s brows furrow as she chews on the corner of her lower lip.

  “When I asked you what was going on between us, I think I should have been more specific with the questions I asked.”

  Now my forehead creases with confusion.

  “Not sure where that came from, baby, and I know I didn’t give you a whole hell of a lot of time to ask me shit this morning, but I thought I was pretty clear about what we’re doing here,” I state.

  Shaking her head sadly, Beth leans back away from me, putting space I don’t want between us. Hauling her close again, I rumble,

  “What’s this really about, Beth. You weren’t pulling away from me a minute ago when my cock was buried in your tight, wet pussy, and my mouth was all over your tits. So, you wanna tell me what’s got your panties in a twist between now and then?”

  Her mouth opens and closes a few times before it snaps shut, and she exhales a heavy sigh.

  “I don’t share,” she grinds out through her clenched teeth.

  “What. The. Fuck?” I snap in return.

  “I said, I don’t share. I’m not interested in being with a man who isn’t monogamous,” she retorts shortly.

  Suddenly what she’s pissed over penetrates my sex-addled brain. Beth’s jealous. The mention of Emily is what flipped her switch. That alone is enough to have me scarcely holding back a chuckle. For a second, I consider having some fun with Beth, after all, she’s fucking sexy when she’s angry. If this is the reaction I get to mentioning another woman’s name, then my concerns about her not feeling the connection we have been for nothing. But, liking my balls where they are and not wanting her to cut off access to her beautiful body, I restrain myself from letting her dig herself any deeper.

  “Sweetheart, stop a minute and fucking listen to me,” I murmur taking hold of both her hands, squeezing them gently. When she goes to jerk her hands away lowering my voice, I repeat, “Stop and Listen, Beth.”

  “I’m not sure I want to hear what you have to say, Jackson. Actually, if this is another caveman speech about how you’re a man and men do what and who they want while their women sit around and wait for them, I know I don’t w
ant to hear it.”

  By the time she’s finished her rant, I can’t hold back the bark of laughter that escapes me any longer.

  “Jesus, woman,” I grin. “After what you just said, you better fucking believe we’ll be exploring the hell out of where this is headed between us. If you can get jealous over a fifty-eight-year-old woman who practically raised me most of my life, then you’re all in just like I am.”

  “Oh, my, God,” she gasps, tearing one of her hands from mine covering her mouth. “I am so sorry, Jackson.”

  “Shh, baby. It’s all good. You didn’t know because we haven’t had time to talk about our history yet. Can’t expect you to know shit I haven’t told you, but I’m not gonna say I didn’t like you getting fired up at the thought of me with someone else. It proves you’re into me the same way I’m into you. And that’s a fucking good thing, Sweetheart.”

  “That doesn’t make it right, honey. I shouldn’t have said anything. I should have listened to you before making an ass out of myself.”

  Nuzzling my face into the side of Beth’s throat, I place tender kisses along her shoulder until she settles.

  “Like I said, you didn’t know,” I repeat. “Got a lot of shit in my past, baby, some of it’s bad, some of it’s worse, and then there are the few good memories I’ve got and all of those have Emily and Diesel in them. I’m gonna give you the condensed version because I think you need it in order to trust me.”

  I didn’t want to get into this shit with her this soon, or ever, but I’ll do it because I can tell from the look on Beth’s face she wants it.

  “My old man was an asshole on a good day and a fucking abusive bastard on a bad one. He’d been the President of Vengeance for years before I was born and ran it into the ground. The brothers didn’t trust him; he did shit that paved the way for more shit I didn’t think we’d ever see our way clear of. Took the club in a direction we all thought was a one-way street. One we didn’t want to be on. Thank fuck, he died six years back, because that gave us a chance to get out of the darker shit he was pushing for and back into the light. I’m not gonna go into detail with you, Beth, and that’s not just now that’s ever. It’s club business. And before you say it, no, it’s not just me telling you that to be an asshole. None of the brothers share that side of our lives with our old ladies.”

  Observing Beth cautiously, I check to make sure she’s ready to hear more. She is, so I give it to her.

  “Diesel and I worked hard to get the MC to where it is today. I’m not gonna tell you what we do isn’t dangerous sometimes, it is. I won’t lie to you, Beth, ever, but I can’t always tell you everything either. If we’re going to do this, you’ve got to accept that. You’ve got to accept me as I am and not be holding out hope I’m gonna change. I’m not a saint, and I haven’t always been a good man, but that part of my life is in the past. I’ve never been with a woman who means what you’ve come to mean to me. And until now, I haven’t had to explain this shit to anyone. When I walked through Jonas’s door and saw you, for the first time I started thinking about what it’d be like to have someone to share what I’d built. What it’d be like to come home to a woman. Jesus, Beth, seeing you I wanted that. All of it. Never thought I would, I fucking ran from women who looked like they wanted to tie me down, but one look at you and something inside me stilled. I felt like I’d found what I didn’t know I’d been looking for.”

  It wasn’t lost one me that I was probably moving too fast for her, scaring her, but I needed her to know I was serious. More than that, I wanted her to know I was looking toward the future. Beth isn’t the kind of woman who’s built to be a piece of ass to warm a man’s bed. She’s a forever girl. A woman you’d fight, bleed, die to protect.

  “I haven’t had a serious relationship, ever, Sweetheart. I’ve never had to worry about sharing where I was going when I was coming back, or how long I’d be gone. I haven’t had shared my bed with a woman I thought I was falling in love with either,” I admit guardedly. Beth’s pupils dilate at my admission, and her chest begins to rise and fall rapidly.

  “But something else you’ve gotta know, Sweetheart,” I say squaring my shoulders. “This is my life; the club, my brothers, we’re a family. A big, loud family, but nevertheless a family. And I want to share that with you. I want you where you are right now a month from now, a year from now, shit, the way I’m feeling I’ll want you here with me fifty years from now. But I’ve got to know you can handle the way I live. I’d give up a lot of fucking things to make sure you’re happy, baby, but I won’t give up that.”

  Slapping the hand she freed over my mouth, Beth stares at me in shock.

  “Do you honestly believe that I would ever ask that of you.” Shaking her head slowly, she says, “No, don’t answer that. Let me tell you, Jackson, if I were to ever think about asking you to give up the people you care about most, I would walk away myself. You’re right, we don’t know each other well enough yet and that sort of thing takes time, but I know you’re a kind, honest, decent man who I’ve come to care about a lot in a very short period. I don’t know if we’ll last or not, but trust is a two-way street. I might not trust you implicitly yet, but you don’t trust me either. And I wouldn’t expect that of you either. What I can promise you, though, is that I won’t make any rash decisions or walk away from us without talking to you first. I won’t judge how you chose to live or push you to answer questions unless it directly affects me. But I need you to promise me something too,” Beth prompts quietly. Almost too quietly.

  “Anything, Sweetheart. If I have it in me to do it, I’ll promise you anything.”

  “I need you to promise that while we’re together there won’t be any other women. That you won’t do anything that could land you in a penitentiary where I’ll be forced to make conjugal visits while you’re wearing prison orange. And I want you to promise you won’t ever lie to me,” she adds thoughtfully. “I can handle you saying you can’t tell me, but don’t ever lie to me. Not even if you think it’s okay because the truth would hurt me.”

  Jesus, this woman fucking slays me. Her words are like an arrow straight to the heart.

  “Yeah, I can do that, baby. I can more than do that,” I rasp against her neck.

  “Then we’ll be okay, Jackson,” she reassures me with a sweet smile.

  There’s only one problem with what I’ve just promised, and that is, I’ve already lied to her.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  ~ Beth ~

  The day before

  Two weeks later…

  “Brother, get your ass out here,” comes the disembodied voice from the other side of the door.

  The man lying on his back looks less than impressed by Gage’s poorly timed wake up call, yelling a frustrated,

  “Fuck off. Give me half and I’ll come find you.”

  Jackson groans deeply as I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock, sucking it to the back of my throat. Tasting the salty bead of pre-cum, I bob my head up and down taking more of him each time until my lips find the base of his shaft. The soft, dark hair he takes the time to trim short, rasps against my swollen lips heightening my arousal.

  Over the past two weeks, I’ve taken great pains in learning how to play Jackson’s body like a fiddle. Honestly, the man is without fault. He’s flawless in his perfection. Something I’ve investigated thoroughly over the course of many hours.

  Deeply tanned forearms decorated in ink lead to amazing biceps that stretch the cotton T-shirts he prefers. His chest is defined, muscular perfection, as is his eight-pack. And yes, I did say eight-pack. One of his dark brown nipples is pierced with a silver barbell, no adornment, just plain silver. It suits him and makes for exquisite torture when I tease it with my tongue. Biting down and tugging lightly never fails to send him wild, and I have to say, I like him like that. Wild. Crazy. Desperate for me.

  Pulling back until only my tongue is left touching him, I fist his impressive cock and stroke rhythmically. Up and down, twisting g
ently as my hand reaches the thick base of him.

  “Fuck me, baby. Enough of the teasing. Wrap that hot, little mouth of yours around my cock again and suck me hard. I want to see you swallow everything I’ve got to give you.”

  Another thing I’ve learned about Jackson in the time we’ve been together is that he’s extremely impatient. I rarely ever get to play with him for longer than a few minutes before he’s flipping me onto my back and pounding into me. Not that I’m complaining, but occasionally I’d like to finish what I’ve started. This morning being one of those times.

  Running my tongue around the head of his cock, licking, flicking, and exploring him, I put him out of his misery before he takes control again. Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I take him all the way to the back of my throat, swallowing rapidly to fight off my gag reflex.

  Strangely, it was one of the girls who hang around the clubhouse who taught me that little trick, and I couldn’t be more grateful. Feeling Jackson swell impossibly bigger than his already massive eleven inches, his hips begin to move frantically searching for more. More I will happily give him. I reach down and cup his heavy sac in one hand, the other joining my mouth that’s busily working his cock to completion.