All For You (Snakes Henchmen MC Book 2)

by Alivia Grayson

  My mind starts playing tricks on me.

  What if none of this real?

  What if he's just saying he wants to be with me in order to get me to go to the safe house?

  He wouldn't do that to me, right?

  I drop my eyes. I suddenly have a sinking feeling. This was all a trick to get me to agree. How could he play on my emotions like that? That was so cruel.

  “You didn't have to do this to get me to go to the safe house, Hammer. You didn't need to play on my feelings for you.”

  With his hand under my chin, he lifts my head. He's smiling at me, his eyes looking deep into mine. “Baby girl, I didn't do this to get you to go. Well, it was part of it,” I frown. He laughs. “Darlin', this has been a long time coming. You know it has. We belong together, Willow. There is no doubt about that in mind.”

  “There isn't?” He really means what he's saying? He really wants to be with me?

  “No,” He smiles and strokes my cheek with the back of his hand. “It may have taken me a while to realize it, but you are everything, Willow.” I bite my lower lip and smile. My heart is beating a little harder. “I want you safe, baby girl. If anything ever happened to you again, I don't know what I'd do, Will.”

  His eyes close, and I see his pain. It still hurts and haunts him what happened to me, what he had to do to save me.

  I wish I could take that memory away from him.

  I wish I could erase his mind of all the pain he's been through these past few years.

  But I can't do that. In order for a person to move forward, they have to live through all the pain. Hiding from it will never make it easier. Facing up to it is the only thing that will.

  I take his hand from my face and kiss his palm. “I'll go. I promise I will. You'll be there too though, right?”

  “Every evening after I'm done with club business.” He tucks my hair behind my ear. “I promise you, I will not leave you alone.”

  “Okay, I'll go. As long as you'll be there, so will I.” He pulls me into his arms and holds me so damn tight. I cling to him and breathe him in. He smells of aftershave, sweat, and man. God, it makes my head dizzy.

  I can do this for him. I can go to the safe house with the others.

  I don't know what's going on with the club, but if the guys are worried enough to send their women and kids to the safe house, then I know it must be something bad.

  Who am I to argue with my old man when I know he just wants me safe?

  I could just squeal with happiness right now! He's finally mine and I could just cry with relief. I wasn't imagining it, it's not just me, he feels something for me too.

  You're a lucky girl, Willow.

  I know that I am.

  Chapter Eight

  Hammer

  Convincing her to be my girl was almost too easy, anybody would think she'd wanted it forever. For all I know, what people told me is true, she has. But I'm only just realizing the looks she's always thrown my way really did mean a lot more than I thought they did.

  I never noticed much before – Lies – because she was the little sister of my brother's best friend, the daughter of the man who took my brother and me in when our parent's died. Then she was the best friend of the woman I loved.

  Somewhere along the line, I fell for her. Loving Willow doesn't mean I'll ever forget Cindy and what we had. No. She'll always have a place in my heart, a place where I'll keep her safe. But Willow needs me now, she needs my love and guidance. And the truth is? I need her too.

  She was a little worried thinking I was tricking her just to get her to go to the safe house. I would never do that to her. There's no way I'd claim her just to get her to do what I wanted. I want her and I won't deny it any longer.

  “Thank God your t-shirt is so long.” She giggles as she walks out of the bathroom adjoined to my bedroom, her head down as she pulls at the middle of the shirt she just changed into.

  I managed to convince her to stay here with me tonight, even if it is just to hold her while we sleep. I don't want her to go anywhere tonight. I need her here with me, in my arms. I've waited long enough to feel her in my arms.

  God, I can't help smiling at her from my seat on the edge of my bed. Those perfectly toned, olive tanned legs leading up to... Damn.

  “What?” She asks quietly, nervously, while tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear.

  “Come here, baby girl.” She takes my outstretched hand and I pull her gently onto my lap. Her perfect curves mold against me like she was made just for me. In all honesty, I'm not sure she wasn't. “Don't be nervous, we don't have to do anything you're not ready for.”

  Even if my dick is straining to get out.

  Sonofabitch doesn't care what my brain is telling him. It's been a damn long time since I got my dick wet. It's like he knows that this woman is my soul mate – can you find your soul mate twice? – and it needs her as much as I do.

  Yes, I said that. Soulmate. I loved Cindy with all my heart, if she was still here, we'd still be together. But she's not here, and this beautiful woman in my lap right now is without a doubt my soul mate.

  God, gave this beautiful woman to me, he gave me a second chance at love. He gave me my soul mate, and nothing and no one is gonna take her away from me. She's the one I won't survive without. I die right along with her.

  I barely survived losing Cindy, but I know that I came through it because Willow was in my life, showing me that I had to carry on. Losing Willow would ruin me. Literally.

  She's mine now. Mine, and I will protect her with my life.

  Shepard might have my balls on a platter for this, but it'll be worth it. Willow is worth it all.

  She wraps her little arms around my neck. My petite little lady. So small compared to the monster that I am. “I'm sorry, I just never thought this would happen.” She motions between us. “Don't get me wrong, I wanted it to happen. But...” She lowers her head.

  This girl never could keep anything from me, not really. I blame the grief for the fact I didn't see it sooner. But right now, I know what's bothering her.

  I reach behind her neck and unclip the choker she wears to hide the scar along her throat. Her whole body stiffens, scared, nervous. As soon as I remove it, she lowers her head in shame. She has nothing to be ashamed of.

  “Don't hide.” I tilt her chin up. Ah damn, her eyes are glistening with unshed tears. I'm not trying to hurt her and make her cry, merely show her that she is perfect in every way. I grip her throat so gently, I'm hardly touching her. She whimpers a little, but I need her to see that she's safe with me, I will never hurt her. Nor will I let anyone else hurt her again.

  I slide my thumb along the length of her scar. It's not huge, but it's big enough. Too big for any woman to have. Too big for a little girl like Willow. It's still slightly swollen, but it's healing nicely. Thank God.

  “You never have to hide, Willow.”

  “I just don't want people to stare at me. He may not have cut me deep enough to immediately kill me, but he left enough damage behind to last me a lifetime.”

  “Battle scars, baby.” I stroke her jaw with my thumb and she smiles. “This scar is part of you now, Will. If you really don't want others to see it, then that's fine, but I won't have you hide from me. You don't need to hide from me.”

  She smiles and lays her pretty little head on my shoulder. I'm a huge monster of a man, Willow is short, petite, even though she believes herself to be a big girl, she isn't. Yeah, she's curvy. But fuck, stick thin women just don't get my dick jumpin', I like to feel a woman's curves when I'm fuckin' her. Willow is perfect. Perfect for me. But shit if I don't feel like I'm holding a fuckin' china doll.

  God, if I was any kind of bastard I'd fuck the shit outta her right now. If she was any other woman, I would. But she's Willow and I want to do this right. No matter how long it takes, I'll wait. Hell, I haven't had sex in over two years, a little while longer isn't gonna kill me.

  I try to repress a groan when she kisses the sid
e of my neck. My cock is now wide awake. It hasn't been this awake in a very fucking long time. Her little hand slides up and down my chest, I grab her hand sharply. “I'm sorry.” She whispers while lifting her head from my shoulder.

  I take her chin in my hand and smile at how fucking beautiful she really is. “Don't be sorry, baby. I'm just trying to be a gentleman here.”

  She bursts out laughing. “Oh, Hammer. You're a big bad outlaw biker, not a gentleman.”

  I gently lay her down on my bed. Her head on my pillow. Her big hazel eyes are wide and looking right into mine. “You think I can't be a gentle man?”

  She strokes my face with her fingertips and I feel it all the way to the tip of my aching cock. “I know you can.” She says softly. Her eyes are locked with mine. Held strong and tight.

  Something is shifting between us, something amazing is happening. I can feel it in my gut. My heart is pounding in the best way. I can't stop looking at her, etching everything about her into my brain. Her soft, flawless skin, her big hazel eyes, her full lips, even that damn scar on her neck.

  “Hammer?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Touch me.” She doesn't have to tell me twice. Although I won't be fuckin' her the way I like to fuck. She needs tenderness right now. Yeah, I'm a big guy, doesn't mean I can't make love to my woman.

  Her eyes glisten, her breathing alters, coming out harsh and fast as my hands slide up her toned legs. She's such a beautiful woman.

  How does one describe the beauty of Willow?

  She's what I imagine an angel would look like. Everything from the way she looks to the way she acts, the way she treats people and the strength of her pure heart. Everything about her, in my eyes, is perfection. I'm beyond lucky to have her. Finally.

  She pushes my hands away from her body, I narrow my eyes. Has she changed her mind?

  She smirks, sits up and strips my shirt from her body. I swallow audibly. Fuck! She's not wearing a bra. Her tits are perfect, so pert, her nipples small and erect.

  She licks her lips seductively while sliding her panties down her legs and tossing them to the floor. Oh God, I'm gonna blow my fuckin' load before I've even touched her at this rate!

  Lying back on the bed, she asks me, “Do I look okay?” She can't be serious? I can see she's nervous, I know she has scars inside and out after what those motherfuckers did to her, but can't she see how beautiful she is?

  I don't answer right away, I stand and strip my leather, followed by my shirt and jeans. My boxers are the last to go, and the hitch in her breathing has me smiling. I don't claim to have the biggest dick in the world, or even in this MC, but I ain't no small man. How many men in the world can honestly brag nine and a half inches hard?

  Okay, I might be the biggest guy in the MC. Not many men have a dick my size. Yeah, I'm bragging, who wouldn't?

  I climb on the bed beside Willow, one hand propping my head up, the other stroking soft rings on her stomach. “You are so beautiful, Willow.”

  “So are you.” She smiles. I kiss her fiercely, drawing little moans from her throat. Her hands roam my body, mine roam hers. I push her thighs apart and I finally get a glimpse of her pussy in all it's glory, shaved and glistening with arousal. My mouth is fuckin' watering!

  I have to be gentle with her, this is her first time since before what happened to her. Her first time with me, I don't want her to think I'm a complete monster.

  I draw her right nipple into my mouth, biting, sucking, drawing a groan from deep within. She cries out as I pleasure her body in every way a man should pleasure a woman, my hands, my mouth. That first taste is almost my undoing. Every woman tastes different, never two the same, and I can say in all honesty that I have never tasted a woman as sweet as Willow.

  I devour her pussy as she holds me against her with her little hands in my hair, guiding me to pleasure her just the way she likes it. I don't fuckin' wanna think about Trace and his damn mouth on her right now, but it's fuckin' stuck in my head all of a sudden.

  Did he make her cry out like this?

  Did he make her come hard for him?

  Is he whom she's thinking about right now?

  It's irrational to think like this, but maybe she's thinking the same things about Cindy. This isn't about Cindy and Trace, this is about Willow and me, and I am never letting anything fester in my mind that doesn't belong there, and I'll be damned if I let it fester in hers.

  I push my tongue deep inside her wet hole, her hips riding my mouth, her thighs trying to tighten around my head. I grab them in my big hands and hold them open as my mouth latch onto her swollen clit. “Hammer! Oh, god,” I smile against her pussy as she comes for me. It was me she was thinking about the whole time. I flick my tongue over her little clit, she gasps and moans loudly with each flick.

  I climb her shuddering body with a smile on my face, dropping kisses on her sweat soaked body, biting each nipple, then up to her neck with kisses. I kiss her lips, and she groans. “You made me cum... so hard...”

  “There's nothin' wrong with coming hard, baby. But I have to fuck you now. I'm as hard as fuckin' nails here.”

  We both look down as my raging erection and chuckle. My cock is throbbing, wanting inside of her right now.

  “But I wanted to suck your beautiful cock. I know I won't be able to take you all the way, you're massive.” She swallows hard as pride fills me. “But I wanted to taste you.”

  God, I want her perfect mouth around my cock, but if she sucks my cock right now, I'll come before I get the chance to fuck her. And as much as I could go all fuckin' night, I want to be inside of her right now. She can suck me later.

  “There's plenty of time for that,” I mumble into her neck while rocking against her. My cock is so close to her entrance, her heat enveloping me. “I need you, baby girl,”

  “Fuck me,” She tells me as she grabs my ass and pulls me forward with so much force I'm inside her in one push, both of us calling out to the heavens in pleasure.

  Fuck, that has to have hurt her. I'm not just long, I'm thick as well. I don't know if she was wet enough to take me that quickly. “Baby, are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

  I look at her shaking her head with her eyes closed. “No.” She gasps. “Maybe a little, but I want this. Please, don't stop now.” She opens her eyes and smiles.

  I lean down and kiss her soft lips, and I groan as I start to move. She's so hot and tight, and I'm so fuckin' dizzy. And I'm fuckin' terrified I might actually hurt her. She's so small and my cock is... well, not.

  I move inside of her slowly, our eyes locked, she's so wet I can feel her slipping along the length of me with ease. I thrust a little harder, a little faster, and every thrust sends me higher.

  Watching her eyes roll and hearing her calling out my name is almost too much. She begs me to fuck her harder, faster, deeper.

  I flip her onto her front, on her hands and knees, slam back into her, grab her hair in my hand and fuck her like she's never been fucked before. Her pussy is so fuckin' tight around me that I'm fightin' hard not to explode.

  “Hammer, oh my god, yes! Fuck me hard, baby!”

  Jesus Christ, she's wild. I would never have throught Willow would be this free in the bedroom. I wonder just how much fun Trace had with her.

  Don't think like that, you stupid cunt. What she did with Trace is neither here or there. Willow is all yours now, so enjoy her.

  I plan to.

  Her back arches, her ass lifting as I hit her G-spot. She sobs in pleasure, gushing all over my cock. Damn!

  “Fuck, baby, I wish you could see what I can see right now.” Her ass jiggling with the force of her slamming back against me. I can't help but watch her fuck me, her pussy swallowing my cock.

  I grab her hips, stilling her. I pull out of her and spin her around, pinning her to my body, her little arms around my neck, her ass in my hands as I move her along the length of me slowly. She's groaning, moaning, begging for it harder.

  She's fuckin' perfect,
fits me like a glove.

  Although I want to give it to her just how she wants, I won't fuck her like she's nothing but a whore. She is everything, and I'm gonna show her that.

  Every position change has her calling out my name. I've never, and I mean never, fucked any woman like Willow, she's not shy in telling me what she wants, she's not shy in trying anything I want to try.

  I never expected this. After everything those bastards put her through, how many times that cunt Crack raped and abused her. Because he did that so many damn times, even if she did try to hide it from everyone. In all honesty, I believe that's a big reason why she couldn't bring herself to be intimate with Trace after her attack.

  At one point, I ask her if she'd like me to slow down. If this is too much for her. She kisses me softly and tells me, “I've been waiting for you all my life. Take me however you want, I'm yours.” Damn right she's mine!

  All night we fuck and each time she comes around me it sends me into a world I didn't know existed. And as I push deep inside her and explode for the fourth or fifth time tonight, I see stars.

  I fall onto the bed beside her, exhausted and breathing hard. I pull her to my chest and listen to her giggling happily while stroking my slick chest.

  “I know now is probably not the right time, you're probably not ready to hear it, especially after what we've just done, but I have to say it. If I've learned anything over the past couple years it's that life is short.”

  “Say what, baby?” I can't even open my eyes.

  “I love you, Hammer. I have always loved you.”

  My eyes are now wide open, my heart is beating a little too fast. But her hand stroking my chest seems to calm my heart.

  “I'm sorry if now was inappropriate, I know it wasn't the right time, it was too soon. Way too soon. But I've held it inside of me since I was a little girl. I'm sorry, please don't think about it.” She kisses my chest.

  She loves me. I didn't see that coming. I know that I love her. I know it so deep inside of me.

  When is the right time to tell somebody that you love them?