Rush: (Retribution MC Romance) (Carolina Bad Boys Book 5)

by Rie Warren

  When one of her hands dropped to cup my balls, I cranked my head back, already seeing goddamn stars as a sharp tingling shot to my groin. My thighs quaked, my muscles from my chest to ass flexed, and harsh grunts tumbled from my throat in time to each one of her lusty, lapping, slow wet sucks.

  I had to pull back. My hair hung in my face as I searched her eyes—wild and dark and aroused.

  “Don’t wanna come in your mouth the first time.” I slid, skimming my pulsing cock down her tipped-back neck, between the cushion of her tits, and onto her flat belly.

  “What if I want it?” Her voice was rough from sucking my dick.

  So fucking hot.

  “Later.” I was too busy trying not to nut all over her body while I wrestled a condom on.

  Before she could say anything else to make cock jerk and throb, I crashed my lips to hers.

  Her arms wound around my back, but I soon broke her hold. Had to make sure her tits had been paid enough attention, those pink nipples calling to me as they rasped against my chest.

  I covered each pouty little pebble with my lips, smoothly working my cock along her wet slit. Every time the broad head brushed her clit, she moaned my name. With her nipples nice and bright and aroused, I smoothed my tongue up her neck, capturing her earlobe between my teeth.

  I softly kneaded a hand down her left leg, touching those places on her body that made her a survivor, made her more beautiful.

  Then I reached up to find the slick warmth of her sex, parting her pussy with my fingertips.

  Shy pulled me all the way over her. “Now. I can’t wait any longer, Max.”

  I laughed a little—another deep rumble tugged from my chest—when the tip of my dick kissed against the hot wet entrance of her cunt. “May not last long.”

  “As long as you can get it up again.” She bit my bottom lip with a stinging little nip.

  “Like that, is it?” Slipping one hand under her ass, I tilted her for my first thrust.

  “Mm hmm.” Gone was self-conscious Shy.

  She was gonna take everything I gave her, and take exactly what she wanted from me.

  I can’t fucking wait.

  I thrust inside, just the head of my cock suddenly swallowed into a hot haven. Goddamn miracle I didn’t erupt right then and there. With each inch I slowly plowed into Shy, I clenched down on my muscles, keeping the need to use full force at bay.

  Her head tilted back. She sucked in a breath.

  “Ohhh. So good, so deep.” She lifted her hips, linked her arms around me.

  And when we were joined completely she looked up wonderingly at me.

  “Max!”

  It took all my restraint to keep a long, slow pace of in-and-out as she got used to me. Shy was snug and wet and her undulating body absolutely fucking hypnotic. Pushing up on both fists, what started as gentle and tender built and built. My hips swung, my groin smacked her cunt, and my balls bashed against her ass.

  The hot slap of cock in cunt. The insane tightening heat of pussy. The sucking pull of her. I withdrew, all the way, before slamming back inside. Over and over as Shy gripped my forearms, howled my name, dragged me down to meet her lips.

  I wanted to come inside her so fucking hard.

  She curled her right leg over my ass, her left settled at my hip.

  I cupped her ass, pulling her up, up, up to meet each long thick stroke inside her tight sheath.

  “Shy!” My voice bellowed.

  I could feel it. Like thunder in my veins. Like lightning lancing down to the base of my spine.

  Her back arched. Her neck bared. Her hips rocked against me erratically.

  She convulsed around me, her creamy cunt a hot vise pulling the come from my cock.

  With every new jet of seed I buried myself inside her, my hips pumping, my arms crushing her to me.

  My brain fucking fuzzed out. Hoarse harsh breathing sounded like static in my ears. When my dick finally stopped jerking, I flipped to my back and quickly rolled Shy on top of me.

  I stayed buried deep inside her, though, and clearly there was no way my cock was taking no for an answer all night long because the fucking thing was still raging hard.

  Blowing out my first full breath in hours, I beat my head back against the fluffy pillows. Oh, not pillows. It looked like we’d ended up sideways on the bed. My bad. And the quilt had gotten allll bunched up, padding my head. I’d take it. Because even though my cock had more fuck-bragging to do tonight, I needed a moment of downtime.

  Shy rotated her hips, sort of swirling my dick inside her depths.

  Guess she didn’t need the downtime at all.

  I placed my hand on the top of her head, feeling the silky curls. “If I told you you just broke me, would you still let me sleep with you on top of me tonight?”

  She swirled her hips again, working on the unrepentant erection sheathed deep inside her. “Funny. Doesn’t feel like I broke you.”

  I swept my fingers down her back, along the soft indent of her spine. They wandered over her firm, full ass and lower to where her leg hitched over my waist. She stopped running her palm up and down my side when I casually ran my fingers over the bottom of her leg where it stopped just below her knee.

  I wasn’t gonna ever pretend I didn’t see all of her or let her believe I thought she was anything less than one hundred percent beautiful. Just the way she was.

  And no way was I ever gonna let her hide from me.

  “It doesn’t bother you, Max?” she murmured against my neck.

  “Did it feel like your amputation bothered me? Or that I don’t like your hair and just about everything else about you?”

  “Just about?” She propped up on my chest, flashing those sleepy, seductive eyes at me.

  “Yeah. Just about. Because I don’t like the way you flirt with Tail and Coletrane.” I gnashed out my words, strengthening my arms around her. “Those two don’t need any encouragement.”

  “Oh!”

  “Yeah.” I scowled just to make sure she understood I was serious.

  “But I thought you weren’t interested.” She snuggled more deeply against me, and those slamming tits wiggled on top of me.

  “Think I proved I was just lying to myself about keeping it platonic with you.”

  “Hmm.” She lay her head down. “I always had a crush on you, Max.”

  “I know.”

  “Asshole.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Sweet Ride

  SWEET, SOMETIMES SHY SHY was anything but an hour later when I coerced/begged her to ride my cock.

  Hypnotic? Fucking mesmerizing. As soon as she seated herself on me, I grabbed her hips to steady her.

  “Okay like this?” I could barely breathe let alone talk, so those few words took a lot of effort.

  “I don’t know.” She tousled her hair and arched backward, hilting me even deeper. “What do you think?”

  I’d placed a pillow beneath her knee. After that I’d just watched every single second of her slick cunt sliding down my upright cock.

  “Good,” I grunted out. “So fucking good.”

  I sat up enough to suckle at her tits, my teeth and tongue biting then soothing.

  When the beat of her hips drove up and down and up and down I lay back and watched those high round mounds bounce.

  Her juices ran down to my balls, and I thrust upward, taking her airborne. She leaned onto my chest, her nails digging in, her breath stuttering across my mouth.

  “Keep fucking me, Shy.”

  “Uhn!”

  I crossed my arms over her back and drew her down. Flat-footing the mattress, I drilled up. I thrashed inside her pussy until a high keening noise at my ear mirrored the tight ratcheting pressure of her cunt, and she threw her head back.

  I fucking loved being so deep inside her my cock hit the mouth of her womb and her clit crushed against my pubes.

  I wanted my come inside her.

  It pelted into the condom, and the bruising brutal pleasure
of our fucking destroyed me again.

  I huffed out several chugging breaths, drawing my arm around her neck, her leg over my hip.

  “You okay?” I asked.

  “If I said you broke me, would you still let me snuggle with you all night long?”

  “You’re funny.”

  She planted a sloppy satisfied kiss on my chest. “You know it.”

  My fingers tripped around the small dimples at the top of her ass. “Lemme clean you up. Get you something to drink and some food.”

  “Max?” She lifted drowsy eyes.

  I stopped halfway off the bed. “Yeah?”

  “You are not now, and never will be, my nursemaid.

  I sat with the sheets and blankets stuck under my butt, completely fucking naked.

  Still hard.

  No surprise.

  “I don’t want you to think you have to take care of me. I do that.” Shy sat up.

  “Right.” I nodded. “Okay. But say I wanted to make sure you were okay because you mean a lot to me. And I’d like to clean you up because I fucked you hard, and this isn’t casual sex or a one-night stand.”

  “I don’t want us to be about my cancer!”

  “Well, shit.” I stood, running my hands through my hair. “You think this is how I pity-fuck chicks or something?”

  She crossed her arms over her breasts. “I don’t know,” she whispered.

  “Trust me, baby. You are not a pity-fuck.” I sat beside her, looping an arm around her shoulders. “You’re not.” I kissed her cheek. “I want to take care of you—”

  I held up a hand when her mouth popped open.

  “Because you’re important. You’re also sexy as hell. And I think we should maybe date exclusively, because I can’t stand the thought of another man’s hands on you. Okay?”

  Her cheeks heated. “Okay.”

  “Okay.” I strolled out of the room after dropping a kiss to her shoulder.

  “You have a great ass by the way!”

  I bent my head back around the doorway. “That’s the kind of comment that’s gonna get you fucked another couple times tonight if you’re not careful.”

  “Bring it.”

  I brought it all right. A glass of water. A warm washcloth.

  Shy watched me curiously as I smoothed the terrycloth up her legs, over breasts, along her neck. She fell back with a sigh when I drew the washcloth between her thighs before replacing the towel with my fingers.

  Her orgasm that time was like heat lightning—a soundless flash of flesh that fastened down on me.

  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t ready for another go at her, but I spooned behind her instead, my obvious hard-on burrowed deep against her ass.

  “That might be a no-go zone,” she dryly commented.

  I drew back then thrust against her.

  Her ass nudged toward my cock.

  I kissed her shoulder. “We can discuss that later. But it doesn’t feel like your ass is off the table.”

  “You are wicked.”

  “Only with you.”

  “Keep it that way.” Shy giggled, pulling my arms around her and letting me palm her generous tits.

  Her breathing slowed into a soft lament.

  “Shy?”

  “Mmm?”

  “So the cancer, that’s why with the hefty donation to the children’s hospital?” I burrowed my nose against the sweet skin at the nape of her neck. “And what about the pop-up shop?”

  “Of course. All those kids. Like the boy you met—Wyatt. The shop is temporary for now.” She simply shrugged and chuckled. “If it fails I’ll find something else. Life’s too short to worry about and too precious to waste with not going after what you want.”

  “That’s why I’m here.” My low voice rippled across her skin.

  “Yes.”

  “Jesus. You are so fucking brave.” I turned her in my arms, admiration pouring from me.

  “Not really.” She gave a shaky laugh. “I’ve never been more scared than when I decided to go after you.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “You’re not supposed to be smug about that.” She hit me on the shoulder with her balled fist.

  “Can’t help it. Your fault.”

  “I’m not kidding, Handsome.” Her hands fell to my hips then to the bed. And she turned her head aside. “Telling you scared me. And showing you . . .”

  “Did I make it harder?”

  “No! You made it easy. You made it beautiful.” Her eyes flipped up. “You made me feel beautiful.”

  “Because you are.” I lashed a kiss across her lips, sweeping a hand down her body.

  My heart knocked harder in my chest.

  “Just promise me one thing. When we’re alone, no wig.” I buried my lips in her natural hair. “I really love these curls. Want you as you are.”

  “What about the prosthetic?”

  “Whatever’s comfortable for you.”

  “It does feel good to take it off.” Shy cuddled closer. Her lips moved to my ear. “I have to tell you something though.”

  I kissed her mouth, lingering on her puffy lips before drawing back. “Shoot.”

  “I may not be able to have babies because of the treatment.”

  I gave a light laugh even though my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach at the thought of Shy not being able to be a mother. “You’re already planning a family with me, woman?”

  She wound back to smack me, but I stopped her fist.

  “Easy now.” I kissed her knuckles, and opened her fingers, and rested her hand against my chest where my heart boomed for her.

  No laughing. No jokes. No smirks. “There are other ways, Shy.”

  “I froze eggs.”

  “So you are planning a family with me.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Something’s Brewing

  DURING THE NEXT WEEK at Chrome and Steele/Retribution MC, I only heard bits and pieces about Bo and Doc Ronnie’s growing relationship.

  The dudes passed hot topic gossip around at the same rate they downed high-octane drinks.

  Soap opera?

  Check to that.

  I was too involved in my own romance. With Shy.

  Maybe romance was too strong a word.

  She worked her ass off all day long in her soon-to-open shop. I was usually up to my elbows in grease.

  What happened between us whenever we caught a moment of downtime involved hot untamed sex, screaming wild kisses, and shockingly intimate moments.

  I still had Diablo in my head, like fire ants crawling all over my skin.

  I still had a brewery to make a reality so I could finally stand on my own two feet.

  And a bribe to fulfill or let ride to see where the chips fell.

  One week after I’d broken Shy in—and she’d broken me down to the bare bones of attraction—I waited for her to show at my house.

  Tail and I had finished up the work started months ago, and aside from the beer drinking and smoke breaks he’d turned out to be surprisingly professional. Both bathrooms refitted. All new paintwork inside and out. New kitchen appliances installed. Landscaping outside complete with an irrigation system.

  But compared to the towers of stucco and stone down on The Battery and Shy’s sweet condo, my place was still little more than a humble abode.

  In a bout of nervous energy, I’d dusted, vacuumed, mopped, hoping to make a good impression on Shy.

  Not that she was one to judge, but I was suddenly so flipped-out my palms started sweating.

  I paced a circular path on the floor waiting for her to arrive. Finally, my ears perked up—like the goddamn dog I didn’t have—when I heard the growling throb of her Charger engine. A thrill shocked me all the way to the balls of my feet and to the big balls in my pants.

  The front door banged behind me as I stalked outside.

  That white Hellcat was still a wet dream, but not as sexy a one as Shy herself. I was at her car door just as she opened it, extending my hand to
help her out.

  “Howdy, Handsome.” Placing her palm in mine, she peered up at me from big dark sunglasses perched on her nose.

  “Howdy, baby.” I returned her greeting, so ready to plant a hot kiss on her shining, smiling lips.

  She exited gracefully.

  Her legs first. Long and sexy.

  I’d gotten used to her prosthetics.

  One for heels. One for flats. And she had another for sports she liked to ignore.

  But we’d see about that.

  Then she unfolded from the leather seat, and I effortlessly curled her into my embrace. Our kiss immediate, we twined around one another, our mouths clinging, tongues twirling and sucking, the all-engulfing heat of intense lust more fiery than the scorching summer temperature.

  Shy drifted slightly back. “Wow. You missed me, huh?”

  With my arm around her shoulders and my lips at her temple, I guided her up the walkway. “Missed your mouth. Missed your body. Missed waking up next to you knowing you’d be wet and ready for me.”

  I watched a blush stain her cheeks.

  Deciding to add to it further, I lowered my hand to cup her ass. “And I definitely missed this.”

  Inside, I took in the full impact of Shy’s fucking hot presence. I inspected her as she inspected my place. She wore a sundress, and that time it was shorter. The material was light, so light I bet if she stood in the center of a sunbeam if I could see straight through the fabric. I’d have to test that theory before sunset.

  I might’ve had a wicked smile on my lips when I ambled up to her while she cruised around the living room.

  “I like the dress.” Looping my arms around her waist, I brought her hard against my body.

  “I like your house.” Her starry eyes twinkling, she draped her hands on my shoulders. “It’s so clean and cute.”

  “You sound surprised.” I glanced down with one eyebrow cocked.

  “Cute. Just like you.” She placed a light kiss on my cheek.

  “Cute?” I scowled.

  “Ohhh. My bad.” Her cute nose wrinkled. “I meant handsome.” Her tongue dragged up my neck to take a twirl around my earlobe.

  “That’s better, woman.”